Page 34 of Sing Your Heart Out

As quickly as he slides his hand down inside my bathrobe and cups my breast, I turn my head up to find his mouth. Every time that he still wants me, my fears about him ease.

And I want him every bit as badly as he wants me.

Soon though, I gently push back again his embrace. “Smith…” I say, shaking my head. “We have to write a song today. And then we get judged on it…”

Smith sighs, resting his chin on the top of my head. “I know, sweetheart. I just… I can’t get enough of you.”

He squeezes my hip, sliding my bathrobe away and showing my bare skin. His touch against my inner thigh brands me, searing me through.

I make a soft noise of need, but Smith pulls away. “To be continued. Tonight, no matter what the outcome of the contest is, you won’t be able to keep me from touching you.” Shivering, I look up at him with wide eyes and nod. “I can’t wait.”

He tips my chin up with a finger and places a drugging kiss against my lips. Then he releases me, going back to getting ready. A sigh on my lips already, I get dressed too.

I grab my guitar and head down the stairs. after Smith. We enter the kitchen quietly. Mellie’s making everyone pancakes.

Everyone is really off in their own world. I snag a plateful of pancakes and eat a little, although everything tastes like sawdust to me just now.

I’m wondering what will happen if Smith or I are eliminated tonight. The idea weighs heavy on my mind just now.

I hear a commotion in the front hall. Looking up from my plate, I hear a booming male voice.

“Let me in! You can’t stop me from seeing her!”

I freeze. That voice, that loud cadence… they are so familiar to me that I shrink down in my seat without thinking about it. Smith casts a questioning eye over me, having seen my reaction.

But in the next second, it all becomes clear: Justin storms into the room, his face red.

“There you are,” he says, stabbing his finger toward my face. “Jesus fucking christ, Sarah. You made it very hard to find you.”

I am frozen in place, my mouth open. My heart hammers in my chest. My mouth goes dry.

He found me.

“I’m willing to make nice now, and take you back home where you belong,” Justin sneers.

Instantly Smith is on his feet, intercepting Justin’s path. Smith puts up a hand.

Justin glares at him, knocking his hand aside. “Get the fuck out of my way. I’m trying to get to my girl, you fuckwad.”

Narrowing his eyes, Smith steps closer to Justin.

“Are you the ex, then?”

Dwayne and Marco come up behind Justin, staring daggers at his back. Justin stares at Smith, a smirk on his lips. “No. I’m Sarah’s husband. It’s legal and everything.”

My cheeks flame scarlet. I didn’t want anyone to know that I was married… though I ran away from Justin, we were technically still legally linked.

Smith doesn’t skip a beat though. “You need to leave, pal.”

Justin’s expression hardens. “I’m not your pal, guy. And I definitely do not need to do as you say.”

He peeks around Smith’s big body to see me. I’m stuck in my spot, terrified.

Justin does not do well when he’s in a high pressure situation like this. He’s like a ticking time bomb.

“Hey,” Smith says, pushing Justin back. “Don’t look at her. Look at me. I’m telling you right now that you should leave.”

“Leave my wife here?” Justin chuckles. “Yeah right. You should get the fuck out of my way.” He squints. “Or did Sarah spread her legs for you already? I think she has. Three weeks she’s been gone and the little whore can’t help but suck the dick of the first guy who looks her way…”

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