The Companion Love Trap: A Fake Dating Vacation Rom-Com

Part two

My fingers tapped out a rhythm,the melody playing in my head soothing against the irritation of the voices in the room. I despised these types of meetings but knew they were necessary. Unfortunately.

However, the more I thought about it, the more I wondered if I’d achieved enough clout to just send Jace. Fuck it. I’d decide for myself if I had, and considering I loathed every second sitting in these board meetings, my time could be spent better elsewhere.

Like between Everly’s legs.

Doubtful the board would approve that excuse, I’d keep that one to myself.

“Mr. Byrne?”

I jolted, my head snapping up. “I will no longer be attending these meetings. Jace is my proxy with full voting power,” I said, ignoring whatever he’d been about to ask me. I stood, buttoned my jacket, and walked out without a backward glance. Jace would ream me later, but I’d gladly bend over and let him if it meant I didn’t have to suffer a second longer in that stuffy room.

Cruz’s offer to buyout all my current board members and become the sole investor sounded more appealing every day. Initially, I didn’t want to depend on Cruz in that capacity, worried it would muddy the waters. But it had been three months since we stepped off that cruiseliner, and my life was barely recognizable to what it had been before Everly.

The four of us had become a family, and it was hard to picture a future without the three of them. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to consider his offer. I could spend my time doing what I liked and leave more opportunities to be with Everly. Whether we were creating music together, fucking, or simply enjoying the other’s company, I never had enough.

The balmy air hit me as I stepped out of the skyscraper and headed to the black car parked at the curb. With a few long strides, I slid into the backseat and out of the heat. The driver startled at my sudden appearance but quickly recovered.

“Where to, sir?”

“The Loft.”

“Yes, sir.”

I raised the divider and leaned against the leather seat, letting the AC cool my skin. My shoulders felt lighter with my decision, and my fingers tapped out a different rhythm—one I’d been fiddling with the past few months. I kept getting stuck on the refrain, the notes becoming jumbled in my mind and not making sense.

Except this time, they didn’t.

Now that my mind was clear, the notes raced across my mind in a frenzy of melodies. Euphoria bubbled in my chest, and my body vibrated with the need to touch a piano. I needed to touch the keys, to feel them beneath my fingers, and to hear the song my soul made.

The car rolled to a stop, and my eyes flew open. The second I realized we were at The Music Loft, I jumped forward and hurried out of the car. The doorman buzzed me in, and I raced to the elevator, my knee bouncing as I waited for it to arrive.

The ride to our floor lasted an eternity, and I sprinted to the music studio once the doors opened. I threw open the door, thankful no one was in the main room since I hadn’t been quiet with my interruption. One of the practice rooms was closed, and the faint sound of Everly playing the violin could be heard under the door. She stopped, and then a second violin picked up. They lacked the skill and musicality Everly had, but they weren’t bad.

My feet led me to the grand piano, and I sat down, my fingers hovering over the keys. Taking a deep breath, I placed my fingers on the ivories and let the melody that had been tumbling around in my head out. My muscles relaxed, and the tension eased as the song came together. Once I had a section down, I stopped and wrote the notes on the sheet music resting on top.

I fell into a trance, filling two pages before I felt her presence. Blinking, I lifted my head and found my beautiful girlfriend smiling at me.

“Fancy meeting you here, Meerk,” she teased. She leaned against the piano, her beautiful dark hair falling around her shoulders in waves. My mouth watered, and the need to have her overpowered the song in my head.

“Mo Chuisle, I missed you.”

Everly smiled and walked over to the bench. I glanced around the room but didn’t spot anyone else in the studio. She braced her hands on my arms, and I scooted back so she could sit on my lap. Her ass hit the keys, and a mélange of notes clanged out.

“Oops.” She chuckled, settling herself in my lap. I smiled, loving how carefree she was. She reminded me not to take things so seriously, something I needed more of. “The song you were playing. It was beautiful. Is it the one you’ve been stuck on?”

“Yeah. I had an epiphany during the board meeting earlier. Once I realized that, it flowed out. I couldn’t get here quick enough.”

“What was the epiphany?”

“I don’t need to attend those stupid meetings anymore. If it means I lose all of my investors, so be it. I’m at the point where I’d rather let Cruz fund me than spend another second wasting time listening to people who think they’re important drone on about nonsense.”

“That explains the text I got from Jace.” She smiled, her fingers playing with the hair at the back of my neck. “I’m proud of you for doing something for you.”

“You inspired me, Mo Chuisle.”

“Me?” She gaped, not believing me.

“Yes, Everly. You’re the most impressive person I’ve ever met.”

“Sure. A few months ago, I was homeless, jobless, and scared of commitment. I’m definitely someone to aspire to.” She rolled her eyes. I gripped her chin, stopping her self-deprecation.

“Those things don’t make you impressive, nor do they define success. Something I know you believe, as well. So stop putting down the woman I love. You’re magnificent, sweetheart.” I kissed her lips softly, pulling back before she could deepen it. “You shine so bright, Everly. Don’t dim yourself on my account.”

“I didn’t mean to. It’s hard to accept compliments, even from people I know who mean them.”

“Then I shall commit to telling you every day how amazing you are until you’re sick of hearing it.”

“That might take a while. A hot Irish man telling me how awesome I am isn’t something I’d ever grow tired of hearing.” She grinned, her eyes alighting with mischief.

“Good thing we have forever, Mo Chuisle.”

This time, I kissed her and didn’t pull away. Notes rang out again, and I lifted her onto the top of the piano. “Please tell me you’re done with lessons for the day,” I asked, breaking the kiss.

“All done. Doors even locked,” she replied, taking my mouth and rocking her hips into me.

With the knowledge we wouldn’t be interrupted, I skimmed my hands up her thighs and pushed up her dress. Hot pink silk greeted me as I uncovered her. A low growl rumbled in my chest as I stared. Every time I saw her, I was amazed at how utterly perfect she was.

Tracing my fingers over her, I loved how responsive she became. Her back arched, goosebumps rose, and a small whimper escaped her lips. I could spend the rest of my life listening to her sounds of pleasure and never grow bored. They were the melody of my heart.

“Kier, more,” she begged, urging me on.

Hooking my fingers into her panties, I slid them off her and tucked them into my pocket. Her pussy glistened, and I licked my lips at the sight. Slowly, I ran my finger up her center, loving how she trembled at my touch.

“So good, Mo Chuisle.” I closed the lid, her feet resting on the fall board as I stood between her open legs and debated my next move. My cock pressed against my zipper, aching to be inside her, but her pussy was calling to me, eager for my tongue to lick all of her up.

“I need you, Kier.”

Everly’s plea broke my battle. Loosening my belt, I unzipped my suit pants and slid them and my boxers to the ground. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of the material. My cock begged me to touch it, but I wouldn’t. Not yet.

Sitting back down on the bench, I spread my legs wide before gripping Everly’s thighs and pulling her down to me. She let out a squeak at the sudden shift, but when my cock nudged her opening, her eyes rolled back and she became relaxed in my arms.

She sank down onto my cock, both of us moaning as her warm heat enveloped my hardness. Her hands gripped my shoulders, her feet flat on the bench as she squatted over me. We stared into one another’s eyes, the fiery connection between us zinging into place as she sank the last inch and her bare ass hit my thighs.

We took a breath, the air still between us as we acclimated to the position. One second, we were on a precipice, and the next, we were falling over it. I smashed my mouth into hers, our tongues battling as I gripped her ass and thrust up. My eyes rolled back at the sensation, our pace unrelenting as we chased it together.

Her wetness coated my cock, making my entry easy as I slid in and out. Each time I thrust up, it felt as if I’d never recover. Sheer pleasure consumed me, sending tendrils from my toes to the tips of my hair. Every inch of me was attuned to Everly until it felt like we became one person, fluid beings of rapture and stimulation.

“Yes, yes, Kier!” Everly’s body tightened, her walls spasming around me and choking my cock as she came. Her orgasm set off my own, and I thrust up one more time before stalling. My body fell into hers, and we both lay on the piano, our breaths see-sawing out of us.

“If no more meetings mean I get to hear your music and be railed against the piano, then I’m fully on board with this new plan.”

“Good. You tell Jace not to yell at me then.”

“Nah. It’s fun to watch him get all twitchy. Besides, I think you like it.”

I grinned. She had me there.

“Fine. You can prep me before we leave so I’ll be ready for his reaming when we get home.”

“Say no more.”

Everly hopped off my lap and grabbed some towels from the private bathroom. Once we were cleaned up, she took great care to prepare me for Jace, and then we redressed, closed up the studio, and climbed into the waiting car. Both of us wore huge grins the whole way home.

Home—I’d been searching for it my entire life, and I finally had it in three people. They were my home.