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  Beckett tucks Amelia next to him on one of the couches, pulling her legs across his lap a huge grin on his face. Jeez, if I knew we could have this guy as our boss, I would have somehow hunted Amelia down a long time ago. He still doesn’t let us get away with shit, but he’s so much lighter. I look up at Zeke and see the same blissed out expression on his face. I can’t help the smug feeling knowing that most of that comes from us being together.

  Everyone settles in, the huge joint being passed around and only skipping over Amelia as we head to The Den. I’ve never been there, personally. I’m not entirely sure what to expect. I figure any place with a dress code and a VIP lounge has to be fairly upscale.

  It doesn’t take long for us to get there and I’m a little surprised by the outside. It has a super modern, almost industrial feel from the outside, but it still feels warm and inviting. When I look closer, I realize that everything you would expect to be metal is actually wood that looks charred. Huh.

  We finish up our drinks and the joint before heading in, Steve ushering us to the front door quickly with SO’s security flanking us. There’s a pretty big group of screaming fans waiting for SO. It feels like utter chaos and I see a side of being celebrity that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. Fuck, it was kind of terrifying. When we get through the door, more security from the club surround us and make sure we have enough room to get to the VIP lounge which is completely empty and waiting for us.

  I must look petrified because Elliot throws an arm around my shoulders and grins down at me. “It’s not usually so bad. They won’t let in any of the people who were outside screaming. Once we get settled and everyone gets their looks, most of the time people leave us alone and let us have fun.” He shrugs, “Well, except a few pictures and shit, but usually that’s not too in your face.”

  I nod, but I must not be very convincing because Elliot laughs and shrugs. He leads me over to a sleek leather couch and Zeke comes out of nowhere with a drink; beautiful man that he is. I take it gratefully and am surprised that most of the people in the club seem to not give a flying fuck that there are rock stars partying amongst them. Huh.

  I shake off the ridiculousness that is the reality of being a rock star and look around the club. I have to say it lives up to its name, but in a totally posh sort of way that I wasn’t expecting. The same homey industrial thing that was going on outside is carried into the club, but in a darker and sexier way with rich colors and textures. The club kind of makes me feel like I’m glamping, but with a millionaire’s budget. Can’t say I’ve done either, but there you have it.

  After I finish my drink I look over and see Andrea swaying to the music. When she meets my eyes a huge smile spreads across her face and she gives an exaggerated nod at Amelia. Andrea pops up from her seat on Steve’s lap and makes her way over to Amelia, swinging her hips from side to side. Amelia grimaces and starts shaking her head.

  I lean over and whisper in Zeke’s ear, “Looks like us girls are going to hit the dance floor, even it means we have to drag Amelia out there.”

  Zeke narrows his eyes at me, but I arch my eyebrow in challenge. If he thinks that he has a say in whether I head out to the dance floor he needs to consider if being a caveman can go too far. Newsflash: it can.

  He makes the right decision when he heaves a sigh and leans into me, “Just be careful out there little fairy.”

  I shoot him a smirk before getting up. I slide my jacket off my shoulders facing him, his eyes roam over my body with appreciation and heat. I feel my blood start to heat and my nipples harden; good thing it’s dark in here. I turn my back on Zeke and hear him bark out a curse when he gets a look at the back of my dress.

  I feel Zeke’s eyes heating my skin as I hurry over to help Andrea haul Amelia up. It’s no easy feat as she tells us how she doesn’t dance and glares at the both of us. It’s adorable that she thinks that she’s going to get out of this. Beckett stands up and whispers something in Amelia’s ear that causes her to blush and then turn and shoot daggers at him. How he can survive that look I’ll never know, but not only does he survive but he throws his head back and laughs in response. Brave man.

  When we finally cajole her out the dance floor, she stands there like a petulant child at first, but it doesn’t take long for her to get swept up in the music and having fun with us. None of us are going to go pro, but who the fuck cares? It’s fun to let loose with your girls on the dance floor and it’s something I’ve never had before, never done before. I throw my hands up and close my eyes, getting lost in the music feeling Zeke’s eyes on me the whole time.

  I snap my eyes open when I feel someone squeeze my shoulder, I glance over to see that it’s Andrea with her hand on my shoulder. Her eyes aren’t on me though, they’re on Amelia and the slimy guy who’s slid in right behind her. She moves away and he moves with her and then rests his hands on her hips. I glance over at the VIP section to see Beckett putting his drink down and starting to move toward us.

  I’m about to step forward and pull Amelia to me when I feel hands rest on my hips; I know instantly that they don’t belong to Zeke. Uh oh. I glance over my shoulder and see that slimy guy number one has a twin. It might comical if I wasn’t in the crosshairs of one of them.

  I try and slide away from him, but he matches me step for step, just like the first sleazo did to Amelia. I wonder if they rehearse with each other. I think his cologne might actually asphyxiate me and that’s a feat considering we’re in a packed nightclub on a Saturday night. I roll my eyes; I don’t even have to glance over to know that Zeke is right behind Beckett.

  Speaking of Beckett, he thunders onto the dance floor, his face stony and intense. He cuts right to the dude who is still trying to touch Amelia. You’d think Beckett would push the guy away. Nope. He pulls the guy closer by his collar, gets right in his face and hisses something too low for me to have a hope of hearing.

  The dude behind me chooses that moment to press his cock against my ass. I spin around and bark out, “Back off!”

  Sleazo two, in too tight suit pants, smirks at me and I know some horrible, gag worthy pick up line dripping with innuendo is about to come out of his mouth. Before it can, a strong hand wraps around my wrist and pulls me back. My body lights up instantly; I don’t even have to look to know that it’s Zeke.

  I glance over my shoulder and see that Zeke and Beckett weren’t the only ones to come out of the VIP lounge to play. Blake is standing next to Zeke and Ryder is standing next to Beckett; both have looks on their faces daring these ‘studs’ to push the issue. I can’t help the dark mischievous chuckle that comes out of me. Zeke throws me a wink.

  I turn back around and make a shooing motion, “Run along now and pro tip: you wear way too much cologne.”

  He glares at me, but then looks at Zeke and then Blake. Finally making a smart decision, he walks over to his friend who looks like he hasn’t decided if he wants to press the issue or not yet. Sleaze number two nods toward Blake and pulls his friend away from us.

  Zeke grips my hips and turns me before wrapping his arms around me. His hands graze over my back, tracing the chains as his eyes fill with dark promises. He pulls my hips against his and starts to lead my movements.

  He leans forward and growls into my ear, “I’ll be spanking your ass later for wearing this dress, Livy.”

  I run my hands up his chest and wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my tits, including my hard nipples, against him. He groans in my ear and the entire club disappears around us in this moment. I had no idea that Zeke danced, well, that is if you can call this public display of foreplay dancing.

  When the song changes Zeke takes a small step back from me and smiles down at me. I look around us and realize that everyone in the VIP lounge is now out on the dance floor, even the guys from PA. I get spun away from Zeke by Troy who is grinning from ear to ear.

  A night of dancing and partying with rock stars and then going home with the love of my life? I wouldn’t have believed it a few mont
hs ago, but here we are. Going home with Zeke, knowing full well that he’ll be peeling this dress off me and putting his mouth all over my body? Totally worth the spanking. If he ever accuses me of doing it for the spanking, I’ll deny it, but I did. I totally did.

  CHAPTER 19

  OLIVIA

  It’s been a whirlwind six weeks since Thanksgiving and the concert. It’s been the best six weeks though. I moved into my house with Zeke, which is where I was always supposed to be. Merging our stuff was so easy. It solidified how much I was always supposed to be here with him. We’ve been able to split one of the rooms he was using as a studio easily between us.

  As a housewarming gift to me, as if he needed to do that for me, Zeke worked with Troy to build racks to house and organize all my finished work. It was the sweetest gesture ever and he looked so worried I wouldn’t like them when he showed them to me. He blushed when I gushed over them. For a man of few words and for someone who seemed worried that about his ability to love, he shows me love in the sweetest and most unassuming ways sometimes.

  He also showed me how he cleared out a corner of our studio and set up a light booth so that I could take professional photos of my work. He has been encouraging me to start putting together a portfolio to shop around to some galleries. I promised him I’d think about it, but I had no idea what to think.

  Well, that was until I got a phone call from Suburban Outcast’s manager about cover art and the possibility of selling limited edition prints of the painting that I sold Cole. That’s when I knew I need to start taking my art seriously because shit was about to blow up and I was going to start getting recognition for my work…ready for it or not.

  I was shocked at Thanksgiving when Zeke not only brought up my painting but showed them a picture of one of my pieces. He wasn’t in trouble, even though I threatened him at first. No, in fact, he got a big reward. When I got him home Thanksgiving night, I pushed him up against the front door, dropped to my knees and had his cock out before he could realize what was happening.

  I sucked his cock to the back of my throat while his fingers snaked into my hair. His jaw tensed as he tried to hold onto the threads of his control. He loves my mouth on his cock and I’ve learned exactly what drives him wild. As I bobbed up and down on his cock, I teased his balls with my fingernails and when his fingers tightened in my hair, I scraped my teeth along his length very lightly. His eyes snapped open to mine as his jaw went slack and he came deep in my throat. Yeah, I’ve learned exactly what drives him wild.

  We spent a week in Orlando for Christmas and New Year’s Eve at the SO mansion. Best vacation ever! Not only did we get to spend the week with everyone, including the guys from HS, at Disney and Universal, but we also got to be there when Beckett proposed to Amelia. I’m not even a little bit ashamed that I cried.

  Amelia and Beckett traveled to Florida to spend Christmas with her folks. She was clueless to the fact that we were going to crash it. I have no idea how Beckett was able to keep it a secret, but it certainly helped that we know some guys with a private jet and a tour bus big enough to accommodate our group.

  Bailey, Walsh’s sister who was on winter break during her senior year of college, even got to come with us. She’s super cool, she spent last summer with us and it was great getting to know her. The look on Amelia’s face as she realized we were all there was priceless. Then Beckett dropped to a knee. Fucking swoon.

  I snapped a picture when Beckett put a hand on her tummy, which was just starting to show with their little one, as he was proposing. Their gazes were full of so much love and Amelia’s favorite piece of art was in the background. I’m planning to paint that moment for them.

  With the mushy stuff out of the way we all piled onto the SO tour bus and headed toward Orlando. We woke up the next day in pure luxury, as if I would expect anything less from our rock stars. We opened presents and enjoyed a meal the guys arranged. It was delicious, but not as good as Amelia’s Thanksgiving meal. She could have lit up the night sky when Booker kissed her cheek and told her what we had all been thinking; that her cooking was better.

  Once we knew about our holiday vacation, Andrea and I started planning out our days to maximize on what everyone wanted to see the most while in Orlando. The only person we couldn’t get input from was Amelia, but Beckett told us not to worry about it. Since Amelia grew up in Florida and had spent a lot of time at the parks already, he knew as long as we were all together that she would be happy.

  The day at Hogwarts was…well, it was fucking magical. Andrea and I knew it would be, that’s why we angled to put another Hogwarts day on the schedule, but we were shot down. Instead, we put in a free day knowing full well where Andrea and I would be.

  When that free day dawned, Zeke chuckled and said he figured we’d be spending our free day surrounded by hopeful wizards. Again. Amelia and Beckett joined us; I think partially so all the single people could be free to do whatever they wanted. Steve grumbled a little, but Andrea just pouted and batted her eyes at him. He never stood a chance.

  It was wild going out in public with rock stars, but it was much better than the terrifying moment at The Den. I was surprised that, generally, people were really cool about it. The guys wore hats and sunglasses most of the time, but they still got some recognition. They were generous about taking selfies and giving a few autographs. We took the small interruptions in stride because hanging with them meant we got the full VIP treatment.

  That treatment included a special room in Cinderella’s castle to celebrate New Year’s Eve. I can’t believe that anyone else has ever had a better time ringing in the new year that we did; not possible. On the last day of the year, the guys gave us spa packages with the works. That was after a morning at a high-end boutique where we picked out fancy dresses. That was the best fucking time; I’ve never enjoyed shopping and being pampered more.

  Andrea picked out a red satin dress with a corset top and a high slit in the skirt; she paired it with strappy silver stilettos. Amelia picked out a black lace dress with a burgundy underlay in a fishtail style that accentuated her curves and her baby bump. It had a vintage vibe, ¾ length lace sleeves and a high neckline. It looked almost demure from the front with the high neckline, but it was backless and showed off most of her tattoo. When she tried it on and turned around, I knew that Beckett was going to keel over when he saw it. Bailey chose a silver dress in a flapper style with intricate beadwork and fringe. It accentuated her long legs and was so much fun.

  When I saw my dress, I fell in love because it reminded me of Zeke’s nickname for me—little fairy. It was emerald green with a fitted bodice and then a full pleated skirt, within the pleats was lilac chiffon that peeked out with every step I took. Lilac glitter covered heels gave me just enough sparkle and made me feel like a princess.

  When we got back to the mansion after shopping and the spa the guys were gone, but there was a team of makeup artists and hair stylists there. Bailey seemed a little nervous, which wasn’t like her at all. I shared a look with the girls because she had seemed quieter and more closed off as the end our trip drew closer. We all wanted to figure out what was going on but didn’t want to push either. She didn’t know us that well. We enjoyed some mimosas, except for Amelia, and that seemed to calm Bailey down. By the time we came down to head out to a private dinner, we looked like a million fucking bucks.

  When we walked down the stairs, all jaws dropped to the floor. Talk about a fucking ego boost. I almost missed it because my eyes were locked on Zeke in a suit that looked like it was made just for him. That’s when I realized all the guys were dressed in suits and they all looked delicious. I might only want Zeke between my legs, but I could appreciate that all the men in our family were hot as hell. That’s just on a normal day; get them in suits and they were fucking dangerous to the female population.

  Amelia muttered under her breath, “Fucking hell, they really should come with warning labels.”

  Walsh let out a low whistle. I watched a s
low smile spread across Zeke’s face and I had to grip the banister because my knees almost buckled on the bottom step. How we made it down safely I have no idea, but I barely stepped off the bottom step before Zeke had his arms around me.

  He kissed my neck and murmured, “You look stunning, my little fairy.”

  That was just the start of an amazing night full of great food, good drinks and the best company anyone could have. Everywhere we went the men turned heads, but Zeke didn’t have eyes for anyone but me. I don’t think Beckett’s hand strayed from Amelia’s adorable baby bump all night, except maybe to stray across her bare back. Steve and Andrea disappeared at some point in Cinderella’s castle; considering we didn’t get thrown out, they must have been at least mildly discrete.

  It was the first time I ever got to share a kiss at midnight, it was the perfect way to start out a new year. The fireworks display was beautiful, and we had the best seats in the house, by far. After the fireworks we went down to Boardwalk Disney and partied into the early morning.

  We knew we were safe since Blake and Grayson were acting as security for the SO guys and it’s not like they would let anything happen to us either. Hardly anyone got near us and that’s just how we wanted it for the night. We wanted to celebrate the start of a new year with our family. Not even the single guys strayed far, though they could have had their pick of bedmates for the night.

  The single guys not hooking up didn’t stop Zeke from fucking me hard from behind when we got back to the mansion. He tugged on my hair and nipped at my neck as he told me how sexy I looked in my dress and how hard he’d been all night looking at me. My sparkly heels stayed on.

  We spent the first day of the year hanging out with the rock stars and making plans for the next year. Amelia already decided to get married in Vegas when we’re there for the tattoo convention since the guys from SO will already be there. That and who doesn’t like Vegas?