He makes his way to my belly button, licking around it before taking my dick into his mouth. He suckles on the tip before taking me deep, working up a rhythm that has me coming in two minutes.
Aliko crawls back up my body, kissing me again. “You love me.”
I laugh, breathless. “And you love me.”
He nods, burying his face against my neck.
“Let me take care of you,” I say, tapping his hip.
He shakes his head. “Later. Right now, I want to hold you.”
And he does, holding me like he doesn’t want to let go—like he’s never going to let go.
We spend the day in bed, only leaving to eat food, but we go right back. Cuddling. Fucking. Kissing. Sleeping. It’s perfect. The last full day we have in the house, and this is just the way to spend it.
The next morning, Aliko swims for hours, knowing he won’t have this opportunity for a while, not until after the tour, when we go back to California—where I agreed to live with him.
This is crazy, right? It really is.
But we still need to talk about something—and that’s telling everyone.
We have three shows left of this tour, all in Boston. We explored so many parts of Massachusetts while being here. It’s full of so much history and because it’s small, we were able to do a lot. Boston was a day trip. Salem was another. We went to P-town, which was an experience because there was some kind ofcelebration going on. I wish we had more time to spend there, because the people were amazing. Pride stuff everywhere.
Aliko took me out to dinner at a fancy restaurant in Boston that we both dressed up for. It’s hard to believe that this is my life now—being wined and dined by a famous monster rock star. Hard to believe I even enjoy things like this. It was never something I was into before, but being spoiled by Aliko is something I’ll never get enough of.
Now we’re back in his hotel room, lying together in bed, my body thoroughly sore from being fucked by him.
I love the way he can go from fucking me like an animal to cuddling me like a teddy bear.
“We need to talk to the crew,” I say. “And tell the guys.”
“Yeah,” he says. “After.”
I laugh. “I didn’t mean right now.” He grunts his acknowledgement. He’s falling asleep, and I should do the same. It’s late. “We need to talk to them before the tour ends, so we can figure out future plans.”
“We can tell them in the morning.”
“Do you…” I lick my lips. “Do you think I’ll lose my job?”
“No,” he says firmly. “I’ll make sure you don’t.”
“But what if—”
“No,” he says again, this time almost aggressively. “I will handle it. You will keep working for the band and you will staymydrum tech. I don’t want you working for anyone else. I don’t want you touching anyone else’s kit. You’re mine.”
I can’t help but smile as I settle into his arms, hugging him close.
And the next morning, we do tell the crew. We talk to the band manager and the crew manager. Aliko makes it very clear what he expects to happen, and no one questions him. No one says a damn word.
Just like that.
Just like that.
We haven’t said anything to the guys in the band yet. Aliko wants to wait until the tour is over. He doesn’t want them to think he’s distracted or anything, even though the other guys definitely have their own sort of relationship things going on, too. I mean, Kael has a kid? News to us.
Me telling Aliko that I accept him and that I love him doesn’t fix all of his problems. Those are things he needs to work on himself, and he’s still worried about being accepted by them. I can’t push him.
“So, that explains it,” Cody says after I’ve told him what’s been going on.
