Blessed Fate by Hb Heinzer Page B

back to sex, expecting her to storm off the bus, refusing to speak to me. I was more than a little surprised to see that she seemed to be thinking about what I said, hoping that she was realizing we already had everything couples have except for that. We had been best friends for years, we knew each other's deepest secrets and fears and we slept side by side every night. When laid out like that, we had a stronger foundation for a successful relationship than a lot of couples out there.
    She had no comeback for my statement other than a shrug, so I decided to push the issue and hopefully get her to laugh a bit. "Okay, so why not end this silly ass game you're playing and say you'll give us a shot? Because you know I'm right, the sex would be epic. Mind blowing . We'll make the crew on the other bus blush."
    "You think pretty highly of yourself, don't you?" She laughed. Laughing's better than telling me to go to Hell.
    "I do. And you know I'm right." I wrapped my arms around her, pressing her body tightly to mine, hoping she could feel my heart pounding in my chest the same way it did whenever I thought of a future with her. "So, does that mean you're done fighting me on this?"
    "You know, you really make me sound like a bitch when you put it that way."
    "No, I'm pretty sure you're the one who called yourself a psycho bitch after the last time I brought up the subject. I'm just asking if you're conceding."
    "No, I'm not conceding. That makes it sounds like I'm defeated, and that somehow seems the opposite of how I should feel going into a new relationship."
    That was all I needed to hear! I jumped out of the bench seat pulling Rain with me. "Thank you!" Without thinking about it, my lips crushed against hers in a series of fast, hard kisses, spinning her around in the aisle. If anyone had told me I would fight for the affection of one woman for five years, I would have told him he was insane. Now, I had, and I finally got through to her.
    I leaned against the counter watching her walk to the back bedroom, still trying to wrap my head around how much differently that discussion turned out than I thought it would.
    My will to stay in the living area of the bus quickly faded as I pictured Rain alone in our bedroom, naked as she changed for our show. I wanted to see and feel her bare skin against mine, run my hands along every curve my hands had innocently touched as we slept.
    Now that I had her, I intended to do everything possible to show her how much she meant to me. That meant I had to stay strong and resist the urge to make her mine. With so much of our relationship to this point revolving around our band, I wanted to make memories that were only ours, completely independent of anything involving Blessed Tragedy. I wasn't about to cheapen the first time I made love to her by having it be on the back of a tour bus; that was a place previously reserved for meaningless encounters with nameless women.
    When I walked into the bedroom, promising myself I was going to do nothing more than talk to my girl, every thought rushed out of my head as she leaned into the closet wearing only a hot pink lace bra and matching bikini panties. I stalked over to the closet, wrapped my arms around her waist and tossed her onto the bed.
    As I lowered my body over hers, I kept repeating to myself that I would not take her on the bus, that I had to stop this before things went too far. "You have no clue how long I've waited to do this," I breathed into her ear, gently nipping at her lobe before showering her with gentle kisses along her jaw and back up to her mouth.
    I straddled my body over hers, not allowing my weight to rest on top of her. If I felt the heat from her core against me, I was certain I would either explode or lose the ability to wait until we were off tour to have her.
    My teeth grazed across her bottom lip, gently tugging, begging entrance into her mouth. Her lips parted slightly, allowing me to taste her cinnamon gum as my tongue