Legends

All Mine

Allie's POV

My back hit the brick wall near the side door of the newly built Brandon Amphitheatre. I was immediately thankful for the shorts I had tugged on earlier instead of the sundress I'd originally laid out as Brantley lifted me up wrapping my legs around his waist with a chuckle before slamming his lips down on mine. At least this way I wasn't having the possibility of flashing the whole crew. I banded my arms around his neck trying to get closer nipping the end of his tongue with my teeth earning me a growl that sent shivers down my spine.

After barely dragging ourselves out of bed this past weekend, we'd finally come straggling into Nashville late Tuesday night for him to go over things for tomorrow night's show yesterday. We'd be headed back to Nashville late tonight. I had plans to meet up with Caroline while he was busy tomorrow. That and to hopefully get some work done. I felt his rough hand slide under the t-shirt I was wearing and bit back a whimper as he teased the edge of my lace bra.

"B..." I mumbled trying to break the kiss. He only held me tighter. "M....m...B.....don't you have VIP in a few minutes?"

"Mhmmmm...." He mumbled kissing the underside of my jaw and continuing down my neck. "So? I've got time."

"No you don't," I said pushing his shoulders lightly to make him look at me. "PJ yelled at you twenty minutes ago to hurry up."

"Well," he said with a broad grin kissing me again. "Shouldn't have walked up front in those shorts. I can't help it if they are a danger to my health baby. You know those damn tan legs are my weakness." He went to lower his lips to mine again and I lifted my hand covering his mouth to stop him. He narrowed his eyes at me then growled playfully making me giggle.

"Calm yourself horndog," I said trying to wiggle out of his arms. "You can have me all to yourself later. Go take care of VIP."

"Nah," he said as he lowered me for my feet to touch the ground and slid both hands into the back pockets of my shorts squeezing. "I'll just let Ben do it. Bet he could keep them entertained."

"Baby," I said with a laugh. "He'd have every tabloid, newspaper, blogger, teen girl, and middle age mom chasing you with all the made up stories he would tell. Well, half of them would be made up. So, unless you want shit you'd better left unsaid from your younger days, I'd go handle VIP."

"Fine," he sighed leaning down to give me one last kiss.

"DAMMIT BG!" PJ yelled banging the door open making us both jump then blink our eyes like a pair of teens getting caught making out by our parents. He crossed his big arms over his chest glaring at us. "Keep your damn hands off Allie for five damn minutes. I thought you two were right behind me earlier!"

"We were," Brantley said with a shrug wrapping an arm around my waist moving to fall in step with PJ heading inside. "Allie's shoe came untied. I was helping her out." PJ stopped midstride, looking over at Brantley, then down at my sandal covered feet and sighed.

"You are so full of shit Boss, it's not even funny," he grumbled walking in front of us as we both started laughing. I reached over sliding my hand into Brantley's left front pocket making him look down at me in surprise.

"Well now Allie...." he started saying then shook his head when I held my pass up by the attached lanyard. I slipped it around my neck rolling my eyes. "Oh yea, forgot that was in there."

We walked through another door then stopped outside the VIP tent. Brantley stopped to lean over and give me a kiss but paused when PJ cleared his throat.

"Don't you give me that look Boss," he sighed as I cracked up laughing. "Y'all are acting worse than a pair of teenagers or when you were newlyweds. Give her a peck then get your ass on that stage before Mike kills me. Allie Cat, your camera bag is on the table in the back."