Page 1 of Flawless Lyric

INTRO…

MICAH

HaveI mentioned that the holidays at my house are a huge deal? Well, they are. You’d think after my parents raised five children, they’d be exhausted and hide when we come a calling. Not these two. They love to entertain their kids and their ever-growing line of grandchildren.

Mom’s Italian and loves to cook. Need I say more?

I love spending time with the family and the only time I’m away is when I’m touring. Since that’s on hold until the spring of next year, I went to the huge Labor Day celebration. With elaborate red, white, and blue: balloons, streamers, and checkered tablecloths. Tons of little flags were everywhere with plates and napkins to match. I’ve no doubt that’s too much information so I’ll stop right there.

Imagine my surprise when I walk in juggling a few watermelons and notice a beautiful woman sitting at the kitchen island talking to my mom. Who just so happens to be my one-night stand from last night. The taste of her is still lingering on my tongue...

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MICAH

Our eyes meet,and a ghost of a smile plays across her lips. Ruby-red lips that were wrapped around my cock last night. Today, they’re a pale shade of pink. A soft and subtle color perfect for a summer picnic. Unlike the provocative red that she wore last night when she was sitting at the bar.

Lonely, distracted, and desperate for something…

I get the feeling she doesn’t recognize me since I shaved this morning.

Mom looks up as I set the watermelons on the counter. “Lyric, this is my son Micah I’m always gushing about. The famous rockstar. Micah, this is Lyric Montgomery. My new office manager.”

We didn’t exchange names last night. What’s the point? We both thought we could have sinfully dirty sex and never see each other again. Little did we know that my mother would be introducing us only twelve hours later.

Extending my hand, I say, “Nice to meet you, Lyric.” My assertive tone is a dead giveaway. Now she knows exactly who I am. Sucking in a breath, she places her trembling hand in mine.

“It’s so nice to meet you. Your mom talks about you all the time.” She’s uncomfortable, I get it. We’re no longer anonymous.

Letting go of her hand, I stride over to Mom and give her a great big kiss on the cheek. She squeezes me tight.

“You shaved your beard. Did you do that for little ol’ me?” Mom hates scruff of any kind. So, yeah, I did.

“Absolutely. You know I hate shaving.” She swats me with a playful slap when the patio door slides open and Dad walks in.

He regards my shaven face and smiles. “Glad you could make it, son. I need your mom’s expertise for a moment. You mind stirring the sauce while she’s gone?” I stifle a smile since Lyric and I will be alone.

“Lyric, I’m counting on you to keep him company,” Mom says. “Make sure he doesn’t burn my sauce. His sisters won’t be none too happy if he does.” Mom gives me the look and follows Dad outside.

Now it’s just the two of us, alone. I doubt it will last since my whole family’s here. Someone’s bound to interrupt us at any minute.

Until then…

I’m going to have so much fun.

Walking over to the stove, I lift the lid and stir the sauce. Just like a good son. Once I’m finished, I sneak over to where Lyric is sitting, her back to me. I lean over just behind her and gently place my hands on either side of her. I whisper in her ear, “I can still taste you, Lyric.”

She stiffens in shock, then buries her face in her hands with a groan. “I’m so embarrassed. That was never supposed to happen.”

Gliding my nose along her sensitive neck, I whisper, “Are you referring to us meeting again, or last night’s sexcapades?” Another groan leaves her throat, and my cock suddenly jolts to life.

“Both. You must think I’m a promiscuous woman, but I can assure you last night was a first. And my very last.”

“Never gave it a second thought. I’m just curious why a beautiful woman like yourself was all alone at the bar that late at night, is all.” She sucks in a breath and doesn’t affirm or deny. Well, fuck! “Since it was your last time, did I spoil you for all other men?”

I quickly take a few steps back as she spins around on the stool to face me. Rage flashes in her gorgeous blue eyes. I love a fiery redhead. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I was celebrating my divorce and my birthday all rolled into one. I might have had a bit too much to drink.”

‘A bit’ is an understatement. Before you go thinking I took advantage of an inebriated woman, she was stone-cold sober by the time we walked inside the hotel room. The sex was more than consensual, and we both knew exactly what we were getting into. It wasn’t my first one-night stand, but if what she says is true, I’m her first.

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