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  “Boston!” Austin yelled into the mic “Thank you for being so patient.”

  Girls screamed, Monique looked at me with dismay. I returned the look. This was crazy.

  “I have to alert you to a theft.”

  Now they were crying out no.

  “I'm afraid so, it seems that someone has stolen my heart.”

  “Shit.” Monique chuckled. “Talk about corny.”

  “Shut up.” I elbowed her.

  It was an accurate statement to say that the girls in the crowd were now officially crying. One little statement of love had broken their world. The front man for Night Fire was about to become unavailable for their little fantasies.

  “But the punishment isn't so harsh. She could delay her life for a short while and become an official Night Fire photographer. Do you think she needs convincing?”

  Jaxon nodded, turning to me with a flicker of amusement on his face. With a strum of the strings, Evan send a wave of ear piercing music into the not so quiet evening. It was powerful, consuming and left me hungry for more.

  “I know this.” Monique frowned as she looked at me.

  Evan kept moving through the song, followed by three members. Austin stood there with his eyes pinned to me.

  “I played it just before. Damn it.”

  Then she moved back into the hotel room, leaving me alone on the balcony. I turned back to the stage just a short distance from me. His hand wrapped around the microphone stand, the other laying over the microphone itself.

  “Marry me.”

  I turned to Monique who was standing at the threshold with the laptop in her hands.

  “What?” I crinkled my face in confusion.

  “The drummer wrote if for his girlfriend, the song is called marry me. FYI, she said yes. It made number one, probably because the fans liked hearing him sing the question to them.”

  The words echoed around us, the girls screamed louder. Monique's speculation about the reason for the song making it to number one was probably accurate.

  “Wait.” she frowned as she closed the lid and stepped out. “It's different. Same music but the words are different.”

  Her frown increased as she shook her head. “No, I'm wrong. This isn't the song. It started off similar but it's not. I haven't heard this one though.”

  Our mouths popped open with shock when Austin sang to Monique to shut up. Monique frowned and poked her tongue at him. With a chuckle I turned and listened to him singing. The whole group were amazing, they played in perfect unison. It was like they had spent a lifetime beside each other, they knew each other better than anyone else.

  Monique appeared beside me again, this time she had my camera in her hand.

  “Give him your answer Ab, he's asking you to go with him.”

  “But my education?”

  “It can wait, as if you can't get a deferment. Jeez Ab, it's a photography course. Ask yourself if you can wait a year for him to come back in favor of a stupid course. I know which one I'd chose.”

  I swiped the camera and pulled the strap over my head, turning the camera on. She was right, as if I would ever pick a stupid course over an adventure of a lifetime with a guy that thinks so much of me. More than 'so much' Abigail my mind chided. I remembered the picture where he had written that he loved me in the cream.

  The view from the first floor was a good angle, I could see all members without another getting in the way. Austin kept watching me, the smile never leaving his face. The song ended and silence hit Boston. It was crazy, I didn't think that crazy fan girls had it in them to be this silent. All eyes swung to the little balcony that held two rather embarrassed women. Well, one seeing as Monique managed to slink away. Bi-atch.

  Evan leaned an arm on his guitar, twiddling with one of the knobs at the other end. Fraser was leaning on an amp at the back of the stage, talking to Curtis. And my delivery boy Jaxon was sitting on the edge of the stage, signing stuff for a few fans.

  “Well Abigail?”

  The dark and unsure voice softly spoke through the microphone, I watched as he gulped and felt the pain. He didn't know which way I was going to go on this and considering that I had just fled the island like it was on fire, I could understand his hesitation.

  “I would be crazy not to go.”

  I took another photo, a picture of a happy man.

  “What?” he grinned.

  “I said yes.” I yelled.

  “Still didn't hear you.”

  With a shrug and a sly smile, I turned to my side readying to walk back into the hotel room.

  “If you can't hear me then you should come closer.”

  “Ah, now that I did hear. Boys, you can carry on without me.”

  There was a collective complaint from the crowd, I quickly peered over the edge to watch as Austin jumped from the stage and walked into the hotel room. My heart thumped hard, I don't think that I have ever been this freaked out about a guy before.

  “Hmm, I think I might go hang out at the bar for a while maybe see if I can snag myself some bad boy rocker love.”

  She opened the door and Austin stood at the door. His frame filled the space, dominating it and making it look like it was a narrow space. Monique edged past him as he stepped in, offering a wry smile.

  “Hey Austin, Later Ab.”

  I gave her a half-hearted wave, one that she wouldn't have seen because Austin was shutting the door fast.

  I didn't want to fall straight into bed with Austin, we had issues that we needed to deal with first. But the way that he looked at me didn't help. It was the kind of look that made me think that I was the only woman on the planet and had been so for some time. Like the poor thing had been deprived for months, if not years.

  Music bellowed loudly through the open French doors, I quickly shut them, ensuring that it was locked. I didn't want some crazy fan girl scaling the brickwork to get in. This was only the first floor, it was entirely possible. I turned back to Austin after shutting the curtains, casually walking around the lounge.

  With one step forward I knew I was a goner, he slowly stalked closer to me as he watched me.

  “We should talk.” I offered as I took a step back.

  An eyebrow shifted slightly higher as he stepped closer.

  “Uh, are you hungry?”

  A wicked grin curled into his lips, his eyes lowering with a look of carnality.

  “Not for food.”

  Oh boy, I really set myself up for that one.

  “Why are you freaking out Abigail? Nothing has changed.”

  “I'm not.” I lied.

  I pressed against the back of the lounge as he drew closer, even though he had a certain smugness I could see it was a mask. Below that air of arrogance was a person that was hurting.

  “Why didn't you open the door?”

  “Because you were so angry.”

  “I would never hurt you.”

  His hand gripped my neck below my ear, pulling me in for a soft and brief kiss. He sighed as he pressed his forehead to mine, staring into my eyes. Damn, I think I just forgave him. Or swooned. Not really sure.

  “I freaked out okay? I could see you slipping away from me and I panicked. It was the wrong way to go about it but you wouldn't open the door, you wouldn't listen to me. Then you were gone.”

  “How did you get off the island? I caught the last water taxi back.”

  Austin chuckled lightly, tugging my hand to my bedroom. Oh dear.

  “Helicopter. Tried to catch you at both airports but you are rather fast on your feet. Once we were in the jet coming up here our manager Jerry started talking about the tour, asking me what I was going to do.”

  He flicked off his shoes and socks, making me sit at the head of the bed beside him.

  “I like this dress.”

  I bit my lip as I looked down at the dress I had bought today, when I got here I had showered in the pitiful attempt to wash away the pain and suffering.

  “Bought it at the shops today.�
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  He nodded and toyed with the hem, the backs of his fingers crossing back and forth over my skin.

  “Curtis is bringing Frankie with him so it's not as if you'll be the only girlfriend on tour. You'll like Frankie, she's a pretty cool chick. Curtis thinks the sun shines out of her ass though.”

  “As he should.” I grinned cheekily.

  Austin chuckled and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me against his chest.

  “So Jerry's asking me all these questions that I don't really have answers for. You've got your education, I've got the tour. Sure we could wait but it would be absolute hell. I want you to come with me but I don't want to make you give up your education.”

  “Austin I couldn't give a crap about it. If you went away for a year I'd be miserable so really there's only one answer. Except that I have an issue.”

  The smile that he had died away, it had been a sweet and perfect smile and I knew his downturn in mood would only be brief.

  “What's that?”

  I sat on his lap and pulled my dress away, feeling the warmth of his hands on my hips.

  “You've never seen beyond this. Well, the bikini version of this.”

  His head nodded but the eyes were staring at my cleavage. I tipped my head over with a smart ass smile, trying to gain his attention.

  “Hey, did you know I have eyes?”

  “Really?” he murmured, still enthralled.

  “Yep, if you look up at them for even just a small moment, I might lose more clothes.”

  His eyes darted up as his hands slid a warm path up my back to my bra.

  “I believe that we were up to here at the lagoon.”

  The bra was off and cast to the floor with my dress. His hand curved around the swell of the underside of my breast, the other around my neck to pull me in for a kiss. We kissed deeply as his fingers ran over my breast, the movement sending them hard in an instant. My fingers trailed down his chest and over his taut stomach. I pulled his shirt up, lifting it away with little effort.

  “We're going home tomorrow, Curtis and Frankie want to marry before the tour starts.”

  “Okay. Where's home?”

  “Vegas.”

  Oh.

  “Okay.” I smiled and tossed his shirt to the ground.

  “You're coming with us, right?”

  “If you want.”

  “Abigail.” he chided. “Of course I want. Have you been listening to anything I've said?”

  He paused for a moment as his eyes narrowed and his head tipped back slightly.

  “I'm not going to do anything rash. Just because we're going to Vegas doesn't mean that we're going to get married.”

  “Oh good. Well you know what I mean.”

  The bastard chuckled.

  “Give it some time, we should get to know each other a little better first.”

  “So what, in a week then?” he casually put it out there. “Cuz Curtis and Frankie have known each other for like a month. Gotta break their record, right?”

  I gaped at him, staring with my mouth wide open. Until he laughed at me again. I smacked him and folded my arms, pouting like a petulant child. Austin pulled at them and wrestled with me until I finally caved in, letting my arms go limp. He rolled me onto the bed and pushed my legs open, settling himself in the most perfect position. I could feel him dig against me, it was one of the best feelings that I have ever felt. To know that I affected in him in such a way that he was so aroused made me giddy with delight.

  His hair flopped against the skin of my breast as his tongue ran over me, I gasped as it swirled around the hardened nipple. The other breast was being massaged with great care, ensuring that this was pleasurable to me as well.

  “These are awesome.” he grinned as his tongue ran over the hardened tip.

  His fingers curled around the thin scrap of material sitting on my hips, tugging them away as he stepped off the bed. As he knelt back onto the bed, his tongue darted out and wet his lips with anticipation.

  “So hungry.” he whispered against my inner thigh.

  The warmth of his breath caressed the skin, making it sensitive with need. Slowly he dragged his tongue up the center, the thrill rocketed to my head making me flush. His arms wrapped under my legs, pulling them apart. As his tongue circled around me, his fingers pulled the skin taut, opening me further.

  I gasped when his lips pressed and suckled hard, his fingers delving into me. Over and over again he rubbed that perfect spot as his tongue teased and taunted with a mere flick. His oral assault continued as my mind tingled with hazy euphoria. I gripped the bed sheets hard, fearing to run my hands through his hair. No doubt he would end up with a bald patch real soon if I were to do that. The wave hit me hard, I groaned out loud as my hips lifted off the bed.

  His warmth left me for a moment, deliriously I looked up. The pants were gone and I was looking at a gloriously naked Austin. Definition continued down his body, not over done but beautifully taut. A hint of a v over the pelvis had started to form and in his hand was an even more beautiful body part.

  I wasn't going to declare myself as proficient in the male form, I had seen a few in my time and knew the difference between okay and ouch. Austin was middle ground, leaning more on the ouch side which was perfectly fine by me. I didn't need to spend tomorrow walking like I had gone horse riding.

  His fingers rolled the condom down the length, his eyes watched me with a hint of playfulness. Austin knelt in between my legs again, leaning over to kiss over my body. I shivered at his touch, so gentle and sweet.

  “Which way do you like it?” he breathed against my skin.

  “I love doggie, it's so raw and it's a guaranteed winner.”

  Austin chuckled, his lips pressed against the skin as the laughter vibrated through me.

  “I like guaranteed winners but for now we'll start with a little missionary.”

  He leaned onto one hand, the other adjusting himself into position.

  “I want to watch you when I enter.”

  I could feel the head at the entrance, begging to be let in. Always willing I parted a little further, feeling him push just a little more.

  “Keep your eyes open Abigail.”

  I nodded, feeling my heart rate accelerate. Austin pushed in more, a soft sigh escaped him. He settled on both forearms, leaning in to kiss me.

  “I love you Abigail Marshall.”

  He pushed in the whole way, making me gasp out loud. His lips slowly dragged over mine as he stopped moving, taking a moment to enjoy the connection.

  “I love you too Austin Gibson.”

  My fingers traced long lines up and down his back as my legs wrapped around his waist. Slowly he drew back, sliding back in with a tauntingly slow pace. I didn't mind, it was nice to be so intimate. And besides, the hard core fuck was coming. The man said he liked a guaranteed winner and there was something about that position that made me scream. Must be the angle. For a while he stayed on his forearms, slowly moving in and out of me, kissing me.

  He stopped, our noses barely touching as we stared into each others eyes.

  “You feel so good.” he whispered.

  “Like we were made to fit?” I grinned softly.

  Austin nodded a little stunned. He lifted to his hands as his hips continued to move, the ecstasy on his face was keeping the fire within me burning hard and fast. This man knew how to love. I leaned up to kiss him, my fingers running over his body now covered in a soft sheen of sweat.

  “Abigail.” he whispered as he leaned down for my kiss.

  “Yeah?”

  “Time to get it hard, baby.”

  I giggled and then gasped when he pulled out of me. As I got up on my knees, his hand slapped against my backside making me gasp again. God that felt good. His hands slid up my body as he moved in behind me.

  “I am going to fuck you so damned hard Abigail.”

  I moaned as he pulled me against his body, his hands teasing my breasts.

  “I am goin
g to make the next room complain about us.”

  His hand moved down my body, sliding in between my legs.

  “Are you ready Abigail?”

  “Yes.” I cried out greedily.

  The hand drew away as the other gripped my shoulder, urging me down onto my hands. One finger scratched down my spine, making me shiver and groan out at the same time. His knees pushed mine out further, widening me more.

  I could feel him there again, pressing against me. One hand gripped my hip, the other brushing against me as he pressed himself deep into me. The rush went straight to my head with the first plunge. I groaned out loud, his other hand pressed hard into the flesh on my hip.

  That first push deep into me was slow, again he took his time. But that was the only time. As he tightened his grip on my hips he pulled back, slamming into me hard and fast.

  “Oh god.” I cried out.

  Every single part of me tingled with the sensations as he fucked me hard. When I said that this position was a guaranteed, I wasn't lying. Within a few slams of his body against mine, I was done. I was moaning loudly and begging him not to stop. And the lucky girl that I was, he gladly gave me what I asked for.

  Chapter Thirteen

  My body flopped to the bed, sated and exhausted. I could barely feel the kisses Austin was trailing over my hip and along the side of my body. My throat cracked, dry and in dire need of water. Austin settled in behind me, his hand sliding over my body and stopping at the underside of my breast. A soft and deep exhalation came from the man behind me.

  “Have you had dinner yet?”

  “I didn't feel like eating.” I whispered a little sad.

  “But now?”

  I sat up to answer him and heard a sound. Turning to the door we could hear the sounds of Monique and several men.

  “Shit. We've got company.”

  Austin pulled the bed cover off the bed, wrapping himself in it and ensuring that I was covered by the sheet.

  “Aus!” one of them cheered.

  “Dude, put some clothes on.” another voice said.

  “Yeah great. Order some room service. Dinner, not just booze.”