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deeper into my own, making him cry out as he tried not to lose control.
    I didn’t care. I wanted him to lose control. We had waited too long. I leaned down to whisper, “I love how you feel inside me,” before teasing the rim of his ear with my warm tongue.
    “Jordi,” he muttered, his eyes closed as he slammed me down against him. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.”
    “Then show me,” I demanded softly.
    He curled his arm around my waist and flipped me over to my side, with him holding me from behind. “Every day,” he growled into my ear as he thrust into me. “For the rest of my life.”
    I couldn’t even speak as he drove himself into me. Each powerful thrust hit that magic spot until I was nearly in tears from pleasure. He held my leg up by the knee, wedging himself even deeper. He took me with such complete abandonment, neither of us could speak. I didn’t even care that I was screaming for him. Let the neighbors complain.
    With one final, primal grunt he released himself inside of me. He held himself there for long minutes afterward, twitch ing inside of me, before he finally fell to my side. He gathered me into his arms, my back against his chest, as we listened to our thundering heartbeats slow back down to normal again.
    He kissed my back softly, before whispering into my ear, “I love you, Jordi.”
    I cuddled into his arms and whispered, “Ditto. Every day… for the rest of my life.”
    That night when I fell asleep, I didn’t even need to dream.
    The next day, Vanni’s wife Andy flew in for the Saturday show, so she was with us all through rehearsals and the early dinner we all had to celebrate the launch of our tour. I watched as she interacted with the band comfortably, an extension of who they were. She wasn’t just Vanni’s wife, she was their friend… their sister. It made me think of their older song, “Let Her Go If You Can’t Treat Her Right,” and wonder if this band of brothers had galvanized to protect her from Vanni’s notorious womanizing ways of days gone by.
    Mostly I studied how she carried herself. Though she was a larger size, her clothes were stylishly fitted and she carried herself with confidence in the way she walked and how she interacted with those around her. Even after all they had been through, and all the ways the “press” (PING in particular) had skewered her for not being the “typical” rock star girlfriend, it was as if those barbed pinged off of the impressively deceptive force field of her smile.
    But then again, she had a lot to smile about. She had won the heart of her love, she wore his ring on his finger and she was the mother of his child. All the rest of it came a distant second in her life. I envied her in more ways than one, especially with the way she took Vanni’s groupies in stride.
    I was sorely possessive with Jace when screaming fangirls pressed to get closer, hug tighter or – in some cases – grope him when the first opportunity presented itself. He treated them as well as Vanni treated his groupies, and would graciously untangle himself to keep the velvet rope between celebrity and groupie firmly established.
    For Vanni, who had been stalked and his family targeted by psychotic fans, it was a necessity to establish those kinds of boundaries. Jace simply had no desire to entertain their earnest flirtations. He was, as he always had been, a man of honor. Even if I hadn’t been in the picture, he’d never take advantage of their affections. Unlike Vanni, who had been a rumored sex hound, Jace didn’t feel the need to collect a jar of hearts. He was grateful for their endless appreciation of him as an artist, but it could go no further than that.
    He would often turn to the rest of us as shields to keep them at arm’s length. Shelby inevitably ended up being the most convenient buffer. When she appeared, it was like tossing cold water on the screaming horde of fans who wanted to get as close to Jace as they