Free Karaoke at the Tumbleweed by Carol Lynne Page B

several hours on the back of a Harley,” he’d said.
    Now, as they made their way to Louisville, Nicole sighed happily. She had everything she’d ever wanted. The contest didn’t even mean as much to her anymore. Having Tag was way better than going to a NASCAR race.
    “Everything okay?” Tag asked, hugging her closer to his side. “Are you getting nervous?”
    “Nope, I’m great. I hope everyone that hears me tonight will be able to tell how in love I am.” She stretched up and placed a kiss on Tag’s jaw. “Thank you,” she whispered.
    Tag’s hand snaked under her arm and cupped the side of her breast. “Don’t thank me. You’re the most perfect woman I’ve ever met. I’m the lucky one.”
    Snorting, Nicole slapped Tag’s thigh. “Yeah, perfect. Don’t you mean I’m the biggest klutz you’ve ever met?”
    “I love you,” he whispered in her ear. “Klutziness and all.”
    “I love you, too. And I’ll try to become more graceful.”
    “Don’t ever change. I love you just the way you are. Besides how can I pick you up if you don’t stumble once in a while?”
    “What a nice thing to say. I thank you on behalf of all the klutzes in the world.”
     

     
    By the time they arrived at the Smokin’ J, the parking lot was already packed. Tag had gotten lost, and of course refused to stop and ask for directions. He was in panic mode but Nicole wasn’t.
    “I’m so sorry we’re late, angel. I thought I knew how to get here.” He found a spot on the edge of the lot and turned off the ignition. God, he felt bad. He knew Nicole wanted to relax and practice her song several times before the competition began. As it stood, they’d be lucky she hadn’t been disqualified.
    “I told you, it’s okay. For some reason,” she gave Tag a wink, “it doesn’t mean as much to me as it did. Could have something to do with you, but I don’t want to actually say that out loud and give you a big head.”
    “Too late,” he winked back and looked down at his lap.
    Nicole ran her hand over the prominent bulge. “You’d better plan on a stop beside the road on our way home.”
    “I can do better than that. I made us a hotel reservation. We’re spending the night.”
    “What about the shop?”
    “It’ll still be there when we get home. But this is your night. You deserve to do it up right.” Tag looked at his watch. “We gotta go, angel.”
    Instead of getting out of the car, Nicole jumped into his arms and plastered red lipstick kisses all over his face. “You’re too good to me.”
    “Nope, but I plan on spoiling you for quite some time.” He reluctantly opened the door and pulled her out and into his arms. “Let’s go show these people what an angel sounds like.”
     

     
    With a standing-room only crowd, Tag leaned against the wall. Nicole’s back was fit snug against his front and his cock was literally throbbing with need for her. The little vixen knew and kept wiggling that sweet ass of hers against him as they listened to singer after singer. They’d come from a four-state area, all vying for the NASCAR weekend package and a chance to claim they were the best.
    They’d barely made the cut-off time, and because of that, Nicole would sing last. It seemed to Tag, going last was the best position anyway.
    He was brushing the sides of Nicole’s breasts and listening to yet another rendition of a Reba McIntire song when Lonnie stepped in front of Nicole. Without thought, Tag shifted Nicole behind him and looked at the man who’d wronged her. She’d confessed to Tag in the car that Lonnie had gone by her house. Nicole didn’t tell him exactly what had been said, but he got the feeling Lonnie had managed to hurt her once again.
    “Slut,” Lonnie said in greeting.
    Tag growled a warning. The announcer chose that moment to call Nicole to the stage. Tag felt her hand on his back silently questioning what to do. “You go ahead and sing your heart out, angel. I’ll take out the trash and