Beneath the Burn (62 page)

He moaned, smiled. “Now, you finish my tattoo.”

She did, naked and humming. Six hours later, her back ached, her hand was numb, but her heart was light and purring with eagerness.

She led him back to the bathroom and turned his back to the mirror. Chewing a nail, she calmed under his gaze. There were no more mountains between them. Exposed, vulnerable, and fearless with one another, they couldn’t have been any closer. “Okay. Take a look.”

“I leveled the house in Canada.” He pulled her hand from her mouth and traced the skin between her fingers. “Burned down the shed and rebuilt on the land. I want to live there again. I could hunt like my father. The cabin has a studio. I could write music there.” He entwined their fingers. “Live there with me. The landscapes and wildlife are some of the most picturesque countryside in the world. You could sketch the terrain from the back porch. Or I could hire a pilot to take you town where you could tattoo—”

“I would love to.” She raised their hands and kissed his knuckles. For the first time in nine years, she let herself imagine a future without Roy. Dreamy as it was, it gave her power. Jay deserved that future, and she would do anything to make sure he got it.

His gorgeous smile filled his face, and he held up the mirror. Long moments passed. His smile faltered, his gaze fixed on the reflection in his hand.

The black flames danced over his back, reaching for his shoulders and giving an illusion of melting skin in its path. The skin, a blend of real and drawn scars, shriveled away, exposing peeks of riveted steel beneath.

Pride buzzed through her bloodstream. If he didn’t tell her he loved it, she’d…she’d give him a stiff knee to the happy sacks.

He lowered the mirror and set it on the counter. Slowly, irritatingly, his gaze climbed to meet hers. Expression unreadable, he stared at her for a few breathless seconds.

She opened her mouth to demand a response, and his arms came around her, lips falling over hers. His tongue stroked, his kiss tender and giving. It spiraled through her and curled her toes.

Pulling her close, he caressed her with the slide of lips, the nuzzle of his nose. His cheek burned over her face as he trailed kisses over her jaw. Returning to her mouth, he fed her his appreciation, nourishing her, loving her.

Fuck words. Actions were louder. She melted in his arms and decided it was the safest place she could ever be.

79

Bands of natural light leaked through the privacy curtain of Jay’s bunk. A murmur of voices whispered in from the front lounge. He rubbed his eyes and pressed a kiss into the mass of red hair tangled over his pillow. He thought his lips met Charlee’s cheekbone. Maybe her jaw. Hard to tell under that thick, gorgeous mane.

Careful not to wake her, he tugged on a pair of shorts and crawled out. Joints creaking, he tumbled into the aisle. The skin was tight around his two-day old tat. He loved that feeling, a reminder of her gift and the permanence of its hold.

He hadn’t paid her for her work, but he didn’t need to. What she didn’t know was he’d made her co-owner on all his accounts, and she was now the sole beneficiary in his will. His parents’ mistake wouldn’t be repeated, and Charlee would never be without money again.

He took a piss, brushed his teeth, and strode through the lounge, giving Tony and Nathan a chin lift. When Ella looked up from her laptop and smiled, he reluctantly smiled back.

“Mornin’, Jay! Don’t you forget to check that schedule now,” she called after him as he jumped down the stairs to the exit.

She greeted him every day with the same prompting. He refused to remind her a third time that one of the few things he liked about touring was stumbling off the bus when he woke, comatose and foggy, not knowing where they were or what time it was. Unawareness had a calming effect.

His bare feet hit the rocky ground, and he stretched his arms to the mist-laden sky. Four waiting guards flanked him as he crossed the lot to the guardrail. High above the terrain, the rolling landscape extended for miles in every direction.

Lush green hills emerged from wisps of ground-hovering clouds. The humid air plastered to his skin, the aroma mossy and alive. The single building of bathrooms and rows of parking spaces stood out in the otherwise undeveloped scenic overlook. That and the parade of buses and Suburbans.

The surreal vista swayed in waves of silver green, rich with life and energy. Not unlike his state of mind. His thoughts were light, his heart lighter. His triggers seemed to have surrendered with his memories. It was as though he’d scaled a mountain and had roosted at the top.

Footsteps crunched on the gravel, approaching from behind. “We’re in Northern Arkansas. Pretty, ain’t it?” Ella asked.

His shoulders shot to his ears. So much for the calming effect. He kept his gaze fixed on the view.

She stepped around him and offered a mug of coffee. “You don’t like me, do ya?”

Accepting the cup, he raised it to his mouth. It was the Hawaiian blend he kept in the back of the cabinet. Dark roast and black, the way he liked it. No surprise she’d been paying attention. “I don’t like anyone. Ask around.” He didn’t like any of his tour managers. They were too often intrusive and demanding, assigning rigorous schedules and nagging endlessly about itineraries and travel expenses.

“I see.” Her face crumpled.

For fuck’s sake. “You’re a nice girl. Don’t take it personally. Just do your job
quietly
, and we’ll get along fine.”

She nodded, molding a smile in her creased expression. “We’re fixin’ to roll out in a few minutes. Gotta be in Little Rock in a couple hours. After the sound check, we need to check into the hotel suites—” Her gaze flicked over his shoulder, and her smile wavered.

Hands ambled around his waist, and a tight little body pressed against his lower back. He handed his mug to Ella and twisted in the circle of arms.

Darts of silver shimmered in the blue eyes smiling up at him. Heaven help him. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Her rosy lips bowed up. “Still not tired of hearing that.”

With one hand framing her face, he cupped the back of her thigh and lifted her to straddle his hips. She crossed her ankles over his ass and drew his bottom lip between hers.

He’d never get enough of this woman. He spread kisses over her mouth. “Mmm. Morning.”

“It’s four in the afternoon,” Ella huffed.

Charlee pushed her hands through his hair. “Mmm. Coffee. It tastes like morning on your lips.”

“Ella.” He nibbled and licked at Charlee’s mouth. “Some privacy?” Another nip. “We’ll be along shortly.”

“Sure thing.”

80

Three hours later, Charlee cruised the dining room in the rear of the Little Rock arena, one hand in Jay’s, the other gripping her growling stomach.

“You should’ve eaten on the bus.” He narrowed his eyes at her as he led her along the tables.

Brisket, sourdough rolls, coleslaw, potato salad, and a dozen other catered dishes scattered the surfaces. The hearty fragrance of liquid smoke and seasonings produced another rumble in her belly.

“Let’s see. Microwave burrito on the bus? Or catered meal? Hmm…” She slammed to a halt. “Oh, wow. Is that—”

She released his hand and lurched toward a small bowl filled with a smooth yellow mixture specked with green and orange chunks. She fumbled for a spoon and dug through it. Chopped eggs, pickles, oranges. She thought her favorite dish was her own secret concoction. Apparently, it was a catered side in Arkansas.

“What the hell is that?” He scrunched his nose.

“This is the way to my heart, Jay. Pay attention. Egg salad. Mandarin oranges. Chopped gherkins.” She cradled the bowl to her chest and shoveled in the first bite. The tangy sweet ambrosia launched her taste buds into a writhing orgasm. “Oh, God. I’m so not sharing this.”

His lips rolled, working to contain his laughter. “I don’t think you’ll be fighting anyone off.”

He was right about that. An hour later, she plodded after him to the edge of the stage, the entire bowl of egg salad pitching violently in her stomach. She perched on an Anvil case and wrapped her arms around her waist.

The din of screaming fans thundered from the stands, inciting a rip-roaring headache. She moaned.

“Charlee?” Brown eyes hovered as he squatted before her. His hand prodded her brow, cheek, and neck. “Fuck, she’s burning up.”

Another hand followed the same path, less gentle. “I’m going to take her to the hotel.” Nathan raised her chin and lifted one of her eyelids.

“Stop.” She swatted at his hand and a burn hit low in her belly, doubling her over.

“One minute till show time.” Faye skidded next to Jay, swiping a finger over her phone screen, with Ella on her heels. Faye glanced up. “Oh honey, you don’t look so good.”

“I’m fine.” Nausea twisted her insides. A chill chased the sweat on her spine. Ugh, she’d eaten too much.

The guitar intro tiptoed in, hushing the roar of the crowd. Jay remained in a crouch between her legs, worry wrinkling the skin around his eyes.

She spread clammy fingers over his cheek and attempted a smile. Her hand fell away, limp and trembling. Dammit. “Your fans are waiting. Go do your thing and blow them away.”

His jaw set, and his fists flexed on his thighs. He jerked his chin at Nathan. “Take all the guards with you except Tony.” Eyes boring into her, he rose, mouthed, “Love you.” Shifting into the shadowed corner beside her, he clicked a button on his headset and rolled into the first verse of
Running Up That Hill
, a Kate Bush cover song.

For a moment, the pain dimmed as she absorbed the calming tones of his timbre. He sang the song like
Placebo
, eerie and dark, a soul-deep vibration.

Another pang slammed into her. She cupped her mouth and swung her head, catching Nathan’s eyes.

He half-carried, half-ran her to the nearest bathroom. Standing over her, he gathered her hair as she heaved bile and eggs. After a few more violent projections, she gasped, spit, and slumped to the tile floor.

“I don’t know what’s worse.” He muffled his mouth in his arm as he kicked the flusher. “The smell or the fact that I recognize ninety-nine percent of what came up. Eggs? Did you even chew them?”

A shiver battered through her and her mouth teemed with saliva. “I don’t feel good.”