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“I want more,” she blurted out.

“More what? More sex?” I looked down at her confused.

“That too, but I want more from us.” She put her chin on my chest and looked up at me. “I know you don’t date, but I don’t want anyone but you and I’d like to give us a try.”

I shouldn’t have been surprised that my feisty redhead would be so open about what she wanted, but I was. I had no idea she wanted the same thing from me that I wanted from her. I was thrilled she did and a bit relieved she brought it up first.

I brushed her hair back from her face. “Me too.” I replied.

She sat up in bed and watching the way her tits bounced was making me hard again. “Really?” Her eyes were wide and hopeful.

I moved to my side and propped my head up with my hand. I reached out to tweak a nipple. “Really.” I sat up across from her and took her hand. “I’ve never been in a relationship before and I never thought I wanted one. Until you. You make me want to try.”

She threw herself at me and tackled me on the bed, wrapping her arms around my neck. I guess she wanted to try too.

We spent the rest of the night locked in the back of the tour bus. We came out for my show the next night but went right back in. I had a lot of lost time to make up for.

The next four weeks on the tour were nothing short of amazing. My shows went great and I appreciated being able to play to crowds like never before. Lindsey and I were inseparable and everything was going great. We had only a couple of shows left we were both anxious to get back to LA and figure out this relationship thing. I wanted her to move in with me, but she insisted it was too soon. Fuck that. I wanted her by me always. I planned on convincing her that night. If I couldn’t, then I would on vacation. I didn’t tell her yet, but was taking her away to Jamaica for ten days. I couldn’t wait to get away from it all with her.

That morning I left her back at her bus to do some writing when I went off to a band meeting. We talked about the last couple of shows and then the plans to record our new album when we got back to LA. It was long and boring and all I could think about was going down on Lindsey while she was writing.

As I was about to leave, our manager stopped me. “Cane, do you have a sec?”

“Can’t this wait?” I asked, annoyed he would ask me to stay longer.

“No, it can’t. I wanted to show you something.” He grabbed his laptop bag off of the chair and pulled out what looked like some newspapers. He tossed them in front of me. “Take a look at these.”

I shuffled through the pile. On the front page of each of these rags were pictures and headlines about Lindsey and me. I was annoyed, but it was part of territory and she was a good sport about it all too.

“So? The media is nothing new.” I wished he would get to his point. I had a woman to fuck.

“Look at the headlines,” he instructed me.

I glanced at them. They were all about “taming the bad boy” and shit like that. I still wasn’t seeing where he was going with this.

“You have a girlfriend now and women don’t like that. Sales are down. When you were single before, women had a sliver of hope that they might hook up with you. Now that you’re taken, they’re losing interest. With a new album coming out in a while, that’s not good.”

I pushed the papers back. “You’ve got to be kidding me. What do you want me to do? I’m not breaking up with Lindsey?” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“I’m not asking you to. Just don’t flaunt your relationship.”

“I’m not listening to this anymore. I’ll see you later.” I left the room and headed back to Lindsey’s bus. He was delusional if he thought I would try to hide what Lindsey and I had. I was damn proud to call her my woman and I wanted the world to know. Fuck sales.

I got back to her bus and I thought I heard crying from outside the door. I pushed it open and found Lindsey crying on the couch, holding her phone in her hand. I went to her immediately. “What’s wrong baby?”

She sniffled and clung to me. “I have to go home.”

I stroked her hair. “We are in a couple of days. Just a couple more shows and then we’re going back to LA.”

“No, I have to go to Madison.” She took a deep, shaky breath. “My mom is sick and my dad needs me. I have to get on a plane now.” She collapsed against me and sobbed.

Shit, all my plans for us went out the window. I couldn’t blame her for wanting to go be with her family, but this put a serious wrench into things. I just finally got her back; I wasn’t ready to let her go.

And I wasn’t sure our relationship would survive the distance. Not yet.

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