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He placed his index and forefinger over her clit and played it just like he would his guitar strings when he wanted a little more reverb, all pressure with wicked fast back and forths.

“Oh, shit. Ben,” she gasped, her back arching as she came.

It was weak, and he knew she could do better. He continued to strum her as he sped up his thrusts. The sound of their breath, their bodies, and the steady shunt of the bed legs as their momentum moved it inches across the floor.

Chaya gripped his wrist. “It’s too much,” she cried.

“Nah, babe. We’re just getting started. Go with it. Come for me again, because it’s fucking hot when you do.”

He placed his palm flat on the bed near her shoulder and hammered into her.

“Ben,” she cried.

Fuck. He was so close. He thought of the line-up against Liverpool in the last match of the season. “Chay. Don’t make me wait.”

He placed his lips to her neck, simply inhaling her. When she began to clench around him, when she squeezed his dick as she came, he let go of his restraint.

Stars flickered in his peripheral vision as his own orgasm overtook him. Suddenly, his legs shook and his knees buckled as he pressed his weight onto her.

He wasn’t sure he’d ever had an orgasm as intense. One that made him want to pass out yet do it all over again right away.

“Fuck,” he groaned, every letter drawn out. He sucked in air and wiped the sweat from his brow. “Didn’t know it could feel like that.”

Chaya lay with her eyes closed, one arm over her forehead. “Me, either.”

“You liked it?” he asked, holding her close as he stroked her hair from her face.

She opened one eye. “That’s the definition of a stupid question, given I came twice and can barely catch my breath.”

Ben grinned. He’d always thought himself a pretty good and considerate lover. But seeing Chaya so thoroughly loved she couldn’t move was proof.

He cupped her cheek. “I love fucking you, Chay. I love making love with you. I love holding hands with you. I just love that I get to do this with you. I know this is all taking some pretty big sacrifices on your part, but I don’t want you to think for a minute that I don’t feel blessed as fuck that we get to do this.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him, the sweetest fucking feeling in the world.

15

“Happy studio opening,” Ben said as Matt opened the door to his freshly renovated home.

“You know, I’ve got no problem with people coming over for an afternoon at the best of times,” Matt said. “But I could kiss Iz for this. I’d never have thought to make a big deal of it. But I guess she’s right.”

“Of course she’s right,” Cerys said. “Every rock star home should have a recording studio.”

“So how come ours doesn’t?” Jase grumbled as he and Cerys arrived behind them.

“Yet.” Cerys kissed Jase’s cheek. “Because I was too busy building Matt’s and running my own to build you one.”

“That hardly seems fair, sunshine.”

Ben laughed. “I’m sure if you tell her what you want, she’ll send you an estimate for her time and effort, plus an extra ten percent because you’re a dick expecting your missus to build it for you.”

Cerys grinned. “I feel like I should let Ben handle my negotiations from now on.”

“I feel like Ben should fuck off and mind his own business,” Jase said, but the smile said he’d taken the ribbing in good nature.

Once inside, Ben found everyone else was there. The hallway and living room were finished, and a tray of champagne glasses sat on the coffee table.

“Okay, okay,” Iz called out. “The stragglers are here.”

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