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  When she stopped twitching around him, he moved up beside her for a kiss. A thin sheen of sweat covered her pregnant body, her legs still trembling. He intended to keep her trembling most of the night.

  His hand ran down and over her belly as he looked deep into her hazel eyes. “Do I have to be gentle or can I fuck you hard like I always do?” he asked, teasing her.

  She moaned and shivered. “You’re fine. Don’t be gentle,” she pleaded, reaching for the button on his jeans. “Please. Lance, I need you inside me.”

  There was no way he could resist that request, not after being without her for so long. He stood up off the bed and quickly shed his jeans and boxers. He knelt between her legs, probing her entrance with the tip of his erection. He reached up and touched her face. “I love you, Sam,” he whispered before thrusting deep inside her.

  She whimpered as he filled her, going as deep as he could. He moaned softly and buried his face in her neck, breathing in the clean scent of her shampoo. “Fuck, Sam, I missed you,” he murmured.

  She ran her hands across his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his waist, taking him even deeper. “I missed you too,” she whispered, wiggling her hips beneath him.

  He gasped at her movement. “I’m not going to last very long and moving like that doesn’t help,” he said, propping himself up on his forearms on top of her. He felt her belly press against his. It wouldn’t be too much longer and she’d have to be on top or he’d have to take her from behind. Not that he was complaining.

  “Fuck me,” she begged firmly, her eyes on his.

  He made a sound deep in his throat and slid almost all the way out of her before slamming back in. He continued, his movements getting faster. She met each thrust with a gasp, her nails dragging down his back. He tilted his hips so her clit was grinding on his pubic bone and by her panting he knew she was getting close.

  He leaned down to kiss her, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. He kissed her like his life depending on it, still slamming in and out of her. He slid his hands under her ass and cupped it, digging his nails into the flesh. He wanted to get as deep as he could inside her.

  Her whimpers turned to moans as her orgasm approached. His own climax was building deep in the base of his balls. He tore his mouth away from hers. “Come with me, baby,” he whispered breathlessly.

  Sam nodded beneath him as he took her hand, entwining his fingers with hers and pinning it above her head. “Now,” she cried out, her body arching beneath him. She started to pulse and twitch all around him and he roared out her name as he released the tension that had been building since the day he left for this tour.

  She milked him with her warm wet walls for what seemed like forever, getting every last drop of cum from him. Wow. He hadn’t come like that since he and Sam had first had sex.

  He didn’t want to collapse on top of her for fear of hurting her or the baby, so he rolled off of her with a moan and pulled her along with him. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kissed her temple. “Holy shit, baby,” he whispered.

  She took a deep breath. “Yeah.”

  “Maybe I should go away more often,” he teased, sliding a hand up her thigh.

  She glared up at him. “No, not ever again. You aren’t leaving me like this ever again. I decided that tonight.”

  He laughed softly. “You did, huh? Well, I actually kinda decided the same thing tonight. I missed you guys so much and I belong with you and Emma and the baby.” He touched her belly. “After being away from you all those years, being away from you now is pure torture.”

  Sam snuggled up against his side, kissing his chest softly. “So glad you agree.”

  “Yep. After this trip, no more tours. And if they insist, then you guys are coming. No if, ands, or buts about it,” he said firmly. He belonged here at home with his family and if the rest of the band or their management didn’t agree, that would just be too bad. He was getting too old for the touring shit anyway.

  He looked down at Sam noticed that her eyes were getting heavy. He knew she was exhausted. Between Emma, her writing, her pregnancy, and the stress of his mother being sick, she had more than she could handle. He felt terrible about leaving her all with it.

  “Go to sleep, Sam,” he whispered against her. He didn’t really plan to sleep tonight. His mom was on his mind and he really just wanted to watch Sam sleep. Nothing like leaving for a while to realize just what you have at home. He wasn’t going to miss a minute of it.

  ***

  He sat up in bed, his body covered with sweat. He looked around the room, but it took him a minute to realize he was home in his own bed and not on the tour bus. He ran his hands through his hair. He’d just had the worst dream. He dreamt that he had been wandering some city streets, looking for Sam and Emma. He shuddered. Thank goodness that was just a dream.

  He reached for Sam and his heart started pounding when he realized she wasn’t there. He looked at the clock next to the bed. It was about two AM. Where was she? He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and grabbed his jeans. He slipped them on, but left them unbuttoned. He left the bedroom, looking for Sam.

  His first stop was Emma’s room. Relief flooded his chest when he saw her sitting on the chair, rocking Emma. She looked up and smiled when she saw him. He smiled back, suddenly feeling silly about his panic attack.

  “I’ll be right there, she’s almost asleep,” she whispered over Emma’s back as she rubbed it gently.

  He nodded and went back to their bedroom. He wasn’t sure what triggered that whole thing. Maybe it was the fear he had now of losing his mother. He shook his head. It was a silly dream. Everyone was here safe and sound under one roof.

  When he got back to the bedroom, he slipped his jeans off and went back to bed. Since they were both awake, maybe he would go down on Sam again. He grinned; he had a lot of time to make up for and wouldn’t be back again for six weeks, so he had to get as much in as he could these next few days.

  He grabbed his phone and checked his messages while he waited for Sam. He had a couple of missed calls from Jason and from their manager. They’d each left a couple of voice mails too. He set the phone back down without listening to them. He couldn’t call them back right now anyway.

  Sam came back to their bedroom with a sheepish grin on her face. She was wearing her silk robe that he’d gotten her in Vegas and all he could think about was tying her up with the sash.

  “Sorry, I think Emma had a nightmare. She woke up screaming.”

  “I’m sorry I didn’t hear it. I must have been wiped out. You know I don’t sleep well on those buses, especially without you by my side,” he said reaching out for her as she slipped out of the robe and climbed back into bed.

  “It’s ok. I don’t sleep so well either. I’m starting to get really uncomfortable and I still have twenty weeks to go,” she moaned.

  “I’m sorry, baby,” he said, pulling her into his arms.

  “I know, such is the life of a pregnant woman, I guess,” she sighed. “Since we are both awake, why don’t we talk more about your mom.”

  Lance shook his head. “I don’t want to, Sam. Not tonight. Tonight is about you and me.”

  “Are you sure?” she asked.

  He nodded. He didn’t want to even think about his mom tonight. He would face that all tomorrow. Tonight he needed to get lost in Sam. “Right now it’s just us. Tomorrow we can face all those other problems.”

  She straddled his lap and his semi-hard cock stirred. He loved to watch her on top of him when they had sex. She ran her hands over his chest, scratching her nails lightly, stopping to tease his nipples a little bit. He bit his lip and fought back a moan.

  “Ok, tonight is just us,” she said softly, circling her hips on him so he could feel the wetness between her legs. “But tomorrow, we have to talk about it all. Deal?”

  “Deal,” he replied with a nod, distracted by her naked body on him. It wasn’t going to be hard to forget about anything but his sexy wife ri
ding him. All the other bullshit could wait until morning.

  Chapter Ten

  Sam woke up early like usual. She slept for shit while she was pregnant. She stretched and smiled when she felt sore in all the right places. Her body had missed him just as much as her mind and heart had.

  Lance was still sleeping. She didn’t want to disturb him; she knew how exhausted he was from touring, so she managed to slip out of bed without waking him. She took a quick shower and threw on some yoga pants and a t-shirt before heading downstairs for some coffee and early morning writing.

  As she wrote in the peace and quiet of the house, she was content, feeling more peaceful than she had in awhile. Sure, they had the bad news of Lance’s mom’s cancer to deal with, but for the first time in weeks, they were all together again. This is the way it was meant to be.

  She managed to write a full chapter before she heard him come down the stairs. He was wearing only jeans and was barefoot. Yum, he was sexy. She could see his tattoos, including the one that had her initials in it that he got after they were married in Vegas. On his other arm was Emma’s name and birthdate. She had half a mind to turn him around and head up back to bed before their daughter woke up.

  He smiled when he saw her sitting at the kitchen island with her laptop. He came up behind her and kissed the spot on the neck that made her knees weak. “Good morning, baby,” he whispered in her ear.

  “Good morning,” she smiled. She sure had missed waking up with him every day.

  He walked over to the coffee machine and poured himself a cup. “What ya writing?” he asked, peering at her over the edge of his mug before he took a drink.

  She looked down at her laptop, the string of dirty thoughts interrupted by his question. “Oh nothing. Just another novel in my romance series,” she shrugged.

  “Cool. I can’t wait to read it,” he replied with a wink. He came next to her at the island and sat on the stool next to her.

  “How did you sleep?” she asked.

  “So much fucking better than on that damn bus, that’s for sure,” he replied.

  She laughed. “I bet. I loved touring with you, but sleeping on that bus sucked most of the time.”

  “I know. I’m too old for this shit,” he admitted, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Speaking of the band, I have a billion messages from Jason and our manager. I better listen to them.”

  She nodded and got up. He smacked her ass with a grin, causing her to squeal before she grabbed her coffee cup and headed to the sink. She’d missed his little touches. He was so good at making her feel sexy and desired all the time by just the simplest gesture.

  “Fuck!” he exclaimed, tossing his phone on the island. “Motherfucker!”

  Uh oh. That didn’t sound good. She turned around. Lance’s face was red and she knew that look. Although she’d never seen it directed at her and not even all that often, it was a look of rage. What did Jason and his manager want that made him so upset? She knew about the record label wanting them to redo some songs, but she hadn’t heard about that in weeks, so she thought it had blown over. Maybe not.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked, walking over to him and putting a hand on his back.

  “Fuckers want me to fly out to LA today so we can redo those few songs. In fact, they pretty much insist. If I don’t, I’m out,” he sputtered.

  Sam felt her heart drop. He hadn’t even been home a full twenty-four hours. They had to talk about his mom and tomorrow they had the ultrasound appointment to find out the sex of the baby. He couldn’t leave already.

  She swallowed hard and fought back tears. “Are you sure? Maybe you should call Jason first before you jump to conclusions,” she said, trying to stay calm.

  “Oh, I’m going to,” he mumbled, getting up from the stool. “It won’t be pretty.”

  “Lance,” she said, stopping when she heard the sound of Emma awake and calling for her over the baby monitor. She sighed. “I have to go get Emma. Be nice and listen before you say something you’ll regret.”

  He held the phone up to his ear and rolled his eyes as she kissed his cheek. Emma’s calls got louder, so she quickened her steps to her bedroom. She bit her lip, trying to swallow her emotions before getting her daughter. She didn’t want to upset her. Hopefully Lance misunderstood their messages and all would be ok with the world when she went back to the kitchen.

  She got Emma up, changed her diaper, and dressed her before going back to Lance. She thought she heard some yelling and a few swear words and she was almost afraid of what she might find out when she talked to him. He just couldn’t have to leave already.

  As she approached the kitchen with Emma in her arms, she noticed him leaning against the counter, his arms crossed over his naked chest. She could tell by the turned down corners of his mouth that he didn’t have good news for her.

  He took Emma from her as soon as she walked in. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and looked over to Sam. “Baby,” he whispered. She had to fight back a sob. The tone of his voice said it all.

  “You have to go, don’t you?” she asked, trying to keep her composure in front of Emma.

  He nuzzled Emma’s cheek and kissed it again before nodding. “Yes,” he murmured.

  Her knees suddenly felt weak. She hadn’t counted on having to say goodbye to her husband already. And he wouldn’t be there for the ultrasound. She wanted to throw something and scream, but took a deep breath.

  “Ok, well, it’s just a couple of weeks then until you’re home, right?” she asked, trying to focus on the positive.

  He sat down next to her. “Maybe. They want to extend our tour.”

  “What?” she asked, standing up from her stool. “Are you serious?”

  He nodded. “I wish I wasn’t. I’m still fighting that one, but it doesn’t look good.” He set Emma down, letting her run to the corner where she had some toys. “I’m sorry, baby.”

  A tear escaped, rolling down her cheek. He groaned and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. Neither of them said anything. They didn’t have to. They both were upset beyond words that he had to leave so soon and that he might possibly be gone even longer than planned.

  “This sucks,” she muttered, her words muffled by his shirt.

  “Big time,” he replied, kissing the top of her head.

  “When do you have to go?” she asked, no really wanting to hear his answer.

  “They have a flight for me in about ninety minutes. I have to leave like right now,” he said, squeezing her tighter against him.

  She slumped in his arms. She wasn’t expecting him to have to go quite so soon. A sob tore from her throat. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, but she couldn’t hold it in anymore. She was devastated that he had to leave so soon and she no longer cared about hiding it. She was tired of being strong.

  He held her while she cried. When she finally stopped, she looked up at him and noticed the tears rolling down his cheeks. This wasn’t any easier on him than it was on her.

  “Baby, I have to go,” he murmured, his voice broken with emotion.

  She hugged him one last time, unable to say anything else. She let go and turned her attention to Emma, getting her a glass of milk while Lance went upstairs to get his bags.

  She sat on a chair near their daughter while she played, thinking about the last twenty-four hours. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been on such an emotional roller coaster. It was no fun and she wanted off.

  Lance soon came back to the kitchen. “I called a cab so you wouldn’t have to drive me to the airport. I figured this was hard enough,” he said, pulling up a chair next to her.

  “Thank you,” she replied softly. She wasn’t sure what else to say to him. She hadn’t been prepared to say goodbye so soon.

  He took her hand in both of his. “I’m sorry I’ll miss the appointment tomorrow. Call me right after and let me know, ok?” he asked, his fingers playing with hers.

  She nodded, swallowing the lump in her thro
at. She wouldn’t cry again, not with Emma here.

  “I love you, Sam,” he whispered, pulling her into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

  They sat silently like that until they heard the honk from the cab in the driveway. She stood up and walked to the door while Lance said goodbye to Emma. She just couldn’t watch that or she might lose her composure again. Lance soon followed her.

  “Call your mom,” she reminded, reaching up to touch his face. “You two work out the doctor thing. Let me know what I need to do, ok?”

  He nodded. “Ok.”

  “And try not to be too hard on Jason. Without his level-headedness, who knows where you’d be,” she said, stroking his hair from his forehead.

  “And I love you too. As much as it sucks that you’re leaving, we have a lifetime together, Lance. This is just a drop in the bucket,” she said softly trying to smile. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince him or her that the time would go quickly.

  He gave her that sexy lopsided grin that made her fall in love with him all those years ago. “What would I do without you, Sam?” he asked.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on tiptoe to kiss him softly. “Well, thankfully you won’t have to find out.”

  He reached down and squeezed her ass. “Fuck, I wish I’d had more time with that sexy body of yours,” he said, kissing her neck.

  She sighed and leaned her head to the side. “Me too.”

  The horn sounded again. “You better go before he leaves.”

  He nodded and let her go. “I will,” he said, bending down to grab his bag. “I’ll call you tonight.” He leaned down and kissed her again.

  “Goodbye, Lance,” she whispered softly.

  “Goodbye, Sam,” he replied before opened the door and heading out to the waiting cab.

  She closed the door and leaned against it, fighting the sob threatening to escape. She buried her face in her hands. The next few weeks were going to be rough. They made it this far; she was confident a little more time apart wouldn’t break them.