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“Four fucking months of this shit.“
    I nod. It's going to be an interesting four
months. It's going to be a long four months with Xander's
music.
    We're all pretty used to Xander's habit of
singing and dancing on the tour bus. He's been doing it since we
started touring. His choice in music and him dry humping our legs,
arms, or the table. We usually let him go nuts for a couple songs
then tell him to rein it in. Yeah, I can see that won't be
happening this tour.
    Lucy looks at me as she rolls her hips and I
start getting hard. That's all it takes. Just a look. Just one sexy
little move and I'm hard and ready for her. No one's ever affected
me like she does. When she walks by and her scent drifts over me, I
close my eyes and I feel calm, at peace. When she kisses my lips,
my heart skips a beat. I don't think that's ever going to change.
She owns my heart. She is my heart. And now she's my wife.
Life doesn't get any better than this.
    Now I'm waiting for the other shoe to
drop—because it will. It always does. Nothing can be this perfect
for long. Someone always comes along and fucks it up. Why? Because
they can't stand to see someone happy when they're miserable. All I
know is, if and when someone fucks with mine and Lucy's current
state of “happy“, I'm going to fuck with them right back.

    WHEN WE GET to the venue the next day, Lucy starts
fidgeting. I can already see she's starting to freak out and it's
only eleven in the morning. She's got a good eight hours before the
show starts. Hell.
    “Luce,“ I say as she sits down at the table
with her breakfast bar and coffee.
    “Yeah, babe.“
    She looks at me, her expression one of
nervousness.
    “You doing alright?“
    “Yeah, I'm good.“
    “You look a little… anxious.“
    She blows out a breath and flops her head on
her forearms on the table. “I feel like I need to throw up. Jesse,
oh my God,“ she mumbles.
    I reach over and grab her hand, lacing my
fingers with hers. “Baby.“
    “Unh.“
    I smile. Ben and Ethan pause their Call of
Duty deathmatch and look over with grins.
    I stand up and pull her up from where she's
sitting. She stands, all pouty and distraught. I pull her into a
hug and rest my cheek on top of her head. She lets out a sigh. I
wish I could make this easier for her but it's something she has to
get through on her own. She'll get up on stage and be nervous as
fuck like everyone else who gets up there. It'll get easier and
she'll become less and less nervous but that never goes away.
    Ethan and Ben resume their game but not
before Ethan tells me, “Go fuck her brains out, man. She'll forget
for a while.“
    I grin. I'm always up for fucking my wife. I
lift her under her armpits and she wraps her legs around my
waist.
    “Want me to fuck you, baby?“
    She bites her lip, her eyes glazing over with
desire. She wiggles her hips, rubbing her pussy against me.
    “I'm taking that as a yes,“ I say and head
back toward the bathroom. The volume on the TV goes up—way up and I
laugh. Lucy just shakes her head as I shut the door.
    I set her down and strip her bare.
    “Not wasting any time are ya?“ she
teases.
    “Fuck no. Turn around gorgeous,“ I coax and
she does as I ask.
    “On your knees,“ I demand. Her brow arches
but I see the flush of her arousal spike. My wife likes being told
what to do sexually and I'm going to enjoy every second of it. I
drop a folded towel to the floor and Lucy kneels on it.
    I pull out my already hardening cock and
stroke it. She licks her lips and reaches for me.
    “No.“
    “No?“ she asks.
    “Not until I tell you. No touching me.“
    “You're hot when you take control,“ she
purrs.
    I smirk and wink as I stroke my cock.
    “Touch my balls, baby. Just your
fingertips.“
    I continue to jack myself off and when she
touches me as I tell her to, a bead of precum forms on the tip. Her
gaze zeroes in on it and I'm tempted to let her lick it off, but
she'll get the upper hand if I let her do that. Hell, I'll