Write You a Love Song

by Francisco, Fabiola

  After we each use the bathroom, we lie in bed. Knox wraps his arms around my waist, my back against his front. “It’s been a very long time since I’ve felt this way.” His breath tickles my ear. I turn around to face him, holding his face.

  “Me too. If I’m being completely honest, I don’t know that I’ve ever felt this way.” The emotions when I’m with him are new, different. Maybe it has to do that in the last few months I’ve thrown caution to the wind and lived a life I’ve wanted to chase for a long time. Maybe I don’t feel like the pressure of my career is molding me into a version of myself that wasn’t authentic. With Knox, I’ve been myself from the beginning, quirky and carefree. I haven’t cared if he liked me or not, he just simply did. There’s nothing more liberating than being who you are without judgment or feeling a need to impress someone.

  His breath fans across my face before he drops a kiss on my lips. “The man in me makes me proud to hear that, knowing I made you feel that way.”

  I cuddle into him, hugging his body to mine and sneaking one of my legs between his, so we’re tangled together. Knox chuckles but tightens his hold on me.

  Going to sleep in Knox’s arms, wrapped up in his warmth, I couldn’t think of a better way to end this night.

  “Goodnight,” I whisper.

  “Goodnight, babe.” Knox kisses the crown of my head.

  Knox

  I tug Ainsley’s hand so she stops walking and bring her closer to me. I watch her smile shine and drop my free hand to her waist. These last couple of weeks have been heaven with Ainsley by my side. When she’s not at work, she’s with me. Making me laugh, live, and appreciate the things I’ve turned a blind eye to.

  I inch closer, dropping my lips to hers and pausing right before I kiss her.

  “People are looking,” she murmurs, her breath teasing my lips.

  “I don’t care.” People in town have already started scrutinizing about our relationship. The rumor-mill already began, and I don’t give a shit what they say so long as they don’t hurt Ainsley.

  “What if…” she trails off, looking around us.

  I hold her face and turn it back to mine, so her eyes are on me when I say, “I don’t care what they say or think. If they hurt you or mess with you, I’ll kill them, but I’m not hiding my feelings for you.”

  “You’d kill them?” Her eyebrows pinch together, and the ghost of a smile appears on her full lips. My eyes drop to her mouth and back up to her eyes.

  “I’m not a violent man, but if anyone tries to hurt you, I will do something about it.”

  “That’s oddly romantic and very hot.” Her eyebrows dance on her forehead.

  I release her face and place my hands on her hips, adding pressure. She squirms, and I wink.

  “Tease,” she challenges me.

  “You know I never tease without following through.” I inch closer to her so she can feel my dick against her.

  “We’re not done Christmas shopping,” she states, blinking up at me.

  “We can finish tomorrow,” I suggest.

  Ainsley shakes her head as she gives me a lopsided smile. “Nope. It’s my day off.” She grabs hold of one of my hands and moves away, leading the way to the next store. I groan, and my dick argues with her decision, but I let her guide me. This woman is making me believe in life again. The simple joys I hadn’t experienced in years are now back in full-force.

  By the time we’ve finished, we’ve each gotten the gifts we need. I protested when she grabbed presents for my parents and brother, assuring her she didn’t need to, but she insisted she wanted to. The only gift I have left to buy is hers, but I want it to be a surprise.

  “Want to grab dinner?” I turn to look at her as the streetlights illuminate the sidewalk.

  “Yes, I’m starving.” She tilts her head back as if thinking of a place. “Want Italian?”

  “Works for me.” We walk to the one Italian restaurant in town and wait a few minutes for a table.

  “People are staring,” Ainsley says as she leans into my side.

  “So?” I look down at her. She shrugs and keeps observing the place.

  “I just… I don’t know. We haven’t really talked about ‘going public’,” she uses air quotes.

  “Right now, I’m Knox Bentley, born and raised Everton resident. My career is on hold, and so is my image.”

  Ainsley looks up at me, her eyes are slits. “Your image is never on pause. You’re too big to go unnoticed. People are curious about your divorce, your break from music, what’s coming next. We can’t ignore this.” She shakes her head, her lips set in a straight line.

  “I know we can’t, but can we talk about it later?” I plead, pinching her waist.

  “Yeah.” She nods, eyes shifting to the side so she can look at the peering faces.

  “Ainsley, I want to be with you. Nothing else matters to me. Like I said, unless they interfere in your life, they can say what they want about me. You and I both know the truth.” I widen my eyes with deep meaning as I stare into hers.

  “I know that. However, I don’t want you to go through more crap than you have.” Her arms wrap around my body protectively, and I relax. I fucking love having her nestled next to me.

  “I appreciate that.” I lean down and kiss her when I hear a throat being cleared near us. I look up to find the hostess.

  “Your table is ready,” she tries a grin for a measure, but it’s forced.

  “Thanks.” I follow her, Ainsley’s hand in mine, in case anyone was unsure about our relationship. I’m staking my claim and sending a message, this woman is mine, and I’ll protect what we have. I’ve learned from my prior actions, and I won’t let fear or uncertainty break up the best thing in my life.

  “Have you given thought to what Harris suggested?” Ainsley asks as she swallows a bite of her lasagna.

  “No. I’ll worry about that after the holidays. I haven’t spent the holidays here in two years, and I want to enjoy it.” Harris called earlier this week, bringing up the idea of creating our own label again. Except, this time he proposed that instead of me performing and recording, we sign on an artist and I work the business aspect until I decide if I want to go back to singing. The details were appealing, I won’t lie, but at the moment I want to take things slow. Besides, starting a label is a lot of work. It doesn’t matter how many contacts I have, the industry is competitive, and I’d be starting from scratch after my break from RWB Records.

  “That’s smart. Take your time. I’ll support whatever decision you make.”

  I smile. “I don’t deserve you.”

  “Hey,” Ainsley frowns and her eyebrows knit together. “That’s not true.” She shakes her head.

  “You’re good,” I claim.

  “So are you.” She reaches across the table and holds my hand. I inhale the comfort in her touch.

  “Are you done?” I ask. When Ainsley nods, I flag down our waiter and pay.

  “Let’s go for a drive,” I tell her on the way back to my truck.

  Ainsley doesn’t bother sitting by the door, automatically sitting in the center of the cab bench. I like that she isn’t shy about showing her feelings. I like a whole lot about her—her laugh, her confidence, the way she cares for me.

  The town’s taken notice in our relationship these last few weeks, but I’ve yet to see anything made public. I want to protect her as much as possible, but I know it’s inevitable. Soon, we’ll be shared with millions of people. Our privacy and intimacy will be disturbed, and that thought makes me angry. We’re safe in our bubble, but it’s only a matter of time before the paps come and see what I’m up to, or someone around here posts a picture of the two of us for the media to have a field day with.

  I should be the first to share the news, but I’ll want to talk to her about it first.

  “Where to?” she asks as her land lazily runs circles on my thigh. My muscles twitch, and my dick wants to make itself noticed.

  “Let’s see where the road l
eads,” I wink. Driving in the open has always been liberating. It helps clear my mind, but it also gives us time away from the rest of the world.

  “Can I turn on the radio?” she asks. She knows I keep it off most times, disconnecting from it all.

  “Go for it.”

  She leans forward, turning the dial so we can hear the music before she changes stations. After a few minutes, she decides on what she wants to listen to, and I chuckle. She sings next to me, swaying to the words of Keith Urban. Her lips continue to murmur as she places her head on my shoulder, and I guide us through the winding road.

  I slow down and dim the lights. “What’s going on?” She leans up and peers out the window.

  “Wild horses,” I whisper as if any noise would scare them off.

  “Where?” She leans forward, and I point to the barely visible animals.

  “By those trees.” I turn on my fog lights, hoping they stay where they are.

  “Oh, wow.” Her eyes widen like a small child. “So pretty,” she sighs.

  “Yeah.” I squeeze her thigh and kiss her temple. “I love the wilderness here.” We watch them a few more minutes, and then I drive slowly not to disturb them. One of the horses looks our way as we pass it, but it remains still.

  I stop the car in a clearing a couple miles away and put it in park. Everything around us is covered in snow. I bring Ainsley to my lap and kiss her, my fingers tangling in her hair.

  “Do you want to come with me to Nashville for New Year’s Eve?” I ask as I bring my lips to her neck, sucking her skin.

  “Mmmm…” she moans and leans back. “Is that a good idea?” She runs her hand through my beard, and I close my eyes.

  “Very good idea,” my voice is deep.

  “Knox,” she says sternly. I open my eyes to look at her.

  “Hmm?” A slow smile tilts my lips up.

  “Nashville?” She raises her eyebrows and pops her eyes open, jerking her head.

  “Come with me.” I run my hands down the sides of her body and cup her ass, wishing she was straddling me.

  “I can’t talk to you about this when you’re touching me,” she deadpans.

  “Am I distracting you?” I lift a brow.

  “Yes.” She tries to cross her arms, but I grab hold of them and intertwine our fingers together. She sighs and looks at me. “Everyone will be there, and then people will know you’re dating someone for sure.”

  “Good, they should know. I’m not ashamed of it.” I clench my jaw.

  Her hands release mine and come to my face, gently massaging my cheeks. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to take the night off from work, but I’ll ask.”

  I kiss her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, seeking hers. She melts against me, returning the kiss just as fiercely.

  “Do you want to say you’re with someone?” she whispers against my mouth.

  “Yes. I want people to know I’m with you, out in the open without either of us looking over our shoulder. I want to show the world the amazing woman I’ve met, the woman who’s inspired me.” I hug her to me, kissing the top of her head.

  “I mean when you put it that way,” she teases, and I hear the smile in her voice.

  “Come with me,” I plead.

  “I’ll ask Adam if I can get those days off because I’m assuming we won’t be back until the first.”

  “Probably, if not, we can fly back after midnight. Although, having you to myself to kick off the new year would be perfect.” I drop a kiss on her lips.

  “That does sound nice. Still, are you sure you think it’s a good idea for me to go with you?” She bites her lower lip.

  “I’ve never been more certain. Trust me.” I lean back and stare at her face, taking her in. “I don’t want anyone else but you.”

  She breathes out of her mouth, and her body relaxes.

  “Let’s go home.” I lean into her ear and suck on her lobe. “I’ve got plans for us.”

  “I won’t argue with that.” Her voice is husky as she slides onto the seat and buckles up. I chuckle at her enthusiasm and take us back to my place, ready to taste her body until she’s begging me to stop.

  We’re taking our time to get to know each other, but no matter the speed we’ve tried to control when it comes to our relationship, my feelings for her are growing faster than I thought possible.

  As soon as we get back to my house, I crash my lips onto Ainsley’s and lift her body, her legs wrapping around me. I sneak my hands under her sweater, feeling her soft skin against my rough one, and make my way up to my bedroom. When I place her on the bed, she reaches the bottom of her sweater and removes it, tossing it on the floor. Her breasts fill up her bra, and I groan. I’m wild when it comes to this woman and want to touch and taste everywhere at once.

  Ainsley leans back on her elbows and bends her finger, calling me to her. I move over her, one hand on her stomach, the other holding my weight beside her head. I lean down and trace the seam of her lips with my tongue before she welcomes me into her mouth, her tongue peeking out to mingle with mine. I groan, dropping a bit more weight on her as I move my hips over hers.

  “Jeans, off,” she pants.

  I give her one more deep kiss and move off of her, standing before her as I slowly remove my jeans. She watches with rapt attention as they drop to the floor, followed by my boxer briefs. She toes off her boots while I take off my shirt.

  Before I’m back on her, I slide her jeans and underwear down her body, sinking to my knees and pulling her to the edge of the bed.

  Her hips buck off the mattress, and a primal cry moves through her as my tongue swipes along her clit. When my lips suck her into my mouth, her hands fall on my head, tangling in my hair and tugging at the roots.

  “Holy shit…” she moans, and I look up at her to see her body squirming, her head pushed back into the bed. I enter a finger into her pussy, continuing to eat her out, pushing her to her climax.

  “Knox,” she cries out.

  “I won’t stop until you’re satisfied and the only thing falling from those pretty lips of yours is my name on repeat,” I say against her, causing her to shiver.

  Grinning, I keep my promise until her body grows limp, and her hands loosen their grip on my hair.

  “Fuck,” she whispers and I chuckle, kissing my way up her body. I lean over her and reach for a condom on my nightstand, rolling it over my cock before pulling her legs apart and settling between her. I kiss her lazily as I align my body with hers and thrust into her.

  Her back arches and she meets me, keeping up with my pace, as I get lost in her body and the feel of her walls tightening around my dick.

  She’s my own heaven. My entire world in one person. And I never thought I’d find this again. Nothing else is better than being with this woman.

  As soon as she orgasms again, I let myself go, releasing into her with a grunt and final thrust. I drop my forehead to hers and kiss her nose.

  “You’re definitely coming to Nashville with me.”

  Her laughter fills my room, infusing it with happiness that’s been missing from this place for a long time.

  Ainsley

  “Whoa.” My arms flail around me, and I almost poke a laughing Knox with the pole in my hand. I glare at him as I find my footing. Skiing is not my thing. It all sounded magical when he told me wanted to bring me back to Oaks Resort. That is until I slid my feet into the skis of death and tried to move. Snow meet face. Not my classiest moment.

  “Okay.” Knox moves as close to me as possible. “Slowly, lean your body forward and use the poles to slide up and keep steady.” He demonstrates what he just explained, making it look so easy.

  “I’m not born to ski,” I complain, following his instructions.

  “There you go,” he smirks. “You’re getting better.”

  “You’re praising me as if I were a six-year-old.” I roll my eyes.

  “Have I told you I love it when you’re all riled up?” He winks in my direction, and par
t of me wants to kill him, and another part of me wants to throw him on the snow and kiss him silly.

  “Okay,” I huff and try again, getting the hang of this motion.

  “Better.” Knox keeps my pace.

  “There’s no way I can actually ski down a slope,” I shake my head, blowing air from the side of my mouth as I concentrate on every single movement.

  “We’ll see.”

  “You’re insane. I’ll sit on that gorgeous porch,” I point behind me with the pole, “and watch you ski as I drink something warm.”

  “You’re pretty,” he smiles.

  “Don’t try to sweet talk me now, after you’ve convinced me to get these death slabs on my feet.”

  Knox laughs, the sound light and free, and I stop moving to look at him. My goodness, this man has a grip on my heart. When his eyes catch mine, the corners wrinkle with his smile. We’re paused in time, eyes staring and heart racing. I’m falling for him.

  “How about this?” he breaks up the moment, clearing his throat. “We’ll ski for a bit, and then I’ll buy you hot chocolate with marshmallows.”

  “Can it be whipped cream instead?” I tilt my head.

  “Whatever you want.” He leans in and kisses me. My lips find his in a closed-mouth kiss.

  “Crap.” I fall back, ass in snow, feet in the air, death slabs barely missing Knox.

  Knox’s laugh echoes in the open space before he reaches his hand to help me. “Are you okay?”

  I glare at him, remaining silent.

  “Ainsley?” His eyes widen. “Are you hurt?” I grab hold of his hand and pull him down, risking a ski stabbing me.

  “What the…” He lands on the snow, and I guffaw as I watch him struggle to sit up. “You little…” He smashes snow on my face.

  “Hey!” I grab a handful and try to spread it on his face, but he’s too quick, shifting away from me as my hand slams the ground.