Alys and especially Lili were not too happy with me. I didn’t blame them. I hadn’t manned up and defended my woman, and even I didn’t like my own excuse for that. It wasn’t Brigid’s words that had hurt Kenna as much as the fact that I’d done nothing about them in response.

The things my Baby Girl did to me twisted me up inside, making me pant after her like a fucking thirteen-year-old who’d just discovered his boner. Brigid was nothing compared to her.

“I love you,” I told her softly, wanting her to hear but not wanting to wake her up.

She smiled again, and I thought my heart would burst because it was that full.

“Love you, too.”

Splat!

My heart exploded inside my rib cage and demanded it be healed with a kiss. I tried to be gentle, just brush my mouth against hers for a quick taste. But she kissed me back and snuck her hand down my front to caress my dick, and I was fuckin’ done for.

I was twenty-eight years old, and this woman had the power to have me up and running like a fuckin’ teenager. I’d had more sex with my Baby Girl in the last ten months than the last ten years of my life. My dick wasn’t mine anymore. It belonged wholly to Kenna.

Her soft hand wrapped around it, and I felt her smile against my lips.

“Lie back,” she whispered.

“Kiss me first.”

Fuck me, she did. She was the best fuckin’ kisser, too. Her hand kept on stroking me nice and slow, just the way I liked it.

“Fuck, Kenna,” I groaned when she pulled away.

“Lie back.”

I obeyed my woman, closing my eyes, as she kissed her way down.

Oh, fuck yes.

I loved her mouth on my dick. There was something so fuckin’ sublime about it. There was nothing as amazing as her pussy, but her mouth was a serious fuckin’ contender.

“Uhhh…”

Her hot tongue licked from my nuts to my head before she swallowed me down. I opened my eyes to watch her. Damn, Kenna was gorgeous. Her green eyes looked up into mine, and I was lost.

“Sit on my face,” I begged.

She took me into her throat, her eyes laughing at me, and shook her head.

“Please?”

Again, she shook her head, makin’ my dick slip around in her mouth.

“How can I make you—oh God—come if you don’t—fuuuck—sit on my face?”

Shit, she was driving me insane with her mouth and eyes. My tailbone was starting to tingle, letting me know it was too good for me to last much longer.

“Aw, Baby…please? I know you love it—ohhh shit…” I really had to concentrate now ’cause I was thinking the same dirty shit I was trying to talk her into doing. “Fuckin’ let me taste your sweet slice.”

I was gonna fuckin’ blow. She pulled off me, but she kept rubbin’ my nuts, and that felt good, too.

“You’re killin’ me.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yuh-huh. Come sit on my face, Kenna. I promise to treat you real good.”

“I know you would.”

Reaching down, I cupped her cheek, rubbing my thumb over her swollen lips. Fuck, she was so beautiful. My tailbone was tingling something fierce now.

“I wanna taste you, too,” I told her.

“But then I can’t watch you.”

True. I understood where she was coming from.

“Then, fuckin’ ride me, woman. I wanna watch you come, too.”

Laughter bubbled out of her, and there wasn’t anything more enchanting than the sound of my woman laughing.

“Ride me,” I begged, winded.

Grinning and biting her lip, she straddled my waist, grasping my dick with one hand and bracing herself against my chest with the other, and then she slid down, taking all of me.

Always so fuckin’ wet for me.

Hands had minds of their own, just like dicks. They liked the soft feel of curves to hold on to, and mine skimmed up Kenna’s thighs to hold on to her hips. She rose up and sank back down, making my tailbone zing.

“Shit, I might not last, Baby,” I groaned.

“I don’t mind.”

I do!

Hips had minds of their own, too. Mine couldn’t sit the fuck still when I was inside her. Each fuckin’ downstroke of hers, I thrust up, wanting to be deeper, to feel more of her. Sliding my hands up her sides, they found her tits, squeezing and pulling on her nipples. She started making those fucking noises.

“Come for me, Kenna. I can’t—”

My whole spine shivered with it. I was trying so hard to hold back, but those fuckin’ sexy noises had the power to push me right over the edge. Her head dropped back, and she was riding me with all she had. I stared, transfixed by the sight of her. She was beauty and love and peace and serenity and faith and healing and…

My hands slipped, going around her waist, feeling how her muscles bunched and stretched as she rode me to the end, squeezing me to the point of pain.

Done. Gone. Mind blown.

I screamed. I always screamed with her. But the rushing in my ears drowned most of it out. I hardly used to make a sound before, never finding it necessary, but Kenna…she took me for all I had. If I didn’t scream when I came with her, I’d blow more than my load.

My arms dragged her into me, crushing her close. I could feel her heart pounding in time with my own.

My Baby Girl. My other half. My whole fuckin’ life.

Savannah welcomed us with a fuckin’ heat wave. We arrived early evening the next day and were all down for getting a hotel instead of running the generator all night on the bus.

Sweetness.

I had one more night alone with my Baby Girl, and we totally killed that fuckin’ bed.

Checking out early the next morning, we all headed into a diner for some non-organic breakfast. The food we’d been fed by Lewis and Kenna was the best. It’d tasted fuckin’ out of this world and made us feel good. But a man liked waffles with sausage and bacon and eggs and hash browns and some white fuckin’ toast every now and then. All right, I got the whole wheat because Kenna’s eyes were shooting green death rays at me.

Despite the death rays, I was in a fan-fuckin’-tastic mood. It might or might not have had something to do with the fact that I’d pounded the fuck out of my woman for the last two nights, but it didn’t really matter because she was feeling good about herself again.

“There’s a change in the lineup for the crap stage,” mentioned Sheri. “But these guys will be going as far as Orlando, so there’s no need to rush out and see them. Kenna, would you mind giving a treatment or two today for a couple of the roadies?”

“Sure,” she replied.

“Lili and I can still check out the bands,” said Alys. “We’ll let her know if we hear anything worth writing up on.”

Sheri nodded. “Good thinking. Lewis, do you need to go out and get food?”

“Yeah. I was hoping Kenna could go with me—”

“No worries, man. I’ll go with you,” I told him.

“Sweet.”

Wrapping up breakfast, we headed outside while Sheri paid.

“You think you got time to crack and stab me today, Baby Girl?” I asked Kenna as I pulled her into my arms.

“Yeah. Around one o’clock?”

“Mmm…sounds good. Anything you want me to get you while I’m out with Lewis?”

Kenna got a pensive look on her face before she replied, “No. I don’t think so.”

I rolled my eyes. “Organic chocolate or some such shit?”

Laughing, she gave me a quick squeeze. “Pick up some organic chocolate or some such shit if you want.”

“Maybe I will.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

She was good, real good. I could feel it in my heart and hear it in my head. It was something like fiddles dancing around in there. She was happy, feeling confident, and I loved it.

“Love you,” I whispered to her after a quick kiss.

“Love you, too.”

It had been brought to my attention that we ate a lot of fuckin’ food. And by we, I was thinking it was more me. Connor could chow down. I’d seen the fucker eat just as much as I could after a show. But after shopping with Lewis, I had a new appreciation for what he and Kenna put up with.