2. Kiki #2
He shrugged. “I just told them my girlfriend loved this band and asked them nicely if we could go in front.”
I hid a smile, because of course he had.
I turned back to the stage but leaned back against Kyle, reaching back to hold him to me, wanting him close.
Night had fallen completely, and the stage lights cast a pink-and-purple glow over all of us watching. Around me, the diehard fans sang every word, and I joined in, knowing them all by heart.
I moved against Kyle, keeping the beat in my body, each pound of drums, each twang of the guitar, and every word falling from the singer’s lips joining together in a heady swirl.
His arm came around me, his hand resting just below my tits, his thumb settling just between them in a place that somehow felt more intimate than when he was inside me. There was something a little bit possessive about it, the touch too obviously personal to be casual.
It shouldn’t have surprised me. The man had been telling me he loved me for weeks. He told people I was his girlfriend.
I had struggled to believe any of it.
The band changed songs, and suddenly the first few bars of my favorite floated through the night air. My heart leaped, and I dug my fingers into the side of Kyle’s leg. “They’re playing ‘Everleigh’!”
I closed my eyes, swaying to the beat, wanting to sing along, but also wanting to hear the singer’s voice as he sang the lyrics I knew so well it was like they were ingrained in my chest.
Kyle moved with me, his hips against my ass, rocking side to side in the darkness, surrounded by people and yet feeling like it was just him, me, and the band.
He lowered his mouth to kiss my neck, and I reached up to hook my arm around his, enjoying the feel of him there.
“You know what I think about when you play this song?” he whispered in my ear.
I shook my head.
His lips brushed over my ear. “I think about the little girl we’ll have one day. And we’ll name her Everleigh.”
I froze. And then spun around to face him, staring up at him with eyes so wide they kind of hurt. “Why would you say that?” I asked over the music.
He shrugged. “Because it’s true.” And then he frowned. “It doesn’t have to be Everleigh. I just thought it was pretty, and you love this song so much that it seemed a good fit—”
I pressed my finger to his lips. “I love you.”
He did a double take. “You what?”
I grinned at him. “I love you.”
Something in his expression changed. He was always soft and gentle, but it was there more than ever as he stared down at me. “You’ve never said that back to me before.”
I swallowed thickly, giving up our spot at the barrier and pulling him off to the side of the stage, where nobody stood because the view was terrible.
But the only view I wanted was him.
He stood there, right there in front of me, looking like the man I wanted for the rest of my life. “I was waiting for you to realize I’m just a club girl.”
He frowned at that. “You’ve never been that to me.”
I leaned my forehead against his bare chest, inhaling the scent of his skin while I pressed my lips to him. And then I laughed. “You really named our future baby?”
He chuckled and grinned down at me. “Babies, actually.”
I widened my eyes. “How many are we having?”
“At least four.”
I blinked. “Four? Are you serious?”
“Deadly. Everleigh. Delilah. Tanzie. And Lulu.”
“We’re having four girls? You don’t want a boy?”
He gripped my chin. “I don’t care. As long as you’re their mother.”
“You’re insane,” I whispered to him, high on everything he was. I pushed up on my toes to kiss his mouth.
“Not insane,” he murmured over my lips. “I just know what I want. And that’s you. It’s been you since the moment we met.”
I shook my head. “You don’t even know what it’s like to be with other women.”
He stared at me like I’d just said the stupidest thing ever, a little bit of anger, which was so unusual for him, creeping in. “You think I need to fuck someone else to appreciate what I have right here?”
I shrugged, knowing full well I was self-sabotaging because I’d been rejected so many times in the past I didn’t know any other feeling. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
He glared at me. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.
The only person I’m fucking tonight, or any night, is you, Kiki.
When the hell are you going to believe that?
How many times do I have to say I love you before you know it’s true?
I’m not going anywhere.” He gripped both sides of my face, tilting it until there was nothing but the raging truth in his eyes.
“I have no money. No house of my own. No ring. Nothing to fucking offer you other than me. But I’ve always been yours.
Not because you were my first. But because you were always going to be my last.”
My eyes filled with tears that spilled down over his hands. “What are you saying?” I whispered, forgetting where we were. Forgetting there were thousands of people in this open field, with bands playing, and carnival rides.
And this beautiful man, saying everything I’d ever dreamed of, and me unable to believe any of it was really happening.
“I’m saying I don’t need a ring on your finger to know you’re my girl. But if you do—”
“I don’t,” I said in a rush, and found I really meant it. Because the raw honesty in Kyle’s expression, in his voice, in the way he touched me, was all I needed.
He grinned. “You want to be my old lady, Kiki?”
A smile spread across my face, because that was a marriage proposal by club standards.
And it was the easiest yes I’d ever given.