Beat With Me: A With Me in Seattle Universe Novel

by Anna Edwards

  It’s hot on the beach, and the men are dressed in white linen suits. Zoey and Liam’s mother, my new mother-in-law, wear similar summer dresses with little purple flowers on them to match the purple lavender spikes in my bouquet, giving a pop of color to the white roses that make up the rest of it. I’m wearing a lightweight silk gown with lace over the sleeves and bodice. The gown trails behind me and together with the small tiara in my pulled up, chestnut hair, I’ve the appearance of a princess.

  I don’t know how they arranged this without me knowing, but I’m so happy they did. It’s been a difficult week with lots of trips to different police stations to give more and more information on the case against the Leader and the cult. I know for certain now it will be disbanded, and the innocent people from there will be assisted to build new lives.

  The Leader has been charged with a long list of offenses, and I’ve been informed that it’s unlikely he’ll ever be freed from prison. I’m glad—he’s a bad man and has done so many terrible things. His money has been seized—he had millions in savings, and it will be given to the people he’s harmed to help them start anew. Tate and Zoey have also been put in touch with a couple of the younger members to assist them in finding a future. I know they’ll all be in the safest of hands.

  What I saw and witnessed will stay with me forever. I was blinded to the crimes taking place around me, and it took coming into the real world for me to realize it. I was asked if I wanted to see my parents, but I refused. I know they were probably brainwashed too, but I’m not ready to forgive them for allowing me to grow up in such a place. I don’t know if I ever will be.

  There’s a part of me, rooted in the past, that will never heal. I’ll never forget my time in the cult, but being away from it has help me grow and become the person I want to be. I’ve already decided that when I finish my General Education Diploma, I want to continue my studies so I can become a counselor. I want to help people who’ve experienced what I‘ve been through, and Liam is ready to support me all the way.

  “Yivi.” Liam nudges me, and I realize I’ve fallen into a daydream.

  “Sorry,” I apologize to everyone. “Of course, I’ll take you as my husband again, Liam. I’ll take you every time you ask me. I love you with all my very being.”

  “Liam Romero, do you take Yivi Romero to be your wife… again” The officiate asks the same question to Liam. It seems strange to hear my preferred name Yivi being used officially now. That’s one other thing we did this week. Changed my name so I never have to be Harmony again—she was the obedient girl from the cult. I’m anything but that now. This new wedding license will be our official one with my name Yivi on it.

  I can’t wait to sign it.

  “Hell yes, I’ll take her because she’s the only one who’ll put up with me,” Liam announces to rapturous applause.

  “It gives me great pleasure to pronounce you man and wife,” the officiate announces, and we all launch ourselves into a massive celebration.

  Liam scoops me into his arms and presses a kiss more scorching than the Florida sun onto my lips. I welcome it because I know it’s the symbol of his love for me—an endless love that can survive so much and will burn forever.

  “Get a room!” Austin shouts, his Irish accent coming through thickly.

  “I’m not sure Mom needs to see you humping your new wife in the sand, Liam,” Gabe adds, and everyone bursts into laughter.

  Liam reluctantly puts me down but keeps his arms around me.

  “Spoilsports,” Liam groans. “We’re on a tight schedule, so you have five minutes to give congratulations, and then I’m taking my wife to bed and consummating our marriage for the next few hours before the concert.”

  Zoey informed me that she’d wanted to have the marriage on an off day for the band, but Liam wanted me walking down the aisle the second we arrived in Miami. He couldn’t wait another minute, so the renewal of our vows has been turned into a two day event. The celebration party will be held tomorrow and will be for those traveling with the band as well. Today was just for us and Liam’s close family before the concert tonight.

  “Congratulations, my daughter.” Liam’s mother steps up to me and gives me a big embrace.

  “Thank you, Mrs. Romero,” I reply.

  She shakes a finger at me. “None of that formality. Call me Mama, please. If you ever need anything, I’m here for you. I love my sons, and I’ll be an interfering mother-in-law at times, but that’s me, and it’s the price you pay for choosing Liam.”

  I laugh at the mischief in her eyes. “I know you care so much for him, and I’ll strive to be the best wife.” I pause a second. “Besides, I don’t mind the interfering. I’m sure I’ll like it. It may sound strange, but it’ll make my life feel normal, and that’s what I want.”

  “You won’t say that when she’s telling you for the hundredth time how Liam likes his paella cooked.” Liam’s father is next to congratulate me.

  “Cooking is one thing I can do. I was trained from a young age, but I can’t wait to try out recipes that don’t include basic stew. I’m loving the food on this tour. I have a long list of things I want to try to make.” I wink at Liam’s father. “I might just send Liam home to his mother for paella, though.”

  “Good idea,” Gabe agrees from where he’s standing beside his parents.

  He hesitates when he approaches me. I know he’s scared after the last time he kissed me, but I’m not going to let him leave without congratulating me properly. I take him in an embrace, and he slowly reciprocates. I can hear the growl from Liam next to me.

  “Down, boy,” I tease him. “I’ve only got eyes for you.”

  Gabe laughs, and the two brothers hug warmly.

  The rest of the band stands together. Tate waves a key card for a room in front of us.

  “You don’t need hugs from us. You get enough of them. Go be with your husband.” He hands me the card. “We’ll keep the parents occupied.”

  “Don’t be late for the concert, though,” Cameron adds and waves his hand toward where a waiter is standing with a tray of champagne.

  Liam takes the key from me and puts it in his pocket before grabbing two glasses from the tray.

  “Bedroom, Mrs. Romero.” He licks his lips, and I find myself walking at a fast pace from the beach to the hotel.

  People offer us congratulations, and a few take pictures. I should probably care about the fact our photos could end up in the news, but I don’t. I’ve embraced that side of my life. It comes with Liam, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  It doesn’t take us long to reach the plush Marybelle penthouse suite that’s been booked just for us for a few nights. It’s the most opulent suite I’ve ever seen and is like a mini house. It even has its own pool. Not that I’m interested in that at the moment. My only interest is getting Liam into bed. I need him.

  Liam slams the door shut behind us, and I kick my high heels off as I take a sip of the champagne he hands to me.

  “Congratulations, Mrs. Romero,” he toasts.

  “Congratulations, Mr. Romero,” I return.

  “Now get naked.” He winks at me.

  I turn around so he can lower the long zipper on the dress I’m wearing. I suddenly pause and pull away from him. “We haven’t any official photos of our wedding, and we didn’t sign the registry book.”

  “Don’t worry, this dress will be cleaned and pressed ready for you to wear again tomorrow. The make-up and hair stylist will come back, and we’ll do the photos and everything else then. I just needed us to say I do the moment we arrived here.

  “Phew, then make sure you help me out of it before you rip it because that look on your face is dangerous. I’ve seen it lots of times before and have lost panties to it. I don’t want to lose anything I’m wearing right now.”

  Liam undoes the zipper, and pulling the dress off my shoulders, he lowers it to the floor where I step out of it. Underneath, I’m wearing a pair of white panties and a bra.

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p; “Okay, we might need to get you new underwear.” Liam laughs, and I speed away from him up a flight of stairs to where I know the master bedroom is situated.

  He races after me and captures me, and I twist and turn playfully in his arms.

  “Man need woman naked.” Liam acts the caveman as he throws me on the bed and rips my panties from my body. I squeal with delight as he flips me over onto my knees and removes my bra just as quickly.

  “Don’t move, I want to watch your pussy glisten as I take off my clothes.”

  I do as he requests. I don’t even move my head. I hear his pants lower to the floor with a clunk of his belt. Everything falls silent except my heavy breaths of anticipation while he removes the rest of his clothes.

  Eventually, I feel the blunt head of his cock at my entrance. I wait for Liam to push in, and it feels like forever before he does. He enters me fast, but I’m more than ready to take him. I always am. He takes me from behind like a wild animal, the wet sounds of his balls slapping against my heated body as my tits bounce up and down. I groan out every time he enters me deeply and rubs against my sensitive area inside.

  It doesn’t take long for an orgasm to hit me. It erupts within my body in a furious explosion that has my pussy soaking itself even more.

  Liam pulls out of me and I collapse down on the bed, turning to face him as I do. His cock is still rock hard, and I know he hasn’t come. He slides up my body, kissing me as he goes until he reaches my lips. I welcome him by opening my mouth and letting him inside. Our love making is feverish, and our tongues fight a duel as Liam plays with my breasts, preparing me for a second orgasm. He twists and turns the nipples hard between his fingers. I love the pressure, and it has me writhing on the bed needing more friction between my thighs.

  Liam lowers a hand there, and I moan with delight as he pushes a finger inside me. His thumb circles my clit. It’s too much—I can’t take it. My body’s so sensitive, and I launch headfirst into a second orgasm. I’m on fire. I only need the slightest touch, and I’m coming all over his fingers.

  “Liam,” I cry out, trying desperately to get air into my lungs.

  My head spins with the amount of pleasure cascading like a violent waterfall through my body. After what seems like a lifetime, I find the ability to breathe and eventually think again. Liam withdraws his finger from me and settles over me again ready to plunge his rigid cock unmercifully into me. I want every single bit of what he can give me. I want it forever.

  He pulls his hips back, and in one long, smooth stroke he’s filling me. My pussy clamps down on the intrusion and holds him in place until I can no longer bear the pressure in my body. I allow him to pull back and repeat the process over and over again. His hand returns to my nipple and twists.

  A random thought hits me as Liam thrusts his hips wildly. “I gave my bouquet to Zoey, but I didn’t throw it.”

  “Fuck, not now, I’m about to blow my load. You can throw it tomorrow.” Liam growls loudly like a lion protecting his pride.

  It’s all I need to dive headfirst into my third orgasm. This one is the most powerful, and Liam buries himself deep within me and screams his own release into my mouth.

  We stay like this, joined together as one, while our bodies experience the occasional aftershock. Our ragged breaths are warm on each other’s faces in the air conditioned room.

  Eventually, Liam withdraws from me and falls onto the bed, beside me. His chest heaves as he tries to get his breath back.

  “Are you going to be able to perform tonight?”

  “In terms of more sex, possibly, but as for drumming, looking difficult.”

  “No more sex for you then.” I laugh.

  “Damn fans. What do they want from me, blood?”

  “You’d give it to them if they asked.”

  Liam shuts his eyes.

  “I would, you know. For you, the band, Zoey and the fans, I’d give everything.”

  “I know, that’s why I married you.”

  “No, you married me because we were drunk and neither of us can remember it,” Liam adds with a laugh.

  “Not the second time. No alcohol passed my lips today. I knew exactly what I was doing this time. And I’ll remember every second until the day I die.”

  “And then for eternity together,” Liam adds and moves to pull me into his arms.

  We lie there in silence, both of us drifting off to sleep. We’ve no chance of spending the day in bed, though. There’s a noise from downstairs.

  “You finished fucking?” Cameron’s voice comes up the stairs.

  “I don’t hear much screaming, so if they haven’t, Liam’s a dud in the sack,” Austin says.

  “Either that, or he’s already totally exhausted Yivi because he’s that much of a stud,” Zoey adds.

  “I don’t want you thinking about Liam in bed, Zoey.” Tate gets the last word in.

  “We’ll be down in a few minutes,” Liam shouts out. “And Zoey is right, I’m a stud. My wife is thoroughly happy as you’ll be able to see for yourselves by the massive grin on her face.”

  “And the fact I’ll be walking like a cowboy all evening,” I add finally before we all erupt into laughter.

  I could never have dreamed of a life like this a few short months ago. Now it’s all I know, the band, Zoey, my husband.

  My family. Forever.

  Epilogue - Austin

  #WellThatHasNeverHappenedBefore

  “It’s so good to be back in Seattle and this time not on a bus.” Cameron stretches out on the couch in the recording studio.

  “I’m just happy I don’t have to spend all my time with you lot. I can walk around naked whenever I want and have Yivi suck my dick.” Liam smirks, his arm around his wife.

  “You talk about me like that, and you won’t be getting any dick sucking for a while.” Yivi winks at the rest of us.

  “Who are you kidding? You love it too much. Hashtag blowjobs for life,” Liam retorts.

  Tate groans. “Seriously, Liam, what have I told you about using hashtag in a sentence. You sound like a complete dick.”

  “A dick who’s going to get blown later.”

  We all erupt into fits of laughter as a secretary appears and leads us into the studio.

  While we were touring, Tate wrote a lot of new songs. We’ve put them all to music, and we plan on spending most of the day recording them.

  “Mr. Stone is ready for you,” the secretary announces.

  “Mr. Stone?” I question as we all get to our feet. “What happened to Smithy?”

  Smithy has been the technician behind our recordings ever since we started. He’s a little old school when it comes to the creative process, but…

  “I’m afraid he left the company a few weeks back. There were some creative differences. Will that be a problem? Your manager said it would be all right.”

  “Do you want me to get on the phone to Fred?” Zoey asks us collectively.

  Zoey never seems to switch off. As our publicist, she’s always there, ready to look after us. Yivi is the same now, and she instantly has her phone out to pass to Zoey. Not that I think Yivi properly understands how to use the technological wonder that is a cell phone. I know for certain she struggles with the computer I helped her buy for her high school diploma studies.

  “It’s okay. We can see what the new guy’s like first. If he’s no good, we can get on to Fred to make changes,” Tate suggests, and we all murmur our agreement.

  I’m pretty sure the other guys feel the same way as I do. I’ve been practicing my parts for a while now, and I just want to get into the studio and lay the tracks down so we can hear what they sound like once recorded.

  I follow the rest of the band into the dimly lit studio. It’s old fashioned in its décor, but I like it. I’m a big fan of things from yesteryear. They were often made so much better than modern pieces. My house is entirely decorated with Victorian and Edwardian furniture—a lot of which I purchased from Ireland and had shipped over to Ameri
ca. I think it’s partly because it allows me to feel a bit more at home with my Irish side. I left the country as a baby, and even though we often visit relatives there, I do feel I missed out on the charm of the country when growing up.

  “Hello, I’m Marek Stone,” a tall guy introduces himself as we enter the room.

  He has long, blond hair pulled into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. His eyes are the color of sapphire, and as he takes each one of us in, they sparkle with intrigue. His body is muscular and strong. A vast difference from Smithy who was stuck in the style of a seventies pornstar.

  “It’s so good to see you. I’m a big fan of your work.” Marek steps forward and begins to shake each of our hands.

  “Tate, I have to say, your words. They astound me. I can’t wait to hear what you have for us today. I know it’s a little unusual to come in and work with someone you don’t know, and I’m new here so I’m probably still learning, but I can assure you I’ve worked with lots of top names in the industry, mainly based down in California.”

  “Nice to meet you.” Tate shakes Marek’s hand as I wait my turn. “California, not bad. Why on earth would you want to come up here? It’s so fucking cold in winter.”

  “A change of scenery, and I had an issue with an ex. Plus, it’s good to get away.”

  “Been there.” Cameron is next. He shakes Marek’s hand before quickly moving on and heading to his guitar that’s been laid out ready for him to play. “We like to lay down my opening chords first. Is that okay, or do you prefer to do it another way?”

  “Whatever way you choose. If I think something isn’t working, I’ll discuss it with you.”

  I’m next to shake Marek’s hand. “Hi, I’m Austin.”

  “Nice to meet you.” Marek takes my hand firmly in his, and I get a surprising shot of heat flash through my body. It stirs my dick in my pants. I’ve never felt anything like it before. My cock normally only reacts to women.