Page 133 of Ghost Note

“And have all the other women staring at you? I think not.”

“It doesn’t matter who’s looking at me when I’m only looking at you, Zee.”

It was little, sincere one-liners like that that had become her weakness. I meant every one of them, too. She was up and out of her chair in no time, making her way to me. I moved the chair back, and she swung her legs over my waist, straddling me and making sure her pussy rested just over my dick… which was now waking up and paying attention, all right.

Zee wrapped her arms around my neck and rocked her arse back and forth in a gentle rhythm that was barely noticeable to the eye… only to the guy suddenly rising in my pants.

“I beg you not to show anyone else this naked chest,” she said seductively.

I gripped her hips and tensed everywhere. “What’s it worth?”

“Me. Naked. On this small table. Up against that window. Over there on the counter. On the floor, in the living room, on the stairs… wherever the hell you want me.”

“On your knees?”

“My favourite.” She smiled.

“Christ, you ruin me, Zee.” I looked down at the point where we were connected, already desperate to tear what little clothes we had on and push her down until she wrapped those sweet, warm lips around my cock. Glancing up, I was already panting. “What about Ben’s wedding?”

“You’re thinking about that when I’m promising you your favourite thing?”

“Hell, no. I just don’t want you to have any regre… oh, that feels so fucking good.”

I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, my fingers digging into her harder. Daisy dropped her lips to my neck, and she placed teasing kisses there that made my skin prickle and my balls burn.

“What will it be, Danny? Shall we make it to Ben’s wedding on time, or should we run a little late and have alotof fun beforehand?”

“Fun,” I rasped. “Lots of fun.”

“Yeah.” I felt her smile against me. “Screw responsibility.”

So we ran a little late to Hope Cove’s wedding of the year. We made it just in time to see Ben marrying some woman whose name I couldn’t remember after a whirlwind summer romance that had made his whole world sparkle like he was permanently living in Paris.

Some loves take a second to grow like Ben and his soon to be wife. Then there are others, like mine and Daisy’s, where it had taken years apart to become absolute.

As I stood there in my black suit, white shirt, and my grey tie, I couldn’t keep my hands off of the exposed skin on Daisy’s back. She wore a stunning pale lemon dress that fell over her knees in pleats, hugged her chest perfectly, yet left her toned and tanned back on display.

The vows were made on Harbour Beach, with the sun on our skin, the sea in our view, and the wind blowing through our hair, and all I could think about as Ben found the love of his life and committed to her for eternity was…

I cannot wait to make Daisy my wife.

I couldn’t.

There was no more running now. There never would be. If Daisy would allow it, I’d chain myself to her ankle and let her drag me through life one painfully beautiful day at a time.

We had a lot of living to do together, and I was going to give her the best existence she could imagine. She’d been a part of every song I’d ever played, even when I’d been trying to achieve the impossible by moving on and forgetting about her.

For some time, she may not have been a vocal part of my life, but she was always there. She was always the first thing I thought about in a morning, and the last thing at night. The beautiful girl from home who flashed through my mind before every performance in a foreign land. The one I thought about during every interview, photoshoot, and television appearance.

Daisy had been my ghost note for so long—the faint yet integral part of the song no one else could hear, but I knew was needed. The silent part of my melody and soul that allowed me to believe I could make music that would save, not only my life, but a thousand others.

Now?

Now she had become the whole damn song. The loudest riff, the smoothest chord progression, the most natural beat. Every plectrum I owned had Daisy’s name on it, and I couldn’t wait to spend a lifetime waking up next to her, knowing that, actually, the music was just a bonus.

The only thing to ever save me had always been her.

As though sensing my attention was on nothing but her, Daisy looked up. The sun caught her sparkling eyes at just the right moment, and when she smiled at me, happy and carefree, I felt my chest split wide open.

Thank all the music gods to exist…she loves me.

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