Falling into You (Falling Stars 3)

Tomorrow, Violet, Daisy, and I would be leaving for Savannah, Georgia where Carolina George would be recording out at the Stone Industries studio on Tybee Island. We’d be spending the summer at the mansion they used to house their artists.

Our house built right here on this same property while we were gone.

We’d been lying low for the last six months.

Giving Violet time to grieve.

To be there for her father.

For Lily to adjust.

For Lester’s trial to come and pass.

The threat gone.

Put to rest.

Emily had given birth four weeks ago, and it was time to get back to work.

But we were doing it on our terms.

The entire band and their families would be staying at that house on the island, and we were treating it like an extended summer vacation.

Leif and his wife, Mia, and their kids.

Emily and Royce and my gorgeous baby niece, Amelia.

Of course, Maggie would be coming along, too.

Not to mention Rhys, the crazy bastard.

A Riot of Roses was scheduled to record in the middle of our session, since Royce was going to be there, anyway.

It was gonna be wild.

Promised chaos.

Was still a little reticent to rip Violet and myself from this peace. The hedge of healing we’d been surrounded by for so many months.

We’d been so far removed from the glitz and the limelight, the roads and the shows and the life I still desperately wanted but worried would still be a shock.

“More than ready,” she said, assuaging the lingering fear of what that hunger had cost. “I can’t wait to see you in your element. To see you shine. Superstar.” She mouthed the last.

My heart trembled.

“Things are about to change for us in a big, big way. Once that album comes out, all bets are off.”

“And that’s exactly what you all deserve. Where Carolina George has been headed all along.”

“Never wanted to get there unless I could take you with me,” I admitted as I crawled over her and pushed her back onto the bed.

That energy surged.

A flash of heat.

A seal of perfection.

“Then let’s fly there together,” Violet whispered.

I straddled her, both of my knees on the bed as I peeled up her tank.

She lifted her hands and helped me to free it, a sigh leaving her sweet, sweet mouth.

I hissed when I tossed it to the floor.

Girl laid out.

Those tits peaked and pebbled.

Shivers raced her flesh. So soft and right.

“Stunning,” I said.

She scooted up until she was in the middle of the bed, and my hand was going out to splay across that miraculous little swell. The evidence of our son just beginning to show.

“Still can’t believe it,” I murmured, words so low as they rumbled into her childhood room.

I’d thought I’d been sentenced to desolation.

A lifetime of solitary confinement.

And somehow, I’d been given this.

I gazed down at her, and Violet lifted her hand and set it on my cheek, those eyes shouting so many things.

Awe.

Love.

Life.

“I’m so happy. I never knew I could feel a joy like this.”

“You are the meaning of it.”

She yelped, then giggled when I suddenly whipped her around until she was straddling me.

The girl made quick work of my jeans, and I edged up so she could pull them free.

Two of us like this.

Constantly tied.

Connected.

This insatiable need consuming us with a perfect-sort of greed.

A flawless give and take.

She pushed up to standing on her bed, and she wiggled out of her panties, and I nearly died right there.

Miles of lean legs.

Girl magic where she stood over me.

Carved of glass.

Fragile and fierce.

My fairy girl.

“Ride me, baby.” I sent her a smirk.

She grinned as she climbed back down to straddle me and took me in a swift stroke that stole our breaths.

Her hands flew out to balance herself on my abdomen, my muscles flexing and bunching and firing.

I reached up and wound a hand in her lush hair as she worked her spell on me. “I love you, Violet.”

Thunderbolt eyes gazed down at me.

“My wife. My moonflower in the darkest night. You will always be the song of soul.”

“My husband. My sun that ushers in the day. You will always be the beat of my heart.”

And our spirits sang together. Our bodies one. Our love abounding.

Breath to breath.

Soul to soul.

Where she fell into my darkness, and where I would forever stand in her moonlight.THE END