Page 49 of One More Song

I hope she’s right. But it’s hard not to let my anxiety overwhelm me. I can’t lose Cadence. It would destroy me - completely.

Ash is on the couch playing his guitar when I walk in the front door. He stands when he sees me, concern flashing in those gray eyes as he walks toward me.

“Thought you were gone for the night.” The house is quiet, the other guys either in their rooms or gone out, and he doesn’t hesitate to pull me into his arms.

I relax against him, fingers curling in his shirt and breathe him in. Millie was right, this is where I need to be tonight. “I needed this,” I whisper against his chest.

His hand cups my jaw and he forces me to look at him. Those stormy eyes of his are full of emotions I can’t interpret. But I see the worry there. “Ember—”

“I don’t want to talk right now. I just...I need...”

He nods, understanding, and takes my hand, leading me to my bedroom.

Our clothes are discarded quickly, his mouth and hands roam across my body, making me feel and forget. And when our flesh connects, I’m lost in him.

My nipples ache, my clit throbs, and trails of heat and sensations whip across every nerve in my body. Both lost and found in his arms.

I focus my anger, my fear, my frustration into taking what I want - the pleasure, the pain. I ride him, hard, uninhibited, my head rolling back, my moans filling the room.

Electric pleasure races through me, my pussy tightening around his thick cock. My nails dig into his flesh, my hips rocking against his deep, penetrating movements that have my entire body pulsing, throbbing.

“Ash,” I cry out, sensations exploding through my core, pleasure erupting inside me, so powerful I feel the world tilt, my vision go dim.

He flips me on my back, thrusting deep as I ride the seemingly never-ending wave of my orgasm, and he comes hard inside me, my name a guttural sound on his lips as he does.

We lay there for a moment, our bodies still connected, catching our breaths.

God, I love him.There’s no denying it now.

He rolls over and discards the condom, before turning back to me and wrapping me in his arms.

I run my fingers over his abs, my cheek against his chest. It feels right, having him here, in my bed.

Safe.

Protected.

That’s what I feel.

Like even though I’m terrified of losing my daughter, I know somehow Ash will make it right.

“Cadence wanted me to ask you if you’ll go to her dance recital this Sunday,” I murmur sleepily.

I feel him tense, and he shifts to his side, his expression heavy when he looks at me. “Actually, I need to talk to you about that.”

“If it’s too weird, I get it. I know there’ll be people who’ll recognize you.”

“It’s not that.” He sits up, and his lips turn down, a deep V forming between his brows.

“What’s wrong?”

He sighs, dragging a hand through his hair, jaw clenching. “Synn was talking to our manager today.” He looks at me then, and I feel the weight of what he’s about to say. “She wants us back in L.A.”

“Oh.” Ice pricks at my skin, and I sit up, pulling the sheets around me. “When?”

He winces. “Two days.”

The shock has me silenced for a moment. He’s leaving. Already. I knew it was inevitable, despite how hard my heart didn’t want to believe it.But two days?

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