I pull Vivien upright, both of us laughing along with the audience.
“He is such a carbon copy of you,” Vivien says into my ear.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I reply into hers.
“I meant it as one.” She smiles, and I’m relieved I’m not in the doghouse.
Tucking her under my arm, I maneuver us so we’re facing the crowd again. “This woman is the love of my life and the only woman who has ever owned my heart. Every love song I’ve written from the time I’ve met her has been about her. She completes me in every way possible.”
I hope someone records this and puts it online, and I hope Aoife sees it. Last I heard, she is back living with her folks after she lost everything in court. She had to liquidate all her assets, and she still fell short. She’ll be paying us back every year for the rest of her life, and it will be a constant reminder of all she’s lost thanks to her jealousy and her greed.
I stand in front of Vivien, taking her hand and bringing it to my mouth. My lips linger on her skin as I drink her in, my heart consumed with love for her. “I only ever want to exist with you, Vivien Grace. This song is for you.”
The crowd swoons, and I know once we start the song I’ll have them eating out of my hand.
I lift Vivien up onto her stool, planting another kiss on her lips before rejoining my son. East is sitting, so I’ve chosen to do the same. This song is a little different than most of our stuff, and it lends itself to this acoustic version. I put my lips to the mic, speaking to the crowd. “This is ‘Exist with You.’”
I keep my eyes locked on Vivien as I sing the words that have come directly from my soul. A deathly hush has settled over the crowd as they listen. Easton messes up a couple of times, but he catches up, and I’m so freaking proud of him. To deliver a performance like he’s just done at six years of age proves this little guy is destined to belong on stage. Whether it’s a rock stage or a theater stage remains to be seen.
Vivien is crying by the time we finish to massive applause from the audience. Scooping Easton into my arms, I walk toward her as she rushes across the stage, throwing her arms around us. “Dillon,” she croaks. “That was so beautiful.” She kisses me before turning her attention to East. “I am so proud of you, Easton. You were awesome! You are every bit as talented as your daddy.” She dots kisses all over his face, and he beams, delighted with her praise and high off his performance.
“We’re going to wrap this up now,” I say, placing Easton on his feet. “Go wait with Ash.” I kiss her again because I can’t get enough of her tonight. I crouch down to Easton, opening my arms, and he gives me a massive hug. “You did amazing, buddy. I couldn’t be prouder of you.”
“I loved it, Daddy! Can I do it again?”
I straighten up, chuckling. “The tour is over tonight, and we’re going home soon, but there will be more tours and more opportunities to join us, I promise.” I ruffle his hair. “Time to go with Mommy.”
He steps around me and bows to the audience, and there’s a giant collective swoon from all the female fans.
Jamie approaches, grinning. “You are going to be in so much trouble with this little dude when he gets older. He’d charm the knickers off a nun.”
* * *
“Dillon.” Vivien pushes my shoulders, looking up at the corner of the elevator. “There are cameras.”
“Don’t fucking care,” I say, returning my lips to her neck and continuing my upward journey under her dress.
She slaps my hands away. “Have patience. We’re almost at our suite.”
“Have you seen yourself tonight?” I ask, wrapping my arms around her waist, burying my head in her shoulder. “You’re sex on legs, sweetheart, and I’ve been dying to fuck you from the second you walked out on that stage.”
“Is that why you arranged a sleepover for East in Jamie and Ash’s suite?”
“It’s our last night,” I murmur, grazing my teeth along her neck as the elevator comes to a stop. “I want to make the most of it.”
We crash into the penthouse, knocking over shit as we devour each other while tearing our clothes off. “Fuck, Hollywood. I need inside you right now.”
“I’m ready for you, rock star,” she pants, peeling her knickers off and standing before me in all her naked glory. “You’re not the only one who’s been horny all night.” She flings herself at me as I kick my boxers away, grabbing a condom from the pocket of my jeans. “Seeing you on that stage turns me on like you wouldn’t believe, and you definitely deserve a reward for that song.” I lift her up, and her legs circle my waist as tears pool in her eyes. “It was beautiful, Dillon. I felt every word deep in my soul.”
“Good,” I growl, nipping at her earlobe as I walk us toward the floor-to-ceiling window. “Because every word was birthed from my soul.” I kiss her hard as I slam her against the window, rocking my pelvis against her, moaning into her mouth at the feel of her hot flesh grazing my hard length.
“Fuck me, Dillon. Fuck me really hard. I want to walk around tomorrow feeling that burn for you.”
I set her down to roll on a condom before lifting her again and positioning her on my dick. Holding my shoulders, she lowers herself down my length, and we both hiss when she’s fully seated. “Love you.” I thrust into her, and her head goes back.
“Love you too, baby. So, so much.”
She clings to me as I pound into her, holding her up with my arms as I brace her against the window, but I can’t drive hard enough in this position, and I need to be balls deep in my woman tonight. Setting her down, I flip her around so her naked front is up against the window.