All Stars Fall (Seaside Pictures #3.5)(44)

“I fell the first day I saw you. I’m still falling. I don’t ever want to stop. I pray there’s never a day I wake up and realize I’m on the ground—because I want to be in a constant state of falling in love with you.”

She sucked in a sharp breath, I kissed her again.

I wiped her tears and carried her up the stairs.

Past my children’s rooms.

As visions of a life with her danced in my head.

As songs I hadn’t yet written played in perfect cadence.

As the warmth of her body gave me hope.

As I carried her into a bedroom I hoped one day to call ours.

And kissed her deep, hard.

She didn’t protest when I pulled the clothes from her body, leaving nothing behind, as I took in her smooth skin and then pulled her onto the bed and covered my body with hers. “This time, I go slow.”

“Think you’ll last?” she teased.

“That’s it.” I reached for a pillow but she’d already flipped me onto my back. I let her, obviously, and grinned up at her. “What are you going to do?”

“Kiss you.” She leaned down, touching our lips together. “Everywhere I want.”

“No complaints here.” I watched her devour me with her eyes, and then felt her do the same with her mouth. She gripped me, and I slapped her hand away because I wanted more than that. “Together, I want us together, I want to watch us together.”

I pulled her onto me, my hands on her hips. She slid over me and let out a large gasp while she moved in perfect rhythm.

A rhythm I didn’t realize had been in my heart for years.

A rhythm that promised forever.

That felt so right I couldn’t breathe.

“Tell me I get to keep you.” We locked eyes.

She quickened her pace, I caught her hips rocking her faster, needing to feel the realness between us. “On one condition….”

“What’s that?”

“You make Drew sign a poster.”

“You’ll pay for that.” I couldn’t even pretend to be mad, she felt too damn good. “But later, much later. Right now, I just want you, and us.”

“Us,” she agreed.

And I followed her over the cliff with a smile on my face.





Chapter Twenty-Three



Penelope





6 Months Later


“He’s too sexy, his sweat is sexy, I both hate and love this,” I murmured as I stood backstage watching all the girls scream Trevor’s name as he walked around shirtless with low slung jeans and paint all over his six pack.

Was that paint edible?

Would it be weird to ask if he could bring it home?

Will’s wife Angelica elbowed me and then burst out laughing. “It’s hard some days. Just remember who gets him at night.”

“Preach.” Alyssa, Demetri’s wife, currently pregnant with triplets, did an awkward little jig and then elbowed Nat, who was currently salivating over her own husband, Alec.

Jaymeson held up his phone. “Smile, ladies.”

We all grinned.

He took the picture, then dropped his hand. “The concert’s going over.”

“They sold out all six shows,” I pointed out. “They just want to give them their money’s worth.”

Zane, or Saint as he was known, ran out to the middle of the stage and fell to his knees as Alec and Demetri took the mic, and then the rest of Adrenaline joined in.

Zane, Adrenaline, and AD2. They’d added more tour stops after last year’s Grammys.

And now I knew why.

I’d seen their shows on TV.

Never in person.

It was almost addicting the way they all performed, but I had eyes for my man and my man only.

The song ended, and Trevor threw his sticks into the crowd. They all went wild, and the guys ran off stage.

I was pulled into the biggest, messiest hug ever and that was saying a lot since I was living with three children and a guy who constantly had some sort of food substance on his person.

“Hey”—Trevor grinned down at me—“I have a surprise for you.”

“Really?”

“Yup.”

I looked behind him. Malcom, Eric, and Bella were all on stage. The twins had tuxes on, and Bella was in a gorgeous white dress.

“What’s going on?”

“Something very important.” Trevor put on a shirt and pulled me onto the stage, the crowd erupting with screams and shrieks.

I almost puked.

He grabbed a microphone. “Bella, Eric, Malcom, will you help Dad?”

He held out the microphone to Eric. “Will.”

Malcom followed and giggled. “You.”

“Marry,” Bella screamed.

And then Trevor dropped to one knee and rasped, “Us?”

I lost it.

And I hugged the kids first.

Much to the amusement of probably everyone in the stadium.

And then Trevor laughed in the microphone. “You’d think she’s more excited about the package deal than the actual deal!”

Everyone joined in laughing.

And then I grabbed the microphone and said, “Yes. I say yes to us.”

“So you’re staying?”