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And there it was.

The orgasm that hit me was intense and explosive, shaking me from head to toe as I continued to writhe over him. His fingers dug into my hips, adding the slightest hint of pain, and I went over the edge again, crying out.

“Shh.” He leaned up and captured my mouth with his, kissing me with everything he had.

And it was so much more than enough.

It was fucking everything.

FORTY-FIVE

Tommy

Getting behind my drum set for the first time in two months was a little trippy. I was running on just a few hours’ sleep, my knee was tightly taped, and there was an energy in the room that was exciting. The girls were all here, as was River, with the cutest little noise-cancelling headphones to protect his ears. Bash was coming later this afternoon, just to hang out and in case I needed him.

Sasha had called and said she was running late but would be here soon, and I was anxious to get going.

We’d wanted a little time to find our groove before inviting anyone else to play, but my gut told me I was going to be fine.

After last night’s lovemaking marathon with Harley, getting re-engaged, and everything back on track, the only thing left was figuring out if I could play.

I used my left leg to thump on one bass drum a little, since I used two of them, and then tapped my foot on the right.

No pain.

I thumped a little harder, getting used to how it felt to play with my knee wrapped this way, and so far, everything felt normal.

I picked up my sticks, twirled them a few times and then did a light tap-tap-tap on the snare, adding a little back beat with my feet.

Oh, yeah.

I glanced up and found Harley watching me with a soft smile. River was on her lap, and he waved when he caught my eye. I grinned and twirled my sticks for him, making him laugh. Then I did a roll on the snare, hit the bass drums with both feet, and pinged against the cymbals.

Yup, I was back.

“Let’s do this,” I called to the band. “What the hell are we waiting for?”

“Just waiting on you, gimpy!” Kellan called with a laugh, swinging his guitar back and forth.

“Gimpy, my ass!” I grunted, hitting the bass a little harder.

This felt good.

I wasn’t stupid, I knew the knee wasn’t back to a hundred percent, but between the steroids, the Advil I’d taken, and the bandage, I was going to get through these two songs no matter what.

“Guys!” Sasha came running into the room, a huge smile on her face. “Sorry I’m late, but I just got the best fucking news. Sorry, I know you’re about to start warming up, but you’re going to want to hear this.”

“What up?” Kingston asked as we all paused what we were doing and turned to listen.

“It’s a little convoluted, so try to follow the explanation.”

“I asked my mom if she and/or my stepdad would be willing to use one of their shell corporations to buy back your masters. You would pay for it, of course, or just buy them from him, but we know Aurora won’t sell to you. She would sell to a stranger for a lot of money, though.”

“Oh, shit.” I raised my eyebrows.

“The royal family uses shell corporations to hide their identity when they’re doing business outside of Limaj, but not because they’re laundering money or anything. It’s just safer to do business and make investments with random corporations than with a royal family, you know? Anyway, my mom talked to my stepdad, and they agreed they would buy your masters for you, assuming you guys agree on a price. It’ll have to be high, but that’s up to you. And we’ll use a very wealthy friend of a friend to do the actual transaction, with money being moved under the table so Aurora has no idea who’s actually buying the masters.”

“What?” Kellan looked startled.

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