Page 33 of High Note

“Yes. You like that, huh? Oh, honey, you’re hot as fire.” Skyla kissed her, lips on her cheek and her shoulder, tongue flicking out to taste her.

She didn’t have the breath to argue. She needed pleasure, pressure. She needed Skyla, and Skyla was giving her everything.

They rocked together, hands moving, their breath coming hard. Sweat ran on her body, rivulets going down between her breasts, and she figured they were melting the snow on the roof.

The spring of need in the pit of her belly tightened more and more. She was getting desperate, ready to let go. And Skyla was moaning continuously, starting to lose the rhythm.

“Please…oh fuck, please. Yes.” She bucked up, her lips parted and hungry.

“Uh-huh. Soon, honey. I cain’t take much more.” That voice was getting rougher and twangier by the second. It was stunningly hot.

“You’re giving…” Kirsten grunted as that tension let go, giving her wave after wave of pleasure.

“Oh!” Skyla’s eyes flew open wide, her lips forming the same shape as the sound.

“Ohhhhh.” She shivered and shook against Kirsten, her orgasm sweeping through her.

Kirsten slumped down with a sigh, snuggling into Skyla’s shoulder.

“Mmmm. Oh, that was a fine thing.” She was a little worried that Skyla was going to be one of those women who babbled after sex, but she just settled, hand on Kirsten’s butt.

She leaned forward, kissing the top of Skyla’s head. Naptime. Then food. Then round two.

It was one hell of a plan, as far as she was concerned.

Chapter Eleven

Skyla brought Kirsten to the studio with her.

Lucie was so not going to be able to play, and her engineer was threatening to go fishing with her bus driver and her dog. So, she needed to get into the studio and do some damn recording.

The rest of the band was going to have to fucking deal.

“Hey, guys. Kirsten has some time off before her shift tomorrow, so she’s going to sit in with us.”

No one so much as peeped. They just nodded and said, “Yes, boss.”

Kirsten’s lips twisted, but she just unpacked her guitar and got set up to play, which was a good deal.

Skyla wanted that song down as a demo. The one she and Kirsten had written. She wanted to shop it out to some of the angry girl singers she knew.

They’d have written more if they hadn’t been incredibly busy fucking and lazing around in that amazing claw foot bathtub and playing with kittens. She’d never had such a good day off in her entire life.

Mich nodded to Kirsten finally. “Hey. Thanks for sitting in. Lucie’s arm is really messed up.”

Kirsten nodded back. “No problem. It’ll be good to jam.”

“I already got to sit in with Kirsten’s friends,” Skyla said, setting the tone.

“Did you?” Brenda grinned at both of them. “Was it fun?”

“It was so fun.” Skyla laughed out loud. “There was all this food and hot chocolate and music… And the snow was rad!”

“We stayed inside and hid for the rest of the evening, but the leftover meatballs were good.” Andi grinned. “We all just needed to decompress. Sorry if we were asses, Kirsten.”

Kirsten just shrugged. “I’m not mad.”

“Good deal. Okay, guys, I noted down this song, and we need to fiddle with it. You up for it?” She would see what her guys were able to do with it.

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