Chapter 22 #2
“Stone.” She pushes back against me. “Fuck me. Unleash.”
Her words give me all the permission I need. I grip her hips and pull out, nearly all the way, before thrusting back in hard and deep. My tempo increases, our skin slaps together, my muttered curses and her whimpered pleas mix together into a primal crescendo.
I look down, watching her body take me like she was literally made for me.
Fucking has never felt like this before, I feel every bit of our joining throughout my entire body.
My mind goes fuzzy as I reach the precipice of my orgasm.
I need her to come with me so I slap her ass.
She clenches tighter around me as my handprint blooms over her skin.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” I lean down and whisper into her ear. “My little dirty girl likes to be bent over tables, spanked, and fucked until she comes all over my cock.”
“Yes.” She nods quickly. “Again, please.”
With a growl I stand back up and slap the other cheek.
My handprint blooms over her skin, heat releasing from the point of contact.
I reach around her until my fingers find her clit, circling it quickly until I feel her quaking beneath me.
Her whole body trembles as I fuck deep into her while she coats me in her cum.
Her wet, pulsing warmth sends me over the edge into delirium as I erupt inside her.
Ropes of my cum paint her walls as I keep myself pressed inside her.
I drop my forehead to her shoulder blades as we both catch our breaths. Every time with her is better than the last. I press a kiss to her hot flesh.
“You’re fucking incredible,” I whisper against her soft skin.
She reaches back, her hand running along my ribs. “The feeling is mutual.”
With a groan I push myself back up and slowly pull my cock from her body.
My cum leaks from her cunt in the sexiest, raunchiest sight I’ve ever witnessed.
Part of me wants to take a picture so I never forget the sight, but I know she’s mine.
In this exact moment, I know she is mine forever. I’m never letting her go.
After sound check I take a few minutes to call my sister. It’s her birthday, so I want to make sure she got everything I sent on time. And I wouldn’t be upset if my niece or nephew hijacks the FaceTime, so I can see their cute little faces since I can’t squeeze them.
“Hey, Ty.” My sister answers the call with a distracted smile. “How’s the tour?”
“Good.” I couldn’t hold my smile if I wanted to. Hazel makes me happier than I’ve been in forever, and it shows. “Happy birthday. Did you get everything I sent?”
“Yes.” She pans the camera to the baby grand piano I bought her. “You’re actually crazy for that by the way, but I love it. Thank you for it and the flowers.”
“You only turn thirty-seven once.”
“Thank fuck for that.” Her eyes move to something across the room. “Emmett don’t jump—” A loud crash interrupts her sentence followed quickly by a little voice yelling, “I okay, mommy.”
I chuckle as she mumbles something incoherent and runs a hand over her face. My brother-in-law leans over and kisses her temple.
“Hey,” he says in greeting to me.
“Hi, Eric.”
“I’ll take the kids outside, so you can catch up.”
“Thank you,” Tamara says, gratefully giving him a kiss.
I make a gagging sound like any good younger brother would. I absolutely love those two and their relationship, though. Even if he was her conductor and their relationship started rocky and forbidden. They met when she was a pianist for the Pacific Symphony.
“Fuck off,” Tam says with no heat. She watches Eric round up the kids and turns back to the camera when the house falls silent. “Now that there’s some peace, how are you?”
“I’m surprisingly great.”
Now that she has time to really focus on me she does. I feel her big sister evaluation as she looks at me. “You look well rested. Have you been able to sleep better?”
“Yeah.”
“I guess performing is a good way to tire your mind out.”
“Something like that.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I met someone.”
Unease filters through her gaze. “It’s a little soon, isn’t it? You should be focused on your sobriety.”
“I’m not having any trouble staying sober.”
“Because you traded one addiction for another?”
Clocked like only a big sister could. “No. It’s different.”
“Who is it?”
“Hazel Archer.”
“The author that’s on tour with you?”
“Yeah.”
“Gross, look at your goofy little smile.” It’s her turn to gag now. “What’s she like?”
“She’s funny and smart and so goddamned talented without realizing it. She thinks all her success is a fluke and a stroke of luck. Which it’s definitely not. I read her book in one sitting and what she's working on now is so good.”
“Maybe I’ll pick it up the next time I’m out.”
“You should.”
“Have you talked to Mom and Dad lately?” Her tone is light, but the topic is not.
“No.”
“I think you should. Just to check in and let them know things are going alright.”
“Or you could tell them.”
“They’re not mad at you, Ty. They just worry.”
And their worry feels like a lead weight attached to me. “I know.” I hate that I’ve disappointed them so much. They sent a flurry of concerned messages after seeing all the coverage of my altercation. The guilt eats away at me.
The sound of a sliding glass door opening in the background and then a loud squeal distracts us both from the serious turn in our conversation. “Unk Ty, I have to show you something.” I can’t see my niece, but I hear her wet little footsteps running across their marble floor.
“Oh God, what is that?” Tam looks horrified as Rosie fills the frame. “And why are you soaked?”
“Look, I caught a wizard.” She holds up her fist with a struggling blue lizard tucked tightly between her fingers. “Lost his tail though.” Her dark eyelashes are clumped together and her little curly pigtails are wet and matted to her head.
“That’s cool. I think when they lose their tails it’s because they’re scared, though. Maybe you should go put him back where you found him.”
“Okay, wuve you, Ty Ty.” She exits the frame while whispering to her lizard that it’s going to be okay.
“Love you, too, Rosie Posie.”
“She must have jumped into the pond to get him.” Tam watches her run back into the backyard. “I swear to god if you have kids, I hope they’re three times as wild as mine.”
“She’s going to love going to Colorado to see Luke and the kids when she’s older.” Our cousin lives on a ranch in western Colorado with his wife and their kids. Somehow I know they’ll all get along so well when they’re a bit older.
There’s a loud bang, and Eric yells something. Tam gives me an apologetic smile. “I better go help him. Thanks for calling and checking in.”
“No problem. Have a good birthday.”
“You know I will. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
Talking to my sister always grounds me, but oddly, I don’t think I needed it today. It’s not an exaggeration when I say that Hazel’s presence on the tour has somehow erased the fog of my addiction. I understand why those around me would be worried, but it doesn’t feel unhealthy. It feels right.