Chapter Sixteen

Memphis

T he roar of the crowd hits me like a physical force, their energy coursing through my veins. It's electric, like something alive. I fuckin' love it.

Glancing behind me, I catch sight of Kylie standing in the wings beside Dalton, a smile lighting her up.

"I love you," she mouths to me, sending my fucking heart soaring. I'm on top of the world.

As the band launches into our final song of the night, I get lost in the music and those pretty emerald eyes. Fuck, I could stay lost in those eyes.

It's been six weeks since the accident, and we're officially on tour. This is our first stop, and Kylie is coming with us. I refused to go without her. After what happened, I'm not letting her out of my sight ever again.

Especially now that Shelby's out of the hospital and in rehab. She'll never walk again, and Kylie thinks that's punishment enough, so she refused to implicate her when she talked to the cops. She told them that Shelby had nothing to do with it. I would have sent her ass to prison where she belongs, but not Kylie. Her heart is too goddamn big. I've got Gideon Carmichael and his brothers watching Shelby, though. If she ever even thinks about coming near my girl, she'll regret it.

We couldn't keep the truth about my past from leaking, but it wasn't the big news we expected. There are whispers and rumors. But most people just don't fuckin' care. It was so long ago, they ignored it like it never happened. Perks of being rich and famous, I guess. And with Riley and our friends rallying around us, well, anyone who does have a problem with it keeps their goddamn mouths shut.

Everything is perfect, except for one nagging detail: Kylie still isn't wearing my ring. I've been waiting for the perfect moment to slip it onto her finger, but between her recovery, rehearsals, and everything else, we haven't had that moment. Frankly, I'm tired of waiting.

I want her tied to me in every conceivable way, especially since I'm pretty fucking certain she's carrying my kid. She hasn't had her period since right after the accident, and her body has been sensitive as hell lately.

I'm just waiting for her to figure it out. She'll kick my ass if I'm the one who tells her.

The song comes to an end, and Winter takes a bow. The girl can sing her ass off. "Thank y'all so much for coming out tonight!" she shouts to the crowd.

I toss my sticks at Priest, who catches them with one tattooed, scarred hand.

"Where the fuck are you going?" he asks.

I just smirk and flip him off, already jogging toward Kylie. As soon as I'm at her side, I scoop her into my arms, hauling her up against my chest as my lips crash down on hers in a hungry kiss.

"Memphis," she gasps into my mouth, clinging to me. She kisses me back, though, just as fucking greedy and desperate as I am.

"Come here," I demand, pulling her toward the stage.

"What? No way!" she protests, struggling in my arms. But she's no match for me, and I've got plans for her.

I lift her up gently, giving her a playful swat on the ass.

"Jesus Christ, Memphis," Dalton says with a laugh. "There are some things I don't need to fucking see."

"No one needs to see me!" Kylie cries.

But the crowd spots us and roars in approval.

"Clearly, they want to see more of you, Toto," I say, smirking at her.

"I hate you, Memphis Hughes," she growls, but I know it's bullshit. She loves the fuck out of me. She risked her life to keep me safe. That knowledge may haunt me for the rest of my damn life. But I idolize her for it too. No one has ever loved me that way. But this mouthy little thing does.

"Behave for five minutes, and I'll remind you just how much you love me and my cock, Toto," I growl into her ear, nipping it for emphasis as I haul her out onto the stage.

Winter spots us coming and shakes her head, laughter bubbling from her lips. "What are you up to, Memphis?" she asks, eyeing Kylie in my arms.

"I need to borrow that mic, Winter," I say, nodding toward the microphone in her hand.

She starts to hand it over, pauses, and then lifts it to her lips. "PSA, I'm not responsible for him or anything he says or does," she announces into it and then hands it over, grinning at me.

The crowd roars with laughter.

Setting Kylie down, I drop to my knees before her. A hush falls over the crowd, their anticipation palpable.

"What are you doing, Memphis?" Kylie whispers nervously, her eyes searching mine for answers.

"This isn't the first time I've been on my knees for you, princess," I reply into the mic, earning a mix of laughter and cheers from the audience as her cheeks blaze red. I wait for them to quiet down, my gaze never leaving hers. "We both know it's where I belong. You own me, princess. Every goddamn miserable inch is yours."

"Memphis," she whispers, her voice catching as I reach into my pocket and pull out the ring.

"I've been waiting for the perfect moment to give this to you, but that isn't our way. We don't wait for perfect moments, Toto. We make the goddamn things ourselves." My voice is steady. I'm not nervous or anxious. I've considered this moment a thousand times, and I fucking want it. "So I'm making one now. And I'm doing it in front of sixty-thousand witnesses so you can't kick my ass for not giving you a choice in the matter." I smirk up at her, holding the ring between my fingers. "You're marrying me, Kylie Conroy. It's not a question. You belong with me. And we know damn well that I'm yours. So how about you put this ring on your finger and put me out of my fuckin' misery already?"

"Aww," sixty-thousand people all shout at the same time, but I don't pay them any attention. All my focus is on Kylie.

Her eyes fill with tears, and she nods. "Yes," she whispers, the word barely audible. But I hear it reverberating like a gong in my soul.

Relief floods through me as I press my head to her hand before slipping the ring onto her finger.

The crowd erupts into cheers, their approval echoing through the arena as I scoop her up into my arms, crushing my lips to hers. Our kiss is frantic, urgent, tinged with the promise of tomorrow and clouded with desire.

"I'm calling in that favor now, Memphis," she breathes against my lips, her nails digging into my shoulders.

"Name it," I growl, my cock throbbing.

"You inside me. Now," she orders.

"Oh, fuck, yeah," I agree without hesitation, stomping toward the back of the stage with her in my arms.

She squeals with laughter, wrapping her arms around my neck. "I love you, Memphis Hughes."

"I love you too, Toto. You and that little kitty, too."

Five minutes later, the door to my dressing room slams shut behind us with a resounding thud, shutting out everyone but me and her. Within seconds, I've got her back pressed against the cold metal of the door.

My lips crash down on hers in a searing kiss, our tongues tangling. She grinds against my cock, her hips rolling in a way that makes me see fucking stars. I growl into her mouth, my hands fisting in her hair as I take control of the kiss, devouring her with a hunger that borders on feral.

She whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulders through the thin fabric of my shirt. I can feel the desperation in her touch, the need that matches my own. It's a living, breathing thing between us.

I break the kiss, my lips trailing down the column of her throat. I nip and suck at the sensitive skin there, marking her as mine. She gasps, her head falling back against the door with a soft thud.

I don't waste any time yanking her shirt off over her head.

"You ready for my cock, Toto?" I growl, working at the button of her jeans with impatient fingers. My body trembles, a testament to how much I crave her.

"Yes," she moans, dragging my shirt up and over my head.

"Good, because I'm gonna fuck you through this door. It's been too goddamn long." My voice is rough, hungry for what I'm about to do to her.

"Memphis," she laughs breathlessly, her eyes dancing with mischief. "We just had sex this morning."

"No, princess." I nip her bottom lip, savoring the taste of her. "We made love this morning. Now, I'm going to fuck you."

Her moans fill the otherwise silent room as I shove my hand into her pants, finding the sweet, wet cunt I can't get enough of.

"Memphis," she breathes, arching into my touch.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me already, Toto," I growl approvingly, rubbing slow circles around her swollen clit. "You want my cock that bad, huh?"

"God, yes," she pants, her hips undulating against my hand. "I need you, Memphis. Please."

I lean in close, my stubble rasping along her cheek as I whisper filthy promises in her ear. "I'm going to make this sweet pussy come so hard on my fingers. Then I'm going to fuck you raw, princess. Pound this tight cunt until you're screaming my name."

She whimpers and bucks against me, her wetness coating my fingers. I slide two fingers deep inside her, curling them up to stroke that secret spot that drives her wild.

"That's it, baby," I encourage as her walls flutter around me. "Squeeze my fingers. Show me how bad this pussy needs to get fucked."

"Memphis!" she cries out, her nails digging into my biceps as I pump my fingers faster, harder, my thumb circling her clit with relentless pressure.

"Come on my hand, Toto. Fuckin' drench me," I command, working her over with expert skill. I know her body as well as my own.

She shatters with a keening cry, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she comes apart. I groan at the feel of her fluttering walls, the hot flood of her release coating my hand.

"Christ, I want to taste that," I snarl, dropping to my knees and ripping her pants and panties off in one swift motion.

As soon as they hit the floor, I throw her legs over my shoulders, balancing her against the door. She gasps at how rough I am with her after six weeks of nothing but gentle touches and soft lovemaking, but I know she fucking loves it just as much as I do—that she missed this wildness between us. She's been begging for it for weeks now, but I wasn't going to risk hurting her. Until every single cut, scrape, and bruise healed, I took my damn time with her.

"Memphis," she whimpers, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "Please."

"Ask for it, Toto," I growl, teasing her with my breath against her slick folds.

"Fuck me, Memphis. Fuck me hard." Her voice is desperate, needy.

"Your wish is my command, princess," I reply before diving in, determined to make her scream my name in a way she hasn't in weeks. We both need it—fucking desperately.

"Memphis," she chokes out, clinging to my long hair as I attack her pussy. I don't hold back, not this time. I eat her like a madman, determined to make her come so hard she can't breathe through it.

"Squirt on my fuckin' face, Toto," I growl against her pussy, flicking my gaze up to meet hers. "I want you all over me before we leave this room."

She sobs my name as I dive in again. I thrust my tongue into her dripping hole, fucking her with deep, driving strokes that make her legs quake. The taste of her floods my senses—musky, tangy, purely Kylie. It's a flavor I crave like a junkie, one I could happily drown in for the rest of my life.

"Fuck, you taste so good," I growl against her swollen, slippery flesh before sealing my lips around her clit and sucking hard.

"Oh god, Memphis!" she wails, her back arching off the door as she squirts all over my face.

I groan, dragging her down on top of me.

"Get my fucking cock out and ride me, Toto," I demand, my voice rough with urgency. I need inside her right now.

She's as desperate and greedy as I am, in a rush to obey. Her hands on my body have my hips arching from the floor.

The moment she slams herself down on me, taking me all the way to the hilt, I shout her name, gripping her hips tightly.

"Fuck, Toto," I groan, my head falling back against the floor. "Ride me, princess. Take what you need."

And she does. Christ, does she ever. She sets a punishing pace, bouncing on my cock like her life depends on it. Her tits sway with the force of her movements, tempting me beyond reason. I reach up to palm the heavy globes, tweaking her nipples between my fingers until she cries out sharply.

"Memphis!" She tosses her head back, her dark hair spilling down her back as she grinds on me, working my cock like a goddamn pro.

I thrust up to meet her, my hips pistoning off the floor. The wet sounds of our fucking fills the room, punctuated by our heavy breathing and moans. It's raw, primal…purely us.

Sliding my hands around to grip her ass, I knead her plump cheeks roughly, pulling them apart. She gasps as cool air hits her exposed back entrance.

"You want my fingers in this tight ass, baby?" I growl, circling her asshole with a teasing touch. "Want me to fill all your holes and make you fuckin' scream?"

"Please," she whimpers, writhing wildly on my cock. "I need it, Memphis. I need you everywhere."

Grabbing her hand, I bring her fingers to my mouth, sucking two between my lips. I coat them liberally with spit before guiding her arm behind her.

"Get yourself ready for me," I command. "Work that sweet ass open so I can put my fingers deep inside you."

"Oh god," she moans, her eyes rolling back in bliss as she does what I told her, rubbing my saliva-slick fingers against her rim.

I watch in awe as she breaches her own tight hole. My cock throbs inside her cunt at the erotic sight, my balls drawing up tight.

"That's it, Toto. Get yourself ready to take me." My voice is a low rasp, thick with arousal and need. "I'm going to stretch you out on my fingers while you ride my cock."

She keens loudly, working her finger deeper. I can feel it sliding in alongside my cock, separated only by a thin wall of muscle.

When she's panting and writhing above me, I bring my own fingers to my mouth, I suck them until they're dripping wet and then slip one of mine inside with hers.

Her eyes fly to my face, a gasp leaving her lips as she goes to remove her hand.

"Leave it there. Help me fuck this sweet ass, princess."

Her eyes widen at my filthy command, eyes black with lust. "Yes," she whimpers, working her finger deeper alongside mine. The tight clasp of her ass around our fingers has my cock throbbing in her pussy.

Slowly, I add a second finger, stretching her. She gasps and writhes on my lap, impaled on my cock and our fingers. It's the most erotic sight I've ever seen.

"Memphis," she pants, grinding down on me. "Please, more…"

With my free hand, I reach up to wrap my fingers gently around her throat, applying the barest hint of pressure.

Her emerald eyes fly open, locking with mine.

"Look how good you take this big dick, baby. Fuck." I buck my hips, forcing myself deeper. "I'm going to pound my fuckin' name into this pretty little thing."

"You already have," she gasps, struggling to catch her breath. "Property of Memphis."

"Damn straight." I buck my hips again, making her bounce on my cock and our fingers. I tighten my grip on her throat just a fraction, careful not to hurt her, but giving her the edge she craves. "And this dick is yours, Kylie. So come on it like a fuckin' good girl, wife."

The moment I call her wife, her pussy clenches around my cock as she shouts my name.

"Wife," I growl again.

"Memphis!" she screams, her pussy spasming around my cock as her orgasm crashes over her. Her ass clamps down on our fingers, the tight ring of muscle fluttering wildly.

"Fuck, Toto," I groan, fighting the urge to blow my load. The feel of her coming apart above me, combined with the sting of her nails digging into my chest, has me teetering on the edge. "Milk my cock, baby. Fuckin' drench me again."

She does just that, squirting all over my cock and balls. The sight of her losing it like she is snaps the bond of my restraint.

"Fuck!" I roar, pounding up into her with a ferocity that takes my breath. With a few more wild thrusts, I empty myself deep inside her perfect body, my cock pulsing and throbbing as I give her everything.

Her pussy clenches around me, milking every last drop as she tumbles over the edge with me again, crying out my name.

It's the best damn orgasm of my life.

When I can breathe again, I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close to my chest. Her heart pounds against my ribcage.

"Are you happy, baby?" I ask, my lips against her temple.

She nestles into the crook of my neck. "I've never been happier, Memphis," she says, her voice soft. "I didn't know this kind of happiness even existed until you."

"Good," I whisper, my eyes drifting closed. "Because we've got a whole goddamn lifetime of it ahead, Toto."

If Jayson is up there looking down at us, I hope he knows that I'll never fuck up with her again. She's the best fucking thing that ever happened to me. I won't ever jeopardize that—not ever.

"Best Wizard ever," she sighs happily, leaving me with a smile on my face.