Hello, my loves! How was that for a first kiss? Oh my! First, as always, I must thank my girls wwechristina, Tm12Brady & GoldenGirl1920 from their reviews and love! You ladies continue to inspire me!

OK, so it's time to see Drew & Cherry's first date. And enter the band Midland into the mix, especially Mark! He has been alluded to throughout the story, and the lyrics to their songs will be playing a part in this chapter. So, how will Drew react when he comes face to face with another vying for Cherry's affections? Let's find out in this flashback! Enjoy!

The First Date

Drew

Taryn was pacing as the helpless Drew still lay on the floor unconscious, defenseless and talking in his deep sleep. She was pissed off that Drew had not yet awoken from the knockout drops she put in his coffee. One of her henchmen, Happy Corbin, said, "Maybe you gave him too much." She stomped her foot, "Oh gee, genius! You THINK? I want him to wake up so he can see his Taryn again! But he keeps mumbling that goddamn whore's NAME! What the fuck? She is NOT the love of Drewy's life…I AM! He married ME!"

Madcap Moss coyishly said, "Well, Taryn, you saw the video. He proposed to her…" She slapped him across the face and freaked out in a tizzy, "SHUT UP! SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP SHUT UP, IDIOT! I will NEVER allow that gutter slut to marry my Drewy! He is MINE! What the fuck is he mumbling now? What the hell does 'Put the hurt on me' mean? No matter, baby Drewy!" She straddled his groin and hissed as she licked his face, "Don't worry, Drewy! Taryn will put all the hurt on you in my own special way just like I always did to you, baby! Yuck! I hate this stupid beard!"

As she got ready to kiss him on the lips, he mumbled, "Cherry. Our song. Concert. Slow dance. I love you. Babies. Marry me." Taryn lost it, jumping up and down like a spoiled brat and pulling at her cheap extensions, "I'm gonna kill that fucking cunt! Go ahead and pick him up and tie him to that chair! I've had enough of him talking about HER! GODDAMN HER! You hear me, Drew? I'm gonna kill your sweet little bitch…and I just might make you watch me do it! Only after I torture the shit out of her first! Her and those other Angels are DEAD! You hear me, Drew? D-E-A-D DEAD!"

Drew's mind was still in the foggy dream like catatonic state. He couldn't hear a thing his nasty ex was saying. He didn't even know she was there. All he could see was Cherry in front of him. He tried to reach out to touch her but he couldn't move his arms. Then, he heard music. The sound was faint in his ears first, but the sound got louder and that familiar beautiful country love song rang in his ears.

He mumbled, "My love, do ya hear that? It's our song. Our first date. That slow dance. Oh god, I fell even more in love with you. You were moving to the rhythm in my arms. Your body…damn it! I need to make love to you again. Mark flirted with you. I love you so much, my love. I wanna make babies with you. I wanna marry you. That concert…" His drug filled mind started remembering their first date, the night after the RKO incident and the first time they made love. A concert where a simple slow dance threw gasoline on the already out of control raging fire in their hearts.

One Year Earlier - Nashville, TN

Kevin had the whole Angels crew assembled at HQ the afternoon after the RKO incident for a final review. It was a way of going over safety protocols and discuss how future operations could run smoother. Kevin inquired of Cherry, "How did it work last night with Drew coming back to your place instead of the hotel?"

Cherry was distracted, "Ummm… Oh, it was perfect. Without the threat of any interference, Drew was able to have peace and quiet and relieve his tension… from the incident, I mean." Drew piped up and agreed, "Yes. She's right. I was able to find relief and take care of something that needed to be done for quite some time."

During the entire meeting, Drew and Cherry couldn't take their eyes off each other. The events involving Randy Orton were the last thing on their minds. They were both reliving what took place after when they arrived back at Cherry's home. After a two year flirtation fraught with off the charts sexual tension that came to a head the night before at the Angels sleepover, they finally consummated the lustful and loving feelings they had for each other in her downstairs showers.

There was no rest; they made love in every position known to man all night long. There was no quiet; the sounds of their screams, cries, moans and sighs still sounded in their ears like a beautiful Nashville love song. Tension was definitely relieved; he could still feel her cum as her walls tightened around his cock over and over, and she could still feel his hardness pulse against her walls as the warmth of his seed flowed inside of her many times. Every sweet kiss, every intimate touch, every time their sweaty and flushed bodies met.

They woke up the next morning, still tangled up in each other's arms and legs with her head in his massive, hairy chest. She looked up at him and melted all over again. He had that smirk placed on those gorgeous lips. He was stroking her hair and she could feel the rise and fall of that chest. He finally spoke, "Morning, Sunshine! Ya look like ya had quite a night."

She rolled slightly off his chest, "Oh god! Drew, what did we do?", rubbing her face. He turned to her, "What did we do? I fucked ya, love! Fucked ya good and hard." He put his hands in her hair and looked worried, "It was bloody brilliant. Ya don't remember? Do ya…regret making love ta me?"

She exhaled, "God no! I remember everything. It was the most beautiful experience of my life!"

He smiled as she continued, "What I meant was about the mission. We could've compromised your safety and the entire Angels operations. What are gonna do now?" He put his face to hers, "Please don't tell me ya don't wanna do this again. Now that I've had ya, I don't think I can stay away from ya." She kissed him on the lips, "I know I can't stay away from you." He got a doofy look on her face, "Well, I guess you'll have to be my personal bodyguard, eh?", lifting his eyebrows up and down.

She laughed, "Oh my god! Christine is right. You're a goof. A sweet, sexy, hot, hung, adorable Scottish goof." They kissed that beautiful kiss of lovers that were perfect for each other. They knew the risks of them being together as Drew rose to his knees between her wide spread legs. They didn't care. They knew they were tasting forbidden fruit as he entered his paradise making her gasp and call his name. They could care less.

He raised her legs as high as they could go and started rolling his hips faster and faster, his giant head rubbing her walls and special spots every time. She moaned, "Oh god! Drew, you feel so fucking good! Baby, I can't take it!" He chuckled as he continued to pound her, "My Love! You will take it! Every inch of me, Baby! Goddamn it, I love fucking you!"

He increased the pace even more as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her hips meeting every thrust so his cock completely filled her up. She screamed, "Drew! Oh god! I…Oh fuck!" As she came, she was going to say "I love you", but she stopped herself. She didn't know if he wanted to hear that right now. But she felt it. This man held her heart in his gentle and warm hands. She had fallen in love with him hard. She prayed he felt the same way.

He groaned as he reached the peak, "My love! You are… Gods, yer so damn beautiful!" As he emptied himself inside her in a pulsing blast, he knew he had found his true soulmate, his light, the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He loved her, but he didn't ever want to call it that. Those words meant nothing to him but pain and heartbreak. This was the most incredible feeling he ever experienced and he'd be damned if he let anyone take it away from him.

He cupped her face and kissed her deeply as he reluctantly withdrew from her. He cuddled her close as he said, "Today is my last day in Nashville for a while." She sighed heavy and sad, "I was trying not to think about that." He brushed her hair from her forehead, "I wanna spend it with ya." She lazily smiled, "Well, we have to go to the final debrief soon. But we'll have the rest of the day after that."

He asked inquisitively, "Do you have any plans for tonight?" She rubbed his chest and said, "Well, I happen to have two tickets to see one of my favorite bands at the Ryman. I went to see them last night too. You know, after I thought you stood me up for our first date." He groaned, "Shit! I'm so sorry. I do get myself into dumb situations."

She said, "That's why you have us, right? And you thought you were helping a children's charity. That's such a noble, beautiful cause. Well, would you like to go with me? I hope you like real country music." He popped and said, "Are ya kidding? I've really gotten inta country lately. Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings. You got a date, my love!" She marveled, "Wow! I'm impressed! I guess I'll have to call you my sexy Scottish Cowboy."

He grinned, "I got a hat and boots and everything. But since you brought it up…", He rolled on his back, revealing another erection, "…get on up here! Save a horse and ride this Scottish cowboy!", smacking her on her ass. She giggled and gasped out as she climbed on him and sunk down on his giant length, "God, you really are a big dork!"

At the debrief, Kevin was not pleased when Cherry revealed fans saw them holding hands at Drew's hotel. Kevin huffed, "Really, Drew? Can't ya keep yer hands ta yerself?" Cherry defended him, "Kev, what was he supposed to do? This was a better cover for me being there with him than, "Hey everyone. I just got kidnapped and this is my security detail". He actually covered it pretty well given the circumstances."

Kevin eyed them both, "I guess yer right. But this means you'll have ta pose as his girlfriend fer live shows and special events going forward." Drew nodded, "That's fine, Kev. No one could do a better job of looking at my body that Cherry. I mean, after…looking after my body." She gave him a smirk, letting him know it was time to stop talking.

They were taking a break during the debrief. Kevin was getting caught up on paperwork with Lady Christina helping him. Christine and Cherry were sitting on the couches talking. Drew and Sheamus were sitting in the chairs not far from them. Drew was sitting in his normal posture with his legs spread wide open. Cherry smiled and said to herself, "Now I know why he has to sit like that." She licked her lips at the memory of her blowing him in the shower. Drew caught her gaze looking at his bulge. He grinned and lightly lifted his hips. She looked at him and mouthed, "You devil."

Sheamus looked at his grinning fool best friend and said, "OK. It's just me and ya now, so ya can tell me. What happened last night?" Drew shrugged, "I don't know what ya mean. I had a restful night in the company of a great girl." Sheamus laughed, "Yer a bleeding terrible liar! You've had that same goofy grin our yer ugly mug all day and ya two can't take yer eyes off each other. Something happened between ya two. If it counts fer anything, I think she could be great fer ya." Drew looked at her, trying not to let it show that he was longing to fuck her brains out in the stairwell, "Sorry if ya don't believe me, mate. But this matter is classified." Sheamus gave the two of them a look and a smile. He had a feeling he knew exactly what happened.

Christine also noticed that normally palpable sexual tension between Drew and Cherry was even more noticeable than ever. She said, "So, are you gonna tell me what happened last night or should I guess?" Cherry shook her head, "That matter is classified. I will neither confirm nor deny your assertions." Christine nodded, impressed with her lingo, "Damn it, you're good! Look whatever did or didn't happen, you know you can talk to me. I would never judge you. And you and the doofus… You'd make quite a hot couple. But speaking of hot guys on your radar, are you going to see Midland again tonight?"

This caught Drew's attention quick as he thought, "What the fuck does that mean?" Cherry rolled her eyes, "Yes I am." Christine said loudly, "I can't believe that prick stood you up last night!" Cherry looked down, "It's all good.", she looked at Drew, "He got delayed. It wasn't his fault." Christine shrugged, "Either way, it's probably for the best. Given the pretty hot history between you and Mark, the poor guy might've felt awkward when he started singing to you."

This made Cherry squirm in her seat and Drew's blood start to boil. Mark Wystrach was the lead singer of Midland. Tall, dark haired and handsome with varying degrees of facial hair. It seemed Cherry may have a type. Cherry said, "There was never a me and Mark. I flirted back at him and that's it." Christine said sarcastically, "Um, yeah. Oh, hi! My name is Dolly Parton! I went to the last set of concerts with you. He sings directly to you every time. And need I remind you that I caught you two kissing backstage."

This was the last conversation Cherry wanted to have at this moment as she said, "It was an innocent peck on the lips!" Christine spit out her coffee, "His tongue in your mouth with you up against the wall says it's wasn't that damn innocent. And you told me he was still flirting heavy with you at last night's concert before we got Kevin's call about Drew's incident." Cherry threw her head back in frustration, "Oh Jesus! Two third degrees in one sitting!" Christine tapped her fingers, "So, are you taking someone with you tonight?" Cherry looked irritated, "Yes, and no, I'm not telling you who."

Drew had heard enough. He excused himself and walked down the hall into the observation room. He had to get himself settled down, but he was doing a terrible job. He railed to himself, "Who the fuck is the Mark guy? He put his hands on my girl! He kissed her! That motherfucker! I'll break him in half! Prick! Who the hell does he think he is? She's mine!"

Cherry had observed Drew leave the room looking upset. When he didn't come back after a certain amount of time, she excused herself and went looking for him. She heard his booming voice coming from the observation room. She went to the door and opened it, seeing him pace back and forth running his hands in his ponytail.

He heard her open the door and slightly came back to his senses. His Scottish temper started to flare when he saw her approach him. She went to him and put her hands on his chest, "Hey, Baby! I've been looking for you. Is everything OK?" Drew tried to act nonchalant but there was no hiding his anger, "Everything's great. Everything's fine. Who the fuck is Mark?"

She sighed, "You heard Christine. Didn't you?" He demanded irately, "Who is Mark, Cherry?! And why the fuck has his tongue been in your mouth?" She started getting livid, "Oh that's damn cute! You're gonna hold my past against me? So, does that mean I can claw Taryn Terrell's eyes out?" Drew yelled at her, "She was ten fucking years ago! You're taking me to this guy's concert tonight and it sounds like ya had yer hand down this guy's goddamn pants last week!"

Although she had thought about giving into Mark's advances the night before, she knew she could never go through with it due to her feelings for Drew. But his covetous antics were pissing her off as she shoved him away, "I never had my hands anywhere near down his pants, goddamn it! Oh, but don't you just love to do things on TV all the time that drive your fucking female fans crazy! A pec pop here, a sexy look there, or drawing attention to your large cock, BIG D! So why are you acting so jealous about this?" He screamed, scaring her in the process, "I ASKED YOU A GODDAMN QUESTION! ANSWER ME! Who is this motherfucker and why has he been kissing you?!"

Tears started stinging her eyes and she tried not to let her voice tremble, "OK fine! Mark is the lead singer. Yes, we have flirted with each other, but I am just a fan and friend of the band. At the last sets of shows, Mark's stalker somehow got backstage and the band and their crew know of my line of work. We set up an operation where she would see Mark kissing me and leave. It worked! I didn't even tell Christine so even she would believe I was hot for him. Mark is also an actor, so he knew how to lay it on thick with the kiss. That's it! I never slept with him or touched him on any part of his body that your macho bullshit can't handle and I can't believe you just accused me of that! Fuck you!"

As she turned away from him wiping her eyes, Drew never felt like such a heel. He went to her and tried to rub her arms. She flinched away from him and shrugged out of his embrace, but he turned her towards him and hugged her close to him, "My love, I'm so sorry. I really don't know what to say but that. I guess what's happened in my past clouded my judgment. I… I guess I did feel some jealousy. I'm just really sorry, Love. Please forgive me."

She looked up at him, "I guess you were going on what you overheard. And yes, full disclosure, there has been an attraction between me and Mark for a while, mostly on his part. But I haven't really thought about any other man for the last two years. I've been too busy fantasizing about you." Drew puckered his lips and raised his eyebrows, "Fantasies, eh? Mmm tell me more." He pulled her over to the chair to sit and pulled her into a straddle on his lap.

She kissed him and said, "Maybe I'll tell you about them some time." He ran his hand up her inner thigh, "Maybe I'll fulfill a few of these fantasies fer ya." She kissed his neck, then whispered in his ear, "You already have." Their kiss turned heated and sex laden, as his hand slipped under her short skirt and started tugging hard on her panties.

His hand reached his other hand under her shirt and started caressing and kneading her breast, "So tell me, my Love. What do you do when you fantasize about me? Tell me." She moaned and bucked her hips against his bulge, "Well, I take off all my clothes and get under the covers…" Her hands drifted down and unbuttoned his jeans while kissing his neck. "…I fondle my breasts and then I…" She pulled out his already hard cock and nibbled on his earlobe. "…I finger myself."

He quickly stood up with her in his lap, his eyes glazed over with lust and want. He stood her up with her feet on the floor, turned her around and bent her over the control panel. He reached inside her panties and ripped them from her waist as she gasped, "Oh fuck! Drew, that's so fucking hot, Baby!" He inserted a finger inside of her already soaked with desire pussy and started stroking the special spot. She was trembling with craving as his other hand fondled her ass. Consumed with utter and uncontrollable lust, he placed his head at her entrance and entered her with a pounding thrust.

She gripped and clawed at the panel as he fucked her feverishly from behind and with a need to be inside her that beguiled him. They both only dared to pant and said not a word from the fear of screaming and alerting the others. He pulled her hair gently and urged her recline so her back met his chest. She felt his thick chest hair at her back and the finer hair from his thighs on hers, which pushed her over the edge of orgasm. As they came at the same time, he groaned in her ear and placed a kiss at her temple.

He withdrew slowly from her and scooped up the remains of her underwear. He placed them in his pocket. It would not be the last time the handsome Scottish devil would do this. As he zipped himself up, he asked with a smile, "So, am I still going to the concert with ya?" She laughed, "Only if you promise to behave…at the concert. After, you can be a bad boy." He raised his eyebrow, "Ooh! I can? You may regret that, my love." She kissed him and, "I seriously doubt I will. By the way, I've fantasized about you fucking me on the control panel. So, another fantasy fulfilled."

Just then, there was a knock on the door and Kevin came it all exasperated, "I been looking fer ya two everywhere! We need ta finish the debrief and move on with our lives. What took ya so long?"

Drew said, "Uh, we were talking. I wanted to make sure I remembered what happened with Randal Keith accurately. I was just filling in her hole. I mean, she was filling in the holes of the story I couldn't remember." She stifled a laugh and said as they were walking out, "Oh, and Kevin, you missed some popcorn kernels over in the corner the other night." Kevin rolled his eyes and folded his arms, "These smart arses in this group are gonna be the death of me!"

At the debrief, it was decided that Drew should stay with Cherry for the night instead of going back to the hotel and that she would take him to the airport the next day. Cherry added, "Since this is the case, I'll take him with me to the concert so I can keep an eye on him." Christine couldn't resist as she whispered to Lady, "Eyes. Hands. Whatever."

The rest of the afternoon, Drew and Cherry spent their time in each other's arms on her couch kissing, making out, and chatting. They talked about many things. After a particularly steamy make out session turned into full blown hot sex, Drew laid on his back with Cherry lying on top of him. He loved having her this close. She hated the idea of tomorrow coming and he would be going back to Tampa.

As they laid in sated bliss, Cherry asked him with a smile, "Hey! Can I call you Andrew?" He gave her a look as he gently stroked her bare back, "Not if you expect me to answer ya." She said, "What about Andy?" He laughed, "That's my dad!" She joked, "McLean?" Drew smirked, "You can call me Big Daddy." She smiled, "Well, that definitely fits."

He chuckled, then told her about his family. She read his file, so she already knew pretty much everything about him. But she loved hearing him talk about his life and his family. It was obvious how much he loved and missed his family in Scotland. He told her stories about how he and his brother, John, would put on their own wrestling shows in the backyard, how he met Sheamus, among other stories about his life.

Then, he asked the inevitable question that she really did not want to answer, "So, tell me about your life. What were you like as a kid?" Cherry was very guarded about her past. She never talked about the relationship that almost broke her. When she escaped from her abusive partner, she changed her name and created her own identity. She never liked to be reminded of this period of her life.

She decided to let him in a little as she took a deep breath, "Well, I was born in North Carolina. My parents divorced when I was fifteen months old and I lived with my mom, only seeing my dad on Sundays. Both are now deceased. I was pegged as academically intelligent and gifted in kindergarten and a child prodigy in music. I had a lot of friends but I never really fit into any clique. I also did musical theater, my favorite subject was history, and I had straight A's all the way through school. I always wanted to live in Nashville as a kid. I made a plan to move here to become a singer-songwriter after graduation, but…" She wasn't ready to tell him about that terrible person that crushed her dreams and controlled her every move. "…let's just say that didn't happen. But I eventually got here. I moved here about 4 years ago and started freelancing in security."

He got a feeling that she was holding something back, but he didn't press her. He could see the sadness on her pretty face as she talked about her past. He never wanted to cause her pain. He hugged her close, and said, "I don't wanna leave tomorrow." Now, she truly felt miserable as she buried her face in his chest, "I don't want to be without you."

He tilted her chin up so their eyes met, "I'm going to start making some excuses to come here as much as possibly can." She thought, "I can probably swing some trips to Tampa as well." He smiled, "You could also come on the road with me on weekends. I can start leaving a ticket for you." She loved that idea, but she had to bring some practicality into the conversation, "I don't know. Even with the girlfriend ruse, it may be too obvious if I'm gone every weekend." He kissed her, "I just want to be with you as much as possible." She smiled as she playfully stroked his beard, "I want that more than anything."

After some more "sexy make out time" (Drew's words that made her laugh every time he said them), they got ready for the concert. Drew was in the living room waiting for her, looking like sin wrapped in his black Johnny Cash shirt, low riding dark blue jeans, and black cowboy boots. He shouted up to her, "Sorry but I forgot my hat back in Tampa! But I'm still yer sexy Scottish cowboy, Love!"

Cherry came down the stairs saying, "You look so damn hot, Baby!" Drew's breath was taken out of his lungs. She wore a red low cut tank top tied right under her breasts, low cut denim cutoff shirts, black cowgirl hat and her signature red and black cowgirl boots. He slid his hands down to her ass and groaned, "How will I possibly be able to keep my hands off of you, Love?"

Every time he called her that, her heart skipped a beat. She ran her hands from his chest down to right above the rise of his jeans, "Who said I want you to keep your hands to yourself?", batting her eyes. He laughed and said, "Damn it, ya minx! Yer gonna give me a problem in my jeans if ya keep that up." She said, "And that's really a problem?" She giggled, which caused him to chuckled, and said, "OK, cowgirl. Let's go to the concert!"

They arrived at the Ryman an hour before the show and retrieved the tickets from Will Call. Drew looked at his ticket, "This is front row right in the middle." She shrugged, "I called in some favors with the guys. Only the best seats in the house for me! Oh, and here's your lanyard. Hope you don't mind going backstage and meeting the guys and going to the afterparty. Not to mention walking the same halls as Johnny Cash and Waylon Jennings." He kissed her soundly in front of everyone, causing everyone watching to hoot and holler. He pulled back, "You're fucking incredible. I hope you know that, love." She felt like her heart was bursting, but she played it cool and smirked, "Eh, I try. Music is my thing."

As they walked backstage, all the Ryman staff seemed to know her, saying hello or high fiving her. Drew was amazed, "Do ya actually know everyone in the city of Nashville, love?" She said, "Just about. I've done a lot of freelance PI work for different stars and helped with security here. The booking agent it a good friend of mine."

They came to Midland's dressing room door. She did a secret knock and it was opened by security. When she stepped in, Mark Wystrach, Cameron Duddy and Jess Carson all stopped what they were doing. Mark looked her up and down, which was very quickly noticed by Drew, and smiled, "Well, hell yeah! I know it's gonna be one hell of a show tonight! Look who's on the front row!"

She laughed and said, "Awww! Did y'all miss me, boys?" Mark said, "After you bailed early on us last night, we sure as hell did. Ryman concerts just aren't the same without you, Cher." She shrugged, "Sorry, but duty calls. I had…", smiling at Drew, "…business to take care of."

Mark looked at Drew, sizing him up, "Who did you bring with you here? Hi! I'm Mark!" He stuck out his hand. Drew narrowed his eyes some but accepted his handshake, "The name's Drew. Nice ta meet ya. She's told me a lot about you guys." He exchanged pleasantries with everyone, but his eyes stayed trained on the guy who he perceived as a threat for Cherry's affections. Mark said, "Any friend of Cherry's is a friend to us. Biggest and damn best-looking fan in the world. Plus, she's helped us out a bunch." She waved her hand, dismissing the compliments, "I told you guys before it was nothing!"

Drew was watching the interaction between Cherry and Mark closely. He could tell there was some spark there, at least for him. But mostly, he just marveled at her. She was so giving and selfless, almost to a fault. It was unlike any relationship he ever had before. He felt an overwhelming need to protect her instead of the other way around. "The feeling she gives me when I'm around her, I want that for the rest of my life.", he thought to himself.

Mark said, "So Cherry, we have a surprise for you tonight." She cocked her eyebrow, "For me? What is it?" Cameron said, 'You'll find out later in the show." Jess said, "It wouldn't be a surprise if we told you now!" She rolled her eyes, "Ugh! You guys suck sometimes!" David, her friend from the Ryman's booking office came in, "Hey Cherry! Can I go over the security detail with you for next week's Chris Stapleton show right quick?" Looking at Drew, "Um sure. I'll be right back."

Mark was measuring Drew up when he said, "Hey man. You got one amazing girl on your hands. Better not let her get away. Someone will snatch her up if you're not careful." As Drew was trying to decide if that was a threat, the band picked up their guitars and warmed up their harmonies for the show with the chorus of "Take Her Off Your Hands":

"I'm over here watchin' a fool / Who don't know that he's wastin' his chance / Hey mister, could I cut in for a dance? / You don't know what you've got / If forever's just not in your plans / Let me take her off your hands"

Looking at Mark singing the song, Drew more than got the message. He did care about Cherry, and he couldn't blame him. But she was his beloved and forever. There was no way he would ever let her go without a fight. He grinned as he looked back at her talking in the hallway, "Believe me, mate. I know she's amazing. And she's not going anywhere." He turned around and winked at them.

The concert started about thirty minutes later. They launched it with "Electric Rodeo", then into "Playboys". She knew every word to every song that night. Mark put down the guitar and picked up the mic for "Cheatin' Songs". At every opportunity and, just like Christine had pointed out earlier, Mark pointed over to Cherry, especially during the lines "She's lying with him and she's lying to me" and "tight fittin' jeans". Her hips were gyrating on that part and it made Drew's mouth water.

Drew realized she was not doing anything intentional to flirt or draw attention to herself. People, especially men, were drawn to her and her natural bubbly and adorable personality. He understood. He was the moth to her flame since the moment he met her. And he also realized how hypocritical it was when he accused her of using her feminine wiles to her advantage. As she had pointed out, he used his natural assets to attract his female fans all the time. He would never hold that against her again. But watching her tempting body sway to the rhythm of the songs, especially the slow ones like "Burn Out", made him ache to hold it against him all night long.

When the up-tempo number "Mr. Lonely" started, she jumped up and down and said, "C'mon! Do the line dance with me!" He laughed and said, "Oh hell no! This Scottish Cowboy doesn't dance!" She wasn't buying it, "You're such a liar, Galloway! If you can fuck, then you can dance. And I know how damn good you can fuck, baby." She blew him a kiss and joined the throng that took part in the line dance. He watched her use her curves to make the others girls jealous. He could see Mark and the other band members watching her and he had to smile.

After this, the band announced that they had a surprise guest joining them for their cover of Wicked Game. None other than the original singer, Chris Isaak! Cherry went nuts! He was one of her favorites and this was her favorite Midland cover. They overheard some couple close to them saying this was one of their songs. Something about Mommy & Daddy night out and Brodie and Jess keeping the kids. (If you know, you know!)

For the duration of the song, Cherry and Drew would look over at each other. These lyrics spoke right to them. They were playing a dangerous game falling in love and being together, but they didn't care. It was a risk they were willing to take. He pulled over and kissed her passionately. They felt like they were under each other's spell and their feelings were growing deeper by the minute.

After this song and as they still looked into each other's eyes, Mark announced, "We have another surprise. Now, we normally don't do this, but this fan is a great friend of the band and is one hell of a singer so I'm calling her up to duet with me on "Sunrise Tells The Story". Cherry! Surprise! Now, get your fine ass on up here and sing with me, darlin'!" Cherry's eyes grew like saucers and mouthed, "Hell no!" Drew encouraged her, "Go on! Get your fine ass up there! I gotta hear this!" She gave him a dirty look and said, "Remind me to embarrass the shit out of you one day!"

She got up on the Ryman stage and sang perfect harmony with Mark. But as she sang the song, she realized the words to the song spoke to the previous night she spent with Drew. So, she looked directly at him as she sang, hoping it would find its way into his heart. It did:

"Oh, the last I recall it was a quarter 'til two / We headed back to my place like two strangers do / And who would've thought that we'd end up all tangled up together / The night was a witness to our sweet surrender / And the moon saw it all through a thin piece of glass / And the stars must have blushed when you kissed me like that / We can't hide the evidence / It's scattered everywhere in all its naked glory / The night knows the truth / The sunrise tells the story / Is it a book or a chapter, a few words on a page? / Don't know where it's going, I just want you to stay"

When she got back to her seat, he said, "That was fucking awesome, love! You keep surprising me." She shrugged and smirked, "I got to keep you on your toes, Galloway!"

After "Adios Cowboy" and "Fourteen Gears", they slowed it back down for "Put The Hurt On Me.", the same song that played last night as she drove him to his hotel. It was similar to "Wicked Game"; the same sexy guitar riff throughout the song, the theme of a love affair that could end in heartbreak, and the lovers plunging heart first in love anyway not caring about the consequences.

Seeing her start to sway was too much for him. He turned her to him and pulled her close, desire etched on his face, "Dance with me." She said, "I thought you said you can't dance." He then told her something that made shiver as the words ran riht into her soul, "I said I don't dance. That other kind of dancing." He cupped her cheek, "But I'll slow dance with ya til the end of the world, my Love."

Those words went right into her soul as he pressed her close against his mountainous body and they started swaying. She laid her head on his chest and closed her eyes. She couldn't believe what she was feeling. She had never felt an emotion this strong before. She fought back tears as she battled with her feelings and failed miserably. She had fallen in complete and total love with the brash and gorgeous Scotsman, and there was no turning back.

He was sharing this experience with her. Holding her this close took his breath. He never thought his heart would heal after the heartbreak he went through ten years prior. But he could feel those wounds closing up and making him whole again. She did that for him, his special Angel, his forever Love. He may not want to say the words, but he had to admit it to himself. Whether he wanted to call it that or not, he was head over heels in love with the beautiful redhead in his arms.

He cupped her chin and tilted it up so she looked in his eyes. The fire that always existed between them suddenly became a nuclear reaction. He kissed her tenderly and she melted into him as she felt those million butterflies now fluttering in her heart. He picked her up off the ground and the kiss intensified. They already felt like they were flying. The words of the song solidified it felt when their lips touched and their tongues caressed each other:

"Girl, you already got me / Go on and throw out the key / You lock me up with your body / That's the only way I'll ever be free / Kill me softly baby with your kiss / If I go I wanna go like this / Come on be as cruel as you can be / Ya baby put the hurt on me / Don't have to promise tomorrow / I know that's only a lie / But one more taste of your sweet poison / Is gonna burn me just right"

The band transitioned into the last song of the night, their biggest hit "Drinking Problem", but Drew and Cherry didn't notice. They were too wrapped up in falling deeper in love with each other to even break from the kiss. They eventually came up for air, breathless with their faces pressed together, and not caring who was watching them.

He kissed her lightly on the cheek and asked, "Are you ready for the afterparty?" She looked in his eyes, with equal amount of love and lust, "No. Take me home and make love to me. Please." He wasted no time grabbing her hand and heading out of the venue. They almost didn't make back to her house as they started heatedly making out up against her Jeep.

But they managed to get through her front door, but started ripping each other's clothes as soon as it shut. They left a trail of ruined clothing up the stairs and leading to her bedroom. He picked her naked body up and placed her gently on the bed. He could not wait to taste her sweet honey. He set his mouth to her pussy and ate it out to his heart's content. She screamed and pulled at the thick mane of black hair between her legs. Her body shook with the multiple orgasms his lips and tongue pulled from her as he chewed and licked her clit, then plunged his tongue inside her slit over and over. She could barely breathe and cried, "Oh god! Drew, I need you! Please fuck me! Goddamn it, I want you!"

He slid up her body to kiss her and said, "Do you taste yourself? I'm addicted to that honey. I fucking crave that sweetness, Love!" He was already hard as granite when he entered her slowly, her body welcoming him home as his length and girth stretched her. His strokes were slow at first, with her moaning and thrashing her head from the sheer sweet torture. He picked up the pace as he spread her thighs even wider, allowing his tip to touch that core deep inside her.

He groaned as she reached up to touch his gorgeous, bearded face, him kissing her fingertips. She had tears, yearning to tell him how much she loved him. His hands linked with hers by her head against the mattress as he felt her slick and wet lips tighten around his pulsing cock. He had so many things he wanted to say to her that was in his heart. But the moment overtook him and he came like a coursing river inside of her. He collapsed on top of her and kissed her as he fondled her breasts, still throbbing inside of her warmth.

They made sweet, hot love all night long. They knew the next day they would have to part for the time being so they made the most of their precious time together. Every kiss, every intimate touch was not wasted or taken for granted. As they laid together, sweaty and exhausted, they were both unsure how the rest of this relationship would go.

It was going to be hard time for them, given his road schedule and the long distance, not to mentioned her feeling that she had to hide their love affair from the rest of the Angels to protect them all. But they would worry about that when the time came. This night, they were together making love and falling more in love by the second and that's all that mattered.

The next day, Cherry drove Drew to the airport. Before he went through security, he pulled her in for a sweet kiss, rested his chin on the top of her head, "I don't want to go." She was trying to keep her emotions in check but her voice quivered, "I don't want you to go." He looked in her eyes, "We'll Facetime tonight and we'll make a plan to meet next week."

She nodded and looked down, "I already miss you and you're not even gone." He took her face in his warm hands and caressed her cheek, "We won't be apart for long, my love. I promise." He kissed her again and said, "I'll see you in my dreams, my Love." She smiled even though her heart was aching, "Adios, my hot Scottish Cowboy. You will be in my fantasies."

She watched him until he disappeared past security. She walked to her car and burst out crying when she sat down. She banged her fist on the steering wheel, cursing herself for what she considered her weakness. She had never been weepy over a man before. And she never got personal on a job. But here she was doing both in spectacular fashion because of her sweet Scotsman.

She sat at home and reported to Kevin and the Angels that Drew made it safe to the airport. That evening, like clockwork, just like he said, her phone went off for a Facetime call, sighing and smiling when she saw that beautiful bearded face and heard that sexy as hell Scottish accent, "Hello, my love."

Unfortunately for the lovers, Taryn had one of her spies follow them to the concert. From the balcony, they filmed Drew and Cherry's entire night on the front row, including their sensual slow dance and passionate kiss. She screwed her face and let out a banshee like blood curdling scream, "I fucking HATE this fucking WHORE! Madcap! Get those cameras installed in her house NOW! And Happy, idiot! Get to Tampa and install them in his house! Once you figure out who the rest of these cunty Angels are, get cameras in their houses too! NOW! Drewy baby, don't worry! Your babydoll Taryn will be coming back to you soon, BABY! And there's nothing this little bitch can do about it!"