“Yes, I will, but later I’ll take that pent up sexual aggression out on you.”
“Promises, promises.”
“Them’s fightin’ words woman,” he retorts.
I wink.
He nods. “You wait ‘til later,” he says, pointing a drumstick at me.
“Will you let me play with your stick?” I ask, running a finger along the one pointed at me.
“Baby, you can play with anything you want. Damian, do we have ten, fifteen minutes?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“Go on now. Play with your friends. You can play with me tonight.”
He points the drumstick again, then bites a fist, growling. He plants a kiss on my lips, dipping me back.
He growls again, setting me upright. And then he’s gone.
“Holy hotness,” Nicole declares.
I can only nod. Now I’m worked up, too. My little game backfired.
We make our way back to side-stage and I watch my husband and brothers entertain tens of thousands of screaming fans. I couldn’t be more proud.
When the show’s almost over, Shea looks at me smiling.
“What?” I ask.
“You haven’t freaked out once.”
My eyes widen in surprise when I realize she’s right. I had more of an issue being surrounded by security than I did walking through a crowd in the hallway. I guess walking downtown helped. Being bumped and shoved by strangers must have toughened me up more than I thought.
I laugh, happy, giddy, knowing I can do this with Xander—knowing Iwantto be a part of this with him.
“You’re going to do it, aren’t you?”
I nod.
“We have to go,” I tell her, pulling her hand.
“What? Where?”
“New York.”
“Rightnow?” she screeches, and Carter laughs.
I nod. “Now.”
“At least wait for Xan—”
“Here they come,” Carter cuts in.
Xander struts up after he throws his drumsticks out to the crowd. He’s all sweaty and smiling and shirtless and happy. All of that—and he’s mine.
“What’s going on?” he asks.
I laugh, still a bit high on happiness.
