A Song That Never Ends (Broken Love Duet 3)

“You know that you can trust me, don’t you Bluebird?”

“Absolutely,” she says without hesitation—despite being on edge.

“Good girl,” I praise. I feel her body tremble underneath my hand, and I don’t think it has anything at all to do with nerves.

I bend down to rub my nose against the inside of her neck, breathing in her wet skin, running my tongue along the same path, making her shiver in response.

“Reed…”

My name comes out like a sigh—one filled with desire. “I’m going to make you feel good, Bluebird.”

“But—”

I move so that now I’m behind her and she’s out from the spray of the water. We’re in a double shower, but Callie only turned the faucet on to one side. That happens to work for me—at least for now.

“Turn around and brace your hands on shower wall,” I order.

My voice is hoarse and filled with hunger that I couldn’t begin to explain. Being without Callie while she was gone has left me feeling like a wild man. It was as if a part of me was missing and now I need to reclaim it—reclaim her.

She licks her lips, but she turns and does exactly as I order. She does look over her shoulder, her teeth worrying her lip. “Reed. I can’t, I mean…”

I kiss her to stop her from worrying. “Let me take care of you, baby,” I croon against her neck as I reach over to the shelf and grab the soap. I lather my hands before putting it back down. Then, I run them over her back. My fingers trail over her skin, moving over beauty marks and curves that I know as well as my own name. Her body has haunted me for as long as I can remember. I hear her moan, even though she tries to keep the sound. My hands snake around to palm her breasts, squeezing the soft globes playfully. I brush her nipples with my thumbs, teasing them. I toy with her like that over and over until she begins rocking her hips and pressing back against me. When she starts rubbing her ass against my hard cock, I’m almost done for.

“Do you need something, baby?” I ask, as she whimpers. I move her hair to the side, nudging it with my face and nose—refusing to stop playing with her breasts for even a moment. I kiss the back of her neck, and I’m rewarded as she trembles against me.

“You, Reed. I always need you. I always have.”

“You’ve got me, Bluebird. I’m not going anywhere.”

She looks over her shoulder at me, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “We can’t do this.”

“We are doing this. Do you think I don’t know you love me, Callie? You love me. If you didn’t, you could never give your body to me the way you have. Fuck, you wouldn’t even let me hold you in bed.”

“Honey,” she pants. “That’s not what I—”

“You belong to me and fuck, baby, I’ve been yours from the moment I first laid eyes on you. It’s past time we both start looking forward and not back.”

“Reed—”

My name breaks off into one long, delicious whine that falls from her lips as I pinch her nipples.

I turn her around. I can’t let her push me away—not now. We’ve come too far.

I hold the side of her neck, feeling her pulse beneath my touch. I’ve spent so much time without her that touching her like this is instinct. It’s like I have to reassure myself that she’s really here.

“I love you, Callie. I can’t leave again. I need you to breathe, Bluebird. Don’t tell me to leave again—”

She stops me by putting her fingers against my lips. “I meant we can’t have sex, Reed.”

“Why not?” I complain. If she truly doesn’t want me, I’d back off. I really would. Still, she wants me right now. You’d have to be blind not to see how bad her body is craving release—release only I can give her.

I slide my hand from her neck and move downward, my eyes never leaving hers. I can see how she reacts to my touch. It all shows there on her face and laid bare for me to see. I move my hands down between her legs, my fingers moving over her clit. She bites down on her lips, hissing as her body quakes.

“Reed…”

My name comes out like a prayer. It makes me ache it’s so sweet. I bend down and nibble against the jumping pulse in her neck, still massaging her swollen clit. “I’m going to fuck you so good, baby,” I croon against her delicate throat. Jesus, I need her so bad that if I don’t hurry I’m going to come before I ever get inside of her.

“But I’m on my period,” she gasps, obviously embarrassed. I smile, but I strive to keep my laughter from her. Jesus, I have my fingers between her legs now petting her pretty pussy. Does she really think it bothers me? Callie is so innocent at times it’s hard to believe, but then she was robbed of the right to learn about her own sensuality. Hell, we both were—which is just another reason for not looking back. I wrap my hand around my cock, stroking it and waiting until her gaze is on me again before I make a move. “Woman, I’ve loved you since I was a kid who didn’t even understand what that meant. Do you really think I give a fuck about blood?”