C-Flat to C-Sharp: Sweet Instalove Romance (PR Girls & Instalove Book 3)

by Haley Travis

  The rehearsal space was set up at one end, next to a living room area with huge gray sofas. The kitchen looked brand new, gleaming with stainless steel appliances.

  There was a wall wrapping around one corner that didn’t quite reach the ceiling that must have been his sleeping area.

  “When I moved back here to be near my mom, she insisted that she was going to help me find an apartment that could also be a jam space,” he laughed. “I let her decorate as well.”

  “It’s incredible,” I said. Everything about this space was so relaxed and comfortable that I wished I could live here. My stomach lurched at the thought, but Ethan quickly distracted me by grabbing my arm and taking me over to the dimly lit area crowded with instruments, speakers, and microphone stands.

  “This is Todd,” he said, as a tall, lanky guy wearing a bass gave me a friendly smile and nod.

  “Hi,” I said.

  “Our lead guitarist, Rob,” Ethan said as we nodded to each other, “And Skippy.”

  The solid, tough looking man waved a drumstick at me, then his boyish grin lit up his face, making a little more sense of his nickname.

  “Guys, this is Corina. She’s basically our boss from now until the show.”

  Rob nodded, grinning widely as he ran a hand through his spiky black hair. “Thanks for helping us out, Corina. It’s a relief to have a professional on the team.”

  “Did you guys go over names for the band?” I asked.

  They all shot each other narrow-eyed glances. “Yes,” Todd said, “We’ve narrowed it down to two possibilities.”

  “That’s amazing!” I exclaimed. “Why don’t you all think about it for at least a day, and see how they both feel?”

  “Oh good,” Ethan said, breathing a dramatic sigh of relief. “You work so fast that we thought you might have to get it today.”

  “No, but I do need the photos today,” I said, setting my purse on a chair and digging out a small camera. “Could you guys please play a song, and pretend I’m not here?”

  Ethan strapped on his guitar, then Skippy counted them in. Instantly the four of them became completely animated, as if their personalities had been cranked from level five to level ten.

  As they bounced around, singing a song about communication being too convenient, and not leaving people enough time to wonder, I couldn’t stop staring at Ethan.

  He was clearly the leader of the group, but they were also a team. His deep, clear voice was absolutely enchanting. The music had a lightness to it, even though there was a solid, pulsing drive.

  Circling them slowly, I took a ton of photos of the four of them, without ever quite losing track of the way Ethan watched me.

  The connection between us was unmistakable, yet I was amazed at how strong it was from his side. It honestly felt like he was already completely taken with me, and wanted us to be a couple, immediately.

  He already had real feelings for me. I was already falling incredibly hard for him, too. The only question left was whether I should follow my head or my heart when deciding how quickly we should end up in bed together.

  Ethan’s eyes locked on mine at every opportunity, but I could feel his smoldering glance all around my snug black dress, as if he couldn’t wait to tear it off.

  As he blew me a kiss at the end of the song, I had a memory card full of photos, and no doubt in my mind that we were going to create some incredible memories tonight.

  To my utmost shock, I was more excited than terrified. Which helped my decision solidify itself.

  6

  _____

  Ethan

  As soon as Corina seemed satisfied with the array of band photos, we shut everything down. Usually the guys stuck around for a coffee or a beer after rehearsal, but I’d told them in advance that I needed some time alone with my new girl.

  The second they were gone, I joined her on the couch. “Did you get everything you need?”

  “Yes, thanks.”

  “Did you like the music?”

  Her grin unhinged the last of my self-control, as I slid my arm around her shoulders.

  “Yes, I really did,” she said, turning toward me. “It has all of the elements of classic rock that I love, but in a fresh way.” She stopped, shaking her head. “Sorry, I’m not a music expert. I should send your album to my friend Brynn. She could describe it better.”

  ‘I’m just glad you like it, because you’re going to be hearing it a lot over the years.”

  “Years?” she asked, her voice so soft it was almost to the point of breaking.

  “Yes,” I murmured, leaning in to run my mouth along the side of her neck until she shivered.

  She licked her lips nervously, obviously having no idea what that did to me.

  I was already rock hard, my cock pounding in time to my heartbeat against the zipper of my jeans. My rough hand skimmed along her knee, then moved halfway up her thigh under her skirt as I heard her tiny gasp.

  The innocence shone through her eyes. A deep, dirty part of me wanted to pull her onto my lap and take her right there on the couch, but this sweet girl deserved so much better.

  Her chest expanded slowly with each new breath, as I realized our proximity was affecting her just as much as me. Our lips met in a haze, our romantic staring turning to kissing without thought.

  As my hand wandered slowly up her thigh, the other slipped down her neck, reaching into the front of her dress to trail my fingertips along the top of her silky breast.

  To my surprise, my perfect girl unbuttoned the front, allowing me access to her full, soft curves. Pulling her dress and bra down, I stared at the pink, peaked nipples before wrapping my lips around one.

  Her breathless gasp was more than encouragement. It lit a fire inside me as I realized she wanted more. Much, much more.

  Her eyes were filled with need. Lust. A strange wave of pride filled me as I realized I was in the process of winning her over for good.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, kissing through the valley of her breasts to nibble the other nipple. “Tell me, my sweet little angel, has any other man kissed these perfect tits?”

  She made a choked giggle, then muttered, “No.”

  A deep need rose up inside me, coiling in my guts like a serpent. “Corina, has any man ever made you come before?”

  This time she laughed out loud. “No.”

  Cupping her face in my hand, I watched as her pupils dilated. “Corina, may I make you come right now?”

  Her chin had barely begun to tip up and down as I lifted her, carrying her to my bedroom. Snapping on the tiny reading light, I pulled off her dress completely, leaving her in nothing but her white panties and disheveled bra.

  Her porcelain skin nearly glowed in the dim light. Staring at her soft sexy figure, something strangely possessive awoke deep inside me. This precious girl was now mine.

  “Jesus,” I growled. “You really are an angel.”

  Unhooking her bra, I threw it behind me, laying her on the bed with her long dark hair fanned out around her.

  I leaned toward her mouth, missing her lips at the last second to duck down to nuzzle her breasts again. Her soft laugh filled me with another wave of almost unsettling desire.

  Ripping off my shirt, I tossed it aside, then slowly peeled her panties over her hips, then down her sculpted legs. Corina’s teeth settled into her bottom lip as she looked down at me, her knees tight together.

  “Please,” I said gently, “I don’t expect anything from you. But if you would let me lick your pretty little pussy and make you come, I’d be the happiest man alive.”

  Her eyes grew wide as she gasped. Tapping her knees slightly, she let me spread her thighs open, giving me a glorious view of the sexiest pink flesh I’d ever seen.

  Stretched out for me, naked and beautiful, Corina still looked hesitant. Kissing the inside of her knee, I took her hand and placed it in the back of my hair.

  “You’re in control, angel. If you want it harder, pull me in. Lig
hter – push me away. If you want me to stop, just smack me in the head.”

  As her head tilted back with her laugh, I slid my thumb through her crease, thrilled that she was already wet. Gliding all around her tender folds, I circled slowly, waking up every nerve.

  “Oh,” she moaned softly, as her fingers burrowed in my hair. Every noise she uttered made my pulse sizzle.

  I flattened my tongue directly against her soft opening, holding her still as she quivered under me while I tasted her juices. Flickering through her heat for several moments, I settled on her clit, lapping slowly, lightly, as my finger circled her soaking entrance.

  Every tremble of her hips, every soft sigh, deepened our connection.

  I belonged to this beautiful woman. I needed her more than I’d ever needed anything in my life. And now I needed to be the first man to make her completely lose her careful control.

  Backing slowly away, I lightened the pressure against her sweet little button, until she pulled me back into place.

  My hips couldn’t stop moving, grinding my shaft into the bed as my body desperately tried to find a more comfortable position where I didn’t feel like I was about to explode.

  Her sweet flavor on my tongue scrambled my brain, yet I forced myself to focus. Steady, light licks were easy when she tasted sweet as candy.

  Circling her inner lips with my finger, I pressed inside barely half an inch, feeling her snug body tighten around me.

  “Ethan?” she choked. “Please…”

  I had to assume that she meant she didn’t want me to stop. Pressing more firmly, I increased my pace, digging in.

  Her sweet skin was so petal pink, so fresh. Knowing that I was the only man to ever see her squirming, crying out in bliss, drove me insane. Her thighs trembled around my ears as she began to pant.

  My finger thrust in and out of her slick, tight opening, just an inch. She began to quake as her body tightened. “Ethan…” she squealed, “Yes…oh!”

  Hearing my name on her lips as she came against my tongue made me groan loudly, lapping up her juices as her fingers gripped my hair, holding me flat against her.

  Feeling my innocent girl grinding her hot pussy against my mouth made my balls tighten uncomfortably.

  When she stopped squirming, and released my head, I kissed my way up her luscious, curvy body to stare into those clear, bright eyes.

  My heart had no experience feeling this much at once. I was already in love with her.

  7

  _____

  Corina

  It felt decadent, and wild. Indulgent, and barely controlled.

  The orgasm of a lifetime that left me still twitching and tingling was absolutely mind blowing. But the hottest thing in the world was the way Ethan looked at me.

  Wrapping my hands around his broad shoulders, I pulled him to me, kissing him gently as I tasted my own faint flavor on his lips.

  Something about him made me feel so relaxed and free that I absolutely knew what had to happen next. My hand shook from nerves, yet I reached down his torso to find the button of his jeans.

  “Hold on, angel,” he said softly. “Listening to you come was incredible. But I don’t want you to feel like you have to return the favor.”

  “No,” I said, shaking my head against his pillow. “I just want…”

  His eyes blazed as he froze. “What do you want, Corina?”

  How is a woman supposed to say such a thing? I was scared of sounding too needy. But Ethan had been so open, so sweet with me that I had to force myself to say it out loud.

  “I want to feel you.”

  My whisper made his eyes burn even more brightly. “Where do you want to feel me? Deep inside you?”

  “Yes.”

  He stood up, stripping off his clothes as my mouth fell open. Ethan had been rather skinny in high school, with a flat chest and narrow shoulders. Now he looked sculpted. Mouth watering.

  Sharp grooves over his hip bones directed my gaze to the thick length swinging slightly as he moved. I would have assumed that seeing he was so big would be unnerving. Instead, all I felt was a deep hunger to have him on top of me.

  As my gaze skimmed over every inch of his hard body, he was doing the same with my soft curves. Ethan’s large, firm frame spread over me as he kissed me gently.

  He reached into the drawer of his bedside table, fishing around for something.

  “Oh,” I said, feeling a wave of relief. “If you’re looking for a condom, um, I’m on the pill. You know. Just...in case.”

  “My smart girl,” he murmured, kissing a long, slow looping pattern around my breasts before returning to my lips.

  Natural instinct kicked in as my thighs spread open, my hand caressing his tight ass to pull him closer. His tongue entered my mouth slowly, seductively, as the firm head of his shaft glided between my folds.

  He slipped up and down my crease, waiting until I was twitching with need before pressing inside.

  “Mmm,” he murmured, placing his forehead against mine. “You’re so delicate, my angel. Tell me to stop if it hurts.”

  Nodding, it felt like my entire body was opening for him. My hips shifted, widening my legs as I wrapped them around his waist. Now I could pull him against me more closely as he slowly slid inside.

  “Corina, you’re so tight,” he breathed. “Is that–”

  “More,” I gasped. “Please.” There was no way to express the urgent need to have him fill me completely, no matter if it hurt or not. The analytical part of my mind was intrigued. The rest was screaming for him to plunge deeper.

  Ethan’s soft, gentle strokes opened my body up to his. There was a brief dull pinching sensation as everything seemed to shift inside me, then every slow thrust felt better than the last as he began to move almost his full length inside me.

  Just as I realized another incredible climax was brewing, he slowed down. Feeling his body moving over mine was incredible, as his hips worked his length deep, at a languid, seductive pace.

  His chest skimmed across my nipples with every stroke, lighting every nerve ending in my body on fire. Those soft, warm lips grazed my cheeks, my lips, wandering everywhere, while I tried not to scream from the pressure building deep inside.

  “You feel so perfect, gorgeous,” he murmured. “I can feel you tightening around me.”

  His calloused fingertips slipped down my side, then between us to lightly stroke me just where I needed him to.

  “Ethan,” I moaned, feeling my nails digging slightly into his flesh, but unable to stop myself.

  “Yes,” he growled, thrusting deeper, faster. “Let me hear you, angel. Let the whole city hear that you’re mine.”

  The oddly possessive tone in his voice kicked me over the cliff. Falling, thrashing, a scream tore from my throat as every muscle clenched around his thickness.

  “Corina, baby,” he choked. His hips and thighs jerked, then I looked into his eyes as we lost ourselves in the same moment.

  Jets of wet heat filled me, as a long, low moan rattled from my core. Grabbing the back of his head, I pulled his lips to mine, kissing him rough and deep as our bodies writhed together.

  When he finally raised his head to look at me, the depth of his stare was almost too intense. Pure passion poured from his eyes. This connection was so much more than attraction. I already felt more awake around him, more in touch with life. Now I felt more in touch with my body as well.

  As he moved off me, cuddling me into his shoulder, my eyes began to tear. It was too much emotion. He was too sweet. Everything was just too much.

  The feeling of his skin against mine brought me back to my breath, as I slid my hand up to cup his cheek in my palm. His lips brushed the top of my hair, then I felt him chuckle.

  “I didn’t think I’d ever see you with messy hair. I like it.”

  There were no words, just stillness for several minutes. Then I started to push myself up on an elbow.

  “Don’t get up,” he whispered.

  To my
absolute shock, Ethan dashed to the washroom, coming back with a warm, wet washcloth. Having this gorgeous man clean between my thighs was strangely the sweetest thing ever. He tossed it in the laundry basket, then snuggled against me again.

  “Corina, I don’t want to say anything that might scare you away, but my feelings for you are bigger than a love song. Bigger than...” he trailed off, kissing along my collarbone.