Her Hi-Fi Hunk: A Beach Avenue Babes Romance

by Knox, Abby

  I suck in my breath when I see the silhouette, because a part of me has been wondering when Walter was going to show up again. I wouldn’t put it past him to break into my apartment.

  But it’s not Jed. It’s Zara, and she’s shaking.

  I wrap her up in a bear hug.

  “Hey, hey, hey. What happened? Is it your dad? Is it Walter?”

  I hold her by the shoulders and breathe with her until she calms down and tells me everything.

  “He’s gone.”

  “Gone, what do you mean, he’s gone? He was here and left again? What did he say to you, Zara?”

  She swallows hard and spills everything.

  Turns out Zara duped Walter into showing up and had alerted the police up north that he had failed to meet the conditions of his parole.

  “But there was a scuffle and he ran,” she says.

  “Oh my god, Zara! Are you hurt?”

  She shakes her head no.

  “Kai scared him off for good, I think. He’s not coming back.”

  My eyes well up and I hug her again.

  Zara comes to her senses and she laughs. “Ma, you’re hugging me in a towel and this is super awkward now. I’m going back down to the party.”

  “Are you sure?”

  Jed walks in, and he’s heard everything.

  “I’ve already alerted my tour security; they won’t hold back if they see him within a block of the party,” he says.

  I shake my head at. “You really love us,” I say.

  “You have no idea,” he replies, hoisting me up for a kiss.

  “Ew. OK. Kai’s waiting for me downstairs, I guess I’ll see you two … later.”

  * * *

  The door clicks shut as Zara leaves.

  Jed sets me down on the sink.

  He leans in and his lips claim me once again. I rub the aching bulge in his jeans.

  In the next moment my towel is on the floor.

  He has fire and need in his eyes. I moan as Jed presses open my legs and nestles his hips between my thighs. I moan louder when he sinks two fingers into my depth, slicking them up real good.

  “Goddamn you’re ready for it, aren’t you, Dusty.”

  I laugh. “Get it in me, Jed.”

  “Let me get a condom…”

  “Jeezus no, I had my ovaries removed ages ago. Just do it, man.”

  That’s all the encouragement he needs. He plunges into my pussy.

  I gasp. “Oh my god. That’s so good.”

  He rumbles, “Shit. You’re fucking tight for me, wife.”

  “Just for you.” I punctuate this with a grip on his cock like a vise. My pussy surrounds him and makes my entire being vibrate with primal pleasure.

  “Holy shit.” Doing it on the sink is hotter than I ever imagined it would be. And it has everything to do with this scrumptious tree of a man hulking over me, around me, and inside me. He sets fire to every cell in my body. He thrusts into me and I welcome every thrust with a squeal. He wants me and nobody else. He thrusts just a few more times, hard, into me as my thighs squeeze him tight and egg him on.

  “Fuck, I’m there. Fuck.”

  “Yeah, you are, big boy. Put it all in me. I’ll take all of it.”

  I shift my hips and drag my legs up so they rest on Jed's shoulders, allowing him to plow deeper into my pussy.

  My body shudders and sweat beads on my forehead.

  I reach up to his scruffy chin and kiss him across his lips and then down his throat while he continues to push.

  “God, I should have come after you ten years ago.”

  He keeps his cock sheathed inside of me all the way to the hilt as his fingers find my aching little clit. I gasps when his thumb circles it.

  “Oh god. That’s good, Jed.”

  He covers my mouth to drill his tongue into my mouth while he teases my clit.

  My legs start to tremble and my back arches.

  Jed lets go of everything he’s holding back and his cum rushes into me while his throat releases a roar.

  “Nobody’s ever been this good to me. Nobody’s ever made my body feel this way,” I breathe while we ride the waves of our combined climaxes.

  “You deserve every happiness. I’d like to thank all the damn fools you let you get away,” he breathes raggedly into my neck.

  Chapter 21

  Dusty

  “I have one more surprise for you, Jed.”

  The sound and smell of fireworks fill the air as Jed holds my hand.

  “I told you I don’t really care to see the fireworks, I just want to hang with my husband,” I tell him. But he’s insisting that we go back downstairs and onto the boardwalk to rejoin the party.

  We find Zara and Kai and I decide to come clean.

  “I’m so proud of you, my girl,” I say.

  “I love you, Ma,” she says, hugging me again. “Thank you for being fully dressed this time.”

  I clear my throat. “Good, I’m glad you love me. just hold on to that thought because I have something to tell you. Jed and I met and got married in Santa Barbara.”

  Zara’s mouth falls open in disbelief.

  “I…what? How… Without me…?”

  I cringe. She’s hurt. “Yes. I’m sorry. I would have told you earlier, but I wanted to plan a big party for later on, and also you were mad at me, and I wanted to make sure you and Kai were solid before I said anything because I didn’t want to bum you out that I was so happy.”

  I’m babbling again.

  “Ma,” Zara says. “Don’t ever worry about me having FOMO, OK?”

  “I don’t know what that means, but as long as you and I are good, I’m happy.”

  “Of course you and I are good,” she says, and then with a wicked smile that could only come from a daughter who belongs to me, she turns to Jed.

  “Are you my new daddy?”

  There’s groaning, there’s laughter, and then finally Jed has to interrupt and square my shoulders with the stage.

  “Now for the real surprise,” he says in my ear, giving me a squeeze.

  I can’t imagine what he’s got planned, but then my brain, my mind, my soul, my spirit and the air in my lungs go bye-bye, because on the stage—somehow on my little rinky-dink stage in my teeny little artist colony town—is…her.

  “Um, that’s…no way. No. Way.”

  Jed laughs and hugs me from behind. Way.”

  I open my mouth to make a sound but nothing comes out. All I see is a mass of long blonde hair and black diaphanous scarves and five-inch black heeled boots.

  And then she sings. She sings the song that Jed wrote for me.

  “What did you do?”

  “I called in a favor.”

  I can do nothing but shake and tremble and cry my fool eyes out as I watch this goddess…there’s no other word for her…sing my husband’s song. Shake, tremble, weep, and pinch myself.

  When it’s over, I’m so overcome I don’t even hear her call us up on the stage.

  Then I realize she’s saying my name. “Dusty, I wanted to say thank you for throwing this party. Can you come up here please? Let’s all give her a big round of applause…”

  I have no idea what’s happening anymore. I am outside of my body.

  “Also,” she continues, “I have been asked to give you this.”

  The next thing I know, I’m on stage and she’s handing me a little blue box.

  I’m so confused, and I must look like a complete idiot because she motions behind me.

  I turn, and there’s Jed, on one knee.

  “But we’re already married…” I blurt out.

  Everyone screams and cheers. A few people are upset that Jed is now spoken for.

  “I want to do it again. Marry me and let me give you the great big wedding you deserve.”

  I look down at the square-cut emerald and white gold ring, and I think my knees might give way.

  Then, and always after that, Jed is there to catch me.

  Chapter 22


  Dusty

  It’s our wedding day, and it’s a very different ceremony from the first one.

  The wedding is again, of course, on the beach. But this time, we are under a white tent to attempt to keep the paparazzi photos to a minimum.

  Zara and I only have about 40 guests, all from our little boardwalk community. David and all the baristas from Voltaire, Bennett from the art gallery, everyone from the vegan Greek restaurant, Brody form the surf shop. My parents, who haven’t spoken to me since I left to join a commune in the mountains at 21, have decided to come back into our lives. Jed’s family from Texas, including his two boys, Watts and Nelson, are there too. Watts’s godmother and Nelson’s godfather, Willie, are there, and that’s enough to cause a stir when the ushers seat them.

  It’s going to take some time for me to get used to being around famous people.

  After the ceremony I go up into Marti and Galen’s office to change into a different dress for the reception. Because apparently I’m a billionaire now, and that’s just what you do.

  I wait there for the photographer to take some quick shots before I meet Jed downstairs to greet everyone at the reception, but he’s late.

  I dig through my purse to check the time, but of course, my phone is completely dead.

  “Fancy party. I guess you won’t be needing those glasses now.”

  I’m so startled I scream and drop my phone and my purse on the floor and freeze.

  Walter is standing in the doorway to the hall, with a completely bemused and innocent look on his face.

  If I didn’t know what he was or who he was, I might think he was just a lost random wedding guest.

  “How did you get in here?” I say, trying to keep my voice from shaking. There’s no way he got in via the gate to either Jed’s or the neighbor’s property.

  Then he glances down at his jacket and I realize he’s dressed just like one of the bartenders.

  He puts up his hands innocently “I’m not going to hurt you. I just want what belongs to me,” he says.

  “I don’t have them. They’re gone. Somebody already bought them. And then I had to pay them back the money because they were appraised and guess what, Walter, they aren’t even the real thing!” All this is, of course, a huge lie. Galen did find an anonymous buyer for the glasses, and we hadn’t heard anything about the appraisal. But the bottom line is, they’re gone.

  “You’re lying! Give them to me!”

  Because he’s shouting now, I hear footsteps running toward us down the hall.

  “Yeah, well, I can have you arrested,” he says.

  “For what?”

  “For bigamy! You and I never had a fair division of property when you left.”

  “Walter, we were never married.

  “Common law!”

  “You’re so dumb you don’t even know what that means! Common law is not even recognized in the state of California!”

  He’s raging now. I’ve really pissed him off. “Give me the eyeglasses or I will fuck you up, woman.”

  “I’m gonna fuck you up way worse,” says a man’s gravelly voice from behind Walter.

  Walter and I both look at each other confused for a second.

  Then all confusion on my part dissipates when Walter seems to fly backwards through the air.

  Next thing I know Walter is on the ground. Jed is standing over him with is foot on his neck.

  Walter is writhing around.

  “Keep trying to get up, asshole, let’s see how fast you break your own neck.”

  I look up at my mild-mannered, fifty-something husband, and forbid him from ever putting himself down again because of his age.

  Epilogue

  Jed

  With all of the excitement at the wedding, Dusty and I decide to take a fairly chill honeymoon.

  There’s only one place we both want to go, for now: the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

  As we stroll through the exhibits we talk about how lucky she is that I decided to come look for her before the wedding reception.

  “Well, when you didn’t have your phone turned on, what else could I do? Everybody was getting mad waiting around for cake,” I say.

  “So in a weird way, I guess it’s a good thing I let my phone die.”

  I let out a howl of laughter. “Don’t get any ideas in that twisted little mind of yours.”

  She giggles and slips a hand in my shirt and backs me into a dark corner of the museum. “Speaking of twisted, did I tell you how hot it was watching you stand there with your boot on Walter’s neck while we waited for the cops to show up?”

  I feel my ears turn red. “You did indeed tell me that. In fact, I recall a certain role playing related to that just last night…”

  Dusty is on her tippy toes trying to kiss me, but I’m not having it. I grab her and lift her up to meet my mouth, which has become one of my favorite moves.

  We kiss like that for a while, forgetting where we are.

  All of a sudden, I feel Dusty gasp and break the kiss.

  “What is it?” I say, a smirk tugging at my lips.

  She’s looking white as a sheet and pointing over my shoulder toward one of the exhibits.

  I turn to look at where she’s pointing.

  “Well, how about that.” I try to sound surprised.

  “It’s them. The glasses…those are the same ones…but there’s no way…I’m still waiting on the buyer…”

  Her gaze locks onto mine. “What did you do?”

  I shrug. “Me? Nothing but decide to do the right thing and put an artifact where it belongs. In a museum. The buyer has already put the money for them in your account.”

  She stares at me, dumbfounded. “The buyer? You? And … they’re real? Wait a minute…is this why you wanted to come here for our honeymoon?”

  I turn and snap a picture of the glasses in the glass case and then fiddle with my phone a bit, eventually posting them to Facebook, and tagging Walter, who is once again sitting in a jail cell.

  Dusty gasps and covers her mouth.

  I shrug. “What can I say, I guess I’m feeling petty, after what he did to my girls.”

  Her eyes sparkle. “I love the petty you,” she says, slipping an arm around my neck and kissing my Adam’s apple.

  “And I just love you,” I say, inhaling the scent from her hair. “Always.”

  THE END

  About the Author

  Abby Knox lives a dual life. Fantasy Abby would love to live on a farm with goats, bees, chickens, donkeys and alpaca, making her own soap, yarn, honey and cheese. Reality Abby has no desire to do actual farm work. So, the ever-pragmatic Reality Abby keeps Fantasy Abby happy by putting her into adorable little works of romantic fiction with her pretend hobbies. Both Abbies hope you enjoy her sweet, sexy — sometimes a little over the top and weird — storytelling.

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  Also by Abby Knox

  One Good Woman (a stand-alone political drama/romance!)

  Naughty Irish Heart (a stand-alone Saint Patrick’s Day Romance, part of a four-author themed collection!)

  Sweet Jane

  (An amnesia story about being lost, and then found.)

  The Christmas Pickup (a stand-alone holiday short read!)

  Saved for Me

  (a special Holidays with Alexa Riley story)

  Matched for Me

  (the last of the For Me series: don’t forget to check out the first two, by the unbeatable Alexa Riley: Hungry for More and Naughty or Nice!)

  The Windy City Holiday Duet

  Pumpkin and Spice

  Comfort and Joy

  From the Small-Town Bachelor Romance Series

  (each can be read as a stand-alone, but if you want to read in order … this is the order)

  Take Me Home

  Game Face

  Written in the Stars, a special Christmas edition


  Walk With Me

  Stay the Night

  I’ve Got You

  Cone and Get it (The SEVENTH and FINAL STBR installment is coming in JUNE 2019!!!)

  Off-Season Stud (a quick, OTT vacation stand-alone)

  His Vinyl Vixen (a stand alone for the rock ’n’ roll nerd in all of us)

  Her Hi-Fi Hunk (the companion book to His Vinyl Vixen, coming summer 2019!! Dusty finally gets her story!)

  The Sisters of Enchantment series

  Some Basic Witch

  Witch, Please!

  An Excerpt from Abby’s next book…

  Come and Get It

  Book Seven of the Small-Town Bachelor Romance series!

  Chapter 1

  Paul

  I may look like I’m leaving this shit hole a free man, but I’m headed straight into another prison.

  Fucking Middleburg.

  My hometown, where everybody knows what I did to end up on the inside.

  Where I have no family farm left to go to. No place to live.

  I take nothing with me from my cell — not the small stack of tattered paperback books that I had been able to buy with my meager earnings in the prison library. Not even my paper and pencil, which I was permitted to own after I’d proved to be a model prisoner.

  Not even her replies to my letters.

  I want zero things to remind me of my life on the inside.

  This morning, I re-read her most recent letter before crumpling it up and dumping it in the trash, along with the rest of them.

  Her challenge is burned into my mind:

  Big talker. Come on, then. Come and get it. I fucking dare you.

  Everything she said to me needs to disappear. Can’t have any evidence hanging around for what I’m about to do.