Saxon(39)

“That’s nice of them,” I say, taking a bite, chewing, and swallowing.

“How is it?” he asks.

“Good,” I say. “Do you want a bite?”

He shakes his head. “Do you really have to go back?”

I put my fork down. “Saxon.”

“I know, I know,” he grumbles, but then looks at me with a hopeful expression. “You know if you didn’t want to go back, I would pay for everything for you—”

“Don’t even go there,” I grit out, my tone letting him know he’s heading into dangerous waters.

He sighs heavily. “I know you love your job but if it’s about money—”

“I can’t lose my job Saxon, I’m sorry. And I’m not going to be a kept woman. I need to work. It challenges me, and I get to help people. It’s who I am. It’s who I’ve worked so hard to become.”

He puts his hands in the air. “You’re right, I’m being selfish. I’m just gonna miss you so f*cking much, and it’s making me crazy.”

“I’m going to miss you too, so let’s not waste my last few hours arguing over this. Let’s eat, f*ck, and snuggle before we head to the airport, not necessarily in that order.”

He smiles slowly. “I got you some jam donuts for dessert.”

My head snaps to him, a grin playing on my mouth. “You seriously know the way to my heart Saxon Tate.”

He laughs. “I’ll buy you a f*cking bakery Tee.”

I smirk. Fuck he’s sweet. Such a sweet man wrapped in this delicious package, complete with piercings, tattoos, and a huge cock.

Jackpot.

“You’re so getting some A-grade head for that one.”

He stands and picks me up, lifting me over his shoulder.

Then he takes me back to the bedroom, and I for one am f*cking glad.

Because food can wait, but I cannot.

*****

The drive to the airport is quiet, but we hold hands the entire time. Saxon walks me through, going as far as he’s able to. A few fans stop him and ask him for his signature but he says sorry that he can’t right now, but if they wait he will sign anything for them on his way out. We stop at the point where I need to walk through security and just stare at each other for a moment.

“Call me as soon as you get there safely,” he says. “Okay?”

I nod. “Okay, I love you.”

I get on my tiptoes and kiss his mouth, savoring the moment.

Remembering it.

Keeping it locked in my memory.

I pull away first. “I have to go.”

He leans his forehead against mine. “I f*cking adore you.”

“I know.”

A small smile. “You better. And be good, okay?”

I raise my eyebrow at that. “I should be the one telling you that.”

He cups my face in his warm hands. “Take care of yourself. If you ever need me, call me. I’ll come back to you, f*ck the tour.”

I roll my eyes. “I’ll be fine Saxon, and so will you.”

One more kiss, and I walk away without looking back.

If I looked back, I probably would have stayed.





Chapter Twenty-Six

Saxon

One month later

As we walk back onto the bus, I feel f*cking sick of life knowing that she isn’t back on there waiting for me. The last few weeks have dragged by.

Dragged the f*ck by.

We both call each other every chance we get, but with her work, my work, and the time difference, it gets a little difficult. It’s f*cking painful if I don’t get to talk to her at least once a day. We always message each other when we wake up and before we go to bed, without fail, so that’s something at least. She also likes to send me a few sexy pictures of her every now and again—which I love.

I come to a standstill when I see a woman standing in front of the bus door.

“Is that?”

Kidd groans. “Holy shit, she’s a stalker.”

“Call security,” I mutter.

Kidd nods and walks back as I approach the woman who I saw in Sydney and in Boston. She’s now in Louisville, Kentucky.

And standing in front of my bus.

With a smile on her face.

She waves at me as I approach. Christ, what is wrong with this chick?

“You can’t be here,” I tell her, frowning. “How did you get back here?”

She doesn’t say anything, but what she does do, is throw herself on me and try to kiss me. I move my face and her mouth touches my cheek, before she’s pushed off me. Ryder grabs her and pulls her back.

It’s then I see another girl standing next to the bus, camera phone in her hand.

Fucking shit.

Security comes and escorts them both out.

“Fucking crazies,” Ryder mutters, shaking his head in astonishment. “I think you were about to get raped.”

I slap him on the back of the head.

Later that night, I call Tee to tell her what had happened. Her phone rings but goes to voicemail.

“Hey babe, it’s me. Some drama happened today, and I wanted to tell you before you see it somewhere else. Call me when you finish work, love you.”

I hang up and sigh, staring down at the phone in my hand.