The Girl in the Love Song (Lost Boys 1)

“Neither can I.”

“Tell me there’s been no one else.”

“Of course, not. No one but you. Ever,” I said and swallowed. “You…?”

“No one,” he replied, his voice gruff but his eyes soft and warm. “You’re my first and my last.”

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bsp; His words and the intensity behind his eyes broke me open, erasing any lingering hesitation or doubt. Cold air swooped in as he withdrew to put on a condom from his wallet. Then he was back, beads of shower water pebbling his shoulders. He propped himself on his forearms, settling fully against me, his hands in my hair. Our eyes met in the dimness of the room’s shaded windows, unblinking. I guided him to my entrance and slid his tip over my wet heat. His body coiled and tensed, using everything he had to hold back, as he kissed me. Softly. And then slid deep inside me with one smooth motion.

Every part of me tensed at the sudden, heavy fullness, then relaxed immediately under him, letting him in completely, as deep as he could get. He sank into me and held still a moment, head bowed.

“Jesus, Vi. So good. You feel so good.”

I nuzzled his neck, kissing his ear, his jaw, and then his mouth as he raised his head and began to move in me. A few slow, deep, penetrating thrusts soon gave way to a hard, fast rhythm because it had been too long. Our bodies had been deprived, and now, we sought to make up for it.

His touch in the shower had already primed me. Our separation had my every nerve-ending clamoring for this moment. The perfect, heavy pressure of him hit that spot inside me again and again, driving me quickly to the edge.

“Miller…”

“Come, Vi,” he said, his neck corded with tension, his body gloriously masculine and hard over my swaying breasts as he drove into me. He reached back and lifted one of my legs over the crook of his elbow, spreading me wider.

I gasped at the subtle change in angle that sent me over. I grabbed at Miller’s shoulders, my nails scratching to hold on, as his body pistoned into me, pushing the orgasm higher and higher until a final cry tore out of me and I fell back, as if falling from a great height, incoherent in the pleasure that rolled through me in waves.

I let my legs fall open, reached my arms for the headboard and let him have me. Miller rose up to prop himself on his hands and thrust with abandon, driving into me again and again until at last, his orgasm gripped him, tensing in his body and then releasing into mine.

He shuddered, and a grunt escaped his locked teeth, a sound so purely masculine, it made me want him all over again. But we had time. Now, at last, we had time. No furtive weekends. No stolen hours.

Miller collapsed on top of me, wrapped himself around me, and we lay tangled that way, sweat-soaked and satiated, our hearts slowing their thundering beats together until finally, we slept.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

That night was mine and hers.

I told my team to leave us alone, and I ordered room service. I took my meds, we ate and laughed and talked, and I kept Violet in my bed all night. Naked and perfect, her black hair splayed out on the white pillow, her body smooth and pale in the glittering light of the Strip outside the window. My hands skimmed over her curves, molding her, creating her under me, after months of having only a fantasy. Erasing lonely nights spent with my hand wrapped around my cock, dragging myself toward something like relief.

Now she was here, her skin warm and silken, her arms reaching for me and pulling me into the soft heat of her, again and again.

Finally satiated in the late hour before dawn, we lay wrapped in each other, her head on my shoulder, my fingers twining lazily in her hair.

“As much as I hate to bring it up,” I said, “what are you going to do about your school?”

“I said no more goodbyes, remember? If I bail on my midterms, my tuition will be in jeopardy, but—”

“I’ll pay your tuition.”

She sighed, her bare breasts pressing against my chest with a soft rise and fall. “I don’t know, Miller. I’ve been struggling, but I was telling Shiloh that I don’t think that’s what’s hurting me. It’s making me stronger. More focused. I can handle hard work. But I wasn’t prepared for how hard it is being apart from you.”

“Neither was I. Is it asking too much for you to come with me on the tour?”

“Yes,” she said firmly. “Because there shouldn’t be any more tour, right? What does Dr. Brighton say?”

“That I need to rest more. Maybe he’s right. I don’t want to drag you around the country, Violet, and I don’t want to give you up again. But the Helping Hands executive will be at the concert in Seattle tomorrow, and she’s bringing a bunch of kids. I can’t let them down. Hell, I’m already letting them down. If I cancel tour dates, that’s less revenue for them, and for the label.”

“There will be other tours, Miller. No one will begrudge you if you need to take care of yourself.”

“I’m going to do this show. For them. One show and then we can plan our next step.”