With a deep breath, I tried to rein myself in. I locked our gazes once again, then I slowly withdrew to the tip.
Slamming back in, I brought a hand down on her ass, the crack ringing in the echoey acoustics of the marble surrounding us.
“Oh, my!” Belle breathed. Her pussy contracted hard, damn near blinding me with pleasure.
I repeated the process with the other cheek. “Yessss,” she hissed.
Her eyes closed, and I tugged on her hair again. “Eyes,” I snapped.
I spanked her on a thrust four more times, until her white cheeks were a pretty pink. “So fucking gorgeous. You should see your sweet little ass, baby.” Then I broke. I held her round hips with both hands and drove in wildly; fucking her, rutting in her like an animal.
It wasn’t long before her whole body was flushed, and she was teetering on the edge. I let go suddenly and pulled out, ignoring her cry of protest and flipped her around. I lifted her onto the sink and dropped to my knees. “I need the taste of your pussy on my tongue when I come inside you.” Pushing her legs wide, I buried my face in her pussy and licked and sucked every drop of her juices. With one nibble on her clit, she flew apart, screaming my name. I drank up the rush of her pleasure as it gushed into my mouth.
I quickly worked her up to another peak, forcing her over. Then, when she was still under the crashing waves of her orgasm, I surged to my feet and slammed back inside her. “Oh, fuck yeah,” I groaned. “You are so fucking tight like this, baby.” Her pussy spasmed, and it sent me spiraling into an orgasm so intense I thought I might pass the fuck out. I pushed as deep as possible and shot my load into her waiting womb. “That’s it, milk my come right out of me, baby.”
I leaned forward and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. “I’m going to put my baby in your sexy little belly, Belle.”
Her brown eyes flared with something bright, then she smiled shyly and nodded.
“Good girl,” I praised. “Now, come one more time for me. I’ve got more come to fill up your unprotected pussy.”
My words and a few more deep thrusts triggered another screaming orgasm. I followed right behind, shouting with my release.
Belle clenched me tight as I spurted my seed inside her. “You’re doing so good, baby,” I purred as I gave her some shallow thrusts. I didn’t pull out too far, wanting to make sure that she kept every drop. “Just a little more.”
Finally, I seemed to be empty as I softened inside her. Bending over her body, I kissed her tenderly. “How am I going to survive without you?” I sighed. “Even for a little while.”
Tears welled in her eyes, and I kissed away each one as they leaked from the corners. I gathered her close and kept us connected as I carried her to the bed.
I let her go only long enough to strip us both, then I worshipped her body for hours, making love to her and soaking in every moment of being together. Eventually, she fell into an exhausted sleep, but I couldn’t close my eyes; I didn’t want to miss a second of my limited time with her.
The sun came up too fucking soon, and I held her until I had no choice but to get up or I’d miss yet another flight. She was sleeping like the dead, so I showered and packed as quietly as possible. Once I was ready, I called down to the front desk for a car to the airport.
I sat on the bed and brushed her hair away from her face. She had tiny purple shadows under her eyes, and I felt a little remorse at keeping her up for two nights in a row. I couldn’t find it in me to regret it, though. After whispering her name a few times, and running my fingers through her hair, I decided it would be better to let her rest.
Going to the desk near the window, I searched out a notepad and pen.
My Belle,
I’ll treasure every second we spent together.
Love,
Griffith
Then I wrote my cell number and placed the note next to her on my pillow.
My eyes drank her in until I received a text that my car was there. With a sigh, I headed towards the elevator. This fucking sucked. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t looking forward to recording. Music had been knocked down a notch and was no longer my favorite thing. That spot now belonged to a curvy brunette with a sweet laugh and smoking body. I was more determined than ever to return to her as soon as possible.
Chapter 8
Belle
I’d always been more of a morning person than a night owl, but that’d changed in the past few weeks since I usually talked to Griffith when I was already in bed for the night. Our schedules were kind of opposite each other. Mine started bright and early so I could get to the flower shop with enough time to do all of the arrangements before any of the weddings started in the chapel. Rising Phoenix tended to burn the midnight oil in the studio, but every single night he ducked out of their work to call me. It was the lifeline I held onto while we were apart; that connection I had with him while we were on the phone.
Tonight was no different, but our conversation wasn’t providing me with the comfort it had for the first two and a half weeks. It hadn’t the last few times we talked, and I’d told myself I was just being over-sensitive. That I was imagining the feeling that Griffith’s interest in me was starting to wane. But I couldn’t keep denying it. I needed to know what the heck was going on with him. “You seem really distracted. Is everything okay?”
“Hmm?”
I rolled over and punched my pillow in frustration. “Is this a bad time to talk? Are they waiting for you in the studio or something?”
“They’re always waiting for me when I call you.”
Wow. Okay, his answer wasn’t super comforting. If anything, it only made me feel worse. “Yeah, but it never really bothered you before.”
“What?” His voice was muffled, as though his hand was over the phone because the question was meant for someone else.
“Never mind,” I muttered, my eyes filling with tears. “Go take care of whatever it is that’s so important, and I guess I’ll talk to you later.” Or not, at the rate we were going.
I didn’t wait for him to respond. I couldn’t, not unless I wanted him to hear me cry since I had a sob bubbling up my chest. After stabbing my finger at the screen to end the call, I powered my phone down and dropped it on the bedside table. As desperate as I was to hear his voice, I was more afraid of what he might say. I’d thought I was ready to push him to tell me what was going on, but I was wrong. I couldn’t bear to face the possibility that he was starting to distance himself because it would make it easier to break up with me.
It was probably childish of me to hang up on Griffith and turn my phone off so he couldn’t call me, but at the moment I just didn’t have it in me to be an adult. Not only was I sad and scared, I was also exhausted—physically and mentally. Curling my body around my pillow, I gripped the sleeves of the shirt I was wearing in my fists. It was one of Griffith’s, and I’d worn it to bed every night since he’d left. Crying myself to sleep, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was the only thing I’d have left of him from our two nights together.
Early the next morning, I plastered a smile on my face when the bell above the flower shop door jingled. When I realized it was just Aurora, I gave up trying to impress anyone. It wasn’t worth the effort since there was no way a fake smile was going to fool my sister. She knew me too well.
“Dude. What’s going on with you? You look like the walking dead.” She rushed to my side and reached out to check my temperature by placing her wrist against my forehead. “Are you sick? Do we need to get someone in to cover for you so you can go home and rest? We can’t have you infecting any of our brides and grooms.”
I pushed her hand away and rolled my eyes at her overreaction. “No, I’m just tired. I didn’t sleep very well last night.”
Her familiar brown eyes, so much like my own, filled with worry. “You’ve been tired a lot lately, but this is a whole new level. You look like you’re about ready to faint any second.”
“Maybe my late-night phone
calls with Griffith are just catching up to me.” My voice cracked on his name, and any hope I had of her accepting my excuse flew out the window.
“Sit down before you pass out,” she ordered, practically shoving me into a chair before she stomped over to the door. After flipping over the “Open” sign, she turned the lock and hurried back to my side. Crouching down in front of me, she took my hands in hers and squeezed.
My sister’s simple gesture of comfort blasted through my already weak defenses, and suddenly I was bawling uncontrollably. Aurora wrapped her arms around me and held on until I got it all out of my system. Then she shoved some tissues into my hand and asked, “Do I need to drive to LA and kick some rock star ass? Because I totally will.”
“Maybe?” I sniffled after I blew my nose. “But we both know that you’re not really going to hop in your car and head to LA just because Griffith might be getting ready to break up with me.”
“I don’t know any such thing. It’s not like I didn’t warn him what would happen if he hurt you.” She grabbed the extra chair from behind the counter, rolled it in front of me, and dropped down onto it. “But first I need more details. I have to make sure Griffith has earned the kind of crap I have in store for him if I’m forced to take a road trip out there.”
Aurora was one of the nicest people I’d ever known, but she was also fierce when it came to protecting the people she loved. There were a few mean girls who’d tried to bully Ariel when she was a sophomore in high school. It’d only gone on for two days before another freshman told me about it, and I went running to Aurora, who was a senior. She took care of the situation that night. I never found out exactly what she’d done to them, but two of the girls transferred to another school and the other went running in the opposite direction any time she saw one of us.
Judging by the intense gleam in her eyes, I had no doubt that she’d find a way to make Griffith pay if he broke my heart. But it wasn’t much comfort since I’d rather have my sexy rock god than revenge. “He hasn’t earned whatever it is you’re cooking up in your brain. Or at least, not yet.”
Aurora made a circular gesture with her hand, telling me to get on with it. After taking a deep breath to steady myself, the story spilled out. I shared all my fears about Griffith with her, but she looked less than impressed when I was done.
“That’s it?”
I nodded and let out a shuddering breath.
“Belle, you’re my sister. I love you, and I’ll always have your back.” She tapped my apron, right over my cell phone. “But call him. Now.”
“Nuh uh. No way.” I shook my head. “I can’t talk to him now. I’m a mess, and he’s probably asleep.”
“Quit making excuses.” She pulled my phone out of my apron and handed it to me. “I don’t know if it’s because this is the first time you’ve ever been in a relationship or what, but you’re not thinking clearly. Your emotions are all over the place, and you’re letting them build this up into something big when it could be any number of things that don’t have anything to do with breaking up with you.”
“Oh, yeah? Like what?” I sounded doubtful, but I really hoped she came up with about a million different reasons that I could hold onto.
“Things could be going bad with the album Rising Phoenix is recording, and it’s pissing him off because it means he’ll have to wait longer to see you again. One of his bandmates could be going through a rough time, and Griffith is preoccupied thinking about how he can help them. It could be as simple as him missing you, and like most guys he sucks at sharing his emotions.” She’d been ticking her points off with her fingers and waved her hand in my face. “There you go, that’s three ideas right off the top of my head. I could keep going, or you could just call the man and ask him.”
“I don’t know,” I whispered, looking down at my phone. “It’ll hurt so much if he really does want to end things.”
“If falling in love makes it impossible for you to use your brain, I hope it’s a long time before it happens to me,” she muttered. “Putting off talking to him isn’t helping anything. You’re already hurting enough that it’s messing with your sleep and appetite.”
Falling in love.
It hit me when Aurora said it; I wasn’t just falling. I was already in love with Griffith. Maybe that was why my emotions were all over the place lately.
Acknowledging my love for him gave me a much-needed boost of confidence. It was impossible to believe that my feelings were one-sided. Loving someone meant you trusted them...and talked to them when stuff was bothering you. “You’re right. I should call him.”
I pressed the button to power up my phone since I hadn’t bothered to turn it on this morning. My heart began to race, but in a good way, when I saw that I had two missed calls from Griffith. Then my text notifications popped up, and there were a few missed messages from him. I quickly scanned them, my lips curving up when I saw that he’d assumed I’d fallen asleep while we were talking last night since I hadn’t picked up when he called me back after he realized we’d been disconnected.
I suddenly couldn’t wait to talk to him, even if it meant waking him up. I clicked on his number, but the call went straight to voicemail, making me groan. He must’ve turned his phone off when he finally went to sleep, and it only served me right since I’d done the same to him last night.
I’d felt so much better after my talk with Aurora. Even though I hadn’t been able to get ahold of Griffith, I was sure when we talked, everything would be set straight.
I waited until the time he was normally up and tried him again, but it went to voicemail like last time. After another hour, I tried again. And so it went for most of the morning. Finally, in the early afternoon, he picked up.
“Hey baby, I can’t talk right now. I’ll have to call you back.” His tone was distracted, and it pricked at my insecurities.
“Griffith, I really need to talk—”
“Baby,” he cut me off impatiently. “I promise, we’ll talk later but right now, I just can’t.” I heard a muffled female voice and Griffith telling her to hang on. Tears gathered in my eyes. “I’m sorry, Belle. I’ve got to go.” Then he hung up.
Fear and sorrow welled up inside me, churning in my stomach. Had I been right? Had he…moved on already? Suddenly, my tummy lurched, and I slapped a hand over my mouth as I bolted for the bathroom in the back of the shop.
Chapter 9
Griffith
Shit. I hated having to practically hang up on Belle, but I was running to catch my connection and cut it so close that I had to sweet talk the flight attendant into opening the door back up with a promise of VIP tickets and autographed albums. I worried the whole way to Las Vegas but once I stepped off that plane, I felt like I could finally breathe again. I was so close to my love.
I grabbed my bags and headed to the area where I was supposed to meet the driver picking me up. When I got there, my name wasn’t on the list.
I was irritated but figured it was no big deal and headed out to the cab line. It was just my luck that I decided to travel on a day when there was not only one of the biggest MMA fights in the world happening, but also, the finals of the Poker World Series.
The wait for a cab was over three hours long. If I didn’t get to The Lennox soon, I was liable to murder the next person to piss me off.
Then I was almost mobbed when someone recognized me. After I got away, I swore a blue streak in my head as I stomped back into the airport to the offices for the car service. The woman at the counter was harried and close to falling apart, but she was still staring at me with starry eyes and it was making her even more incompetent. She typed away on her computer, sneaking glances at me every few seconds. After a minute, she stared intently at the screen then looked up at me warily. “I’m sorry sir, I don’t have your reservation.”
“Look again,” I growled. I was beyond caring about manners. All I cared about was getting my ass to The Lennox. She typed some more then lifted her head, but her suspiciously
shiny eyes wouldn’t meet mine. “Sorry, sir—um.”
“Whether it’s there or not isn’t the issue at this point,” I snapped. “I need to get to my fucking hotel as soon as possible, so get me a damn ride!”
I knew I’d been distant the last week, even more so the last few days. Levi and Brooklynn had been awesome when I explained the situation, and we worked pretty much around the clock for three days to get our song done. It was the last track that needed to be finished before I could get back to my Belle. We’d even worked it out with the label to do any necessary tweaking at a studio in Las Vegas.
We’d wrapped late last night, and I hopped on a plane first thing in the morning. It wasn’t a long ride normally, but because it was a last-minute booking and with the number of people already trying to get to Vegas…I’d ended up being routed through Oakland, to Reno, then to Vegas. If I’d been thinking clearly, I would’ve just booked a private jet instead. But I’d been too damn focused on getting out the door to think about how long it was going to take me to get to Belle with the flight I’d booked. And now I was paying for it. I was fucking exhausted and wanted nothing more than to wrap Belle up in my arms, kiss the hell out of her, then curl up with her and take a nap.
“Sir—”
I was so done with this chick. I waved her off and stepped out of line, whipping out my cell phone. I tapped the screen a few times, then waited while it rang. It went to voicemail, and I groaned. If I couldn’t get a hold of Drew…fuck. I really didn’t want to make the call to the next person on my list.
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