Surviving (Surrender 2)

ecures them under him and continues to kiss while pulling my shorts down. I’m completely naked under him and he moves so no part of his body is touching me.

“This is torture to me. I want inside you so badly, but I also want this to last a while. I think I’ll start from the bottom and move up.”

He starts kissing up my legs, alternating between each side until he reaches my aching core. I’m so wet, I can feel myself. He spreads my legs apart and kisses me from my clit to my ass before he finally licks me. I gasp at the contact. The silk secures my wrists, and all I want is to touch him.

He takes his time kissing each swollen lip and nipping on me before he plunges his tongue and licks me from the inside out. I scream and realize how much more intense this is not being able to see him or know his next move. I buck my hips up, shoving myself to his mouth and start panting his name. He moves one finger to flick my clit, and I lose myself into him. I actively push myself into his face and enjoy the feel of his tongue making love to me. His facial scruff is rough against my sensitive skin, but at the same time it’s so sensual I moan. He squeezes my ass and as if he knows how close I am, pushes two fingers into me. I shoot off like a rocket crying his name over and over again as the orgasm flows through me. I start to shake when he pulls back. I hear his shorts hit the floor, and he’s on top of me in a second.

Before I can protest it’s too much, he pushes inside and kisses me without restraint. I taste myself and all I want is to wrap around him. He must feel the same because he pulls on the ties and my arms are free. I drag my nails up his back. He groans into my mouth and sits us both up, so I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. He hits so deep I moan. I lean my head back and let him take my nipples into his mouth one by one. I’m still grinding on him, but the pace is slower. I rotate my hips trying to reposition but instead he hits my g spot, and it causes me to scream.

He grabs my hips and picks up the pace, slamming into me several times before I yell again and feel him release in me. We stay still for several minutes with our sweaty bodies holding each other. I don’t realize he’s removed the blindfold because black spots fill my vision.

“You’re fucking incredible.” He whispers in my ear.

I’m too sated to move. I hug him harder hoping he knows the feeling is mutual.

I’m not sure how long passes, but he lays us back down and moves me so I’m cushioned to him.

“I love you, Sparkle.”

“I love you too.”

We fall asleep against each other, holding as tight as we can until sometime in the night he puts us under the covers.

Chapter 14

Surviving

Declan

I’m nervous. I’m not sure why, but I am. Even with all the talk in the car, I can’t concentrate on any of the conversations. The guys in the band met at my house so we could ride to MJ Labels together. Jay will meet us there.

Blake and Nate question Raven about the details of her trip, but Cooper is as quiet as I am. We’ve been working towards this for years and this is the first time we gave anyone complete creative control over the sound of our music. I’m not sure what to expect, but I know that as a group we’re ready for whatever comes next.

Jay’s waiting by his car when we pull up, and I notice Raven stiffen. I go to her side before we approach him and take her hand. She gives me a sweet smile, and I realize how much it means to me she is here.

“Hey guys, ready for this?” he greets us.

“Yeah, I can honestly say, we’re really fucking ready for this.” Cooper answers for the group.

“Raven, nice to see you. Thank you for coming.”

“Hello, Jay, I’m only here because Declan wouldn’t take no for an answer.” She gives him a small grin.

“No, Rave, we all wouldn’t take no for an answer. We gave him the job of convincing you, but we all want you here.” Blake tells her.

She blushes and I pull her closer to kiss her forehead. She smells so good, and I wish like hell she didn’t have to go anywhere this afternoon because I want her back in my bed as soon as we leave here.

MJ’s offices are impressive for a small label. There are award-winning record plaques lining the walls in the modern reception area. The receptionist is a pretty middle-aged woman who is fielding calls as quickly as they come in. She motions to us that she’ll be right with us with a warm smile. I don’t recognize her but she looks at me as if she knows me.

When she hangs up the phone, Raven steps away from me and practically runs to her.

“Mrs. Jacobs!”

“Raven Hayes, what are you doing here dear? I haven’t seen you in ages.”

The two women embrace in a tight hug and carry on without acknowledging anyone else in the room. After several minutes of rapid conversation, Raven turns around and introduces us all. Apparently Mrs. Jacobs is Mike’s mom and is helping him until he can replace his receptionist. She also knew Raven growing up.

Mike comes around the corner to greet us.