Forbidden Ballad - Rock My World (22 page)

I’m sure Carly’s manager is trying to get her to reconsider because he’s lost so much money on her, especially since her ex, Walker aka the Douche, can’t stand on his own. It takes every ounce of self-control not to run over there and grab the phone out of Carly’s hand and tell that prick to shove it up his ass.

Carly hangs up and looks at me, her angry face quickly dissolving into one of happiness.

Damn, I’ve got a gorgeous girl.

And yes, I
have
Carly. She is mine, just as I belong to her now.

Everyday I wonder how I got so damn lucky that a girl like Carly wants to be with an ass like me. Not that I haven’t worked hard, and I’m still working hard, but she’s worth it. I’m still learning though. My head still follows a hot chick every now and then, and I can’t help looking out at a crowd of fans, and seeing the biggest tits in the audience.

But all of that doesn’t hold my interest anymore. It’s Carly that I come home to, so to speak, and it’s Carly’s bed where I want to be every night. Getting lost in a sea of sheets, tangled between Carly’s long, shapely legs.

“Hey,” Carly says shyly, wrapping her arms around my waist, and leaning her head against my chest. “I can’t believe I have you all to myself for the next four days.”

Being on tour is hard, and trying to have a relationship while being on tour is even harder. It helps that we’re together, but I haven’t spent nearly as much time with Carly as I’ve wanted. We’ve reached the halfway point of the tour, and we’ve been gifted with a four-day break. In the past, I spent these small breaks going on benders, screwing as many women as I could in a near-constant drunken haze.

Not this time though. I plan on spending nearly all of my time with Carly, preferably with our clothes off. Carly likes to call me a horn dog, but I know that she wants it just as much as I do, she’s just too lady-like to admit her sexual appetite.

“So what are we going to do?” she asks, looking up at me expectantly.

“Besides fuck like rabbits?” I ask.

She swats me playfully.

I take a deep breath. I had been thinking this over for the past five days, and I still wasn’t sure if it was the best idea. I actually got the idea from Jacie when she told me part of her plans for our short break.

“Well,” I say nervously, toying with Carly’s hair, “I was thinking, maybe we could go see my folks.”

Carly freezes, and then her head snaps up to look at me.

“Your parents?”

I nod.

“You want to visit your parents?” she asks, as if the words don’t make sense when strung together.

Which they don’t.

It’s been no secret that I don’t have the best relationship with my parents, and that they don’t approve of my career whatsoever.

“Well, it’s just that my mom had heard that we were dating and I think she really wants to meet you.”

“Meet me?” Carly’s eyes widen with fear.

“They’re not monsters,” I explain gently, “They’re just doctors. Wishing all three of their kids had become doctors, too.”

Carly bites her lower lip, a nervous tendency that never fails to turn me on.

“I mean, I guess we can do that. If that’s what you really want to do. Sure”

I’m not sure if it’s what I really want to do, but I feel like it might be a good decision. And if it’s terrible, I know to continue avoiding my parents.

Was it that easy?

“You will?”

“Why not? They’re your parents, and honestly, I would like to meet them. They can’t be all bad if they raised you.”

I pull Carly towards me, kissing her long and hard on the mouth.

“My mother is going to love you,” I murmur.

“So when is this visit taking place?” she asks coyly, toying with my belt.

“I was thinking tomorrow.” My voice is low and husky, and I can feel myself hardening as Carly continues to playfully tug at my belt.

“So, we have all night tonight?” she asks softly, raising her eyebrows.

Christ, this girl is insatiable.

“All night,” I assure her.

She licks her lips and starts pulling me back towards her bus.

And again, I wonder what I ever did to deserve a girl like Carly.

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Thank you, thank you, thank you for reading. My love to you, the reader.

~Reese