I slid my finger into her, making her eyes roll before she focused back on me. “I beg to differ. You are most definitely a girl. A woman. A hot as fuck one, too.”
Bex ran her hands through my beard and up through my hair, her eyes scanning my face like she was memorizing this moment. “Yes. Abso-fucking-lutely yes.”
“That’s the best thing I’ve heard today, second only to you telling me you love me and that we’re pregnant. Now I’m going to do the other thing I’ve wanted to do all day.”
“Which is?” Bex batted her eyelashes. Playing coy with me, huh. We’d see how she liked it in a few minutes.
“I’m going to make love to my fiancée.” I’d never said those words to a woman in my life, but then again I did many things now I’d never done before.
Bex reached into my pants and caressed me, leaning over so her lips were against my ear. “Why don’t you show me how much you’ve missed me and give it to me like you want to. You know just as well as I do you don’t want to ‘make love’ right now.”
“But we’re engaged,” I said, hissing through my teeth as she rubbed me. “And pregnant.”
“And?” Bex climbed off of my lap and took me in her mouth before I could even react. She looked up at me, her lids hooded. “Do me like you want to, Johnny. Like I want you to.”
Well, I couldn’t disappoint the lady.
Johnny
Six months later . . .
“Ready?” I nodded, and Bex tapped her foot on the ground and counted us off. We started playing simultaneously, the notes flowing from our fingers like we’d always played together.
I closed my eyes, our rhythm so seamless I could do it in my sleep. We’d been playing together every day for the last six months, ever since the day our lives had changed forever. When I’d thought Bex had been shot, everything changed for me. She was carrying my baby. I loved her. She got me to play again. We were engaged.
She made me alive.
I looked over at her baby bump, so cute at almost eight months pregnant. We opted not to know what we were having. Bex was more worried than she would let on about having a stillbirth again, so we convinced her doctor to let her have a scheduled caesarean. Our baby would be born on its due date, which was not much past what would’ve been Gibson’s eleventh birthday.
We were practicing for what we were going to do later. It was a surprise that no one but Natalie knew about. We’d tried to keep it from her, but she was the band’s manager and all.
Ryver had decided a few weeks ago that he was going to move to Mexico to be with his mother and her family, leaving a spot for a guitar player in Jaded Regret. Bex had asked me the same day if I would join and not only be her second guitarist, but sing with her as well. I hadn’t needed two seconds to answer her.
Seemed that we were a powerhouse not just in bed, but also on the stage, too.
We were making our debut together tonight at a sold out show of our own. Seemed that their month long tour with Halestorm had gotten the attention of a record label. We were recording a new album with that label starting in a few months, after the baby was born. Until then, they had us playing around the state to keep Bex close to home. After hearing me play and Bex and I sing together, they’d had no issue with Ryver being replaced by me.
They even wanted Bex and me for the cover of the album. Front and center. The bad boy and bad girl of rock that were not only band mates, but about to be married, too.
We’d taken the song ‘Broken’ that she had sung to me all those months ago and rewritten it. It was now called ‘No Longer Broken’, and it would be not only our debut song tonight at our first live concert together, but also the first single to our new album.
“We’re ready,” Bex said, setting her guitar down gently and walking up to me.
“Sure seems we are,” I said, setting my Gibson down and placing my hands on her protruding stomach. She was the fucking sexiest pregnant woman I’d ever seen. Her stomach being in the way had done absolutely nothing to deter our sex life. We had it just as much as ever before, and in some damn creative ways, too.
“Are you ready to marry me?” Bex smiled, looking down at my hands on her stomach. “Or should I say, us?”
“Hell yeah,” I said. “Can I practice the honeymoon first?”
Bex ran her hands up the front of my shirt and back down, stopping at the button to my jeans. “I thought you’d never ask.” If I thought that woman was a sex goddess before, her being pregnant made her even more so. I’d keep her knocked up for the rest of our lives if her drive stayed this high. She was fucking insatiable.
Bex stood up on her tiptoes and put her lips against my ear. “I want to still feel where that rock hard cock was inside me hours from now, Johnny. Do me. Hard. Take me from behind and make me scream your name.”
“Fucking hell, Bex,” I said, making quick work of clothes. Bex strutted to the futon where we’d spent so much time doing this same thing. Except after today, she’d be my wife, not just a lead singer of a band I wanted to fuck. She was the mother to my child and my whole world.
And I was going to give her every fucking thing she wanted. And then some.
“Are we crazy?” Bex laughed, wrapping my finger with a new Band-Aid to replace the ugly white gauze it had been wrapped in before.
“Well duh,” I said. “We knew this a long time ago.” She handed me a Band-Aid, and I wrapped it around her finger.
“Sexy,” she said, putting her finger next to mine.
“Only for a little while,” I said. “Then we get to reveal them.”
“Everyone here?” Bex smoothed her bump. She was wearing a short black lace dress with her favorite leather jacket. Her hair was curled and falling down her back. A black pearl choker finished off her outfit, and she had on bright red heels. It wasn’t anything you would normally see at someone’s wedding, but that was us. She was the most smokin’ hot woman I’d ever seen.
“Yes,” I said. My parents, Julia, Carter, and Calia, our band, and Cal were here. The only people we wanted with us on our special day.
Bex helped roll up the sleeves to my dark grey button down shirt. “You look good enough to eat,” she said, cupping me through my dark jeans.
“It’s our wedding night,” I reminded her, pushing against her hand. “And I can’t knock you up.”
“You already did that,” she laughed. “Now get out of here. It’s bad luck for you to see me before the wedding.” We both exchanged a look and rolled our eyes. Screw superstition. We’d already defied all odds.
I walked out and took my place by the stage in the bar where I’d first laid eyes on Bex, where I’d thought I was going to lose her, and where I realized that I loved her.
The beach was shut off for a ‘private event’ as the signs said and guarded with hired security guards. Our newfound notoriety made us be a lot more cautious than before. However, after our private party, we were set up for the biggest wedding reception/concert on the beach. We’d sold two hundred exclusive tickets for a hefty price within minutes of putting them on sale. Every single dime we raised would go to the foundation Bex had recently started to help young teen girls who were in foster care learn life skills and techniques to help them adjust to the real world once they aged out of the system. She’d also started a housing program to give them a safe place to live, which was now at capacity. Bex was looking into a bigger facility. Best of all, she was involved there and spent as much time as she could being a mentor for the girls.
“She okay?” Beau was officiating the ceremony, having taken an online course to be able to marry us. It went right along with us doing things out of the norm.
“Perfect,” I said. “Start the music. Let’s get this show on the road.” I looked over to my sister, who already had tears in her eyes. Carter was holding her hand tightly. My mom dabbed her eyes with a tissue, and my dad nodded his approval at me.