Page 4 of Love Song, Take Two

“I fucking love that,” she whispered, brushing her nose slowly against his.

He hummed, cupping her jaw with his other hand and tilted her head slightly so he could press a kiss to her mouth. She giggled softly, kissing him back before pulling away to stare into his eyes.

“Will you think of me after tonight?”

“What do you mean?”

Mick shrugged, list forgotten as her fingers brushed through his freshly washed hair. “The tour is over, we’re both going back to regular life, so…will you think of me?”

“Regular life?”

“College, graduation, finding a job, making my parents proud.”

Nodding slowly, he let that realization settle into his bones. He’d never see her after this. All he would have with this incredible woman was this one night, one night that he hadn’t made the most of. Fletcher wondered if he would have done things differently if he’d known that this was the first and last night he’d get with her.

“What’s your regular life look like, Fletch?”

“Jamming with the guys, maybe even back into the studio.”

Mick’s eyes widened. “Another album?”

“If we’re lucky,” he said, chuckling as he leaned in to bury his face in her neck. “I’m gonna miss you, Mick.”

Her fingers moved through his hair slowly, the tips brushing against the back of his neck. “The night’s not over, Fletch. Don’t say goodbye yet.”

He slipped his hands under her T-shirt, mapping her body slowly. The dip above her perfect ass, the arch of her spine. Then around to her soft belly and down to her thighs that no longer had the indents from her fishnet stockings. He was going to miss her; miss the way she didn’t treat him like a famous musician, miss the way she called him Fletch and mostly miss how whole he felt when he was with her.

“Take it off,” she whispered, her lips finding his in a slow kiss.

He bunched the T-shirt in his hands and tugged it upwards, breaking contact long enough to tug it over her head. Their mouths were drawn back to each other, like magnets as hers arms wrapped around his neck. The kiss was slow, a deep exploration of tongues and teeth, moans and groans echoing between them. He pressed his hands flat to Mick’s back and held her flush against him, her hard nipples rubbing against his bare chest.

As her hands slid down over his shoulders and chest, Fletcher deepened the kiss, needing to imprint himself on her soul forever. She was young and beautiful, so when she returned to her ‘regular life’, some lucky asshole would get to love her. While he pondered all the ways he could have made her stay.

“Underwear,” she said against his mouth and he grunted at the thought of being separated from her for even a few seconds. But Mick whipped off her blue underwear faster than he expected, a laugh bursting out of him at the way she tossed it aside. “Your turn.”

Not to be left behind, Fletcher followed suit and made a dramatic show of getting rid of his boxer-briefs. At least it made Mick giggle, her face lighting up with a big smile.

“Come here, beautiful,” he mumbled, tugging her back into his lap.

As his hands slid down to her ass, pulling her against him, her hand dipped between them to wrap around his dick. The contact made them both moan into the kiss. She nipped at his bottom lip as her body lifted off his briefly and then before he could catch his breath, she was sliding down on him. Their eyes met as he filled her to the hilt and Fletcher knew in that moment that nothing in the world would ever compare to this feeling—of being surrounded by a woman so beautiful, everything else lost its potency.

Micah

Watch it, kid. I’m still plenty cool.

Now, 2024 | Sirena Beach, California

“Mom! Where are my suspenders?”

Micah closed her eyes and focused on the way her lukewarm cup of coffee made her feel instead. It had been piping hot at some point, but raising a teenager meant that even though she started one thing, she ended up doing a million other things. Not to mention spending most of her life with undiagnosed ADHD and it was a miracle that she did any of the things on her list. Sure, she had her medication now and it helped a lot, but her teenager was still the biggest source of distraction.

“Moooooooom!”

They’d done this enough times that she knew there was no point responding or even offering to help her daughter find what she was looking for. She sipped on her coffee and found her mug empty. Pouting, she rinsed it out and set it in her dishwasher before letting it slam shut.

“I found them! Was with my socks!”

“Where they always are,” she whispered and moved around the kitchen wiping down counters and putting things away. She started packing their lunches, keeping one ear focused on the movements upstairs. For all her complaints and concerns about her daughter, Micah was beyond grateful that she existed. Emery was the one thing she did right in her marriage, which was doomed from the start.

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