Page 59 of Chronicles of a Rockin' Mess

“Let go, baby bird, fly away,” he whispers against my lips as he does something magical down there. He grinds his hips in such a way that he’s rubbing my clit and G-spot all at the same time. I’m in sensory overload. The smell of my arousal and his cologne mix in my nostrils. I can hear our heavy breathing as we both thrust against each other looking for our releases. I can taste the mint of his toothpaste on his teeth, and I can feel him, oh, how I can feel him. Every movement of him inside me is stroking a fire that’s quickly becoming an out-of-control raging inferno.

He moves faster, and then I’m gone. It’s like I just jumped off a cliff and am flying high, sailing over the world and watching it from above. I feel free and exhilarated. My body is shaking, my muscles are undulating, and my voice is crying out incoherent things. He slams into me hard once more, and I feel his seed coat me. His head is back, his lips parted in a silent cry. It’s primal and something about it sates me. My independent self is momentarily forgotten, and I’m in pure bliss as this man of my dreams claims me.

He thrusts several more times. Finally, he lies still on top of me. His weight on his elbows, his eyes searching mine.

“Are you OK, my baby bird?” he asks me as he peppers my face with gentle kisses.

I make some sort of “uh-huh” noise.

He chuckles. “What was that?” he asks, licking my jaw.

“Soooo good. But just so you know, I might never move from this bed again,” I tell him.

“Good, because I don’t plan on letting you go,” he replies with a smirk and a wink. “Ever.”

Lincoln

Holding Lark in my arms feels like heaven. But I know we have to talk about what happened before she left me.

“Lark?” I say to her after a few minutes.

“Hmmm.”

“I need to confess something,” I say, clenching my jaw because I fear her reaction.

She opens her eyes and looks up at me.

“I did it on purpose,” I admit, closing my eyes.

“Did what?” she asks.

“I made you leave,” I whisper.

She shakes her head, not understanding me.

“Gretchen…the…I did it on purpose because I knew you’d leave,” I say to her. Her eyes open wide, and she scoots away from me a bit, a look of hurt in her eyes.

“W-why? Why would you do that?” she asks. The way she’s looking at me right now is killing me.

I take a deep breath. “Because you deserved better than me. Because I heard you sing, and I knew if I didn’t make you leave, you’d never follow your dreams,” I say, my voice gravelly from my sincerity. I see the look of hurt on her face start to morph into something else.

“But…” She trails off as she looks at me, and I can’t read her emotions.

“I was…an asshole. I don’t know what I was thinking. I…there’s no excuse for my behavior, Lark. What makes it worse is that I care about you, I still care about you. I’m so, so sorry. I fucked up, and I don’t deserve you,” I say to her as I shut my eyes. It’s the feel of her hand on my cheek that has me opening them again.

She searches my eyes. “I forgive you,” she says slowly, and with those three little words, she releases me from all my pent-up guilt, and I release a breath. “You’re right though, you were an asshole.”

I laugh. “I was.”

“But…you aren’t anymore,” she points out, and she’s right.

“You make me want to be a better man, Lark,” I admit to her.

She smiles. “You may be one messed-up rock star, but you’re my messed-up rock star,” she says as she leans in and kisses me. I’ve never been so relieved in my life. I don’t deserve her. I don’t deserve a second chance, but I’m not going to let that chance go. And I’ll spend all night showing her how much she means to me.

Chapter 26

Iwake to find the most amazing site ever, Lark sprawled out over me, a blanket half-covering us. I’m about to wake her with a kiss when there’s a clanging from downstairs. Lark pops up, and we both turn in time to see a blur of fluff skitter from the top step and into my room.

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