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EPILOGUE
A month later …
“I’m not sure about this.” I sat on the side of our bed, cuddling Killer. He’d tolerate it for short periods, but the way his butt was wriggling my time was nearly up. Puppies tended to only have two speeds in my limited experience. Stop and go. It wasn’t unusual to find him fast asleep face down in his food bowl now and then after a hard day’s playing.
“What do you want to do?” asked Mal.
“I don’t know.”
He looked around our bedroom, leaning a hip against the end of our brand-new gigantic four-poster bed. Mal had insisted we needed it and gone into great detail regarding plans for its usage. Apparently I was to play the part of the sacrificial lamb, regularly tied down and offered up to the gods of oral sex. As a fate, I found this to be not even remotely dire. Also, the bed was a far sturdier structure than the one from my apartment. If and when we decided to do more bed jumping, he assured me this one wouldn’t die on us.
Mal made living fun. But today was a different matter entirely.
“They’ll start arriving soon,” he said. “You’ve been working your ass off. The food’s all ready. Everything’s organized and you wanted to do this. This was your idea. But if you really think turning tail and running away like a cowardly little lion is best, then that’s okay with me too. I’ll even help you live with the shame and regret for the rest of your life.”
I slumped. “Oh god, you bastard.”
“I love you, pumpkin.”
“I love you too. I’m just not very good at this stuff.” I set Killer down and he immediately chased down the empty Diet Coke bottle. It was his favorite toy since being forced to give up eating Mal’s Chucks. His unofficial aunts, Lizzy, Ev, and Lauren bought him every dog treat and toy under the sun, but he would not be swayed from his redneck ways. Best dog ever.
Someone knocked on the door out in the living room area.
Killer might have been my first birthday present. But the real one was the condo opposite David and Ev’s, where Mal and I now lived together. Pets were allowed there. What did you say to a guy who bought a condo so you could have the dog you missed out on as a child? Actually, I didn’t say anything. I gave him a blow job once I stopped crying. He seemed to appreciate it. Besides, he already knew I loved him. I pretty much told him constantly.
Someone knocked on the door, again.
My shoulders jumped.
“Ready?” he asked.
I nodded. He held his hand out to me and I took it, letting him lead me through the hallway, into the living room.
“You won’t leave?” I asked, hating the way my knees were knocking.
“I won’t leave. I’ll be at your side the whole time.”
“Okay.” I smiled. “Not that I’m some pathetic weakling using you for a crutch or a safety blanket or anything.”
“Hey,” he said, grasping my chin gently. “You’ve been my crutch for the last month and a half. Given me whatever I needed whenever you could. We lean on each other, pumpkin. It’s all good.”
“Thank you.”
He sketched a bow. “Thank you.”
It was ridiculous really, what a monster I’d made of this situation in my head. But I could slay dragons with him at my side. Without a doubt. I stood up straight, took a deep breath. “I’m fine.”
“Yeah, you are. All of our friends are coming. Everyone’s got your back, Anne,” he said. “This will be the best day before Thanksgiving dinner ever.”
We were spending the actual Thanksgiving at his eldest sister’s place in Idaho. Lori had died not long after we flew back to Coeur d’Alene, the day after our reunion. It had hit Mal hard. It still hit him hard, but there’d been no more slamming his fist into walls or wiping out a bottle of Jack Daniel’s every other night. He did get quiet and withdrawn sometimes. He always came back to me, though.
“You can do this,” he said. And I believed him.
He opened the door and there stood Lizzy and Mom. Mom gave me a cautious smile. Her carrot-colored hair had more gray in it than I remembered and lines softened her face. If anything, she seemed more nervous than me, the way her fingers were clasped tight in front of her.
“Hi, Mom.” I stepped forward, almost kissing her cheek but not quite. It was a really close call. Maybe next time. “Mom, this is Mal. Mal, this my mother, Jan.”
“Hey, Jan. Nice to meet you.” Mal moved forward to greet her, all smiles. But his hand never left mine.
Worry lined Mom’s face further at the sight of Mal. Her words were nice enough, however, as they exchanged pleasantries. Everything would be fine. We’d get through this. Because the fact was, my life here was good. It had been before Mal came along. And now it was even better. Astronomically so. If my mom and I could move forward and have some sort of functioning relationship, then that was great. If not, I’d survive.
“Come see their place, Mom. It’s gorgeous. Mal bought it for Anne for her birthday.” Lizzy winked at me, ushering Mom past us and into the condo. Giving me a moment to catch my breath, bless her.
I was extremely fortunate because our home was, indeed, gorgeous. The floor was covered in a very cool, slightly sparkly, black Italian tile. Our walls were pristine white and the furniture gray with splashes of turquoise. Despite the layout being the same, it had a different feel to it than Ev and David’s place. Speaking of which, they made excellent neighbors. They loved puppysitting Killer. Or at least Ev did. David still bore some resentment over my dog’s chewing of a leather guitar strap or two and peeing on their rug. Some people were so judgy.
Mal and David hung out often, with Ben and Jimmy drifting between their own places and the two condos. The Stage Dive Family never blinked at my inclusion. Something I was profoundly grateful for. They’d even made sure Lizzy felt welcome. Though her continuing crush on Ben still gave me pause.
“Check out the size of their bathtub, Mom.” Lizzy’s voice drifted down the hall along with Mom’s answering words of admiration. It was a big tub. And Mal and I made full use of it. I hardly missed the old claw foot tub from the apartment at all.
“All good?” he asked me quietly, ignoring Killer’s scratching at his jeans-clad leg.
“Yes.” I turned my face up to his and slipped my hand around his neck. Without a word, he leaned in, fitting his mouth to mine and giving me everything and then some. By the time he finished I was breathing heavy, feeling flushed.
“Break it up.” Ben groaned, swinging a bouquet of bright flowers in one hand. “You’ve got guests, for fuck’s sake.”
“Aw, that’s sweet. You bring me flowers, Benny?” Mal asked, rubbing a hand up and down my back.
“Hell no. I bought your hot girlfriend flowers.” He handed the heavy bunch over to my waiting arms.
“Thank you, Ben.” I smiled, charmed.
“Well, your hot girlfriend and her equally hot little sister.”
I narrowed my eyes at him.
The big man smiled. Such a shit stirrer.
“Where’s the rest of them?” asked Ben. He scooped up Killer and then settled himself in the corner of the couch, turning on the TV. With one hand he flicked through channels, with the other he proceeded to rile up my puppy. Soon crazed baby-sized barks, snapping, and growling filled the air. Killer adored Mal, but Ben wasn’t too far behind in his doggy affections.
“They’ll be here soon,” said Mal.
“You heard Lena quit?”
I just about jumped. “What? No. When?”
“Couple of days ago. Jimmy is not pleased.”
Mal gave a low whistle but otherwise didn’t comment. His gaze went to the hallway, where Mom and Lizzy were winding up their tour on account of them running out of places to look.
“Quick,” Mal said, bringing his face close to mine.
“What?”
“This.” He covered my mouth with his, sliding his tongue into my mouth. Generally kissing me stupid. Whatever mocking statement Ben made, I missed it. Only kissing Mal mattered. His hands cupped my ass, fingers kneading. My toes curled and my senses went wild. By the time he pulled back, my lips were wet and most definitely so were things downstairs. It took a long minute for me to catch my breath.
“Can’t make out in front of your mom,” he explained. “Oops. I kinda fucked up your lipstick. More than last time even. Sorry.”
“It was worth it.”
“Was it?” he asked, heat and affection and a hundred other things shining in his beautiful green eyes.
“Oh, yeah. You’re the best.” I grinned back at him.
“Pumpkin, hello. Of course I am!”
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Any lyrics come courtesy of Soviet X-Ray Record Club. You can learn more about the band here: www.sovietxrayrecordclub.com
Many thanks to my awesome agent Amy Tannenbaum, my beyond wonderful editor Rose Hilliard at St Martin’s Press, Cate, Haylee, Danielle and everyone at Macmillan Australia (you rock), everyone at Macmillan UK, and to Joel, Mark and Tara at Momentum. Also, thank you to Chas and everyone at Rockstar PR and Literary Services for all your hard work.
Big thanks to my beta and crit queens: Jo (you’re not quite as bad as I make you out to be, mostly), Sali Benbow-Powers, Kendall Ryan, and Hang Le. The time you spend and care you invest in giving me your honest opinion is always appreciated.
Thanks to my friends, Joanna Wylde, Kim Karr, Katy Evans, Kim Jones, and Renee Carlino for being the wealth of sanity and support that they are.
Thank you to all the bloggers and readers, especially to Dear Author, Jen and Gitte from Totally Booked, Aestas, Natasha is a Book Junkie, Maryse, The Rock Stars of Romance, Smut Book Club, Shh Mom’s Reading, Up All Night Book Blog, Smexy Books, The Book Pushers, Twinsie Talk, Book Chatter Cath, Katrina, Dawn, Under the Covers, Kaetrin, Amber, Angie, Lori, and all of my Groupie Girls. Without a doubt I’ve forgotten important people who have been kind and supportive. My apologies and thank you very much. I wish I could give you all your own rock star for Christmas.
About Kylie Scott
Kylie is a long-time fan of erotic love stories and B-grade horror films. She demands a happy ending and if blood and carnage occur along the way then all the better. Based in Queensland, Australia, with her two children and one wonderful husband, she reads, writes, and never dithers around on the internet.
Please check out www.kylie-scott.com to see her other work.
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Lick
Praise for the Stage Dive Series
“The stuff my rock star dreams are made of. A thrill-ride. I felt every stomach-dip in the process. And I want to turn right around and ride it again. Every girl that’s ever had a rock-star crush, this would be the ultimate fantasy.” —Maryse’s Book Blog “This book rocked my world!! Lick is an addictive blend of heart-warming passion and light-hearted fun. It’s a story you can lose yourself in. The perfect rock star romance!” —Aestas Book Blog “An engrossing, sexy, and emotional read.” —Dear Author “Scrumptious and delicious. Firmly in my top ten best books this year!”—The Book Pushers
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