Saxon(32)

There is just one thing running through my mind.

Does absence really make the heart grow fonder? Or is out of sight out of mind more realistic? I know on my end that I don’t want anyone but her, and no other woman can tempt me.

Nothing would be worth losing her.

Nothing.

I can’t get enough of her.

I’m addicted.

That’s not me being * whipped or anything, it’s just me stating a fact.

She’s the one for me.

I don’t know how long distance is going to work for us, and I’m almost scared to find out.

If anything goes wrong…

I sigh and bury my face into her pillow.

“Are you going to feel sorry for yourself or are you going to make love to me before you leave?” she asks in a dry tone. Her hands run up my naked back, her fingers digging into the muscles there.

“That feels so good.”

“You’re so tense,” she mutters, massaging my shoulders. “You’re going on tour with your band, not prison.”

I grin at that. “I know, and I’m excited to go—don’t get me wrong. I’m just gonna miss the hell out of you.”

“Time will go fast, don’t worry,” she says in a soothing tone.

I lift my head up and watch her. “I won’t let anything come between us. Or anyone.”

She raises a dark brow. “Saxon, we will be fine. Just keep your dick in your pants and enjoy the tour.”

After all this she still doesn’t trust me?

“I do trust you,” she says, and I wonder if I spoke out loud. “But it’s just realistic for me, as a woman, to think that you might be tempted. I’m not going to be there, and you will be surrounded by beautiful women.”

“I don’t want anyone else,” I reply in a strong tone. She needs to know this. “You’ve ruined me for any other woman.”

Her eyes widen.

“You have nothing to worry about. And you better not even look in another man’s direction while I’m gone and please try and stay away from that damn bar.”

I’ve seen the men who work there. Good-looking bastards.

“I’d never cheat,” she replies, lifting her chin up.

“I know that. I’m just a jealous bastard,” I tell her, flashing her a sheepish grin.

She stares at me for a second then laughs. “You are, aren’t you?”

“Any man who has a woman like you would feel the same.”

She stills. “Okay I really need you inside me right now.”

I turn over and pull her on top of me.

“Ride me baby,” I whisper into her ear.

She pulls the blanket off me and does just that.

Fuck, how I’m going to miss her.





Chapter Twenty One

Tenielle

Five weeks later

I see him standing to the right of me, his head turning as he tries to find something.

Me.

He’s wearing a black hat on his head, pulled down low, a black t-shirt, and a pair of jeans that he was born to wear.

My man is delicious.

I walk in his direction, dragging my suitcase behind me. When he sees me, his eyes light up, and he jogs right to me.

“Hey you,” I say, laughing when he lifts me in his arms and spins me around.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he murmurs, his gaze devouring me before his lips slam down on mine.

This kiss tells me everything I need to know.

It tells me he missed me.

It tells me he wants me.

And it tells me he loves me.

I pull back sooner than I want to, but we’re in the middle of an airport for heaven’s sake.

“You look more beautiful than I remember,” he tells me, then lifts my suitcase in one hand and takes my hand in his other. “Let’s get out of here.”

I lick my lips and walk outside with him. The sunlight hits my eyes, so I slide my sunglasses down. When he leads me to a limo, I roll my eyes even though he can’t see.

“Really?” I say in a dry tone.

He laughs. “We’re moving up in the world.”

He opens the door for me, and I slide into the back. “What? No chauffeur to open the door?”

“Open your own damn door princess!” a voice calls out from the driver’s seat. I smile widely, jump out of the car and open his door.

“You better get your ass out here and say hello to your cousin!” I tell Jet, who smirks but does as he’s told.

“How have you been?” he asks as I pull him in for a hug.

“Good, how have you been?” I ask him, squeezing both his cheeks.

He gestures to the limo. “Fuckin’ amazing. I wanted to drive, thought I’d surprise you.”

“I’m glad you did. Where’s Ryder?” I ask.

He didn’t come? He’s so being downgraded from his spot as my favourite cousin.

And Jet has been moved up a notch.

“He’s not feeling too well. Lexi was making him some soup as we left.”

Great, man flu. Good luck Lexi.

Saxon, clearly done with waiting, takes my hand and pulls me back into the backseat.

“Kiss me,” he demands. “I’ve missed you so f*cking much.”