Two months later

“God, I’m close,” Tate moaned as she rode my cock harder, grinding down as she chased after her high.

I clenched my jaw, my fingers digging into the flesh at her hips as my balls drew up tight, desperate to explode inside her silky pussy. “Christ, you feel so fuckin’ good,” I groaned. Lifting one hand, I brushed her hair off her shoulder so I could see it. ‘He’s my storm on the horizon.’ The ink was right there, stretched across her collarbone for me to read every time I looked at her.

She’d insisted on inking me back onto her skin when we were in Amsterdam. I’d been fucking beside myself, so I’d dragged her out to get it done right after our show.

Now every time I looked at it, I got hard as I rock, remembering how she’d watched me with hooded, lust-filled eyes the entire time to dude had hovered over her, permanently imbedding me into her flesh. It had been such a goddamn turn-on that neither of us could wait to get back to the hotel. I’d fucked her right there in the shop’s bathroom, my hand over her mouth to muffle her screams.

Tate’s fingers threaded into my hair, tugging my gaze back to hers as she pleaded, “I want you to be rough.”

I knew exactly what she was asking for, and unable to deny my girl anything she wanted, my palm landed on her ass in a stinging smack. I did it again and again, spanking her hard enough to make her jolt and whimper. That did it. She dropped her head onto my shoulder as her pussy clamped down like a vice, crying out her release and riding me through my own.

Once we came back down, she lifted her head and smiled at me. “That what you needed, baby?”

This had become a kind of pre-show ritual for us since we left for the start of the tour all those months back. I’d whine and moan about having to go on stage with a hard-on, and she’d play hard to get for a few minutes but eventually cave and let me fuck her in a private dressing room to blow off steam before we had to go out and perform.

“You’re always what I need,” I muttered, twirling a lock of that soft, fiery hair around my index finger.

After two months, we were finally back in the States. Tonight, we’d blow out Madison Square Garden before working our way down the East Coast and across the country until we eventually made it back home. I couldn’t fucking wait. I was so ready for this tour to be over.

The house in Medina was just waiting, full of all of Tate’s stuff. Her folks had set it up for movers to pack up everything she owned and move it into my house—our house now—so it was there by the time we got back.

A harsh bang came at the dressing room door, shattering the perfect moment I was having with the love of my life. “Yo!” Garrett shouted. “Put your dick away and get your ass out here! We need Tate. I think Gina’s about to murder Kill.”

“For fuck’s sake,” I grumbled as Tate climbed off my lap. I stuffed my dick into my pants as she righted her clothes.

“I swear to god, I’m dealing with children,” she muttered as she finger-combed her hair. “This tour needs to hurry up and end or I’ll be the one murdering people.”

She wasn’t wrong about that. As far as the shows went, the tour had been a hit, one sold-out stadium after another all across the globe. The delay hadn’t done anything to deter our fans. But behind the scenes it had been a clusterfuck.

With Mace nearly drinking himself to death and ending up in a hospital in Prague, Lyla had officially had enough. She’d hopped a plane and come out to kick his ass straight. It hadn’t been easy to watch, and even harder for her to live, but she was determined not to lose anyone else in her life. And that asshole had acted like a petulant child the entire fucking time.

Killian and Gina were a different story altogether. I didn’t know what the hell was happening with them. I thought things between them would be less icy after I caught them going at it during an after party in Spain, but it had only gotten worse.

Those two were like oil and water and seemed to get off on pushing each other’s buttons. I wasn’t sure if they were still fucking or not, because when we were all together Gina acted like he didn’t exist, which only pissed him off that much more. He’d lash out, insulting and needling and picking up other chicks until they eventually blew up at each other, and one or all of us had to talk them out of killing one another.

“Only a few more weeks,” I said, moving into Tate and wrapping her in my arms. “Then we’ll be home.”

“Home,” she sighed, melting against me and giving me all her weight. “I can’t wait.”

“Me either. You’ve got no goddamn clue how happy I’ll be once you’re all moved in with me.”

“I think I have an idea.” She grinned up at me as she picked at the cotton of my T-shirt. “And I was thinking….”

“Yeah? About what?”

She began chewing on her bottom lip nervously. “How do you feel about a big outdoor wedding? Our backyard is massive. It’d easily hold everyone.”

My head jerked back in confusion. “You want to let Ian and Corrie get married in our backyard?”

“No.” She shook her head slowly. “She’s already got a venue in mind, and they aren’t getting married until next year.”

“Then—”

“I’ve always liked the idea of an outdoor wedding, right on the water. I was thinking evening, when the sun’s setting over the lake. We could set up white tents and string twinkle lights in the trees. It would magical.”

Every muscle in my body strung tight, and my blood thrummed as I held her in my arms. “Baby, are you saying what I really fucking hope to God you’re saying?”

The nervousness fled from her expression, and she looked up at me with a brilliant smile that spread warmth through my chest. “Well, I’m already yours. And you’re already mine. So, I figured we’d make it official. Declan, I want to marry you.”

“Fuck,” I hissed, dropping my forehead against hers. “This goddamn tour really needs to end.”

A giggle burst past her lips before she asked, “Does that mean you like the idea?”

“Yeah,” I grunted, emotion making my words thick. “I love the idea.” I began tugging at her clothes, suddenly desperate to have her again.

“Deck, honey, what are you doing? We need to get out there to stop World War III.”

“They’re adults. They can take care of themselves.” I lifted her skirt to her waist and started tugging her panties down her thighs.

“But we don’t have time!”

I stopped long enough to shoot her a serious look. “Then you shouldn’t have brought up marrying me.” I slowly started backing her toward the couch. “Technically, this is all your fault.”

Her face lit with unadulterated laughter, and the sight of it made me fall even more in love with her.

“My Crimson,” I whispered reverently.

She instantly stopped laughing and stared up at me in wonder. “My storm on the horizon.”

“We complete each other, baby.”

She nodded in agreement as she finished the lyric. “In every way.” Then added, “From now until forever.”