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He frowned then, and looked down at me, “This tour isn’t even over, and you’re planning another one?”

He was right, I haven’t finished the tour. Not yet.

We paused it, and were planning to pick it up again in two weeks.

I shrugged, “It’s how this works. Album, tour, album, tour. And on and on as long as you can do it.”

“Okay,” he tilted his head. “Do you want me to talk to Trevor or to my guys about planning the security for it? Do you even have the dates and stops planned?”

We talked and decided that Trevor would finish the tour as the head of my security. I didn’t want Carter to feel torn between being with me, and enjoying life on the tour and seeing new places, and thinking about my security.

He wasn’t happy about it, but after I explained to him that I wanted to stroll down the streets with my boyfriend and not my bodyguard, he reluctantly agreed.

“That’s not why I’m bringing it up,” I bit my lips.

“Then why?”

“I usually record in L.A. and then dive straight into promo and touring once the album is finished.”

Carter’s brows creased, “Okay.”

“I want you with, Warden.”

He smiled then, “Where the hell would I be, Dynamo if not with you?”

It was so simple, his question. But it meant everything to me.

“I love you, Carter Ryan, Frank to my Rachel.”

I love you too, Harley Thorne, my ray of shining light.”

Epilogue

Harley

Six months later

“Carter,” I whimpered, looking down to where he was filling me with his cock.

I was sitting on top of him, my back turned away from him, his hands gripped my waist, and he was guiding my movements on his shaft.

As always he was in complete control.

“Get there, Dynamo,” he muttered from behind my back where he was reclining on the pillows.

“God,” I threw my head and moaned as he once again guided me down.

His hands squeezed my hips and he stilled me.

“What’d I say?” he grunted.

He couldn’t be serious.

“Please,” I breathed and tried to shift my hips, but his hold was too strong.

“Warden, please, I need to move,” I begged.

“You know what you need to do,” he said, his voice strained.