covered my mouth with his again. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up, running my hands over the ridges of his stomach muscles.
He yanked his shirt over his head, not wanting to waste another second. I smiled as the back of my knees made contact with the mattress. I grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. His gaze dropped to look over my body before he pressed his warm chest against mine. His fingers slid around my back, finding the closure to my bra. He rolled it between his fingers until it went slack.
His fingertips ran over my shoulders and he dragged them down my arms, leaving goose bumps in their wake as he pulled the straps from my shoulders. I let my bra slide down over my hands and fall to the floor between us.
“You are so beautiful.” His fingers tangled in my hair as he pulled my mouth to his, sucking my lower lip.
My hands explored his toned chest as he worked to rid us of the rest of our clothing. He undid the closure of my jeans and shoved them over my hips. I stepped out of them as I ran my nails down his stomach, his muscles flexing beneath my fingertips as his breath caught. I loved that my touch gave him that reaction. I unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans as my tongue tangled with his, and he helped kick his jeans off. We lost our balance and fell back onto the bed. Tucker laughed, brushing my hair from my face as he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead.
“We don’t have to do this tonight. I’ll wait as long as it takes. We have forever.”
I slid my hand in his messy hair and pulled his lips back to mine. The playfulness was quickly replaced with hunger for each other. He wanted to spend forever with me, and I didn’t want to waste another second of it second-guessing myself.
He pushed his hips against mine, and I slid my nails down his back until my fingers touched the fabric of his boxers. He pulled back from me and stood at the edge of the bed as he shoved his boxers down and kicked them off. His eyes took in every inch of my body as he leaned over and looped his fingers in the sides of my pale-yellow panties. He slid them down slowly and tossed them aside as he lowered himself back on top of me. He kissed along my jaw and down the length of my neck. I wrapped my arms around him and held his body against mine. His mouth moved to my ear, and he kissed my earlobe.
“I love you,” he whispered into my ear as he rocked his hips against me and slowly made love to me.
21
AFTER OUR NIGHT in the hotel, nothing was going to rain on our parade. Not even spending a few more days in a cramped bus. Tucker and I checked out of our room and waited in the lobby for everyone else to join us. The twins arrived first, hungover and moaning like they were on the verge of death.
After a few more minutes of waiting, we had the receptionist call up to Eric’s room.
He appeared shortly after, looking like he had been hit by a train.
“Jesus, what the hell did she do to you?” Chris asked.
“Who?” Eric looked around at all of us.
“Donna.” Chris laughed.
“She went back to the bus last night. You didn’t actually think I was going to sleep with her when she was that drunk, did you? Besides, how awkward would the rest of this trip be?”
That left everyone speechless. We just glanced at each other, impressed that Eric had decided against it.
“Let’s get back to the bus so we can get on the road.” Tucker stretched as he yawned.
The afternoon sun was blinding, and I couldn’t get back to the bus fast enough. I felt like Tucker and I had hit another milestone in our relationship, and I was ready to see what else lay ahead.
We spent the next few hours sleeping as we headed west. The band needed to rehearse later, and Donna had already lined up a place for them to do so. The Video Music Awards were coming up fast, and they needed as much time as possible to make sure everything would be perfect for their biggest show to date.
When we arrived, Donna came out of her room in full bitch mode, with matching outfit. The time out with us had done little to change her demeanor in the light of day—in fact, it seemed to only worsen her mood now that she was clearly nursing a hangover—but it gave us all a little insight into who she was deep down.
I got to work on cleaning up the bus. The sink was still full of empty beer cans, and junk-food wrappers were strewn about. It took me a full hour to get the bus looking semi-decent.
I decided to give my father a call and catch up on how June was doing with the pregnancy.
I dialed my father’s number and sat down on the edge of our bunk.
“Hey,” he said as he answered the phone.
“Hey. How is the family?” I asked, making small talk.
“Great. June is hanging in there, but no baby yet.”
“I can’t wait to meet my new brother or sister.”
“Any day now.” Something was off about his tone, and it was starting to worry me.
“I’d like to fly you guys out to us once the baby is old enough.”
“I don’t think we will be able to do that, princess. It’s not a good time.”
“Well, whenever. No set date, just an idea.”
“I think you should have a chat with Tucker. We aren’t welcome out there.”
I couldn’t wrap my mind around what he was telling me. “I don’t think Tucker would mind you coming out here. What would give you that idea?”
“Just talk to him. I have to go.” With that, the phone went dead. Tucker was at practice with the guys and I was forbidden from “distracting” him, as Donna put it, but this was my family and if Tucker had interfered, I needed to know.
I headed toward the old brick building that sat adjacent to the concert hall. I was angry, and I didn’t want to blow up on Tucker without knowing the full story. I pushed open the door, and my eyes landed on Donna who looked pissed off, much like she always did when she saw me.
“Can I help you?”
“Nope. This doesn’t concern you.” I walked by her, and I could tell she wanted to reach out and stop me, but she didn’t. I pushed open the next door and stopped dead in my tracks. Tucker sat on a small couch with guitar in hand next to a brunette, their legs touching, her hair hanging down like a curtain blocking his face. They were laughing but stopped abruptly as I entered. The woman sat back in her seat, looking up at me expectantly like I’d come to deliver them lunch or something.
“Am I interrupting?’ I didn’t care if I sounded like a bitch. I crossed my arms over my chest and eyed Tucker.
“Of course not.” He sat his guitar down beside him, propping it against the arm of the couch. “What’s wrong?”
I looked at the brunette who made no movement to leave, and I wanted to scream at her to get the fuck out, but I needed to focus. I’d come here to have a rational conversation with Tucker.
“I just spoke to my father.”
Tucker’s eyes fell, and I knew immediately he had talked to him. He glanced to the brunette next to him.
“Can we get a moment alone?”
She nodded and got up, walking around me with a polite smile. I closed the door behind her and turned back to Tucker.
“Who the hell is that?”
“She’s a vocal coach that Donna found to help me work out this song.”
I sighed, pissed that all of my feelings of jealousy from the video shoot came rushing back. I tried to shove them aside as I sank down on the couch beside him and wrung my hands together.
“What did you say to my father?”
“Just let it go, Cass. I did it for your own good.”
