I had no idea what she was talking about, and I didn't really care. My only thought was about how much I wanted to get off.

She pulled away. Before I could open my eyes, I heard the sound of a wrapper being ripped open. My eyes shot open as she sheathed my cock in a condom. Her hands moved to her jeans and quickly unbuttoned them.

"Fuck me," she demanded.

I lurched forward and grabbed her thighs before lifting her into the air. I pushed her back against the stall wall and pressed against her. One thrust later, and I was in. I groaned as I slowly fucked her. I wanted to savor this. I needed to.

A voice in the back of my head promised that there would be hell to pay for this.

Amber's face flashed through my mind, but I pushed her away. We were done. There was nothing left. She needed to move on, and I needed to do what I did best-fuck. That and playing guitar were the only two things I was good at.

The girl moaned as her hands gripped my T-shirt, urging me on. I started fucking her harder, desperate to find release. When a toilet flushed a few stalls over, I tensed for a moment before continuing. Whoever the fuck was in the restroom with us could get out.

I groaned as the girl's pussy tightened around me. She was close, and so was I. I started moving faster, my thrusts becoming harder the closer I got. The stall walls started shaking with the force of my movements. If I wasn't so drunk, I would be proud of that.

"Fuck yes. Your pussy is so tight, baby," I groaned. I was going to come at any second.

The stall door swung open right as I was about to explode. I glanced over, but my vision was still fuzzy. I registered the fact that Amber was standing there a split second before I started to come. I looked away, suddenly feeling sick to my stomach, as I came.

When I looked up again, Amber was gone.

I almost went after her, but I stopped myself. We were done. If there had been even a sliver of hope before, it sure as fuck was gone now. It was for the best.

We were finished.

For the first time in my life, I truly wished death on myself.

Present August "You nervous?" Amber asked.

I pulled up to Chloe and Drake's house. "Nah. You know they're going to be happy," I said before shutting off the car.

"I hope," Amber mumbled before opening her door.

"Hey." I grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "They're our friends. They want us to be happy."

"I know," she said softly before giving me a tiny smile. "You're right. I'm being silly."

"You are," I said before climbing out of my car.

Amber was already out of her seat and in the backseat, pulling Gabby's car seat off of its base, before I shut my door. I opened the other rear door and grabbed the diaper bag.

It'd been just over a month since I asked Amber to marry me. I wanted to let the whole fucking world know that we were engaged, but she'd made me promise not to tell anyone until she was ready. I didn't really understand why, but I had agreed to keep her happy.

Tonight, the whole band plus Chloe and Logan would find out at dinner. They'd planned the dinner to celebrate the birth of Gabriella. They had no idea that they'd given Amber the perfect place to make the announcement.

I'd wanted to take Amber to the courthouse the moment she said yes, but she'd refused. She wanted a wedding. She didn't want anything big, but she was adamant about having an actual wedding-with a dress and flowers. With anyone else, I would have gone running toward the nearest exit at the mention of those words, but with her, I'd just nodded and agreed like the pussy-whipped fuck I was.

We walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Seconds later, it opened. Chloe didn't even greet us before she grabbed Gabriella's car seat out of Amber's hands. Then, Chloe turned and walked back into the house.

I glanced at Amber, who was trying to hide her grin. "I assume the open door means that we're allowed to come in, too?"

She laughed. "I think so."

Since Gabriella had come home, Chloe had spent nearly every day at my place. It seemed that she'd grown rather attached to Gabby. When I'd mentioned it to Drake, he had rolled his eyes. If Chloe had anything to say about it, I saw a baby in their future very soon.

We walked in and closed the door behind us. I followed Amber into the living room where Chloe was already unstrapping Gabby from her car seat. Eric, Jade, Logan, and Bethaney-Jade's sister-were all sitting in chairs or on the floor. Drake stood a few feet away from the doorway. I snickered when I saw him warily watching Chloe and Gabriella. He glanced over and flipped me off when he saw me watching him.

"Don't say a word," he grumbled.

"You know, it's really easy to have a baby of your very own. All you have to do is-"

"No!" Drake cut me off. "I'm well aware of how babies are made. I just don't want one. Yours will do."

Chloe frowned at him. "Eventually, I want one."

"Sure, we can have one when Gabriella's old enough to babysit."

Amber grinned as she sat down next to Chloe on the couch. "I'm going to start charging a holding fee."

"All of you, shut up. Gabriella and I are bonding," Chloe snapped before turning her attention back to Gabby. "Aren't we, pretty girl? Yes. Yes, we are."

I caught Drake's eye and grinned as Chloe continued to baby talk. It was amazing how infants could strip adults of their dignity. I wouldn't dare say that out loud. Chloe would probably throw the car seat at me.

I sat down on the arm of the couch next to Amber. She looked up at me and smiled briefly before turning her attention back to Gabby and Chloe. Jade and Bethaney stood and walked over to where Gabby was. I rolled my eyes before moving out of the way so that they could all ooh and aah over my kid. Women and babies were like magnets to each other.

Eric, Logan, Drake, and I settled in on the other side of the room. The women completely ignored us.

"We've all been replaced," Logan said as he shook his head.

"Baby versus Men, Round One, goes to the infant in the pink onesie," Drake mumbled.

I cleared my throat, and the men all looked at me. "I have some news. Actually, Amber and I have some news."

Eric groaned. "Please tell me you're not already expecting another one."

I flipped him off. "No, we're not."

"Then, what is it?" Drake asked.

"Amber?" I called loud enough for her to hear me.

She looked up. "What?"

"Do you want to tell them, or should I?" I asked.

"Oh!" She glanced over at the girls before standing and walking over to me. "Adam and I have an announcement."

"Are you pregnant again?" Jade asked.

Eric laughed.

"No!" Amber's eyes widened in horror. "I couldn't handle another one yet."

"That's the damn truth," I mumbled.

She hit me on the shoulder.

I grinned. "What? It's the truth. Having a kid is like the ultimate form of birth control."

She rolled her eyes before reaching into her jeans pocket and pulling out her engagement ring. She slipped it onto her finger and held up her hand. "Adam and I are getting married!"

The shrieks from the girls were enough to bust my eardrums. I winced and rubbed my ears.

"Congrats!" everyone said at once.

The girls ran to Amber and tightly hugged her as the guys clapped me on the back.

"He asked me to marry him when we brought Gabriella home," Amber told everyone.

"What? Why are you guys just now telling us?" Chloe demanded.

"I wanted to wait until we adjusted to having Gabriella," Amber explained.

"I never thought you'd be the first," Eric said as he grinned at me.

"What do you mean?"

"To settle down."

I shook my head. "Drake and Jade beat me to it."

"Chloe and Drake got married first, but you're the one with the kid, and you're getting married now. You've officially settled down."

A year ago, those words would have made me cringe. Now, I just grinned. The thought of spending the rest of my life with Amber and Gabby made me feel . . . alive, happy, and at peace. It was more than I'd ever hoped for.

"Next, you'll get a puppy," Logan piped up.

I looked over to see him grinning at me. Logan and I had never been close, and he generally kept to himself when the band was around. The fact that he was tormenting me was practically monumental.

"I'm a cat person actually," I told him. "I've always been drawn to pussy."

Drake snorted, but he wisely kept his mouth shut.

"So, have you guys set a date yet?" Chloe asked.

Amber nodded. "We want a Christmas wedding."

"Aw, that'll be perfect, and it gives you time to plan," Jade said.

Amber grinned. "We want all of you guys to be in the wedding. We're going to keep it really small. It'll just be our group and my parents."

"Of course we'll be in it!" Chloe said as if the thought of not being a part of the wedding was beyond her comprehension.

"Good." Amber looked over at the guys. "That means you assholes as well. You in?"

The guys nodded.

Drake spoke up, "Will I have to wear a suit?"

Amber shrugged. "That's up to Adam. I'm in charge of the girls. He gets you idiots."

Drake looked at me. "Oh, goody."

I smirked. "Better start kissing ass now unless you want to wear a red-and-green suit. After all, it is a Christmas wedding."

Past September I glared at the brunette who was sitting next to Chloe and Drake in the sand. After noticing her only a few minutes before, I had been watching the back of her head, hoping that I was wrong. It couldn't be her. There was no fucking way that she would show up at my party. She was supposed to be clear across the goddamn country, not relaxing in the sand fifteen feet away from me.

It had to be her though. She was sitting with Chloe and Drake.

I took a deep breath as I started walking toward them. I needed to know. As I approached, I caught the end of whatever Drake was saying.

"Keep your orgasms to yourself."

"Who's orgasming?" I asked as I stopped behind the brunette.

Her entire body locked up at the sound of my voice. It was Amber.

"I am. All these hot guys are sending my ovaries into overdrive," Chloe said.

I started to respond, but the brunette slowly turned toward me. I froze when I saw her face for the first time in two years.

Amber.

God, she was more beautiful now than she had been then.

But one look at her, and I knew it wasn't only her looks that had changed. Her eyes were full of weariness and even hate. The carefree woman I'd left behind was nowhere to be seen.

I wanted to step forward and touch her. I wanted to tell her how sorry I was for the things I'd said and done to her, but I couldn't. We were past that. Trying to apologize would do neither of us good. She thought I hated her, and I needed her to continue to think that.

"What the fuck is she doing here?" I shot a glare in her direction.

"I invited her. Is that going to be a problem?" Drake said.

My eyes flickered to him. I was surprised at the coldness in his voice.

"No," I bit out. "It's no problem at all. Just keep the whore away from me."

"Hey!" Chloe yelled at me. "Stop being a fucking asshole."