The tour is over, and I’m finally back home.
Right where I want to be.
I left a day earlier than the rest of the band, so here I am, trying to get back to my woman as fast as I can. If only this taxi driver would hurry up, maybe drive a little faster.
I wouldn’t be opposed to some speeding right now.
As soon as the taxi stops I’m paying the driver, grabbing my suitcase and guitar, and running up to her door. Pulling out my key, I open the door and rush through the house.
It’s empty.
I look at my watch which tells me it’s seven pm. Where the hell is she?
I think of calling her, but I wanted to surprise her so I restrain myself. Instead, I climb into her warm bed and close my eyes.
What feels like ten hours later but is actually only about two, I hear the door unlock. I walk out in plain sight where she will be able to see me and stay far enough away that I won’t get kicked in the nuts again.
Her eyes widen in surprise when she sees me standing there. She’s wearing workout clothes, her hair in a bun, and her face is free of any trace of makeup. She looks beautiful. “Saxon?”
“Hi,” I say, then get down on one knee. “I love you, so f**king much. And I don’t want to live another day without you being completely mine. Will you marry me?”
Her mouth drops open as I pull out the ring from my jeans pocket. I bought it in New York. When I saw it I knew it was the ring for her. For some reason it just suits her. She steps closer and looks down at the ring, and then down at her left hand. “I’d love to marry you.”
I wait for a but… but one doesn’t come.
“Is that a yes?” I ask her, standing up and putting my hand out—a silent offer for hers.
“Fuck yeah it’s a yes!” she replies, giving me her hand so I can slide the ring on it.
It fits perfectly.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispers. “I love it.”
“Good,” I tell her. “Now kiss me, I’ve waited months for your lips.”
She jumps into my arms and kisses me, wrapping her legs tight around my waist.
“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” she says against my lips. “No idea.”
“You think I don’t? I almost said f**k it and left to be with you, only I couldn’t let everyone else down,” I admit.
“I’m glad you didn’t, because I would have felt like shit if you had. Guilty too.”
“Bedroom?” I pant as she moves to kiss my neck.
“No,” she says. “Shower.”
I head to the bathroom.
*****
I wake up with her wrapped around me like an octopus. Smiling, I kiss her on her forehead, my hand running down the curve of her naked ass.
“Morning,” she whispers, her voice thick.
“Good morning soon-to-be Mrs. Tate,” I say, pulling her even closer to me. “Where were you last night? I was here by seven.”
“I was working out with Reid,” she replies, yawning.
My body stills. “Reid…”
“Knox. You know him.”
“Reid Knox? The MMA fighter?” I say slowly.
That good-looking bastard.
She nods.
“You were working out with Reid Knox while wearing a sports bra?” I ask, a little louder this time.
She smirks. “Reid is committed to Summer, you know that. He’s been teaching me a few moves, and I think it’s great because I can teach them to the women at the self-defense class.”
“Were you alone in the gym?”
She sits up. “Seriously?”
I clear my throat. “Just making conversation.”
“I trusted you throughout all your bullshit. If you even think about making a big deal about this I’m going to be pretty pissed,” she says through clenched teeth.
She’s right and I do trust her, but no man on the face of this earth wants his woman alone with a man like Reid Knox.
I mean, come on now.
I’m quiet for a few seconds. “Has he ever hit on you?”
She growls and storms out of bed.
I sigh and follow behind her, out into the kitchen.
“I’m sorry, I don’t want to fight. I just got you back,” I tell her. “I trust you, so I won’t say anything about Reid.”
Except next time I might try and tag along with you.
She turns around and stares at me. “You will get off my back?”
I nod. “I will.”
“Good. Do you want some coffee?” she asks.
“Yes please. I’ll make us some breakfast,” I say, standing up and walking to the fridge to search its contents. “Do you have work today?”
She glances over at me. “I do, but I’m calling in sick. It’s been too damn long, and I need some quality time with my man. You have three months of orgasms to give me.”
Anndddd I’m now semi-hard.
She looks down at the crotch of my boxer shorts and smirks. “Feed me first.”
I pull out some eggs and grab a frying pan. She stands behind me and wraps her arms around me.
“Just having you here again,” she whispers. “I’m happy.”
“Go and relax, I’ll bring you breakfast in bed,” I say. “And then I’ll make you even happier.”
She places a kiss in the center of my naked back. “And how are you going to do that?”
“Hmmmm,” I reply. “With my mouth, then with my fingers, and then with my cock. And then I’m going to start from the beginning again.”