Page 141 of Fractured Frets

But then she stopped and took a step back. My God. She was so beautiful. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she reached behind herself, lowered her zip, and eased the dress from her shoulders. The glittery white fabric slid to the floor, revealing her sexy silky white lingerie.

An unrecognizable growl emerged from deep within my throat. My hands quivered, eager to touch her. “Mads, you kill me.”

“I don’t want to do that.” She floated forward, kissed my lips with the softest of touches...but then she fell to her knees.

I hadn’t thought I could get any harder, but I was wrong.

I smoothed one hand over her hair. My whole body ached to have her, taste her, have her mouth on me.

As she kept her eyes locked onto mine, and raked her long fingernails across my stomach, her diamond and pearl earrings sparkled in the soft light. A small, devilish smile curled across her lips. “Want me to stop?”

“Mads, we haven’t even started.”

“Do you know how much I love you?”

“Yes. But maybe you need to show me...again. And again. And again.”

“Oh, I will. I hope you can keep up.”

She cupped my balls and my eyes fluttered shut. As she took me in her mouth, I moaned. My nuts cinched upward. Her warm, wet tongue sent shivers up my spine, across my skin and down into every toe. But when she circled the top of my dick and ran her tongue ring up the seam, my knees buckled. My breath shot from my lungs. “Yep. I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

The stud in my groove made me delirious. This was better than any drug-induced high. Heat charged through my veins as she took me deeper. Fast, then slow. Hard, then soft. As she bobbed her head, I pulsed into her mouth. Air hissed through my teeth. She focused on the tip again, working her hot tongue and stud up and down, around and around. All my blood rushed south, engorging my dick, throbbing and thudding and begging for release. I knotted my fingers into her hair. My cock slid in and out of her mouth, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

I was rendered useless. “Babe. I’m gonna come.”

Maddy wasn’t a swallower. She replaced her mouth with her hand and pumped me. Stoked me. Worked me.

YES!

As I spilled into her hand, my body convulsed and shuddered. My dick ached with delectable pulses and thuds that coursed through every vein. “Fuck, that’s good.”

“If I’d known how much you liked a stud, I would’ve gotten one months ago.” She didn’t need one, but if it made her more confident in herself, in us, who was I to complain? If she needed to blow me every day, I’d happily oblige. I loved that metal on my dick and nipples.

She grabbed my shirt off the floor to clean up, and I helped her to stand. As I drew her body flush with mine, I cupped her fine ass. Our hearts beat in sync. She wrapped her arms around me and played with my long hair. “I love you.”

“Good. Because I’m never letting you go. I love you, with everything I am.” I cradled the back of her head and crushed my lips against hers. With sensual touches and smooth strokes, I removed her sexy, skimpy lingerie and laid her down on our bed. I explored every inch of her body with my calloused fingertips and teasing tongue. I thanked the heavens every day she was here, that we were together. We may have been married for nine months, but our life together had started tonight.

Once I was hard again, I buried myself inside her. We’d broken each other, but our love had pulled us through, glued us back together, and now we were one. We’d brought about the changes we needed to make in our lives to be happy. Loving Maddy was the best thing I’d ever done. Locked in her embrace, and with our breaths entwined, I smiled against her lips. “We finally got it right, Mads.”

Her eyes glistened in the soft light. “We certainly did.”

I was her addiction. She was certainly mine. She was better than any drug, any drink and any lover I’d had before. Our paths had finally aligned. For the first time in a long time, I was fucking happy.

Look out Canada . . . Here we come!

Chapter 39

SLIP

Two days after our wedding, I placed the last of my suitcases next to my guitars by the front door and dumped my satchel loaded with music-filled notebooks and my laptop on the floor beside them. I took Maddy’s hand, and with somber, heavy steps, we headed into the living room. We sat on my modular sofa where Flint, Cole, and Lewis had been waiting for us.

Tears welled in Flint’s red-rimmed, glassy eyes. The agony in his gaze crushed my soul. But this was the right thing to do.

He shook his head and rubbed his stubble. “You really doing this?”

“Yes. We are.” Ignoring the ache in the center of my chest, I curled my hand around Maddy’s leg and kissed her cheek.

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