A Love Song for Always - Piper Lawson Page 0,50
least once a month.
“Until then, can I at least get one of your tour shirts?”
My gut clenches at the soft purr in her voice. “I’ll give you one when we get back to our villa. But the second you put it on, you know I’m going to fuck you in it.”
“It doesn’t seem weird at all that you’re turned on by the idea of me wearing your face?” Annie cocks her head.
“It’s so weird.” I grin as I hold up our palms, lacing my fingers through hers. “But you’re stuck with me now. All my weird is coming out.”
She laughs, and I swear I could live on that sound.
When I go on this tour, we’ll be in a good place. And I hope she’s pregnant. I want kids with her because I know she’ll be a great mom. She looks out for those who aren’t as strong as she is, she has a voice and knows how to use it, she admits when she’s wrong, and most of all—she loves as if it’s the only thing worth doing.
Maybe it is.
Epilogue
Two months later
I finish my show and head backstage after the second curtain call, breathless and exhausted at once.
Hands catch me in the wings, dragging me against a hard body. I struggle on instinct, flailing with my elbows, until his familiar scent invades my senses.
“Hey, gorgeous.”
I suck in a breath. “Tyler.”
He’s here.
His grip loosens enough I can spin to face him and peer up into his face, shadowed in the backstage lights.
God, he’s gorgeous. Wearing a black leather jacket over jeans, dark shadow on his face as if he hasn’t had a chance to shave. He’s a fantasy even before I spot the ring on his tattooed hand.
A wave of joy and possessiveness washes over me.
“I was supposed to come to you next weekend,” I murmur.
His slow grin is sexy as hell. “I stole a couple of nights off to check on my wife.”
My heart swells, my chest aching. “Thank you. But I don’t need checking up on.”
“No?”
“I’m very capable.”
“I know that. But a very capable woman has needs her husband can help her with.”
My finger taps my lips as I pretend to consider. “I’m not so sure. You might have outlived your usefulness.”
“Oh really? I’ll get on that jet back to Sweden, then—”
I grab his belt loop, laughing, and he turns back.
“I have to tell you something.”
A few other cast members brush past us, waving at Tyler and exchanging warm greetings.
I wait for them to pass before lowering my voice, taking his jacket in my hands. “I’ve decided to wrap up the show in three more months. I haven’t told the entire cast, but I’ve worked it out with the producers. I’ll be showing…”
Tyler’s face slackens, his gaze dropping to my stomach under the costume. “You’re pregnant.”
I bite my lip, nodding. I took the test a few weeks ago but wanted to wait to see that things were okay and to tell him in person.
His eyes darken, thick lashes blinking. The emotion scrolling across his handsome face is everything.
Then he crushes his mouth to mine. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.”
“I wanted to tell you in person.”
“Oh, so you’re allowed to say that,” he teases, reminding me of the day I arrived in LA before our wedding to a roomful of lawyers. “Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?”
I shake my head. “Too early. But since you’re here, I’ll move my appointment. They should be able to give us a due date.”
His grin splits his handsome face.
We head to my changeroom, and he pins me up against the wall.
“It seems ineffective to want to fuck your wife after you learn she’s pregnant,” I breathe.
Tyler’s chocolate eyes warm me everywhere. “This time’s for us.”
The Wedding Night
Rae
Nothing this beautiful is real.
The beach, the music, the torches.
My friends deserve every happiness they found today, but I can’t focus on it.
“I’ve never seen a firework display like that,” Elle says from her spot perched on a stool next to me at the bar.
“Just wait.” I cut a look across the dozen guests remaining since we saw the bride and groom off half an hour ago. They include Jax, now that Haley’s taken the kids back to the villa to sleep, Beck, Annie’s friend Pen, and the artists from Wicked.
Plus the man I’m here to see.
He’s talking with Beck twenty feet away—or being talked to is more like it. Harrison King is tall and broad and fills out his suit in