Chapter 7 #3
“Hard Body” was a loud, sexy song with raunchy lyrics.
The end of the song was loud and gritty, and Dillon kicked the shit out of his double bass.
She didn’t know if she could handle it, but she wanted to find out.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she braced herself.
He brought the song home, pounding her with intensity and sending waves of intense ecstasy throughout her body.
That’s when everything went haywire inside her.
Every nerve ending was on fire. A deep thunderclap of sensations shot through her like a lightning strike.
Her body convulsed and jerked while a buzz reverberated deep inside her, traveling from her waist down to her knees.
Her breath came in heavy gasps. The room went white.
She swallowed chunks of air in an attempt to satisfy her need for oxygen.
When she finally settled, the sheets and pillows were long gone, kicked to the floor in the heyday of their lovemaking.
Dillon was still grunting and gasping, but she was done.
Immobilized by an overload of stimulus, she was helpless, and her body lay lifeless underneath him.
Her arms were still pinned, and his grip on her wrists were deathly.
But she loved it. Finally, Dillon let out a long guttural moan that sounded animalistic and primal. Then he fell on top of her.
She didn’t know how long they stayed like that with their bodies still engaged, but it was heaven.
They were connected. This was a moment that took over a decade to manifest, and she wondered if the feelings for Dillon were always there, because they didn’t feel new.
It felt as if she had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
Whatever the case, it was here now, and they had free reign to explore what came next.
Dillon rolled off her with great effort and sat on the side of the bed while he tossed the condom on the floor and wiped himself clean.
“Pour me some more champagne,” she managed to say, still panting.
He filled their glasses and handed one to her. It was still cold and quenched her thirst.
After he downed a full glass, he crawled in bed next to her, and she rested her head on his shoulder.
It was serene and blissful. After a minute, she perched herself up on one elbow so she could see him.
He had the most intense look on his face she had ever seen.
His eyes were hooded by his dark lashes as he stared back at her with his mouth slightly parted.
There was longing in his eyes again, aching to tell her something.
This time she was ready to hear it. The walls that protected her heart were now paper thin and transparent.
She was open and vulnerable. She was ready to let love in.
He slowly brought his hand to her cheek, his eyes never leaving hers. “I love you, Lizzy. I always have.”
Her insides melted and emotion bubbled in her throat. Her chin quivered, and she pressed her lips together. Tears welled on her lower lids and threatened to fall. “I think I love you, too. I think I always have. I was just too stubborn to let myself imagine it could ever be. I love you, Dillon.”
The smile that crossed his lips made his face glow, and he kissed her. He wrapped his arms around her and held her. He just held her, warm and safe.
“What now?” he whispered in her ear.
She shifted back a little so she could look at him. “I lied when I said I had no plans after tonight. I have big plans, and it involves a new band. A female-fronted, hardcore heavy metal band. An old friend of mine is a kick-ass guitar player.” She smiled at him. “But we need a drummer.”
His eyes lit up, and he cocked his head to the side. “Are you asking me to be in your new band?”
She nodded. “I have a lot of music, Dillon, and it’s good. I think this band can be a huge success, and I want to share the stage with you again. I want us to enjoy success again. Together. ”
He looked at her with disbelief. “Are you serious?”
“Yes. Do you want to know the name of the band?”
He looked at her eagerly. “What’s the name of the band?”
She smiled and paused for effect. “Afterlife.”
A happy laugh flew from his mouth. “I love it. It’s perfect.
I think it’s going to be really great. I can’t wait to make music with you again, but, this time, under totally different circumstances.
We can work together for a change instead of against each other.
” He looked up to the ceiling, his eyes darting back and forth, and let out a small laugh.
“I can’t even imagine what that’s going to be like. ”
“I can, and it’s going to be amazing.”
“It is,” he agreed.
They snuggled together, and she put her head on his shoulder again.
It was the perfect ending to the perfect night.
She bid farewell to Blind Fury with a spectacular finish, and she left behind a lot of bitter resentment.
She had a promising opportunity ahead of her, she had a new life, a new band, and a new man to share it with.
The End . . . Or Is It Just The Beginning?