Page 82 of Carte

After I got my breathing under control, I palmed her tit, and with the other hand I caressed her pussy, and circled her clit.

“Hmmm,” Harley hummed as she turned her head, and showed her face in my neck.

“I could write a song about this,” she muttered sleepily.

“If you do, you’re in danger of getting fucked right on the stage when you perform it.”

She chuckled, “Would make for a great show.”

I laughed and closed my eyes.

After a moment or two, she moved. I tilted my head and looked into her grey blue eyes. Eyes that held my soul.

She seemed uncertain about something.

“Say it,” I encouraged her.

“I have to go back,” she whispered then. “I have to finish the tour.”

Chapter Twenty Two

Carter

I kicked back into the brown, leather couch that was shoved against the wall in the Harley’s dressing room and watched the woman I loved as she was preparing for tonight’s show.

“See, being back on tour isn’t so bad. Not when they’re not any threatening and creepy boxes being delivered.”

I cocked my eyebrow, and stared into her eyes in the mirror.”

“Okay, okay,” she huffed. “So, it’s exhausting, Tim’s in a bad mood, and you’ve scared the band away with your scowled and constant checking of every single thing they try to bring in. But, at least we’re together.”

This was the fifth city in eight days we were in. I wasn’t even sure which one we were in.

The days blended all together. And I honestly was in awe of how Harley could do this.

She was on a constant move, there was always something she needed to do, somewhere she needed to be. And her days ended in a venue filled to the brim with her fans screaming her name, and her singing her heart out. Only to come to the hotel room and either write new songs or sign thousands of autographs on pictures, T-shirts and other merch.

When I came to work as her security, it wasn’t that hectic, but we were coming down to the end of it, so as she explained, it was natural for the tempo to pick up near the end. But also, the moment we came back, the label demanded she picked up a few more days, to accommodate the loss of the ones she canceled thanks to that fuck who harassed her.

I had mixed feelings about that. Especially, since we still had no clue who that fucker was. But, Max, Chace and Trevor worked on that nonstop so we could finally catch him, and have Harley go back to her normal, security and bodyguard free life. Well, not exactly free, she would need some form of security with her at all times from now on.

“Tim’s always in a bad mood,” I said.

Harley stopped what she was doing and smirked at me through the mirror, “No, he's in a bad mood because I threatened to walk away for good if they didn’t back off and stop that bullshit of banning you from my concerts.” I chuckled at the memory of Harley throwing down with the heads of the label, demanding that they stop threatening her like she was their property and or she would stop touring, recording and writing.

They tried to call her bluff, but when she didn’t answer their calls, and couldn’t locate her for twenty four hours, a haggard looking Tim came to Trevor, and promised that they would honor Harley’s wishes.

I sobered up, “Have you decided what you’re going to do?”

She had a big decision ahead of her. Her contract with the label was coming to an end within the next nine months, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to continue working with them.

“Honestly, I don’t know what to do,” she sighed and turned around in her chair to look directly at me. “I love the work. And sure, sometimes it gets overwhelming, and I’m exhausted. But mostly, I love it. I love to write and record my songs, having people who are best in the industry behind me. I love that my songs can go to amazing artists with one phone call. And the fact that I keep getting requests from people to write for them feels amazing. I don’t want to lose that.”

I leaned and braced my elbows on my knees, “That’s not the label, Dynamo. That’s all you. If you didn’t have the talent you have, none of it would be possible.”

Her face gentled, and she watched me for a few moments. It was clear she was torn with this.

“What do you think I should do?” She whispered.