Since Tayla told me about what happened to her, I have been glued to her side. The fact that she works here makes it easier. I can check up on her. Her nightmares started and even though she assures me she’s okay, the fear I saw in her eyes that first night I woke her up, ripped me in two. Ever since, she has not left my sight. If I am not here, Liam and Ryan are. My heart is in this, I doubt she will leave, or hurt me. Still, I am terrified of losing her.

We head to the airport tomorrow. Paparazzi will hound us at every stop. We’ve been together for a month, but it’s still been kept quiet. I didn’t want her to be the focus of the cameras until she needed to be. So, I had to behave myself around her in public. “Hayes!” I realize I am in shit when she calls me by my last name. I chuckle because she is so damn cute when she’s angry.

“In here.”

“What the fuck were you doing yesterday?” She storms into my bedroom and I have no idea what’s gotten into her now. Slapping the paper on the bed next to me, I glance down, my eyes scan the story. I was caught on camera in Agent Provocateur. “Can you explain what you were doing there?”

“I was buying you a birthday present. If you must know. It was a gift for me too and I can’t wait to unwrap it.” My cheeky wink earns me a huff, but her resolve crumbles.

“Goddamnit. You’re infuriating.”

“That’s why we have such incredible sex. Make up sex is the best. Didn't you know?” I draw her into me. She’s standing between my thighs and I peer up into those beautiful shiny chestnut eyes. “Kiss me.” When she leans down I realize her anger has dissipated. Her lips find mine in a gentle tender kiss, but I need more. I lay back and pull her down on top of me, allowing her to straddle me.

“Guys! Get a room.” Liam leans against the door jamb. My brother has been giving me grief since Tayla moved in.

“We are in a room. Mine. Now get the fuck out.”

“Pizza is here. Better grab yours before it disappears.” He turns and leaves us alone. Another soft kiss and Tay jumps off me and pulls her flowing blonde hair into a messy bun.

“Come on. I am hungry. And I want my present early.” She winks and walks out of my room with a sway in her sexy hips. The day we play Wembley is her birthday. I will never forget June 11 for as long as I live.

* * *

After dinner we sat down to talk about the schedule. We needed to make sure everything is packed. Most of the equipment is delivered to the venues. Or brought in. The critical instruments we will take on the flight tomorrow. Tayla left us to take a shower. As I stroll into my bedroom, I find it empty. “Tay?”

“Bathroom.” Wandering over to the en-suite, I lean against the doorjamb staring at the most exquisite woman I have ever laid eyes on. Her long hair was wrapped in a towel and she had one of my cut out tanks on. The pattern was perfect because the curve of her gorgeous tits were visible. My cock jumped at the view. Her tattoo wove over her ribs and I detested the artist who got to ink her there.

“This is how I should be welcomed home daily.” Her blush is evident as it spreads from her cheeks to her chest. Stepping into the bathroom, I watch her moisturize her face. I circle my arms around her waist. Her soft supple skin under my lips begs to be licked, devoured. I plant kisses from her neck to her shoulder. The need to taste her overtakes me and I suck her sweet silky flesh into my mouth.

“I am sure that could be arranged, Mr. Hayes. Any other demands?” Her sassy mouth is in full force tonight and I have plans for it. I lean in and bite her earlobe, earning me a sexy whimper.

“In fact, now that you mention it. I do. I want you on my bed in five minutes. Naked. Spread open and waiting.” With a swat on her pert little ass, she yelps and runs into the bedroom. I drag my tank up over my head and unbutton my jeans. The zipper is half down. They hang off my hips, just the way I know she loves. Nothing can prepare me for what I see when I walk into the bedroom. Fuck!

She’s on my black sheets. On her back. Her smooth legs splayed wide and her hair loose on the pillow. Her body is bare of any clothes and her eyes are sparkling with desire. “Now this… Right here… Is how I demand to be greeted every day.” I lean forward and kiss her. It’s a chaste peck which takes all my restraint. “Roll over.” Without hesitation, she rolls over on her stomach. I grab the oils I bought two days ago. Squirting the lavender scented oil onto her skin in a pattern that matches the vines running the length of her back. Even though her tattoo covers the scars, I know they're there. She was frightened that I would freak out when I saw them. That they made her hideous. I think they make her more beautiful. They reveal her strength.

There is something between us. I have never felt with anyone before. When we make love, our souls unite in a melody fit for heaven. The damaged angel, as she loves to call herself, is the heaven to my hell. I wish she can understand how beautiful she is. I want her to see what I do. Perfection in the purest form. She’s been dragged through hell, but her wings are still white as snow.

All the lyrics that occupied my mind in the recent weeks have been about her. Every time I sit to compose. The words are about her. What she makes me feel. I massage the oil into her skin. The tattoo glistening. An intricate design. Vines and cherry blossoms intertwine covering the left-hand side of her body. The other side is an angel wing. At the tip of the wing are flames that are about to engulf it. And in between the vines are shattered hearts. Between love and fire. That’s perfect. I should write that down, but nothing will pull me away from her right now. Underneath the ink are the small scars that dot her back. Incisions made with a knife.

My hands move over her and the sweet-scented lotion makes her smooth and silky. “Callum, can we make love now?” I didn’t realize that I had been sitting here staring at her for fifteen minutes. Her head turned. She’s facing me and I grin. Nodding.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” I lean forward and kiss her. Then I nudge my jeans off, I am rock hard for my girl. Turning her over, I shift between her splayed thighs. Our lips meet and when she opens for me, my tongue licks into her. It's a quick luscious kiss that I have to break. I sit back and reach over to the nightstand snatching a condom. Her eyes follow my every move. When I grip my throbbing shaft, her gaze is glued to the sight. She watches me stroke myself. “Is this what you want, Petal?” Her tongue flicks out, moistening her lips and I can no longer hold back. I ache for her. Her nod is swift and I need no other confirmation.

I sheath my cock and slide over her gorgeous body. The tip of my erection nudging her pussy. “Please, Callum.” She will be my undoing. I reach between us and stroke her slick cunt. So fucking wet for me. She’s always ready for me. Without warning, I slam into her. All the way to the hilt. Her beautiful cries are music to my ears. Our bodies move in the rhythm of our love song. When we made love, fucked, had sex, I felt alive. Complete. Euphoria.

Her legs wrap around my waist, tightening, drawing me in further. Her tight hot pussy pulses around me. I ease out and tease her again. “Callum, stop teasing, just fuck me.” Mmm, you want it hard, Petal. Fine. I sit back and she whimpers the loss of me.

“On your knees.” Her gaze widens, but she immediately moves onto all fours. “Good girl.” I drive into her, fast and deep. Her moans spurring my thrusts. I fist her long golden hair in my hand and tug her head backward. In response, her cunt tightens and squeezes my shaft. I rain a slap down on her pert little ass and she yelps. Such a provocative sound.

My body driving into hers, deeper. Hitting her sweet spot. I pull out slowly, and thrust back in. Over and over again. Her body is warm, taking me. Every inch. Accepting me. The sweat that sheens her skin is beautiful, as if she’s glistening. When her pussy tightens around me, I realize she’s close. As her body shudders with release, and she screams out my name. My body stiffens and my cock thickens. Filling the condom with a growl of her name on my lips. We collapse on the bed. After discarding the rubber, I drape my arm over her. Holding her against me. She smells of sex and cherries. It was a heady combination.

“That was incredible.” She turns over in my arms, facing me. Her eyes are glossy. She has a freshly fucked glow in her cheeks and I must be honest, it suited her. After the number of women I fucked, she is the only one I could also make love to.

* * *

The sun flooding through the open blinds is too bright. Today will be a long day. The flight is a good twelve hours. Rolling over, I find my lovely blonde girl sitting at the window. Her hair is loose, and she's wrapped up in a blanket and I have a feeling nothing else. Her knees are drawn up to her chin. She’s calm. Watching her for a while, I sit up. “Are you okay, Petal?” When she twists, her smile is small and I recognize something is wrong.

“Just thinking about the next few months. The days, and nights, will be crazy.” I nod and swing my feet over the edge of the bed.

“It will be. Are you sure you’re ready?” She nods and I notice the uncertainty in her features.

“I want to come with you. I do.” Her voice is soft, but she’s made up her mind. With the sheet around my waist, I pad over to her.

“You are safe with us. We have security that monitor everyone that comes to the venue.” I stand in front of her. Doe eyes peer up at me. When the wicked smirk curls her lips, I realize I am in for a morning treat. She slips from the chair and sinks to her knees. With a rough tug, she pulls the sheet from me. “Baby…” The words trail off as her mouth opens, her tongue darts out and runs over the tip of my cock.

A small moan in her chest sends a jolt through me. I watch her plump lips slide down my thick shaft and her eyes peer up at me. They’re shining with mischief. The tip hits the back of her throat and she swallows. The sensation tightens my balls and my head drops in satisfaction. “Shit, woman, you feel incredible.” My voice is a rough rumble. Her hands clutch my thighs and my hand fists in her long ice-blonde hair. I hold her still, reveling in the feel of her. She moans, the sensation sending vibrations over my shaft. Then I fuck her mouth, drawing my pleasure from her. “I will come baby, you better stop now.” She ignores me and flicks her tongue around my cock. She opens her jaw and I am so deep inside her that her nose is against my abs. Taking all nine inches into her mouth. None of the women I have been with have ever been able to do that. My release shoots down my spine, into my dick, and spurts into her waiting throat. She doesn't spill a drop of my hot seed. I slip out from between her lips and she licks me clean. The innocence in her face after what she did, has my mind spinning with all the dirty things I ache to do to her.

“You will kill me if you do that everyday.”

Her sweet giggle echoes through my foggy mind. “I didn’t hear you complaining when I was doing it.” Rising, she leans up on her tiptoes and presses a kiss on my cheek. She spins, drops the blanket and strolls into the bathroom. Before the door closes, she glances back with an invitation I would be foolish to ignore her.

So like any sensible man would, I follow her. Her cherry body wash is on the shelf, I snatch it and lather up the cloth. Taking my time, I wash her gently. Her skin looks so delicate, wet and gleaming. In a slow circular motion, I massage her body. Then I sink to my knees. My hands drift down her legs, kneading. The soft moans from her has my cock hard again. I need to be inside her. I straighten and rinse her off. With my hand in hers, I pull her from the shower. She stares at my reflection as I quickly towel dry her. I make quick work of drying my body. “Hold onto the counter baby, don't move.” In the bedroom, I grab a condom and roll it on. When I join her again, I find her bent at the waist. I step behind her, my fingers tease her slick folds. Our eyes lock in the mirror and the desire in her gaze is almost my undoing. I slowly inch into her tight pussy.

The movement has her pushing back against me, but I grip her hips and hold her still. “Open your eyes. Watch me. Look at me fuck your flawless body.” Dark brown pools lock on my blue ones in the mirror. Her lips part as whimpers and moans escape her. I plunge into her. Pressing her against the counter. With my hand gripping her hip, the other strokes her spine. Tracing soft lines along the tattoo. Over her scars. My hips move back and then drive forward, taking her sweet beautiful pussy. Her hands claw at the counter, but my movements speed up and she can’t grip anything. “You see how beautiful you are, with my cock inside your tight pussy.”

“Cal… please?” I know she’s needing release. I reach forward and strum her hardened nub which has her flying over the edge. Her body tightens around me, pulling me into her. As her orgasm splinters through her, a growl so primal shudders in my chest. Slipping out as she rides her high. I slide my fingers into her pulsing pink flesh. She's tight, dripping, and the scent of her arousal has my cock thickening with release. I pull off the rubber and shoot my seed over her inked skin.

“Now I have marked you. You are mine.” An easy smile appears, but it doesn’t reach her chestnut eyes. “Did I hurt you?”

“No. I don’t like when you’re not inside me.” Her cheeks pink with embarrassment. Once the condom is in the trash, I grab a towel and clean her skin. She turns to me and I cup her face in my hands and kiss her.

“You are beautiful. Can I ask you something?” She nods, but she’s weary. “Why only one wing? And why cherry blossoms? I have been wondering since you showed me.”

“One means I am broken, damaged. But cherry blossoms are a promise of something beautiful. Delicate.” Her gaze drops to her feet. She is open, letting me in. The moment pulls at my heart. Deep down I realize that I am falling for her and there is nothing I can do to stop it.

“You will never be damaged again. And you are beautiful.” I make her a promise I intend to keep. The tour will be a test of our relationship. Groupies. Models. And all I want to do is shelter her from it, but I know I can’t. I want no one, but her. Still I have a bad feeling. And that scares me shitless.