Page 110 of Musical Games
‘It’s all going to be fine,’ he told her.
She snuggled against him, feeling his warmth, drinking in the scent of him. Finally, she felt like she was home.
‘What are we going to do?’ she asked.
He kissed the top of her head. ‘Live happily ever after of course.’
Being backwith him was so familiar, yet so new. The possibilities were limitless. Neither had any commitments except to each other. They went back into the pub and played a second set of all the songs they'd written together, finishing with ‘The Heart of Scotland’, then extricated themselves from the crowds of well-wishers and walked back down the dark high street to Morag’s. Jamie held her hand tightly, as if still in shock she was here and worried if he let go she might float away.
‘How did you know where I would be? How did you get the second microphone?’ he asked.
‘Fiona and Zoe set it up for me. I arrived at your mum’s just after you left for the pub.’
‘She’s not at home tonight.’
She grinned at him. ‘She told me she was going to Big Jim’s for an “adult sleepover”, and “a bit of Netflix and chill”.’
Jamie groaned. ‘The sooner I’m out of there, the better. I’ve started sleeping in Fi’s old room with earplugs in.’
She giggled. ‘A few months ago you thought you’d never leave.’
‘And now I can’t bloody wait.’
Jamie unlockedthe back door and she entered the kitchen and took off her shoes. She was suddenly shy and nervous. After so long yearning for him, he was finally hers.
‘I like the new light.’
He smiled. ‘Mum still wants the old one back, but I refused. I told her if Big Jim tried to change it, he’d electrocute himself.’
He went to the kettle. ‘Do you want some tea? Coffee?’ He paused. ‘Me?’
Yes, yes, yes.Her body was a mob of football supporters cheering her on.
‘You, please.’
He held out his hand and she was drawn into his arms. He cradled her face and rested his forehead on hers.
‘I love you, Sam.’
She swallowed, trying to control her emotions. ‘I love you too.’
His kisses were soft, coaxing her lips apart. Tingles spread across her skin like warm honey. She was finally back where she belonged and it was perfect. His tongue licked into her mouth and she moaned, pulling him closer. He held the back of her head with one hand and ran the other down her spine to cup her bottom, tugging her against him. Pleasure rushed through her with every beat of her heart. She opened herself to him, needing everything. She craved his skin against hers, his lips on her breasts, his cock buried deep inside her. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his back, rocking against him, threading her fingers through his hair.
He walked her to the stairs and started to climb. She held on tight, feeling his bedroom door against her back as he pushed it open. He kicked it shut, then laid her gently on the bed, his tongue dancing with hers and sending sparkles of light shivering down inside her. She burned for him, her heart expanding with love so fierce and bright she could hardly breathe. She brought her hands between them, fighting to unfasten the button of his jeans. He broke the kiss, his eyes hazy and unfocused.
‘You first.’
She shook her head. ‘No, Jamie. I need you inside me now.’
He hesitated. ‘But—’
‘Please.’
‘Do you have a condom?’ he asked.
‘I’m on birth control and I’m clear. If you’re happy, we don’t have to use them.’
His cheeks were flushed, his eyes so dark. He nodded.
