I pull Bailey out of Cherry’s arms on the pretense of making sure her little headphones are tight against her head. I always calm down when I’m holding Bailey. I guess because she reminds me that all of this could go in the shitter and I’d still be the luckiest man in the world. Who is doing it like me? No one. I have my best girl, Cherry, looking like a one of a kind deluxe dessert that you can only buy in the restaurant whose menu doesn’t have prices, standing two feet away from me. Above us a crowd of fifty thousand fans are rocking out to an indie metal musician who is opening for us. Me! A shithead from Shindale with a GED has fans, an opening band, a number one album, a Grammy nom. It’s too much.
But I paid for some of that good fortune. For over year, I was without Cherry. I missed the pregnancy, the first kick, the first smile, the first time Bailey lifted her head, the first time she rolled over. I missed it all because I was an ass. This whole thing could fall apart in a second. A chill rolls down my spine and the cheers are suddenly muffled. I need Cherry.
I walk over to Benjy and shove Bailey into his arms. I have my hand around Cherry’s wrist and am at the door in the next second.
“Wait a minute,” squawks Kate, our manager. We fired Hal—after I decked him. He turned out to be a huge dick because instead of taking the punch, he pressed charges and I had to sit in jail for forty-eight hours, miss a show and pay a fine. If I ever see him again, I’m going to hit him twice to make my time in jail worth it.
“You’ve got to be on stage in fifteen minutes. Whatever you’re off to do can wait,” Kate says.
“Fifteen is fine.”
I push Cherry out the door before she comes to her senses. Down the hall is the private artist bathroom—the one where the other artists snort coke and pop pills. I spin her around so her back’s against the door and drop to my knees.
“Babe, do you really think this is a good idea?”
I’m not paying attention to any caution flags. My hands are up her short skirt, pulling her panties down to her ankles and then lifting her canvas tennis shoes out of the cotton. “Better hold on,” I tell her before diving in.
Her cunt tastes amazing. I wish I could bottle this and—nah, I want to drink from the source. My lips should be at this fucking tap every hour of every day. What a life that would be. I’d take a break to eat a steak and play with Bailey, but otherwise, I’d just be between her legs because her pussy is like the Garden of Eden, all pleasure and sweetness.
Ride me, baby. Fuck my face with your pussy, I silently tell her as I tongue the lyrics to my song Hard Candy against her cunt. Put that sweet hard candy on my tongue / Let it melt like ice in the summer sun / Touch that sweet hard candy with your tongue / we won’t tell anyone what you’ve done…
She shudders and pulls my hair, signaling it’s time for my cock in her hot sex. I rise, fumble with the zipper and then plunge into her. She moans.
“Like that, do you?” I grab a handful of tit and massage it with my hand. She’s riper since she had Bailey. She’s all curves and succulent flesh. I love it all.
“Yes. I need more.”
“More, huh?”
“You only have ten minutes.”
“It was fifteen.”
“You were on your knees for five.”
“A criminally short amount of time.” I reach under her ass and hitch her upward. “Hold on,” I warn. Then I pour all I’ve got into her. I pound into her, hard enough that the door shakes on its frame. Everyone on the other side probably knows what’s going on, but they knew the minute I grabbed Cherry’s hand because I can’t be around her and not want to be inside of her. “You’re going to get pregnant again,” I whisper harshly into her ear. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum, and you’re not wiping a drop of me off. You’re going to watch me up on that stage and while every woman in there screams my name, you’re going to feel my cum dripping down your thigh. Knowing I’ll only ever want you. No one else.”
Her pussy clenches, squeezing my cock so hard my toes curl in my boots. “You’re going to smell like me.” I shaft her harder. “Every roadie backstage will know not to even look in your direction because my scent is all over you.” She throws her head back. “Cream on my dick, baby. Come for me.”