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“Come inside me. I trust you. I love you. I want you inside me, always.”
Our lips seal together. He pinches my clit, and I scream into his mouth, my body going limp from the pleasure. Peripherally, I realize Scott is yelling my name as he empties himself deep inside me, holding my hips in a grip so tight, he’s marking me just as much as I did him.
We cling to each other, regaining our breath, and with it, a little bit of sanity.
“Don’t hurt me, Scott.” The tears that I never let fall before today track down my face. I’ve cried more today than in all the years since my mother died. “Everyone I’ve ever loved has hurt me. Please, don’t be the next.”
He holds me tighter, placing a gentle kiss to my shoulder.
“On my life, I swear.”
Chapter Twelve
Scott
Had I known telling Lacy the truth would be this freeing, I wouldn’t have been scared shitless to tell her who I was. The month since it all came out has been better than anything I could have ever imagined.
Never have I felt this connected to another person in all my life.
“He lives!” Geoff clomps into my apartment, not bothering to knock. It’s cool, though. We knew he was coming, so Lacy and I are fully clothed for once. It doesn’t happen often.
We do that back-slapping hug that lets us maintain our masculinity while showing another dude affection and break apart.
“So, this is what’s kept you in hiding, huh?” My drummer, and best friend, gives Lacy a slow perusal up and down her body, and I slap him upside the head for checking out my woman. “Damn, I had a piece of tail like that, and I’d never leave the house either.”
I’m about to put him in his place when Lacy speaks first. “If you had a piece of tail like me, you’d be required to shower more than once a month, brush your hair, and buy some clothes that didn’t smell like cheap whiskey. So, it’s best my tail stays where it is. For both our sakes.”
I swear, Geoff’s jaw is on the floor. Recovering quickly, he rears back with a deep laugh. “I like her. You need a no-nonsense broad.” His meaty hand claps down on my shoulder before he goes walking back to the studio to set up his kit the way he likes it.
The renovations are finally done, and today, the whole band is coming over for our first session. Lacy’s going to be taking some pictures and clips for social media, which she’s now handling for the whole band. Turned out our PR team was loyal to the record company, so we had to find a replacement fast. Lacy was more than happy to help out with the social stuff, and she recommended a guy to handle press and tours.
With the help of my lawyer, Lacy was able to set up a corporation so she could start charging for her services again. We never did hear back from that fucking agent who showed her the pictures, so her accounts are still on lock down. It doesn’t even matter anymore. We’re moving on.
I throw my arm around Lacy and pull her in for a kiss. We keep it short and PG rated since the man-baby is lurking around the place. “I love that you just put him in his place. One more thing to add to the list.”
“I love that you were about five seconds from beating up one of your oldest friends for me. But there is no need. I can tell Geoff is about as threatening as a Saint Bernard.”
“Yeah, but I drool less.” The fucker waltzes back in and goes straight for the fridge. He grumbles about the lack of booze, and I just shrug. Finally picking out a sports drink, he comes back over to us. “So, when’s everyone else getting here?”
As if his words conjure the rest of the band from thin air, suddenly, our normally peaceful place is filled with cursing rock stars. Everyone is hugging and pushing at each other. We turn into a pack of puppies when we all get together. That night I saved Lacy from the attack was the last night the band was together. Our last show with the record company. The future stretched out in front of us as free agents, and despite it being scary as fuck, we’re excited to see where we go without being shackled by a bunch of pencil pushers.
“What do you say, fuckers? Should we record some music?” The guys yell out affirmations, and we head back to the studio. Happiness like I’ve never known flows through my soul. I got my arm around my girl, my band at my back, and music swirling in my head, begging to be let out into the world.
It’s six hours later, and we finally decide to take a break. Lacy stuck it out for the first two hours, but once we get in the creative space, the rest of the world fades from around the band. The guys all raid my fridge and call every takeout place in a ten-block radius while I go in search of my brat. Maybe I can convince her to lift her shirt and let me lick her pussy while she bends over the desk. The office is sound proofed, so we don’t bug her while the guys are here. Playing always makes me horny. Something I ignored when I was celibate. But now I’ve got Lacy to unleash the passion that builds up in my body while playing.
She’s not in the loft. Or the office. She never goes out on the balcony, something about protecting her skin from aging prematurely. But I check anyway. Geoff comes lumbering after me, holding a piece of paper in his hand.
“Hey, dude, she ain't here. Left you a note.” He hands me the paper filled with her precise handwriting when the doorbell rings. “Fuck, your takeout places are fast. I’m eating here more often.”
The idiot jogs back into the house, which is the most activity I’ve seen him do in ages. But drumming burns a shit ton of calories, so he’s always in shape. For some reason, my heart feels like it is trying to climb out of my throat as I read Lacy’s note.
Hey babe, you guys sound amazing. The pics I posted are already blowing up. I didn’t want to interrupt, but I got a call about the case. I’ve been cleared! They’re ready to unfreeze all my accounts. They just need me to come down and sign some papers. I’ll be back in a little bit. Love you!
I should be happy.
This whole mess is almost over. It’s what we want. For Lacy to not have to jump through hoops. We’ve been wondering if she will be able to travel with the band considering her status with being investigated by the FBI. Can she fly? Will they let her leave the country? This will solve all that.
But I’m not happy. I’m terrified. The last time she went to meet with that fucking agent, she came back near catatonic. A month later, and she still has nightmares about the girls in those photos.
