Loving Luca

“I’m gonna switch things up a little tonight. This one is a cover, but my girl is here and this song reminds me of her.” He looked at me while addressing his adoring public and winked. He was so sexy, even with the sweat dripping down his face. He had on a button-up with sleeves rolled up, exposing his muscular forearms. He looked so irresistible, the good boy turned bad, a sort of rumpled mischievous schoolboy.

I smiled at him, thinking of all the times he had given me private shows growing up. I always knew he’d be here someday—it was just a matter of time. His voice was so soulful, and his heart was loving and pure. I guess I always knew that eventually I’d have to share him with the rest of the world. He’d come so far and achieved it all on talent alone. I felt an incredible amount of pride and simultaneously felt grateful to have had him in my life. The feeling was fleeting, and then I got swept up as the lyrics to the Jonas Brothers’ “Sucker” were sung back by the crowd. I laughed, knowing how much Luca hated this kind of music, but the audience went wild, dancing and singing along while Luca walked around the stage, completely owning his environment. The girls in the audience screamed and tried to grab him as he passed, but he dodged all their attempts and beelined toward me. He stuck out his arm, offering me his hand. I froze in the spotlight. In all of our years together, Luca had never pulled me onstage with him. I had absolutely no desire to be paraded around onstage, but Luca wouldn’t take no for an answer. He walked offstage and grabbed my hand. When his hand completely covered mine, a feeling of safety came over me. Luca winked and pulled me into the spotlight with him. I was so nervous, I wanted to run away, but Luca wouldn’t allow it. The crowd started cheering, and then someone from the crew brought out a chair, and Luca gestured for me to sit on it. I wasn’t used to ever being the center of attention, and there I was, forced into the limelight in front of tens of thousands of his adoring fans. I knew this was one of Luca’s metaphors, his way of telling me that no matter what, I would never be left in the corner. It was his way of showing me that I mattered more than any of it—the fame, the money, the accolades. Our relationship meant more to him than living the dream ever could.

Out of the blue, Luca started yanking off his shirt. I was mortified. I couldn’t understand why the fuck was he was giving me an impromptu table dance in the middle of his concert. He stood there naked from the waist up and grinned while my whole body flushed with the blush of embarrassment. When he finally turned around, arms flung out to the side, the crowd cheered in madness, and I started to cry. On Luca’s back, there was a beautiful tattooed portrait of a girl that took up most of his back. When I looked into her face, I realized I was staring back at myself. Luca had tattooed his entire back with my face. He’d branded himself completely with my image. The gesture was grandiose, nearly ridiculous, and very Luca. I covered my face with hands while Luca took the mic and began singing U2’s “All I Want Is You.”

Luca

The show was our best to date. The crowd was going wild. We were on point and hitting each number out of the park. The fact that Steph was there with me made it nearly perfect. After two encore numbers, I finally grabbed Steph and we headed back to the bus. I had no desire to do the backstage meet and greets that night. All I wanted was to get my girl naked and worship her like the goddess she was.

“Luca, shouldn’t you be out there? You’re the one they all came to see,” Steph said as she sat down.

“The best part of being a rock star is that you get to call the shots and do whatever the fuck you want. I want to be here with you, inside you.”

Her skin always flushed pink whenever I talked dirty to her. I loved watching her blush. It was so fucking sexy. I really just wanted to rip her damn clothing off rand take her right there. Claim her like an animal and make sure everyone knew once and for all that she was mine. Steph still made me crazy with need and desire. I wanted to show her just how much she was on my mind, how I desired no other woman, groupies be damned,