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  He shuddered as her nails dragged across his shoulders and down his back. Her head fell back on the pillow when their kiss ended, his lips blazing a trail down her neck, sucking and biting as he went. “Yes, baby, mark me, make me yours,” she moaned beneath him, overcome with passion as he moved faster.

  “Sam, you are mine, always,” he whispered gruffly before reaching down to cup her ass, his nails digging into her. He held her tight, his movements quickening. Flames of desire coursed through her veins while his pubic bone was grinding on her clit. Her orgasm was building and she clutched the sheets on the bed beneath her.

  “Come with me, Sam,” he murmured into her neck. He grazed her sensitive spot there with his teeth. “I want to feel you come all over me.”

  He bent down to run his tongue over a taunt nipple, sucking it into his mouth. He sucked gently as he continued to fuck her. He took the sensitive flesh between his teeth. “Lance, I’m going to come,” she panted. “Now!”

  Her body tensed and she cried out his name. He swallowed her cries with his mouth, kissing her as he thrust deeper and emptied inside her, trembling with his orgasm.

  She was breathless when their kiss ended. “Wow, Lance,” she whispered. “That was intense.”

  He nodded, his face buried in her neck. He lifted his head to look at her, his eyes filled with tears.

  She reached up to touch his face. “Why are you crying?” she asked a concerned look on her face.

  He propped himself up on his elbows. “I love you so much--you and Emma. You guys are my whole world.”

  “Oh baby,” she ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him down for a kiss. “I love you too.”

  Lance’s phone went off and he moaned. “That’s Jason. That’s my cue to leave soon. He said he would text me to make sure I was up.”

  Samantha laughed. “He didn’t trust you to be on time, huh?” Jason was Lance’s best friend and the drummer in the Forbidden Gods. He was married with four kids and lived not far from Lance and Sam.

  He rolled off of her. “Nope. He knows I hate getting up and that I have an even harder time leaving you.” He leaned down and kissed her belly. “You are so fucking sexy knocked up with my baby,” he teased with a wicked grin.

  She rolled her eyes. “That’s nice, way to be classy.” She laughed and threw a pillow at him.

  He grinned, catching the pillow and throwing it back on the bed. He got up and she couldn’t help but admire his body as he slipped into his jeans. Her nipples got tight with desire. She was tempted to drag his sexy ass back to bed, but he had to get going.

  “I’m serious,” he said, walking around to throw a few last minute things into his bag he’d packed the night before. “It must be a man thing, but knowing I’ve gotten you pregnant is an incredible turn on for me.”

  He zipped up his bag and headed for the bathroom. He paused at the door, turning to look at her. “Wanna join me in the shower?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “I can wash your back.”

  She shook her head. “It’s tempting, but I have a feeling you are going to do more than wash my back and then you’ll be late. Then Jason will be mad at you.” She rolled out of bed and grabbed her robe. “I’ll go make some coffee.”

  “Sounds good. I’ll be down in a few,” he said, kissing her lips before getting into the shower.

  He closed the bathroom door and she finished tying her robe as she walked out to the kitchen. She turned on the coffee machine and grabbed her iPad from the charger. She checked her email while she waited for the coffee to brew, but she wasn’t really reading it. She was too distracted by the thought of him leaving in just a little bit. She chewed on her lower lip. Something suddenly felt off about him being gone; she couldn’t seem to shake it.

  The coffee finished brewing and she shook her head. It would be fine. They would talk and video chat and they’d be back together before she knew it. She put the iPad down and poured them each a cup of coffee. She took a sip when she heard a soft knock at the front door. Jason was there already.

  She set her coffee down to go answer the door. Lance walked into the kitchen wearing his favorite worn jeans and a gray t-shirt, his hair damp from his shower. Her heart swelled in her chest, overcome with love for him. “Jason’s here,” she murmured softly.

  “I know,” he groaned, coming over to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tight against him. “Fuck, Sam, I’m going to miss you.”

  She looked up at him, about to say something about the bad feeling she had in her gut when there was another knock on the door. This time it was a little louder. “You better go. Jason’s going to get mad.”

  He sighed, his hands moving down to grab her ass and pull her tighter. “Who the fuck cares? I’m going to say goodbye to my wife.” He leaned down and kissed her softly, slowly at first. The kiss deepened, his tongue dancing with hers. Her arms snaked around his neck, pressing her body against him.

  There was another knock on the door. He pulled away in frustration. “Fuck Sam, I want to take you upstairs and fuck you again. I want to stay buried deep inside you all day and never leave.”

  She laughed and pulled away, walking to the door. “As much as I’d love that, I don’t think we even could. What would Emma do all day?”

  She opened the door and fought back a laugh as she saw Jason standing there, his eyebrows furrowed and his arms crossed. “Hey, Jason. He’s all ready to go.”

  His face brightened a little bit. “Hey, Samantha. How are you? How ya feeling?”

  “I’m good. Tired, but that’ll happen,” she sighed as Lance came up behind her carrying his suitcase.

  “Good. Lisa said you should call her if you need anything.” Jason’s wife, Lisa, was a good friend of Samantha’s. She had feeling they would be talking a lot in the next few months while their men were on the road together.

  “I’m ready to go, man,” Lance said. He bent down to give her one more kiss. “I’ll talk to you later?” he asked.

  She nodded. “For sure. Travel safe. I love you, Lance.”

  “I love you, Sam,” he mumbled before walking out the door with Jason. She watched him put his suitcase in the trunk of the car and get in. He gave her a wave and blew her a kiss before they drove off.

  The car was out of sight before she finally closed the door with a heavy sigh. She sure hoped these three months went by fast. Between her new book, her tour, and Emma, she had a feeling they would and that was good, because the sooner they were back together, the better.

  Chapter Three

  “Lance, we have a problem,” Jason said, sitting down across from Lance in his dressing room. They were about to go on stage in about twenty minutes. They’d been on tour for about four weeks now and things had been going great other than missing Samantha and Emma.

  “What’s up?” he asked, putting his phone down. He was just about to call Samantha. He always called her before a show, after a show, before he went to sleep, and when he woke up--pretty much whenever he could. Talking to her so often had helped make being apart a little more bearable.

  Jason sighed and ran his hand through his shoulder-length black hair. While Lance usually dressed in jeans or leather pants and a simple t-shirt, Jason usually wore some funky shorts and crazy t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off. He was known to play his drums during a show without his shirt on most of the time. Sometimes he even liked to play with his back to the audience. He claimed it put on a better show for the fans.

  “Our manager called. All of a sudden, the record label guys don’t like a few of the songs on the new album. They want us to postpone the release, and after the tour is over, go to LA to redo them,” he said quickly in one breath, bracing himself for Lance’s reaction.

  “What?” Lance asked him. Surely he’d heard him wrong. They’d worked their asses off on their latest album and were thrilled about it. They’d grown as artists and it was like nothing they’d ever done before.

  “The record label guys want us to red
o a few songs,” he repeated, nervously twirling a drumstick between his fingers.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” Lance sat forward in his chair disgusted, putting his elbows on his knees.

  Jason shook his head. “I wish I was.”

  “What do the other guys say?” He asked.

  “They say it’s up to us,” Jason shrugged. The Forbidden Gods also had a lead singer and a bassist, but the bandleaders were really Lance and Jason. They’d started the band long ago when they were kids and the other two guys left a lot of the business decisions up to them.

  “Fuck,” Lance exclaimed, getting up from his chair. He started pacing the room. “What about our fans? And the money we lose by not releasing during the tour?”

  “I know, man,” Jason said. “But they said if we don’t, they might drop us. Our manager strongly suggested we at least go talk to them.”

  “I thought they liked it all? They did when we left LA months ago,” he stopped pacing and scrubbed his face with his hand.

  “They did. Someone higher up must have heard something they didn’t like. They won’t even tell me what needs to be fixed. Something about it not being ‘mainstream’ enough or something,” Jason muttered.

  Lance sighed. “What if we don’t do it?” He wasn’t in this business to make suits happy. He was in it to play the music he loved. The money and fame had just been an added bonus.

  Jason stood up and shrugged. “I’m not sure. We lose our label? They don’t release our album?” He checked the clock. “It’s time for our show. Good thing we’ve been limiting the amount of new releases we’ve been playing at shows.” He headed for the door. “Coming?” He asked Lance.

  He nodded. “In a minute. I have to call Sam,” he said, sitting back down and grabbing his phone.

  Jason rolled his eyes and snorted. “You two are terrible. Don’t be too long, it’s almost time to go on.”

  “I won’t. I just want to say hi really quick. It’s become sort of a pre-show ritual,” he admitted sheepishly, hitting the button to dial Sam. She picked up on the first ring.

  “Hey you,” she murmured softly. Lance suddenly forgot about the bad news Jason had just delivered. Sam, Emma, and the baby were all that really mattered anyway.

  “Hi baby,” he smiled. It was always good to hear her voice. “How are my girls?”

  “We’re good. Emma’s asleep though. She’ll be sad she didn’t get to talk to you.”

  “Bummer. I can’t talk long anyway. I gotta get on stage. I just wanted to say hi,” he said. He wasn’t going to tell her about possibly having to redo some of the album. She wasn’t a big fan of being in LA, especially since she was pregnant. She liked her doctor in Wisconsin and he didn’t want to upset her for possibly no reason.

  “I’m glad you called. I’m writing like a mad woman. The fans are pushing for my next book,” she paused. “And then… my publisher wants our story.”

  “What do you mean?” he asked.

  “She wants me to write about us--about our past, how we got back together, all that,” she said quickly. He could tell by the tone in her voice she was excited about the idea.

  “Like fiction based on our life?”

  “No, real life, like a memoir. She wants me to write about your band too. It could be good publicity for you guys too.”

  “Sounds cool.” He heard a knock on the door. “Listen, I gotta get going. I’ll talk to you later? Maybe we can even Skype? I need to see you.”

  “Sure, sounds fun,” she said. “I’ll wait up.”

  He pictured her lying naked in their bedroom and his cock twitched. Man he missed her. “Alright, can’t wait. I love you, Sam.”

  “I love you too. Have a good show.”

  He hung up the phone and stood up. Usually talking to her before a show energized him, but tonight his heart was heavy from missing her and Emma. Maybe he could take a quick plane right home for a day to see them. He needed his girls.

  ***

  Despite his being in a bad mood, Lance managed to have an excellent show. Music had always been an escape for him, almost a form of therapy, and tonight was no exception. Even with the possibility of having to re-record some of their album and missing his family, he got lost in the music and had another stellar show.

  Back on the tour bus he took a shower and settled into his bed with the laptop. He couldn’t wait to see Sam on camera. Maybe she’d dressed sexy for him or would she just be naked? He didn’t care; he was dying to see her. She’d mentioned the other day that in the past week her belly had popped out more and he couldn’t wait to see.

  He checked his phone but didn’t have a message from her. He sent her a quick text to let her know he’d be available now. He waited, but never received a response back. He opened up Skype and noticed she wasn’t even logged on.

  He was filled with disappointment and was even a bit worried. She must’ve fallen asleep. He knew it was late. With her working so hard on her books, taking care of Emma alone, and the pregnancy, she was probably exhausted.

  He shut his laptop with a frustrated sigh. He loved music and was thankful for his success, but for the first time in his life, he wasn’t thrilled with his career choice. It hadn’t mattered before because he didn’t have a family. Now that he did, he realized that touring without them sucked. He made a mental note to apologize to Jason later for pushing him to tour so much when he his kids were little.

  It was late but he was too wound up to sleep now. He was disappointed he didn’t get a chance to talk to Sam. He got out of bed and slipped on his jeans before going to grab a water bottle from the fridge.

  He opened a door and heard some mumbling coming from the direction of the couch. He shook his head. One of the guys must have a girl on the bus. He did not miss those days at all.

  “Lance!” His bassist Rick called him over. “Come here. Someone wants to say hi. She claims she knows you.”

  Lance rolled his eyes. He’d heard that before from other girls who wanted to get backstage to the band. He’d had his fair share of sex with groupies before Samantha came back into his life, so he knew how they were; they all claimed to ‘know somebody’ in order to get backstage.

  “Oh yeah, I doubt it,” he said, walking towards Rick and the girl who were on the couch of the bus. Normally he wouldn’t play along, but he was bored. Let’s see what crazy groupie claimed to know him.

  “Hello Lance,” the girl smiled and Lance’s jaw dropped when he realized who was sitting there on his band’s tour bus. It was Nicole! He hadn’t seen her since he was eighteen. What the fuck was she doing here?

  “Nicole,” he nodded, ready to turn around and head back to his bunk.

  “So you really do know him?” Rick asked, shocked. He looked back and forth from the bleached out blonde on his lap back to Lance.

  “Yes, I told you,” Nicole pointed out, wrapping an arm around Rick’s neck and pulling him closer. Lance thought he was going to throw up.

  “What are you doing here, Nicole?” Lance asked as he opened the fridge and took a bottle of water from the shelf. He glanced at the beer for a second. Man did that sound good, especially after seeing that bitch. He promised Sam he wouldn’t drink on the road. He used to party hard while on tour and those days were done.

  “I came to see your show. I managed to get backstage and then I met Rick,” she said sweetly. “He was nice enough to invite me back here on the bus.” Lance couldn’t help but roll his eyes. She was just as skanky as she’d been back in high school.

  “Rick, no offense dude, but make sure you double bag it before touching that one, ok?” he warned and turned to go back to bed. He stopped at the fridge and got a bottle of beer. Fuck it, but after running into this blast from his past, he needed something stronger than water. One won’t hurt.

  “Asshole,” he heard Nicole mumble as he shut the door. He had a bad feeling about her appearance at their show. She managed to get on their bus and that couldn’t be good. What did she have up her sle
eve? He hadn’t seen her in forever and if she was like he remembered, she had an ulterior motive for being here.

  He grabbed his phone again, checking to see if he missed a message or call from Samantha. He needed to hear her voice even more now than earlier. Nothing. He thought about calling her but he didn’t want to wake her.

  He heard a moan and a giggle coming from Rick and Nicole and almost gagged. He was going to have to chat with Rick tomorrow morning. No man should be desperate enough to touch that woman. Rick needed to get as far away from her as he could. Hopefully he could get to him before she managed to get her claws in too deep.

  He opened the beer and took a long drink. It tasted so good. He hadn’t had one in years and he forgot how much he loved a cold beer.

  He slipped his ear buds in and turned on some music. The sounds of Skid Row’s “I Remember You” filled his ears. It had been his and Samantha’s song since back when they were teenagers. He usually fell asleep to it at night since he’d been on the road.

  He rolled to his side, hugging a pillow to his chest. It was a poor substitute for Samantha, but it was going to have to do until he was home.

  Chapter Four

  Sam pulled into her mother-in-law’s driveway and shifted the car in park. With Lance out of town, she’d promised him she would check on his mom. Samantha didn’t mind though; she thought of Lance’s mom, Renee, as her mom too. She’d always liked her, even when they were kids.

  She got Emma out of the car with a groan. It was getting harder and harder to carry Emma around with her growing belly. She missed having Lance’s help. As soon as she set Emma down on the driveway, she went running to the front door. Grandma Renee spoiled her like crazy and Emma was the light of Renee’s life.

  Renee opened the door before Samantha even had a chance to knock. “Hey there!” she greeted them, bending down to pick up Emma. Sam thought she noticed her wince slightly, but she wasn’t sure, so she didn’t say anything. “How’s my girl?” she asked Emma, giving her a kiss on the cheek.