Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Told myself a lot of things back then.
The opening notes hit, and Winona struts out in something silver and tight that catches and amplifies every light in the arena, her curves on full display as that familiar jealousy spikes inside of me. I know men are lusting after her. I know she would never lust back, but it still nearly puts me into a murderous rage, just knowing their eyes are enjoying what’s fucking mine. In approximately ninety minutes, I tell myself, I’ll be rage-fucking my jealousy into her tight cunt once again.
Or her ass. Or maybe between her tits.
Or all of the above.
My whole body clenches as she finds me in the wings like she always does. Just one quick glance, a secret smile, and I have to grip the stroller handle to keep from storming out there and throwing her over my shoulder.
The kids are both wearing custom sound-deadening earphones, because the volume of the music at this distance is no fucking joke. I’m as protective of them as I am of my wife.
Five years married. Three kids. And the hunger just keeps getting fucking worse.
I manage her now. Every contract, every tour date, every interview request is filtered through me, because I trust exactly no one else with her career. Or her safety. Or her anything. Six guards rotate shifts around her, all ex-military, all handpicked, all aware that if they so much as look at her too long, I will personally rearrange their skeletal structure.
Joey is still around as well. He’s still her driver whenever I’m not around. One of the few people I trust to be with her without me.
Paranoid? Maybe.
Rose was good to her for a while, then I secretly found out they were putting her on a diet. Throwing out these little digs at her about her weight. I shut that shit down fast, and I’ve been in charge since. Losing that agency didn’t matter. She had already built a fandom, and we leaned hard into the body-positive aspect of my babygirl.
She’s healthy, her body is her body, and I make sure she eats right. If she carries those lush curves around, and she’s happy? That’s all that matters.
But I spent too many years watching her from a distance, wanting what I couldn't have. Now that she's mine, I'm not taking any chances.
Doesn't help that she still tests me. She wears things she knows will drive me insane. Forgets to eat before shows, even though I've told her a hundred goddamn times. Posts photos online that make my phone blow up with comments from men who don't know how close they are to death just for typing.
Little rebellions, little sparks, and I used to think she was just being a brat, until I figured out what she actually needed.
When I take control, something in her goes quiet. All that noise in her head, all the anxiety, the pressure of being perfect for all these people, it just... stops. She doesn't have to think. Doesn't have to decide. Just has to be mine, and let me handle the rest.
So when she pushes, I push back harder. And we both end up exactly where we need to be.
Catrina's somewhere in the venue with Stanley and Ruby, and isn't that a mindfuck? My wife's mother, sober three years now, babysitting our older two while I count down the minutes until I can bury myself inside her daughter.
After that day when she walked in on us, she didn't speak to us for six months. Except for making sure I paid for her new house and put her on a monthly allowance.
But time does strange things. She watched me hold Winona through three pregnancies, watched our son reach for me when he was scared, watched her daughter bloom into something radiant under my care. And eventually she stopped fighting it. Now she helps manage some of the accounting, runs a charity for low-income widows, and teaches Stanley to bake biscuits. I try not to think too hard about how fucking weird our family tree looks.
The set ends. Winona takes her bows, blows her kisses, and then she's bouncing toward me with her face flushed and her chest heaving.
And, God... God, I need her so badly my teeth ache.
"Daddy." She tucks herself against my free side, careful of Stella, pressing her sweaty forehead to my jaw. "How was I?"
How was she? Like she doesn't know she just brought twenty thousand people to their feet. Like she can't feel my cock throbbing against her hip.
"Nanny's meeting us at the hotel." I grip the back of her neck, feel her shiver. "Your mom's got the other two. And you've got about fifteen minutes before I stop being civilized."
She looks up at me with those eyes. The same ones that used to watch me while I read her bedtime stories, the same ones that rolled back in her head the first time I put my mouth on that perfect pink clit.