When she wrapped a leg around my waist and locked down, that meant she was almost there. Sliding in and out of her wet heat made everything in the world OK. She fixed whatever was wrong.
“My angel,” I said again, as her body started to shake and the orgasm had her pussy locking down on my cock, sending me off with her. “I fucking love you!” I yelled, as I shot my release into her.
When I came down from my high, I scooped her into my arms and held her. I stayed inside her. I liked being connected to her like this. It eased all my fears.
Emily
Mase came to stay the weekend with us twice that summer. It was hard on Mary Ann to be away from him too long, but she was determined to allow Mase and Kiro to bond. It also gave her time to herself. She was even dating someone now.
By the end of the summer, Georgianna had given birth to a baby girl. She said she’d had a paternity test done and that Nannette wasn’t Kiro’s child. However, something inside me told me she was lying. But Kiro refused to insist on seeing the results of the test. He said the kid belonged to Georgianna’s ex-fiancé. I was going to have her show us the results of the test when Kiro would listen to me. But right now I was letting her adjust to life with her new baby and Rush.
It was a battle I gave up.
Over the next six months, Mase became a part of our lives. We went to the zoo and took him to a Lakers game. We spent afternoons on the beach when it was warm enough. Every time I watched Mase smile up at his dad, my heart squeezed. I loved seeing them together.
Georgianna never came back around. Dean would have to travel to get Rush from her. She had a baby now and refused to bring Rush to Dean. He didn’t seem to mind, and Kiro preferred it. He still hated Georgianna.
When the guys had to work on a new song or go to record the new album while Rush and Mase were visiting, I took care of them. Both boys had stolen a piece of my heart.
May 1993
Emily
Slacker Demon’s summer tour was starting. Their newest album had gone platinum once again, and I was prepared to travel with Kiro. He refused to have it any other way. Dean had convinced Trac, Brit, and Dash that without me, Kiro would be a mess. That they all needed me there in order to make it through the tour.
We had spent the weekend with Mase, and I was going to miss him over the next four months. Kiro seemed a little sad to see him go, too. He had bonded with his son the past year, and I was so thankful for it.
Mase was talking a lot now, too, and it was adorable. He was calling me “Emmy” just like Rush did. Kiro had picked up on it and he called me Emmy more often now than he did Emily. Mary Ann was in a serious relationship, but Kiro didn’t seem to care about that. He let me have my friendship with Mary Ann, but he rarely spoke to her.
I slipped out of bed before the sun came up. My eyes had snapped open, and the waves of nausea roiling through my stomach were back from yesterday. I made it to the toilet just in time. Luckily, Kiro had slept through this yesterday. I had thought it was something I’d eaten, but now it was back, after I’d felt fine all day yesterday after being sick. I couldn’t be coming down with a stomach bug now. Not when we were due to leave for tour this afternoon.
I would have to stay behind. Kiro would be so upset. In all honesty, so would I. I missed him whenever he was away, if only for a couple of hours to practice. We were rarely apart, and the idea of being separated hurt. I didn’t like it any more than he did. But as I grabbed the porcelain seat, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to fly today. I needed to see a doctor instead.
I felt his presence before he said anything. Reaching up, I flushed the toilet and grabbed a cloth to wipe my face. Then I turned to face him. He was watching me with worry and fear on his beautiful face. The last time I got sick, I’d had strep throat. One would have thought I was on my deathbed the way he hovered over me. He never left my side and held my hand even while he slept.
“I think I should go see a doctor and catch up with y’all later this week,” I said, trying to sound brave. If he thought for a minute that I was upset, he’d stay behind with me. They had sold out every show, starting tomorrow night in Boston. He had to go.
“I won’t leave without you,” he said matter-of-factly, then started wetting a cloth with cool water before bending down beside me and cleaning my face with it. “I can’t leave you if you’re sick. You know that. They know that.”
“Boston,” I said weakly, wanting to crawl back into bed and lie down. I was tired today.
“Fuck Boston. I’m not leaving you.”
He had to leave me. So I had to get better. “I’m sorry. I’ll be fine. Let me rest, and by this afternoon, I’ll be ready to go.”
He didn’t look convinced. “I’m calling a doctor to come here,” he said, standing up and then bending down to scoop me up.
“I’m not so sick I can’t walk,” I told him, amused.
“My angel throws up, she ain’t gonna walk,” he repeated, and took me to the bed.
I let him tuck me in. Then he pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I’m calling a doctor. You rest.”
I opened my mouth to argue with him, but he was out the bedroom door before I could. He’d cancel this tour if something was wrong with me. I needed to be OK, or the world was going to hate me. I would be the reason Slacker Demon canceled their tour. The record label would be furious. It would be a train wreck. I had to be OK.
Kiro
The doctor had sent me from the room, which made no fucking sense. He’d said he had to check something, and it would be easier if I waited outside. Emily’s soft pleading was the only reason I walked out, but I was about done with waiting.
That was my woman and my fucking room. I was going in there. Jerking the door open, I found Emily first and made sure she was OK. There was a nervous smile on her face as she sat up in our big bed, looking so damn small.
“What’s wrong with her?” I asked the doctor, taking long strides until I was beside her again. Touching her. Reminding myself she was safe. She was OK.
“Nothing’s wrong. Or at least, I hope not,” he said in a jolly tone.
I jerked my gaze away from Emily’s to look at the doctor. What the hell did that mean? “What?” I asked him, frustrated by his answer.
“Let me leave you two alone. Emily can give you the details,” he replied with a wink at her, then packed up his bag and left the room.