Eight
BALDWIN HOLLOWS
Roger destroyed my marriage?
I can’t believe what I heard. Do I make my marriage work? I don’t know what I’m doing right now. I’m with her for the next two weeks in close quarters. She’s asking me questions, and talking about music always relaxes me.
We are sitting at the tables in the cafeteria, talking and laughing while we eat.
We have about three hours before we need to get ready for the show.
The opening two acts finish up their soundchecks.
We always look for new bands to tour as our opening acts.
Tatum is talking to Macy as they laugh about something.
I’m staring at her as Aaron sits down next to me.
“You going to fix your marriage?” He point-blank stares at me.
“I signed the divorce papers.”
“I know. Macy told me it turned out to be Roger and Trixie. It was Trixie’s email address. They set you up. I think we need a new manager. Roger has been trying to change too much lately.” Aaron is whispering.
“Are you serious? Tatum didn’t trust him when the record label gave him to us.”
“She knew something that we didn’t. We should’ve trusted her instinct,” Aaron tells me as he stands up from the table. I look back to where Tatum was standing but she’s no longer there. We head to the bus to relax and game a little bit. I walk onto the bus and the guys are sitting there with Roger.
“What’s going on?” I grab a bottle of Gatorade from the mini-fridge.
“We’re discussing having Tatum here.” Roger looks at me.
“Label approved it. You signed a contract.” I shrug.
“I think we need to get a replacement. Tatum has already messed with the vibe of the group.” Roger looks behind me. I turn my head over my shoulder to see what he’s looking at and Tatum’s standing there.
“How am I messing with the vibe? Or are you worried that your true colors are going to come out?” Tatum has her hair in a ponytail, wearing a black fitted tank top with the band’s logo and tight jeans. Her figure makes me want to take her to the back of the bus and fuck her hard.
“See what I mean?” Roger stands up and waves his arm at Tatum.
“She’s not messing with anything. Tatum knows us better than we know ourselves.
” Stuart’s talking. “She’s going to know how to portray us the right way, so this is great publicity.
She stays.” Roger opens his mouth to speak, but is cut off.
“We can easily call it quits if you want. Tatum stays and you’ll respect her like you do the other wives.
Now, we have a band ritual that we do before every show, so leave.
” My jaw drops when I hear Stuart order Roger gone.
Stuart heads toward the back of the bus and kisses Tatum’s cheek.
He walks into the bedroom and closes it.
Roger leaves, muttering how he's not going to allow this behavior towards him.
“I’m sorry that I’m causing problems. It wasn’t my intention,” Tatum says loud enough for me to hear her.
“You didn’t do anything.” I try to reassure her. “I’m sorry for my attitude earlier.”
“Don’t worry about it. I deserve it. I treated you like shit. I made you feel like you were a runner-up. Please believe me when I say it wasn’t like that.” Tatum’s voice is barely above a whisper.
“I know, baby.” I kiss her temple, then head into the living room area to play some games with the guys.
“Do you mind if I take some pictures of this to post on the blog?” Tatum asks us.
She starts taking pictures after we agree to it.
We’re all relaxed and enjoying our time together.
Macy and Tatum are looking at her computer while she uploads the photos.
They’re having a good time. It feels like the old days.
***End of Concert***
We are a sweaty mess after the concert. I couldn’t help being in a good mood knowing that Tatum’s standing there. I see her and she’s smiling. I stop walking and it hits me that I want to fight for her. She’s my whole world.
Tatum’s laughing at something Christopher said. I didn’t hear it, but I know what I need to do. It feels like I’m power walking over to her. I grab her face and kiss her. I pull her close to me. Her hands run up my back and she moans into my mouth. Tatum touches her lips as we break apart.
“What?” Tatum’s shocked expression makes me smile.
“I love you. I don’t want a divorce because I want,” I take a deep breath, “No, I need you in my life.”
“I already ripped up the papers.” Tatum laughs. I pick her up and twirl her around. “Stay with me in a hotel room tonight. I want to have you and your body all night long."
"Good, because I want your cock in me right now." Tatum's voice is husky and low.
We say goodnight to everyone and call a taxi. We make out like teenagers in the backseat. Once we are in the hotel room, we waste no time.
Tatum kisses me as we strip off each other's cloths while stumbling to the bed. I feel the back of my legs hit the bed and Tatum pushes me back as she gets on her knees. Tatum starts pumping my cock in her right hand as her left hand plays with my balls.
“Oh, God. I’ve been dreaming of this since we fucked in your apartment.
” I moan. My cock is growing with each pump.
The pre-cum starts to leak out of the tip.
Tatum licks my tip like an ice cream cone before taking all seven inches of me into her mouth.
Tatum’s moving up and down. She moans and it vibrates on my cock.
“You’re killing me with your mouth.” I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of Tatum’s mouth and hands on my body.
“Shoot me and put me out of my misery,” I beg as she swirls her tongue around the head of my cock.
“I think you’re the one who needs to be shooting there, cowboy.” Tatum winks at me after removing my hard cock from her mouth. “Now, stop distracting me so I can continue my fun.” I lick my lips as she makes sure her tongue touches every inch of my cock.
Tatum’s teeth lightly graze my already sensitive tip as she puts my cock back into her mouth.
I shiver when Tatum’s breathing starts to quicken.
I take her long brown hair into my fist to hold her there so she’s not able to move up or down my cock.
Tatum swallows with my cock in her mouth and it twitches.
Tatum rolls my balls in her fingers. I close my eyes, taking in every feeling of her tongue, teeth, and fingers.
I’m so excited and turned on. I don’t want to come right now because this feels so damn magical, but it hurts to refrain.
Tatum does this thing with her lips where it looks like she’s smirking as she takes her tongue to lick the tip of my cock.
I roll my eyes into the back of my head.
Tatum grabs the base of my cock and starts pumping and I can’t hold it in anymore.
As I come, I feel Tatum humming and vibrating my cock.
“Oh damn,” I mutter, falling back onto the bed. I feel hands moving up my thighs and the bed around me sinks. Tatum’s straddling me and when I opened my eyes to look at her, she’s smiling.
“I love you, Baldwin.”
“I love you too."