Raleigh
2 YEARS LATER
There’s no doubt about it, getting to be the woman Ezra comes home to every single night is the greatest feeling in the world, but second to that, is this right here. Getting to stand in the wing of the stage, holding our daughter as Demon’s Curse prepares to take the stage for their biggest tour yet.
It’s opening night, and it’s the wildest feeling in the world. The whole atmosphere is vibing tonight. I thought the Bleed For Me tour was insane, but turns out, I didn’t even understand the meaning of insane.
The last tour was made up of songs that came from a place of brokenness and despair. They were about regrets and needing to make things right. But this tour, the songs are about raw, unadulterated passion. They’re about love, family, and commitment. And of course, it wouldn’t be Ezra if there wasn’t a song about getting head under the table at his wedding reception . . . Which may or may not have an element of truth to it.
It took all of two weeks after returning from Switzerland for Ezra to officially make me his wife. And a little over a month later, our sweet little girl was on the way.
Alexia Rose Knight came bursting into the world three weeks early after putting me through my paces with an emergency c-section, and from the moment she opened her big blue eyes, she was wrapped around her daddy’s little finger.
Ezra has millions of crazy fans across the globe, but not one of them adores him as much as this sweet baby girl does. I swear, the two of them are like two peas in a pod. She’ll be able to play guitar before she can even talk. Actually, she reminds me a lot of Axel in that way. Ezra always jokes that she’s Axel reincarnated. Everything she does has his mannerisms mixed in with a bunch of Ezra’s, and every day that she looks up at me and gives me that big toothy grin, it makes me miss my brother more.
He never got the chance to meet her, and I always find myself wondering if the boys had never left me behind, would Ezra and I have started having children sooner? Would there have been a chance that Axel could have met my little girl? Could she have had the chance to know how incredible her uncle was?
All these questions have dwelled in my mind, and they’re generally a guaranteed way for my mood to plummet to ground zero. But not tonight. Tonight is too big to allow my mind to take a deep dive into the what ifs and should have beens.
As the crowd cheers for the upcoming show, I fix Alexia’s noise-canceling headphones over her ears. These things are a gift from the heavens, but not even they are capable of completely blocking out the insanity that surrounds us.
The lights begin to darken, and Alexia squeals with excitement. We’ve been preparing her for tonight for the past few weeks, warning her just how loud and big it’s going to be, but this kid isn’t afraid of anything. She couldn’t be more excited.
Madds steps in from behind me, making sure to make a big deal about Alexia before cradling her swollen stomach. It won’t be long, and Alexia’s new favorite person will be here. I can just see them now, best friends until the end of time. Just like me and the candle-obsessed sideshow beside me.
Dylan and Madds have been going strong since the day of the accidental sex tape discovery, and when Dylan came to me last night and let me know he was planning to propose after the opening show, I couldn’t be more excited. Until he had to ruin it by telling me how he plans on doing it, and apparently, no amount of arguing will get him to change his mind about tying the ring to a piece of string, and then tying the other end of said string to his dick. So when she goes down on him after the show, he can pop the question, while also popping a stiffy in true Dylan Pope style. Though to be honest, I think Madds wouldn’t have it any other way, but the day their grandchildren come asking about how Poppa asked Nana to marry him, I’d kill to be a fly on the wall.
The lights fade until it’s almost pitch black in the massive stadium, and with almost ninety thousand people cheering for the boys, the atmosphere is simply wild. Then, like a flash of lightning, Rock slams down on the drums and my eyes widen, having no idea how the fuck he just appeared on stage.
A spotlight shines over him as he gives the best damn intro I’ve ever heard, his drums working overtime tonight, and then a second spotlight illuminates Dylan closest to us, and Madds screams along with the other ninety thousand people. “I LOVE YOU, YOU HORNY RAT BASTARD!”
As if hearing her, which is impossible in this stadium, Dylan looks at Madds, and his already beaming smile lights up like Christmas morning.
Next up is Jett, and just like Dylan, the spotlight beams over him, once again blowing me away. I mean, shit. How the hell are they appearing like this? Maybe I should have paid closer attention during rehearsals. Jett launches into an incredible riff, and as I feel his chords vibrate through my chest, I know Axel would be proud. It took me a minute, but I’ve finally decided that Jett has more than earned his position in the band, but I hold my stance that he’s not a replacement for Axel; he’s just another member.
Their intro is already crazy when everything goes silent.
The crowd stops screaming, wondering what the hell is going on, when Ezra’s hypnotic voice sounds through the massive speakers, singing the first line of “Not Waitin’ on a Hypothetical.”
“Eight years runnin’, baby. I’m coming home to you.”
The crowd loses their shit as the stadium falls into silence again, and Alexia almost loses her tiny mind, recognizing her daddy’s voice anywhere.
People frantically search the massive stadium, trying to figure out where Ezra’s hiding, but the drums start again, this time picking up the tempo and making everyone go crazy. Then just like before, it falls to silence, and Ezra sings another line.
“Take my cold dead heart, baby. Make it something new.”
Rock hits the drums with such force, I feel his intoxicating beat rattle through my chest, and this time, he doesn’t let up when Ezra repeats the lyrics, a deep passion in his tone.
“Eight years runnin’, baby. I’m coming home to you.”
“Take my cold dead heart, baby. Make it something new.”
As the heat kicks up and the tempo rises, everyone knows it’s coming and can hardly contain themselves. And then finally, the crowd goes wild as the border of the stage lights up with fire, and right there in the center, with lights beaming up around him, is my man gripping the neck of Axel’s favorite electric guitar.
Everyone loses their shit, screaming for the man that rocks my world every single day, and I couldn’t be prouder.
He doesn’t move an inch, just stands with a wide stance, one hand on the guitar, the other simply dangling by his side, clutching his microphone, and it’s more than enough to make at least five girls in the front row collapse.
Alexia goes apeshit in my arms until I’m forced to put her down, and with her tiny little feet planted on the ground, she jumps up and down and tests her limits when she tries to make her debut appearance on the stage. Though while the label probably won’t be too thrilled about it, I know Ezra will love it.
Then ever so slowly, he lifts the microphone—moving his arm out wide in the process—and tilts his chin to the sky as the anticipation rocks through the crowd. Then as if on cue, all of the guys start playing, and the show starts with a bang.
“Holy fucking shit,” a voice calls from beside Madds. “This is insane.”
I glance around her, not realizing anyone was there, and find Rock’s girlfriend, Tiffany, with a wide grin stretched across her face.
“Oh, you’ve got no idea,” Madds tells her, knowing all too well that this is her first Demon’s Curse concert.
Rock and Tiffany haven’t been together long, a few months perhaps, and so far, it seems to be going great. She’s not a fangirl, which is exactly what he needs. She’s more of a shy, country-music type, but when Carrie Underwood comes on with that “Before He Cheats” banger, she breaks right out of her shell. It’s amazing. I have a good feeling about them, and I hope for Rock’s sake, that she makes him just as happy as Ezra makes me.
I’m completely mesmerized by the show, and despite it being a little over two and a half hours, the seconds tick by all too soon. Before I know it, the boys are wrapping up their opening night, and Ezra crashes into me backstage, his arms scooping right around both me and our sleeping daughter.
His lips come down on mine before I even have a chance to tell him how incredible he was. I feel the adrenaline radiating off him, and it’s like a drug, infecting the very souls of everyone within his reach. The rush is intoxicating, and I need so much more of it. I’m completely and utterly addicted.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans against my lips. “That was incredible.”
“You were incredible,” I tell him.
His face drops to the curve of my neck, breathing me in as his hands tighten on my waist. “I’ve gotta have you.”
“What the hell are you waiting for?”
His head snaps up, his gaze locking onto mine as if wondering just how serious I am, but he should know better. When it comes to being with him, I’m always serious. His gaze flicks to Alexia in my arms, hesitation flashing in his eyes, and I see the exact moment he figures out his plan.
He scoops her out of my arms before passing her sleeping form right to Madds. “Hey, what gives?” Madds questions as Ezra lunges for me, pulling me into him before hauling me into his strong arms.
“You’re the one who keeps telling us we need to make Lexi a big sister. We’re just following orders.”
“But—”
“Following orders,” he repeats as a laugh tears from the back of my throat, but he swallows the sound with his desperate kiss before plunging us into the darkness of one of the massive stage curtains, not having the time to search for a private room.
His hands are frantic, tearing at my pants as I do the same. Neither of us has the time to get completely naked, but before I know it, my back is against a wall as my husband plunges deep inside of me, both of us groaning with instant satisfaction.
“Holy fuck,” I pant as he thrusts into me over and over, both of us chasing the high of the show. My body trembles in his strong arms as my walls shudder around his thick cock.
“That’s right, baby. Take it all.”
I clutch onto his big shoulders, my head tipping back in ecstasy. “Oh, God. I’m gonna come.”
“I’m right there with you.”
My eyes widen as if realizing too late what that means. “Wait, no,” I say, barely able to catch my breath. “You can’t. You have to pull out.”
“What? Fuck no,” he says. “Besides, I’m not sure if you recall how we made Lexi, but me not pulling out is kinda an important step.”
“We’re going to be out all night celebrating how amazing that show was,” I remind him, choosing not to comment on his important step. “I can’t be getting around all night with your cum spreading between my thighs.”
“Why the fuck not? It’ll be hot,” he grunts as he rolls his hips, taking me at a whole new angle and making me cry out with desperation, no longer caring if the whole crew can hear me come. “Plus, you know every time I see you squirming, I’ll know it’s because of me, and you know I can’t resist that.”
“Ezra,” I groan.
He shakes his head. “I’m not pulling out, Rae. I’m going to come hard and fast in this tight little cunt, and you’re going to take it all.”
Goddamn. This man.
“Don’t even pretend you don’t want it,” he continues. “You fucking hate it when I pull out. You always tighten your legs around me and pull me straight back in. You’ve always been so greedy for my cock.”
“You’re killing me,” I groan, feeling myself teetering on the very edge.
“What’s it gonna be, baby?” he demands through gritted teeth. “Am I pulling out or are you going to feel me between your thighs all fucking night and know that every step you take, I’ll be thinking about doing it all over again?”
Fuck.
How could I ever deny this wicked man?
“I want you to come in me,” I tell him as my walls begin to tremble, and my vision blurs with the intense need pulsing through me. “Oh God! Don’t you dare pull out.”
I throw my head back, and his lips come down on my neck, his tongue swiping over my sensitive skin. “Never,” he murmurs against my skin. “Now give me what I want.”
And with that, I explode in a rush of beaming color, my orgasm blasting through me like a rocket, sailing through my veins and traveling right into my fingertips. My skin is on fire as my walls wildly spasm around his thick cock. It’s more than I can take, and just when I thought it couldn’t get better, Ezra comes hard and fast, deep in my pussy, just like he said he would.
“Holy shit,” I pant, clutching him tighter as the sweetest satisfaction pulses through my body.
Ezra slows his movement, both of us exhausted as we struggle to catch our breath. “Baby, the way your sweet pussy clenches around me . . . fuck. I’ll never get enough of you.”
“I don’t want you to ever have enough of me,” I tell him as his forehead drops to mine, breathing me in. “I want you always coming back for more.”
“As long as you’re breathing, Rae, I’ll be right here, on my knees, begging for more,” he tells me. “You’re the sun in my fucking sky. I don’t know how to be without you. Every fucking day is an adventure with you, a journey I can’t wait to take, and every morning when I wake up and look into those big blue eyes, I fall even more in love with you. I don’t know what I would have done if it had been some other guy who walked into your home all those years ago and stole you away.”
I lift my chin and brush my lips across his as he holds me to his chest. “All those words just to say you love me,” I whisper, closing my eyes and enjoying this moment of peace within his arms. “Who would have known you were such a softie?”
A grin pulls at my lips, and as I feel Ezra pull back, I open my eyes and can’t help but laugh at the bland expression on his face. “Shut the fuck up and tell me you love me.”
My eyes crinkle from the way my smile lifts my cheeks, and I lock my arms around his neck, pulling him back in. “I love you, Ezra Knight,” I tell him, my lips barely a breath away from his. “I’ve loved you as a thirteen-year-old girl who didn’t know what the hell she was getting herself into. I loved you as an obsessed teen, jealous of all the other girls who wanted you too. I loved you when I hated you. I loved you when I stood by and watched you eulogize my brother. And I’ve never loved you more than when you taught me how to heal. You’re my world, Ezra, and no matter how many times the words I love you come out of my mouth, they can’t possibly do justice for the all-consuming way I feel for you. I will love you for the rest of my life, every day more than the last, but it will never be enough. I will never get enough. A million lifetimes with you isn’t even enough.”
“A million lifetimes, huh?”
“A million,” I confirm.
“Well shit, Raleigh Knight,” he murmurs as a slow grin stretches across his lips. “Who would have known you were such a softie?”
I let out a breath and give him a hard stare. I should have known better.
“Asshole.”
“Right back at ya, baby,” he says, setting me back on my feet and bracing a hand against my waist until I’m balanced.
He picks up my pants, separating my thong from my jeans, and as he hands me my jeans, I watch with a slack jaw as he slips my thong into his pocket. “You know what?” he says as a mischievous grin pulls at his stupidly gorgeous face. “I don’t think you’ll be needing these.”
The fucker slips away, and as the sound of his wicked laugh fills the backstage area, I hastily pull my jeans up my thighs. Right away, I can feel his cum spreading between my thighs, and I vow that if Ezra Knight wants to play dirty, then I will be more than happy to rise to the occasion.
And if a war of stolen thongs is what he wants, then a war is what he’ll get. But he better be prepared because I plan to play dirty, and I have it on good authority that the one thing he can’t resist is when I’ve been a bad, bad girl.