Dancing in the Dark (Curves for the Rock Star 4 - A BBW Rockstar Erotic Romance) (5 page)

"I love you,
Amy," he sighed as the last of his orgasm trickled inside me. "I
love you so much."

"And I love
you," I smiled, kissing his beautiful, warm lips. "More than life
itself."

THREE YEARS
LATER

"Ladies and
gentlemen, it seems almost inconceivable that we are giving a
Lifetime Achievement Award to somebody so young. And yet, Rick
Borrell's achievements span a musical career over just two decades
that put many of his peers and contemporaries to shame. After an
enviable run with Beautiful Losers, Rick's achievements as a solo
artist are no less impressive. Now, that's even more so, with a new
album, ‘One Last Shot’, that nobody saw coming. Considered by many
to be in semi-retirement, if not having hung up his microphone for
good, Rick stunned us all eight months ago with an album of such
maturity and inescapably essential songs that the world fell in
love with him all over again. It was an album doubtless created out
of his new found maturity as a husband, a father and an older,
wiser musician. Rick may well be one of the last remaining truly
great rock stars, an artist so capable of turning his musical style
into genre-defining work that he is a rarity in a world of
manufactured artists and processed singers from talent shows. His
near-refusal to promote his work or tour, choosing instead to spend
as much time as possible with his wife, Amy, and family, is what
adds to his mystery. Now, Rick releases music when he wants to, on
his own terms, and we are truly blessed to be present in the same
time as him to hear it. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the
youngest ever recipient of a Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award, and
a thoroughly deserved one at that. Put your hands together for Mr
Rick Borrell!"

Rick bounded up
onto the stage to a standing ovation, looking unbearably hot in a
sleek, dark grey Italian suit. That trademark tousled hair, that
slight hint of stubble made every woman in the audience swoon over
him and every guy long to be him. My hands were clapping like a toy
monkey clashing a cymbal. I was beaming from ear to ear, tears
welling up in my eyes. I had never been so proud of the man I
loved.

"Thank you,
thank you," Rick said, beckoning with the audience to take their
seats. "You know, I'm seen so rarely in public these days that even
the photographers outside didn't bother taking any shots." The
laughter erupting from the crowd would be the first of many shows
of adulation during his speech. "I'll keep this reasonably brief.
First and foremost, I want to simply say what an honour it is to be
receiving a Lifetime Achievement Award. It puts me into an
exclusive club inhabited by some of my all-time heroes – David
Bowie, Leonard Cohen, The Temptations, Gil Scott Heron, The Beach
Boys, Johnny Cash – the list goes on and on, simply too many greats
to mention. And Dolly Parton, of course, although I'm a fan of hers
for two very important reasons other than her music. Just
kidding!"

I rolled my
eyes, laughing quietly to myself. My occasional nickname around the
house had become "Dolly" due to Rick's unhealthy but nevertheless
tolerable obsession with my impressive mammaries.

"Anyway, when I
was told I was receiving this award I thought – damn, I'm going to
have to attend. I mean, it's very rare that I leave the house these
days. Some people call me reclusive. I prefer grown-up. You see,
the reason my last album was so well received was because of who
inspired it. She knows exactly who she is. She's the one thing I
got right, the one thing I didn't screw up. Because of her I'm a
much better man, a far better father, and an infinitely better
musician. I'll be grateful to my wonderful wife, Amy, for the rest
of my life and, when she's bumped me off in order to claim the
insurance, I'll make sure she's well compensated. One thing I do
want to say, in all seriousness, is that I never got into music to
win awards. Don't get me wrong, they're very nice and I'm certainly
not going to refuse them. After all, the hotel we got to stay in
just because of this must have cost a small fortune and I'm not in
the business of turning down a free weekend break. But I became a
musician for one simple reason – because I love music. I've had the
good fortune to play in an incredible band with some wonderful
people who are sadly, no longer with us. I've got to tour the
world, see places I never thought a fool like me would ever get to
see. I've met some amazing people, from the millions of fans who
attend my shows and write to me by email to the individuals who
have touched my life personally in so many different ways. This is
a gift, this life. Music is an amazing art form both for those who
practice it and those who listen to it. I'll be grateful for
everything it's brought me, both good and bad, for the rest of my
days."

I took a deep
breath and smiled as he came to the end of his speech.

"Oh, and one
more thing. This isn't the end of me as a musician. I think
lifetime achievements are given out sometimes when people aren't
expecting anything new from that artist ever again. Let's just say
this marks my achievements of a lifetime I've already had. The rest
is just beginning. Thank you for this honour and enjoy the rest of
the show."

"Wow, you
knocked it out of the park." I kissed Rick on the cheek as we
finished watching his performance on the television in our hotel
room. Once again, we were shut away from the world. "You looked
pretty hot, too."

"Not so bad
yourself, Dolly."

"Mommy… Is that
you and daddy on the TV?"

We turned to
see our beautiful little boy, Evan, enter the room, rubbing his
eyes. "Yes it was, little man," I smiled, beckoning him over. He
jumped onto the sofa and sat between us, worn out from the flight
in the day before. "Daddy was getting a very special award."

"What for?"

"Well, because
lots and lots of people like his music and wanted to say ‘thank
you’ to him."

"Oh," he
continued in his squeaky little toddler voice. "Wow."

Now, it would
be nice to say that Evan had been conceived on our wedding night.
It was a magical day, in a beautiful castle in the Italian hills.
Hardly anybody knew except close friends and family and the media
never got a single photograph of us. Why should they? It was our
day, just for us. It would mark the beginning of how Rick and I
would live the rest of our lives – in peace, doing work we loved
but without all the craziness and nonsense that went with being a
rock star. In fact, Rick no longer
needed
to be a rock star.
Now, he was just someone who lived his life in relative anonymity
but happened to do something he loved – being a musician.

No, the
fairytale ideal wasn't quite going to play out. That fateful day
when I had made love to Rick in my bridal lingerie was when Evan
was conceived, it seems. The timeline certainly fitted. As a
result, we went from having no firm date for our wedding to
organise and one within two months of finding out I was pregnant.
Luckily, when you're an international megastar it's easy to get a
wedding organised at the drop of a hat. People tend to pull strings
that they wouldn't for mere mortals.

"We'll have to
think about what we're going to eat for dinner soon," I said.
"Rick?"

I turned to see
the two wonderful boys in my life snoring away next to me. Well,
maybe one boy. I think it was fair to say that Rick had finally
grown up. I could no longer call him my manchild, my adult
teenager. Now, he was just an adult. He deserved that at the very
least.

I closed my
eyes for a moment and thought back to when it all began, that
fateful day I photographed Rick Borrell, the lead singer of
Beautiful Losers. Now, he was my husband and we had a gorgeous son
together. We also had Luke, his big brother and very much a part of
our lives, who we visited every few weeks and whenever else we
could. And, just to top it all off, I ran a hand over my rapidly
expanding belly. The bump inside would provide the next stage in
our story. Would it be a boy? Maybe a girl this time? One of each –
that would be nice. But it didn't matter. We had chosen not to
know, to have a wonderful surprise just like Evan had been. In a
few more months, we would find out what our latest little miracle
was.

They say a
leopard can't change its spots, that a zebra can't change its
stripes. Maybe a rock star can change, though. He'll never stop
being who he is, a naturally gifted semi-bad boy. It's in his DNA,
after all. Plus, it was always Rick's choice to change. I never
would have made him. I would have loved him either way.

But sometimes
change is good. Change can bring stability and peace and a brighter
future. Isn't that what we all want? Nevertheless, it was always
nice to keep having those little surprises too. It sounds so corny,
but dreams do come true. That's not to say there aren't bumps and
obstacles along the way. But I had learned that when you find "the
one", when you fall in love so hard and so deep with someone who is
worth overcoming any obstacle and fighting for, the hardships
aren't so bad. They're just little potholes on the road of life.
Ride over them, jack the car up, change the wheel. Move on.

I kissed Rick
and Evan on their foreheads and glanced back at them snuggled up on
the hotel sofa. I switched off the TV and turned the radio on
quietly. There was an artist on called Ellie Goulding, singing a
song that couldn't have been more apt - "Anything Can Happen".

Damn right it
can. And, boy, am I glad it did.

THE END

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