The Last Love Song (A BWWM BDSM Romance)

by Lyn Rosella

  Lexi and the rest of Camden's men were arrested as well. There would be hearing and trials and all the madness of the press that went along with it, but for the moment, the nightmare was over.

  Even the paparazzi outside the hotel was a welcome sight when we pulled up. Vaughn tensed next to me.

  I squeezed his hand. "You're a hero. You saved me. That's all they're going talk about. That's all they'll remember for a long time."

  He didn't look too sure about it, but he stuck to my side as we pushed our way through and into the lobby. I stopped only to say to the cameras, "We're all alive and well and unharmed. We ask that you give us our privacy while we sleep this shit off." I topped it with a wink.

  "Do you want me to stay?" Vaughn asked at my door. The others had broken off to their owns rooms and were probably snoring already.

  I frowned at the question. "That doesn't sound like the Vaughn I know."

  He placed his hand on the door behind me, his arm heavy over my shoulder. "Get out your key. I'm staying."

  I melted.

  We slept that night entwined in each other arms like familiar lovers; like puzzle pieces, born to fit together. My body was too exhausted to do much else, though I wanted to. I wasn't feeling especially sexy with the thick pads of gauze covering the worst of my scrapes, either. Be grateful they're just scrapes, I'd thought, looking down at myself in my nightshirt. It could have been so much worse.

  Vaughn, too, suffered only minor injuries that could have been far more serious. Luckily for the both of us the man knew how to fight.

  “It won’t happen again,” he said, his breath brushing through my hair. I nuzzled against his neck.

  “What won’t?”

  “I won’t walk out on you like that.”

  “At the bar?” I wasn’t even thinking about that anymore.

  “Yes.” He shuddered. “Almost losing you like that… I don’t deserve this. But I can’t walk away again. I can’t.”

  “Stop,” I said. His confession gripped my heart - it ached for him. He was a good man, no matter what he thought of himself. I ran my hand along his side - where his shirt hid his scar, earned during his deployment. “You did your penance long ago. And now you’ve saved me. You deserve everything you want and more.” I felt him take a breath to protest, but I stopped him, pulling his hands to my lips, kissing them, squeezing them. “One day you’ll believe me.”

  His voice sounded different when he spoke - it held something like wonder. “I think you might be right.”

  The bruises on his knuckles were kind of a turn-on. I'd examined them while we laid in bed together, slowly dozing off. They were a reminder of his strength, his power, and how far he'd go to protect me. I kissed each one of them before finally closing my eyes, wishing that I had the energy to do more than just kiss him.

  The morning, however, found us both revived. There was a lot to talk about. But breakfast was a first priority.

  "Room service," I said, pointing at the bedside table as I wiped the sleep from my eyes. I checked my phone while he read the menu - it looked like Pauline had been blowing it up all morning. Sighing heavily, I called her.

  "Girl!" she said. "We've all been beside ourselves. Such a relief that you're okay. Oh my God, that Lexi, that bitch-"

  "Pauline!" I shouted. "Seriously. Calm the fuck down. What's the emergency?"

  "The show tonight," she said, sounding ragged and tired. "We can reschedule it for the end of the tour. I just didn't want to make the call without talking to you, first."

  "The show must go on!" I said dramatically. "Nothing's going to fuck up this tour, Pauline."

  "Are you sure? You took quite a tumble and you're pretty banged up."

  I was sore. And I'd have to wear some of the alternate costumes to cover up the scrapes that were too ugly to cover with creative makeup.

  But I didn't want to let down my fans. And I didn't want to give in to the chaos that Camden always brought into my life. The show would go on. "I'll tone down my parts in the big dance numbers, but I can do it," I said. I looked back at Vaughn - he'd picked up the hotel phone and was ordering enough food to feed an army. He was in an undershirt and boxers, and though his back was to me, he looked absolutely delicious. "Tell hair and makeup I'll be late."

  He thrust inside me with that magical precision that I still couldn't believe. My body twisted beneath his, seeking relief from his weight as he crushed me into the mattress. I didn't want relief, though. I wanted him to push right through me, obliterate me, and put me back together.

  A rerun of Harper Moore's show played on the television, but the volume was turned down. We'd meant to watch it but it was impossible to keep our hands off of each other for long when we were alone.

  "I'm just so grateful that no one was hurt," I'd said to Harper. He himself had flown out to meet me before I left San Fransisco to do a pre-recorded interview for his show since there was no time for me to make it back to LA to do it live.

  Now we were halfway through the tour and hadn’t spent a single night apart. Like magnets, like snaps or like puzzle pieces, we just fit. He ran the security team as an independent contractor, now, and he was with me all the time.

  We didn’t make a lot of sense to people on the outside. We were so different, but when I was in his arms, our hearts beat as one. It was like my song lyrics had come to life:

  Love will let you let go.

  I could be pretty damn profound if I can say so myself.

  "And it was thanks to your bodyguard that you made it out of there as unharmed as you did. Relatively unharmed."

  "Yes," I'd said. "Who knows what would have happened if Vaughn didn't appear when he did? Who knows where I would have ended up? Vaughn's a hero."

  "My hero," I gasped up at him. I would have clung to him if my hands weren't bound behind my knees, holding my legs high. My ankles rested together on one of his shoulders. He liked me like this - helpless. His to mold, to take, to claim. And I loved every moment of it. Giving all of myself to him like this. "My hero."

  "And you were right all this time about Camden. With everyone pressuring you to work with him again, to 'get over it,' you stood your ground. How do you feel about that?"

  That question had caught me off-guard. I didn't realize it was such an industry-wide bit of gossip.

  "Well it's not something I'm going to gloat about," I said, "But maybe in the future, if a woman says to you, 'I do not feel safe with this man,' perhaps people will remember this story and listen to her more closely than they might have."

  The only thing I didn't like about this position was that he had to bend me nearly in half to kiss me. But I would take the strain, because the pain of it only made the soft touch of his lips that much sweeter. "Come with me," he ordered.

  "And the bodyguard?" Harper asked onscreen.

  "Vaughn," I'd corrected him.

  "Michael Vaughn Grayson. Yes. Veteran and hero. And handsome man, I have to say. I can admit it!" he'd joked. "There was formerly an affair between you two a short time ago. Is there romance in the air, now?"

  I couldn't hide my smile. "Let's just say that you may be hearing a few new love songs from me when I record my next album."

  I came with him just as he'd demanded. My body submitted to his command, and he drove me into a blinding orgasm, right as his own pleasure peaked and spilled inside of me. Our voices mixed in the most primal song as our bodies spasmed and shuddered as one.

  "I want you to sing another song for me," he whispered after we came down from our orgasmic haze. We lay in a knot of limbs and sheets.

  "Which one?"

  "You know the one."

  I untangled myself and sat up, my back against the headboard. He nestled his head against my side, down against my ribs, where I could stroke his smooth head with my fingertips.

  Love will let you let go,

  Honey, let go with me.

  This is our fairytale, and baby, we always will be.

  He made a sound of c
ontentment and rubbed up and down my leg. These were coming to be some of my favorite moments - just laying together, touching each other, learning and exploring and simply being.

  Wild dreams and hot possibilities,

  This is our love story, and baby, we always will be.

  "You changed them," he accused.

  Gathered all my hopes and laid them at your feet,

  This is our love story, and baby, we always will be.

  "I love you, too, honey."

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