Lasting Lyric (13 page)

Our bodies are practically molded together, yet I need Lyric to spread her wings for me, so I can dip more than one finger inside. Hooking my left leg over hers, I speak into her ear with an almost hoarse voice, “Spread a little for me.” I can barely speak, my throat is tight with anticipation.

She complies, and releases the pressure on her thighs, allowing herself to open up. Her invitation grants me the access to plunge another finger inside. Lyric gasps, “Oh God!”
Shit. Fuck. Damn.
If that wasn’t the sexiest sound I have ever heard.

I continue to squeeze her tits, as I tend to her hot, soaking treasure. The tightness is unreal, I can just imagine diving my cock in her deep end and never coming out. She’s my oyster with the pearl; gorgeous, sexy, priceless, one of a kind, I’d want to live inside her, because She. Is. Divine.

Proceeding to push my fingers deep inside her, my thumb attaches to her clit, in return with her rump dry humping Shooter. It gets me all fucking kinds of excited, because I am making this good for her - more than good - amazing. I’m making her feel amazingly good, so good she needs to move with the groove of my fingers. She’s giving me exactly what I was hoping she’d do - her whole self, body, soul, submission. I get up on my forearm and continue giving her what she needs. Kissing her cheek, neckline, I watch her eyes and mouth. They’re exquisite. She bites her bottom lip and flutters her eyes open and shut. I want to bite her lip with her and suck her breath away. If only she wasn’t wearing her big ass stuffing of a sweatshirt, I’d want to bite her tits as well, but this isn’t about that. It’s about trust. Her accepting and allowing me to finally give her the pleasure she wants and needs, nothing can compare to it. Yes, I am ready to explode in my shorts from her grinding against my cock, but witnessing her come undone is gratifying enough. Waiting to explore the rest of her body can wait.

Her moaning, grinding, only leads to faster pumping and circling more pressure on her clit, she can’t help but whimper out my name, which does things to my cock.
No
!
I can’t come in my shorts. I fucking can’t
! Good God, I can’t help it, though. She screams out my name again as she jumps overboard, and convulses around my fingers. I bury my face in her neck and moan out my own Goddamn orgasm.

As my fingers stay connected inside her pussy, we lay here, out of breath. I can’t believe I fucking creamed myself. But that’s what Lyric does to me. It’s a triumph for any man to have a woman be able to do what she did and not even know it. I’m so surprisingly proud, and mentally give myself a pat on the back. There is no one like Lyric and there never will be. No one and I mean
no one
has ever given me this kind of pleasure. She has exceeded all my expectations and is now on a pedestal. She’s my Queen.

Once I get my heart calmed from beating erratically, I kiss Lyric on the cheek and go into the bathroom to clean myself up. When I finish doing my business, and come back over to the bed, she’s sleeping peacefully, looking angelic; her lips are slightly turned up into a smile. I have never seen anything more beautiful. Whether she’s wearing all that damn stuffing or not, she’s breathtaking. I did this. I’m the one who brought that angelic smile upon her face, the one who brought her peace. There’s nothing more gratifying than that, and I want more. I’ll do anything to keep her at peace.

The next morning, I wake up to us tangled together. I smile to myself because I don’t remember a time when I didn’t feel such completion in my life. The band, getting a contract, touring - none of that ever completed me, and I never understood why. It’s because of Lyric. I guess I’ve been waiting my whole life for her and never knew it. She’s been smack right in front of me for two years now, and it’s finally hit me. Shaking my head, I slowly creep out of bed and take a quick shower. Lyric sure knows how to sleep, because she’s still snoozing when I finish.

After I towel dry my hair, put another pair of gym shorts on, I head into the music room and pick up my guitar. For some odd reason, a melody strikes me. I don’t have the lyrics written in my head yet, but the melody is there. Writing the music notes down, feeling the groove of the song, I can’t wait till next week to show the guys. Wayne is finally getting home on Monday and there will be no wasting anymore time. We need to get back in the studio.

A huge glow of sappy happiness fills my heart, when Lyric walks in. Smiling, I place my guitar on a chair next to me. “‘Morning, Sunshine.” Quickly walking up to Lyric, I grab her hand and sit back in the chair, pulling her in my lap. Her arms connect around my neck and her ass plants on my junk, sending immediate shivers down south.
Calm the fuck down, Shooter.
Even with her messy bed-head, no makeup, and oversized sweats, she looks
so
good
. I want to feel her skin, so with discreet fingers my hands slip up inside her sweatshirt.
Mmmm, much better.

“Good morning,” she repeats back to me, in a much tired, yet awakened voice - if that makes any sense. “I like that song you were playing. What’s it called?”

“Not sure yet,” I shrug. “Just came to me this morning.” Her hands glide to my wet hair, combing through the shreds. Damn, she’s going to break me if she keeps up with that. “You ready to eat? I’ll make us something.”

Before I set her on her feet, she stalls, “Slim, wait. We need to talk.”

Fuck.
Her eyes are telling me something, and I am afraid to know what it is. Furrowing my brows, I tighten my grip on her waist, and grit my teeth together when I ask, “Are you regretting it?”

“No,” she says, as if she’s surprised I even asked.

Closing my eyes, I feel a wave of relief. “Neither am I.” I cup one side of her face, lightly gliding my thumb across her cheek. Both cheeks flush the second I decide to wet them with a kiss. “I loved touching you, making you erupt all over my fingers. It was hot, babe.”

Her eyes widen, and her mouth drops open. She stutters out, “I…I…I don’t even know what to say to that.”

My hand slips back up inside her sweatshirt, her skin is too soft not to touch. I have a feeling she’s going to become an addiction. “There’s nothing
to
say. You loved it just as much.”

“No denying that,” she chuckles. “But what comes next? We can’t go back now, though, Slim. Something has started and it’s impossible for me to even think we can go back to just being who we were.”

“You’re right. We definitely cannot go back to who we were.”

“Who are we then? Friends with benefits? What?”

What the fuck
?
Almost dropping Lyric onto her ass, I stand up, suddenly pissed off. “Friends with what - seriously? Is that what you want? Is that who you think we’re gonna be?”

“No. I didn’t say that, why are you getting upset?”

Walking away from her, I place my hands on my hips, and pace the room. “Friends with benefits never even crossed my mind, that’s why I’m upset.” I stop a few feet away from her, obviously letting her know how her question affected me. “Can’t believe you even brought that shit up.”

“I’m sorry. This is just so different for us. You made me feel amazing last night, something I have never felt with any other man before. This past year I’ve been waiting for you to feel something for me, other than a sister - friend thing. I can’t describe to you what that means to me.”

I am clearly shocked, she can see it all over my face. She had feelings for me all this time and I had not a clue. I’m stunned. Lowering my voice, I ask, “You’ve had a thing for me all this time?” Wringing her fingers together, and biting her bottom lip, she nods yes. “Fuck,” I mutter. “And you’re just telling me about this now. Unbelievable.”

“I couldn’t tell you, Slim.”

Swiping a hand through my almost dry hair, I ask, “Why not?”

“Because I just couldn’t. I could tell how you used to treat me, and it certainly wasn’t sexually playful like it has been this past week. Your flirting has been extremely noticeable. It wasn’t like that before the accident.” She’s got a point there, but finding this out makes me feel like such an asshole. “You know it’s true. I wasn’t anything other than a good friend before the crash.”

Asshole, asshole, asshole,
and utterly speechless. “Wow,” is all I can say.

She closes in on our gap, grasping onto my hand. Not denying her touch, I lace our fingers together. “Plus, I know you. You were afraid of what would become of the band if we happened to…to break up or something. For your information, I’d never leave you guys. I love working with you and I hope to God you’d never want me leaving you, either.”

For the love of all kinds of fucks. This woman. She has no notion what she means to the band, and to me. Grabbing the back of her neck, I respond, “Never. We need you.
I
need you.”

Her lips twitch, and her eyes wander into mine. “So…what do we do now?”

“Don’t know. I just know I want something more, though.”

“Me too,” she smiles.
Thank fuck.

“Let’s just go with the flow of things. Go out on dates, that sort of thing?”

“Dates?” she laughs. “With a hot rocker who will get hounded by fans and paparazzi?”

Point taken. “We’ll get creative, somehow. We’ll make it work.” I’ll do anything to make this newfound relationship work. We’ve come this far, why not go farther?

Wrapping her arms around my middle, she agrees. “Okay, I’m in. We’ll take it slow and go from there.”

“Sounds good to me.” Almost ready to get out of this room to make some breakfast, I stall. My hands land on her ass, giving it a good squeeze. Damn, she’s got a great ass. She immediately slams up against my chest, causing Shooter to get excited, I am sure she can feel him. However, we’re gonna take things slow. Slow is what we’re all about right now, and I am going to make sure nothing ruins it. “There’s been something I’ve been dying to do since you walked through that door with your adorable stuffing and bed-head.”

She cocks her head to the side. “And what’s that?” I won’t waste anymore time.

Needing those lips of hers, like it’s my last breath, I take them and kiss the hell out of her. My God, I’ve been missing out on her sweet ass mouth, she tastes so good. A little minty tongue to ravish, and to take my time on - nothing can beat this. Bringing my hands up to cup her face, I moan inside her mouth and deepen the kiss. This could go either two ways: Fuck her up against the wall in this room, or end this now before I burst inside my shorts again. I almost take the first choice, but the growling of someone’s stomach stops me.

Out of breath, I intently look into her eyes. We’re both hungry for more, but I know she needs food, whether or not she admits it. “Breakfast?” I whisper. The only way she can respond is by nodding her head yes. With a half-sided smirk, and a good slap on her ass, I say, “Good. French toast, eggs, and coffee. Let’s go.”

OKAY. I AM ON SUCH
a high right now, I don’t think I’ll ever come down. Last night, when Slim started touching me, I knew I couldn’t say no. The second his fingers grazed upon my clit, I could hear his breathing escalate, and his heart beating hard against my back. The memory suddenly makes me blush, and only makes me want him more. Finally, getting a feel of what we could possibly have together scares me to death, yet I am more than willing to go along on this new adventure. Too much too soon is never a good thing, but Slim is worth the risk.
We’re
worth the risk. Even if my heart shatters into a million pieces in the end, I still think we’re worth it. Getting to know Slim, other than as a good friend, it’s going to be a new side I am most looking forward to.

I woke up this morning in a state of drowsiness, almost forgetting where I was, until I heard music coming down the hall. Feeling relieved I hadn’t imagined last night, I walked in on Slim playing a new melody. It was really beautiful, and I couldn’t wait to hear more.

After an amazing breakfast, I really had to be going. A couple missed calls from
JINKS’
agent and a text from Sloane alerted me that playtime with Slim was over. It was time to head back to work and get in touch with my brother. Once we cleared our dishes and placed them in the dishwasher, Slim was aware that I needed to get going.