by Brenda Ford
“I want you,” Rachel groans while arching her back, pushing me in to her just a little bit. Her core clamps tightly around me, utterly refusing to let me go, which bolts lighting down to my tip. “I want you so bad.”
“Oh fuck.” I lean my head in to her shoulder, inhaling her wonderful scent. “Take me, Rachel. Have me.”
She pushes her ass out and slips all the way down on to me, all the way to my base which causes me to fill her right up. She needs to stretch a little to take me in, which is fucking incredible for me. Having her body fit mine like a glove it utterly incredible for me. Instantly, I want so much more from her.
Rachel, as always, doesn’t disappoint. I slide my hands over the slippery skin of her ass as she bounces up and down, riding me hard and fast, but I don’t need to do anything to control her movements. She feels fucking perfect to me. She seems to know exactly what I need without me even having to ask for it.
“Fuck, Rachel, this is…” I gush, my own head lolling to the side in desire. “It’s too much.”
I want to lose it right away, I need that sweet sense of satisfaction, but this night started out as all about Rachel and I want to make sure that it ends that way as well. I need to make sure this works out for her as well. So, I use all the strength that I have to lift her upright, pulling her off my cock and sitting her on the side of the hot tub. The cold air causes goose bumps to pop all over her skin, but it doesn’t matter because I don’t intend to allow her to remain cold for long. I tug her over the edge of the wall until I have just enough access to her, and then I lean in. Rachel’s hands clap on the wall to fix her in place as I lean in to taste her.
At first, I stroke my tongue slowly and softly over her clit, just tickling and teasing her, but it becomes instantly obvious from the way that her body bucks violently that she will fall apart too rapidly for me to tease. So, I become a mad man, licking and sucking her clit wildly, pushing her over the edge too quickly. I taste every part of her, every so often giving her a break from the pressure by pushing my tongue inside of her as well. She seems to love that just as much though, which means it doesn’t take long before she’s screaming my name like a prayer.
“Fuck, Angelo, oh my God, Angelo, fucking hell this feels too good…”
She writhes desperately as the pleasure shatters through her, fighting through the hot bliss as it swallows her up whole. My tongue continues to swirl all over her as she attempts to push me off just before it gets too much for her… but she tugs me back just as hard as well because she likes it so damn much.
“Get me back in that fucking water,” she groans through the post orgasmic bliss. “I want you inside me again.”
I pull her on to my lap, thrusting in to her once more and crying out as I slip in to heaven. She keeps up the same pace that she was riding me with before and I yell out with joy. Rachel leans over me which allows her beautiful scent to infiltrate my nostrils, driving the pleasure through me even more.
“Fuck!” I cry out as I explode like a fucking volcano. “Oh my God, Rachel.”
I fill her up with all of me, clinging to her like she’s the only thing holding me to the planet right now. And she pretty much is, or she might as well be anyway. Nothing else matters but her. Her and me and the wonderful future that we’re going to share. From this point forwards, me and her are going to live the dream that we have always been destined to lead. There isn’t anything that can come between us now.
“Wow, that was…” Rachel laughs and pulls back to look at me. “That was something else, wasn’t it? The best ever. In fact, this is the best night that I have ever had. From start to finish.”
“Yeah?” That makes me so happy. That’s all I wanted. “Well good, because that’s a promise of what to come. Me and you forever.”
Chapter 39 – Rachel
Six Months Later…
“Are you ready for this?” Alex asks while patting me on the back. “The first outing of your song.”
“Oh don’t,” I groan as my eyes fall closed in agony. “I’m so scared. You have no idea.”
“It’s a great song! You don’t need to worry. Me and Gary wouldn’t let you perform it if we thought that it was bad, would we? We don’t exactly want you to look foolish, do we? That affects us all. Plus, you know that the record label is considering it for a single to be released, so that should give you confidence.”
“It should… but I don’t know if it does. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to feel anything but fear.”
Alex pulls me in for a reassuring hug. I would like to feel so much better because of this, but I don’t. The audiences that we’re playing for now are so much bigger than they were even on our first tour organized by Gary, and although they are very supportive of us, I can’t stop fearing that changing because of me.
“Just focus on Angelo,” Alex whispers to me. “He’s coming to watch you tonight, isn’t he? Just find him in the audience and fix your eyes on him the entire time. That way, it won’t be so scary after all.”
Alex knows that the song is about Angelo, he would be crazy not to know that much, but he’s right. The idea of singing it only to my boyfriend and the love of my life is better than all these other people. He loves me no matter what. He respects everything that I do and is proud of me through everything. Plus, he’s here with Sheri and Luke as well, so they will be the other eyes I catch along the way.
It took a while for Sheri to warm to Angelo after everything that happened, but he worked hard and took a lot of time to show her that everything is real now and so much better. It’s surprising that they actually get along well these days. It’s a shock, but a good one because she’s become wild since planning her wedding. A real bridezilla, and he can take some of the craziness off of me. Especially since I’ve been away recently on tour. It must be hard for her to take even a night off for this gig, but I’m glad that she has.
“Right, come on then.” I shake my head, trying to tremble off the nerves. “Let’s do this.”
“You got this?” Even Gary is managing to be supportive. “You feeling good?”
“No, but since I have you two on my side, I’m sure that it will be fine.”
I’m still glad to have these two surrounding me through my career. It’s nice to have such support from my band mates. It helps me to want to keep going further. And if we all keep going the way that we are, Blood Red Masters will be massive. One of the biggest bands around. And my song might be a released single!
Then, we all nod at one another one last time, before it’s time to run out on stage. I head to my drums, lapping up the cheering surrounding us, trying to make it replace the anxiety. Without much of a pause because the audience has been waiting for long enough, we leap in to one of our more popular well-known songs.
At first, I focus on the beat, on getting my drumming exactly right, but as soon as I get in to my stride, I dart my eyes over the crowd to find the one person who I really want to see. It’s weird to think that when we used to play in small bars without the biggest audience, it was hard to get Angelo to even look my way, but now we have loads of fans screaming our names and singing our songs, it’s me trying to find him. I don’t need to worry because I know when I do spot him, he’ll be staring right at me with the same love he has been doing for the last six months. Now, there isn’t a worry in the world about how he feels about me, I know.
I don’t find him. Not for a while. We actually get through three songs before the lights come up enough for me to notice anyone, but when I do my heart sings with happiness. There he is, the love of my life, the man that I have always wanted. He’s here for me, loving me with everything.
“Give it up for our drummer, Rachel Weston!” Alex suddenly yells in to the microphone, causing screams and cheers from the crowd. The loudest ones undoubtedly coming from my boyfriend and friends. “Now, we weren’t going to do it this early in the gig, but since she’s very nervous, I think it’s best to start right away.”
My e
yes almost bug out of my head as I realize what is about to happen here. I’m not ready for this! I wanted to get in to the swing of things before we even mentioned my song. And even then, I’m not sure I was going to do it. But Alex has started talking now and I don’t see how I can get out of it.
“She has written an original song and we’re going to play it for you as an exclusive here tonight.” I feel sick. I clutch my stomach hard. I shake my head at Alex, silently begging him not to carry on with this, but he does regardless. “She has written this for someone special in her life and we want to know what you think.”
There’s more cheering, but all that does is make me panic even more that I might let them down. I feel weak, my wrists hurt, my body aches, but it’s far too late for me to back out now. It’s time to put my head down and sing. As the spot light shines on me, I do my best to grin my way through it. Then I begin…
The lyrics burst out of me, emotion flowing with every single word. I connect with the music, the words, the atmosphere, all of it. Plus, I connect with my man standing out there, supporting me to the end.
As I look at him right at the moment I get to the chorus, I notice a shining in his eyes that I’m pretty sure has nothing to do with the lights. He’s crying, which makes it extremely challenging not to cry myself…
A hushed silence fills the room as the song comes to an end, which is a massive challenge since there are so many people in here. My insecurities immediately come to life, I imagine that everyone hates it, I almost leap up from my seat and run from the room… but then everyone explodes like fireworks. Cheers erupt from every corner of the place. I don’t know if one person starts it and the others all join in or it’s just a time delay, but I love it.
Alex and Gary both turn and give me a thumbs up, which just proves that everything has gone well. This is good news, it might lead to me writing even more songs for the band, which is amazing…
“Give it up for Rachel Weston!” Alex yells, starting it all up again. Once it subsides a little for the second time, he continues to speak. “Now, as I said at the beginning of the song, Rachel wrote this for someone special. Someone important to the both of us. My twin brother – not that you’d know because I’m a lot more handsome…” He pauses for laughter and whopping. “And Rachel’s boyfriend. I will let you all judge for yourself who’s the best looking one, because Angelo is actually about to join us up on stage now.”
Before I even realize what I’m doing, I leap up from my seat behind my drums and I grab Alex’s arm. “What are you doing?” I hiss. “Angelo isn’t going to want to come up on stage. You know that…”
But as my eyes drift out in to the crowd, I realize that Sheri and Luke are alone there now. Angelo has gone. Has Alex’s stupidity driven him right out of the building? Or is he actually coming up here? I can’t imagine it being what he wants, he definitely isn’t the sort of person to seek the lime light, but it seems like something is going on. I eye Alex suspiciously, but he isn’t giving anything away with that knowing smile of his.
“Rachel Weston.” Angelo’s voice makes me jump as it booms out from a microphone somewhere. I spin around so rapidly that I almost topple over in my biker boots, but I just about manage to remain upright. “You are the love of my life. I don’t know if I tell you that enough. You really are the best thing to ever happen to me.”
“What are you talking about?” I race towards him. “You tell me that all the time.” Luckily, my microphone is attached to my drum kit so no one else can hear my side of the conversation. “What are you doing up here?”
“You just sang me the most amazing song ever,” he continues, ignoring my protests. “A song that you wrote just for me to celebrate our love. I must be the luckiest man alive to get that from you.”
The crowd cheers again, reminding me of their presence. Why don’t they seem as confused as to what the hell is going on? I know that I am. They are just happy to go with the flow which is weird.
“Now I want to give you something in return, and this is something that I have wanted to give you for a very long time.” To completely curb all of my doubt and to finally let me know what on earth is going on here, Angelo drops to one knee and he pulls out a little ring box to show me. “I want to give you a ring to solidify our love and to show you how much you mean to me… but of course, this isn’t just any ring. I want you to be my wife.”
“Are you asking me to marry you?” I blurt out thickly through the emotion.
Angelo chuckles in that adorable way of his. “For those of you in the audience who can’t hear this beautiful woman who I hope is my fiancée to be. She just asked if I want to marry her.”
“Of course, he does!” someone yells.
“Say yes!” Another person joins in. “Marry him.”
“Are you for real?” I gush, my hands clutching to my chest as I try to get enough air in to my lungs. “Is this really what you want? I know that you were worried about moving too fast.”
“I wouldn’t be up on stage in front of all these people if I wasn’t.”
I nod. I nod so hard I’m sure that my head is about to fall off. “Of course. Yes, I would love to marry you.”
“She said yes!”
As everyone cheers, Angelo slides the gorgeous diamond ring on to my finger, and I feel like I’m his. Really his. Everything has really been worth it to get us to this moment, hasn’t it? It’s been an incredible ride that brings us to this point and now I’m his fiancée. I’m going to be his wife. His wife!
Angelo drags himself upright and we kiss wildly, probably inappropriately considering there are loads of people watching us, but they are all invested in this wonderfully romantic moment regardless. They haven’t been along for the crazy ride that brought us here, but they are happy for us anyway.
Over joyed for me and Angelo and our happy ever after… at last.
Epilogue – Angelo
One Month Later…
“Is that the Vegas chapel?” Wesley yells, as if he thinks he needs to shout for us to hear him over web cam.
“Yes, it is.” I wave the laptop from left to right. “Can you see it all properly?”
“Just about. Where are you going to sit us once you go inside to get hitched.”
“I don’t know.” I roll my eyes and laugh. “It isn’t exactly my top priority. I have to tell you all, this doesn’t exactly feel like we’re eloping just the two of us to have a sweet romantic Las Vegas wedding with you lot first insisting on joining us over web cam, but then being a massive pain in the ass about it.”
Wesley laughs, not at all bothered by my insults. “Hey, you marry a Smith brother, you marry us all.”
“What a horrifying thought! I only want the one, thank you very much. Oh, and there he is now.”
Angelo exits the chapel and gives me the thumbs up, showing me that we’re all good to tie the knot at last. I race towards him almost dropping the laptop as I go. As far as I’m concerned, it wouldn’t be the worst thing.
“You really do look stunning in white,” Angelo murmurs as I get closer to him. “I can’t wait for you to be my wife at last. Rachel Smith. The rock and roll queen belonging to me.”
“I won’t be Smith unless you take this laptop from me. Your brothers are driving me nuts.”
They protest, but they can’t exactly bother me through a screen, so I tune them out and kiss my husband to be. It’s probably a good thing that we get called in to the chapel before we can really get in to the kiss. We probably should wait, shouldn’t we? Really explore one another when the deal has been sealed at last.
“Is there anywhere I can rest my brothers?” Angelo asks the confused looking officiant – one who isn’t dressed as Elvis Presley, much to my surprise. “Unfortunately, they won’t let me get hitched without them.”
He points to the chairs and Angelo leaves the laptop behind before waiting at the end of the aisle for me. This isn’t exactly a traditional ceremony, even the music that I’m walking down the ais
le to is something that I’ve never heard before, but I’m still walking towards my man, the love of my life, to become his wife. That’s enough for me. I don’t need all the trimmings to make this the best day of my life. Only him.
“You’re beautiful,” Angelo whispers as soon as I reach him and take his hands. “I can’t believe that I’m marrying you today. I’m going to be all yours and you can do what you like with me.”
I giggle as I feel a heat traveling up to my cheeks. “Well, I have been all yours forever. Now it’s just official.”
The truth of that hangs between us as the officiant introduces our ceremony and the weight of it hits me hard. Sometimes, it feels incredibly natural to be with Angelo. Most of the time actually. But every now and again it hits me that I have him. I really have him. The love is no longer unrequited. How wonderful is that?
Then it’s time for us to say our vows. We were going to write our own, but since this wedding has been a bit of a spur of the moment thing because we were in Vegas anyway, we haven’t planned anything. So, we simply repeat the traditional vows after the officiant, promising to love one another through anything, no matter what, not letting anything else get in the way. Not that we should face any issues in that department ever again.
Still, it doesn’t stop me getting all choked up with joy as I think about having a forever with this man. Kids, growing old, the whole lot. By the time the magical words ‘you may now kiss the bride’ come around, causing all kinds of yelling to come from the web cam, I am more than ready to jump on my man and claim him forever more. Sealing our happy ever after with our lips, I just know that destiny has finally delivered.
Rock Hard
Blurb
Freya Brown…
She is simply perfect…
That sweet face with those platinum blonde hair, and piercing green eyes with perfect curves pulls me in.