Chapter Thirty
DANGER
Eight Weeks Later
We flew back to Australia soon after my diagnosis, and I had the surgery.
I went straight into recovery, and Lunar has been nothing but a queen taking care of me.
Making sure I have been doing all my vocal exercises and keeping me well fed.
I swear this woman is the most caring person I have ever known.
And to think I almost lost her.
Multiple times.
What an asshole I’ve been.
While Lunar and I have been doing the health and recovery side of things, Luke and Ryan have been taking care of Recoil. Making sure we’re still current and in the press as much as possible. When news broke of my condition, the love came streaming in.
I thought the fans would revolt.
I thought they would turn against me for failing them.
They did the opposite.
I have never had so much fan mail, let alone care packages.
It’s been a little overwhelming, but I think it’s aided my recovery.
But today, Luke and Lunar are accompanying me to see the surgeon again. I’m able to talk now, after the surgery, but I am still breathy.
“Danger, you can come through now,” the doctor says, popping his head out of his office.
Standing, we walk into his room and take our seats. The office smells like antiseptic, and the white furniture and walls do nothing for his taste in décor. It’s sterile and bleak and reflects the anxiety I feel.
“Okay, so from the results I have seen thus far, everything looks great, and in a week, when you see your speech therapist again, you can resume singing. But only minor, not belting it out like at a concert.”
Closing my eyes, relief hits me instantly as Lunar grabs my hand, squeezing it tight. Opening my eyes again, I smile at him and nod, reaching over the table to shake his hand. “Thanks, Doc.”
We speak a bit more about other possibilities and what could happen, but overall, the appointment goes well, and I’m feeling good.
Luke decides that afterward, we should head out for lunch, so we make our way to a small café with a back section where we can hide away from the street view. It’s nice to eat without being in the public view. Or from paparazzi that might pop up unexpectedly.
“So, this is damn good news. Depending on what your speech therapist says next week, we could be back up and running in no time,” Luke chimes while he swirls some pasta onto his fork, his enthusiasm contagious.
Lunar smiles, and I lean in, kissing her. My cock instantly twitches, tasting her fruity essence on my lips, and I feel like I need to remind Lunar how much I care about her.
And I will.
As soon as we get out of here and back to the apartment.
Because in moments like these, surrounded by the people who care, I am reminded that she is the most important person in my life.
We continue to eat and discuss our next steps. However, although Luke is optimistic, I know I need to be careful not to get too excited. It’s a believe-it-when-it-happens kind of scenario.
Lunch is over too soon, and while it is great to kick back and relax, we need to head out and back to the hotel.
“Thanks for being at the appointment today,” I tell Lunar as we walk back inside our suite, and she closes the door behind us.
“I’ll always be here for you, you know that.”
I pull her to face me and wrap my arms around her waist. I’ve been on strict rest for weeks, and Lunar has been adamant about not exerting myself in that time.
But I need her.
I need to feel her.
Now.
Leaning forward, I press my lips to hers, and she smiles against my mouth as my cock hardens, pressing into her thigh. She giggles, pulls back, looks down at the bulge in my jeans, and smiles.
“So, someone’s awake.”
“He has been since the café. Baby, I’m going crazy here. Weeks with you next to me and not being able to touch you is another torture added to my lack-of-voice torture. Please put me out of my damn misery?”
She grins. “Well, only ’cause you asked so nice.”
Lunar guides me to our room, and something shifts. The sensation running up my arm from where our fingers are joined is a steady hum, not the jolt I typically feel.
Standing in front of the bed, Lunar releases my hand and slowly slips out of her leggings and sweatshirt, revealing her perfect body.
I can’t contain the groan that passes my lips at the sight of her.
With our eyes locked on each other, we undress at a slow but determined pace, knowing this doesn’t have to be rushed.
We have time.
We have each other.
Once I kick my jeans to the side, I step closer and watch as she slides back on the bed, beckoning me with an outstretched hand to join her.
She doesn’t need to say anything.
I kneel on the bed, slipping between her thighs as I rest on my forearms on either side of her head, careful not to lay my full weight on her.
My cock jerks at her nearness, anxious to get inside.
Gazing at her, my fingers gently brush through her hair, and I lean down to capture her lips. The kiss is completely consuming, like it always is between us, but something more seeps in, and I pull back, resting my forehead to hers.
Shifting my hips, the head of my cock slips through her wet folds and rests at her tight entrance, waiting, begging for me to sink into her. “Annalise…” Her name is a plea as I push into her, reveling in the contented gasp that leaves her lips.
Home.
Being inside her is like coming home.
She drags her fingers up my back, just the hint of her fingernails against my skin, then she hooks a leg around my waist, pulling me deeper.
My hips jerk, and I can’t help but grind into her, sinking into her so deeply her eyes widen, and she releases a choked breath.
When I start to pull back, she only tightens her hold, forcing me to put more of my weight on her.
I slide my hands under her arms, adjusting my weight so I can grip the tops of her shoulders, holding her in place as I continue to grind into her. “So fucking tight… need…” I breathe out, my breaths deep and heavy.
Lunar threads her fingers into my hair and pulls, the painful contrast jolting electricity down my spine. She takes advantage of the shock and captures my lips with hers, her tongue sinking into my mouth like she can’t get enough. I know I can’t, my tongue dueling with hers, but I need more.
Regretfully, I pull back, breaking the kiss, letting my teeth nip and drag along her silky skin, over her chin, and down her neck.
I shift to one arm, freeing my other to squeeze her breast, my fingers finding her taut nipple and pinching while slightly pulling.
She arches into my touch, and I lean down, placing open-mouth kisses over her throat and onto her collarbone, where I bite.
The breathy moan she releases is music to my ears as I continue to grind into her, savoring each and every sensation. Her pussy contracts around me, and I know she’s getting close. “You gonna come for me?” I taunt, pulling at her nipple and loving the way her breath catches with the movement.
Lunar arches into me again, and her fingers release their hold on my hair as she drags her nails down my back. “Fuuuck, woman.”
She only smiles at me, her eyes heavy with desire. I’m lost in her gaze when a sharp jolt wracks my body. I look down to where her fingers are rolling my nipple piercing, and my eyes flick back to hers, a new heat burning for her.
“Two can play at teasing if that’s what you want,” she sasses, and my cock jerks, still buried to the hilt inside her.
Catching her off-guard, I shift and move her leg from around my waist and press it toward her, keeping a firm grip on her ankle as I move over her, letting my body press into her leg, driving my cock impossibly deeper.
“No one is teasing. It’s called savoring, and I plan on indulging in this tight, hot pussy of mine all night,” I warn, pulling back ever so slightly, only to push into her again, grinding into her hips once I’m fully seated.
I set an unhurried pace that I know will only edge her further, but it seems she has other ideas and reaches up and tugs on my other nipple piercing, causing a hiss to escape between my clenched teeth.
She gazes up at me with a playful smirk that I can’t resist. A growl reverberates in my chest as I lean down, devouring her and nipping at her bottom lip.
Before the kiss can get too heated, I pull back and slip free of her, enjoying her shocked gasp. I drop her leg, rubbing up and down her thighs, stopping when my thumbs brush against her lips. “Danger…” My name sounds like she’s on the verge of begging, and I can’t deny I love it.
“Shhh… I got you,” I assure her, letting my thumbs slide between her lips and over her sensitive clit.
She rocks her hips, seeking more. Keeping one thumb on her clit, I rotate firm circles while I use my other hand to sink three fingers into her pussy.
She’s so fucking wet, and precum is dripping from the head of my cock, wanting to be where my fingers are.
When she reaches out, gripping the sheets as her legs fall open, I’m gifted with the sexiest view. Desire courses through my veins, and I groan, watching her come undone for me.
“So damn beautiful spread open for me.”
I add a fourth finger, and an orgasm washes over her so quickly, her breath catches. Her pussy clenches tightly around my fingers, and I have no choice but to let her ride it out. “H-holy fuck, Danger! What the fuck was t-that?”
“That was me just getting started. Now, roll over on your belly and cross your ankles,” I tell her, my voice low and raspy.
Gently, I slide my fingers out of her, then use her orgasm to coat my length as I watch her get into position.
I must take too long because she looks back at me over her shoulder and arches an eyebrow.
A smile spreads across my lips, knowing she is impatient for more, and to drive home the point, she wiggles her ass.
I groan, rolling my head and taking a steady breath.
I don’t know how I lucked out with such a beautiful woman who is my match in every way.
She gives as good as she gets, both in and out of the bedroom.
More importantly, she has put up with me and my constant push-and-pull.
Realistically, she should have walked a long time ago and never looked back, but here we are.
I move to straddle her thighs and grip her hips, tilting them so not only is her ass on display, but her glistening pussy too. The temptation is too much, and I drag the head of my cock through her slick folds, groaning at the heat.
Lunar is on the verge of panting, her body humming in anticipation, and as much as I want to sink my cock back into her, I want to worship her body as she deserves. I lean down, kissing across her shoulder blades and inching my way down her spine.
I massage her round ass cheeks, kneading her flesh and letting my thumbs dip between her cheeks, making my way down. Her pussy is dripping. I love her like this. At my mercy, desperate for me.
Dipping a thumb into her waiting entrance, I press my other thumb against her puckered entrance and smile when she moans, pressing back into me.
“M-more…” she begs, and I move up, pushing the head of my cock into her pussy with my thumb.
“Y-yes… more, Danger. I need you,” she moans out, and I can’t hold back anymore.
My thumbs slip free as I hover over her, just the tip of my cock resting at her entrance. I slide my arms under hers, gently wrap my hands around her throat, and drive into her. She moans out, and I groan at how tight she is like this.
I kiss her shoulder, setting a slow yet demanding pace, my thumbs caressing her neck. This woman consumes me in every way, and connected to her like this, I know there’s no one else and nowhere I’d rather be.
My balls pull up, and I know I’m not going to last much longer.
The familiar tingle starts in my toes, and I drive into her harder, sinking into her as far as I can go.
I tighten my hold around her neck, and she whimpers, her pussy squeezing me.
“Come with me, baby,” I command, and when she rocks her hips back to meet my next thrust, she shatters around me.
“Fuuu—” My orgasm steals my breath, cutting off my groan. Stars dance in my vision, and my body spasms as I come hard, filling her.
A gentle tap on my leg has me shaking my head, bringing me back to the moment, and I immediately loosen my hold on Lunar’s neck. She gasps and hums out an exhale.
“Shit, baby. I’m sorry,” I apologize, kissing her cheek.
“Nothing to be sorry for. That was incredible,” she chimes, stretching beneath me.
I roll to the side and immediately pull her into my arms, letting my fingers whisper against her skin. Both of us are panting frantically as we come down from the high. She cuddles into my side, her hair splayed out along my chest while her lips lightly press against my skin.
Exhaling as I stare up at the ceiling, I swallow a lump down my throat. “We’re going to be okay,” I whisper.
Lunar lifts her head from my chest, her eyes meeting mine, her smile bright, and her hand slides out, cupping my cheek. “Yeah, baby… everything is going to be just fine,” she says with conviction, then leans in pressing her lips to mine again.
Kissing her back, I believe her.
After the good news today, and finally being able to reconnect with Lunar like this, it feels like everything is getting back on track.
And damn, it feels good!