Page 18 of Rockstars, Babies & Happily Ever Afters: Vol. 1

Heaven.

“Don’t move,” Nick murmured, when she started to do just that. Probably to roll over and breathe. But he wasn’t letting her go just yet. “I’m basking.”

She laughed softly and pressed a cool wet kiss to his still stampeding heart. “Basking in making a fine mess of me and my bed?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

“So that means you liked it?” She turned her head and peered up at him from under her thick fringe of pale lashes, her expression coy. “A condomless convert?”

“Oh, baby, you have no idea how many times I intend to fuck you now. What we did before? Training camp.” He flipped her on her belly and she laughed into the pillow as he lined up with his target and sank inside again, practically delirious at the warmth that enveloped him. “This is the real deal.” He pinched her ass and she wiggled, her laughter swiftly morphing into a moan as she realized his half hard length was quickly rising to full mast.

“You can’t be ready—”

“No? You think someone else has his cock in your tight little pussy?” She whimpered and he fisted a hand in her hair, driving her face into the pillow. Cutting off her air for just a second while his hips jerked back and forward, impaling her more completely with his dick. “So tight. I’m going to make you come again.”

She shook her head but her ass was already rising into his strokes, urging him on. She wanted to come again just as much. If he reached around her waist, he’d find her clit hard again. But he wasn’t going to make this easy for her.

Not until she begged.

Gripping her hair, he used it to anchor his thrusts, knowing she loved when he got rough. Lila might look like straight class on the outside, but inside she was every bit as filthy as he was.

He scraped his teeth over the back of her neck, leaving marks she could easily hide while she was at her endless parade of management meetings at the record company. No one would ever know but him that before work he’d fucked her into the mattress until her moans pinged off the walls.

“Touch me.”

Her gasp struck straight into his chest. He wanted to oblige her but there was something he needed even more.

“I am touching you.” He closed his lips around the pearl drop earring she wore and softly pulled. “I’m all over you.” He slammed his hips against her bottom and she cried out. “That’s me touching you so deep you won’t be able to walk without feeling me.”

Making sure of it, he hammered her into her over and over, dragging his teeth over her neck until she started to squirm beneath him. She was building again, heading for that peak he wanted her to fly over. “You know what to do,” he said when she pressed her forehead into the pillow in frustration. “Make us both come.”

She slid her hand beneath herself, sliding it down her torso. Her fingers crept between her legs and bumped his cock, still powering in and out of her pussy. She touched him tentatively at first then with growing boldness, her hand sweeping up to rub her clit and then to explore the base of his erection, smearing the wetness between them and making more. Tight and hot, she burned around him with every stroke.

Relinquishing his hold on her hair, he shifted and pulled her legs closer together, making his entry that much more difficult—and causing her to fist him so hard that he bit off an oath. Her fingers were still working them both, slipping in the proof of her pleasure.Theirpleasure. Then she used her nails on the side of his thrusting dick at the same time she squeezed him inside and he went off, surging into her with enough force to practically put the headboard through the wall.

Somehow in the midst of his orgasm he heard her cry out again. Lost, he absorbed her frantic spasms around him as he rode out his climax. He drained himself inside her then rolled onto his back, pulling her with him so that she sprawled stickily on his chest, her wild blond hair tangled around her face and clinging to her bitten raw lips.

He’d never seen her look more gorgeous.

“Goddamn, I love you.” He cupped her face and brought her mouth to his. “If I moved in, we could do this even more often.”

She let out a weak laugh, as she usually did when he not so subtly made the suggestion of altering their living arrangements. Not that he wasn’t happy with the current situation. They’d been going strong for over seven months now, and there was no rush. She was newly divorced, and he’d never been in a real relationship before, so there was no reason to do anything hasty.

Except for the fact that he spent all his time at her place anyway, and when he wasn’t there, he wanted to be. She was like a freaking magnet, always pulling him closer.

Resistance was futile.

He didn’t know why he should even bother. He’d laid his cards on the table. She was his world. All the years he’d thought he could never love anything—or anyone—as much as his music…well, he’d been a fucking moron. Even through all these months without Oblivion while they were on hiatus, he was still living and breathing. His heart still beating. And in large part, that was because she’d taken it over when he hadn’t been watching. This was no temporary occupation either. Nope, she’d moved right in and shoved everything else out.

He still ached for his band. There was no denying that. Music was a part of him in a way that didn’t require thought. You didn’t have to search for your lungs to know they were doing their job. He didn’t have to be playing music to be aware that his guitar was like an extension of his arm. Ofhim, in the most intrinsic way possible.

At least he was still playing. Sort of. He’d found a way to give the gift of music to other people, since his own enjoyment was briefly on ice. The guitar lessons he’d begun giving to eager—and carefully selected—students helped, more than he’d ever expected.

But Lila was his bedrock, and everything else was window dressing until the day Oblivion existed again.

“You have a big house all to yourself now,” she said, rather than respond directly to his comment. That was Lila. All perfectly reasonable in between orgasmic screams.

He barely resisted making a face. Yeah, the band house. The home that had once held all of his bandmates, before they’d gone off and started new lives with their significant others. Now he was all alone for the first time in his life, something he’d always yearned for, only to find out that he absolutely freaking hated it.

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