Free Making Trouble by Emme Rollins Page A

were on top of the piano fully now, Rob aiming and finding me again with one deep thrust, making me cry out and cling to him.
    “You ready, baby?” he whispered in my ear, grinding, rutting deep , his chinos and boxers down to his knees as he fucked me on top of Tyler’s baby grand piano. “I’m going to come so hard for you.”
    I whimpered, nodding against the damp skin of his neck, sucking and licking at his bobbing Adam’s apple as he arched against me. Rob let out a loud roar as he came, his hips moving all on their own, driving me even further across the surface of the piano. In the other room, I heard an explosion of laughter, and I hoped it would cover up the noise we were making. I held him close as he gritted his teeth and shuddered between my thighs, his breath sweet with alcohol on my cheek. I held him until his body slowly stopping shaking in my arms, kissing the damp curls over his ear, licking the salt from his sideburns, wanting to keep him here like this, with me, forever.
    He was mine, but the rest of the world still didn’t know it, couldn’t know it.
    “What is that beeping?” Rob’s head came up and he frowned, looking around the big, empty room.
    “My phone.” I laughed, seeing my purse sitting on the edge of the piano. “Can you reach?”
    He stretched a long arm out and grabbed the strap, sliding my purse across the surface until it hit my hip. I dug deep, finding my iPhone and lifting it out, squinting at the screen.
    “Text,” I informed him with a smile, still reading, my heart hammering in my chest, even harder than it had been just a moment before.
    “What it is?” Rob frowned, looking at me with concerned eyes.
    “I…” I swallowed, blinking at the screen, then at him, still too stunned to speak. “It’s Arnie.”
    “What now?” Rob roll ed his eyes. “He wants you to dye your hair blonde and sing country songs?”
    “No, he wants me to open for Jimmy Voss.” Saying the words out loud made them real. My stomach did a flip as I looked into my husband’s widening eyes.
    “You already opened for Voss,” Rob scowled. I knew he wouldn’t want me to go, not really, no matter what he said.
    “On tour.” I shook my head at his misunderstanding. “Jimmy Voss wants me to be his opening act on tour. ”
    Two months and thirty cities. I saw the realization dawn on Rob’s face, my own conflicting emotions mirrored there. It was an incredible opportunity, an amazing honor, and how in the world would we survive, the two of us, separated so soon after we’d just said “I do?” This was still so early in our marriage, and besides—I saw the look of anger flash in his eyes—Rob wanted to take me on tour with him , with Trouble. He didn’t want me touring with another man.
    “That’s amazing.” He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “ You’re amazing.”
    He leaned in and kissed me, soft and tender and oh, so sweet. I knew then that he was going to let me go. He would let me pursue this dream, even if it meant doing it without him.
    “Are you going to do it?” he asked softly, twirling a bit of my hair around his finger.
    “I don’t know.” I whispered the words, the truth.
    I really didn’t know. Yes, I wanted it—but I wanted Rob, too. I realized suddenly, faced with a new alternative, that I wanted exactly what he wanted—to go out onto the road with Trouble, to play sing with Rob. But that wasn’t possi ble, and we both knew it. Still, he was my everything, and I didn’t want to be apart, not for so long. Would he resent me, even if he swore he wouldn’t? Would our relationship, so new in the scheme of things, be able to weather the time and distance apart? Was it worth it, leaving my husband, even if it was just for a few months, to pursue this once-in-a-lifetime dream?
    I just didn’t know.
     
     

Chapter Five
    My husband wasn’t happy and there was nothing I could do about it. I sat and watched him from the balcony overlooking our pool.