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Authors: Lynne Connolly
stroking her, as if dancing to an invisible tune,
each step measured and perfectly in time, until she thought she’d burst, but
she still didn’t come. She’d always found coming with a man inside her more
difficult, but now, when he was hitting her so precisely, she felt the climax
build, steadily and inevitably.
With a sharp cry of “Donovan!” she arched her back and came,
her pussy clenching his cock in a convulsive action she could no more control
than she could the rising of the sun.
He pulsed, then throbbed, and she watched as he came apart
in her arms, giving himself to her as thoroughly as she’d just given herself to
him.
Chapter Four
Lying over her, he chuckled, his breath uneven. He didn’t
explain why but pulled away and, after tucking her under the covers, went to
the bathroom. He was gone barely ten seconds. She knew, because she counted.
Just time to rid himself of the condom, flush and rinse his hands. Ten seconds
too long.
Coming back to her, he dragged back the covers and joined
her under them. Immediately, she curled into his arms. Nothing had ever felt so
right before, and she wondered what was happening here.
“Now we talk,” he said, but he sounded relaxed—happy, even.
“Where do we start?”
“Honesty seems a good place.” He cinched her closer, then
loosened his hold.
She rested her head on his shoulder and gazed up into his
face. “What, no holds barred?”
He smiled. “When Murder City Ravens started we promised each
other that whatever else we did, we’d stay honest. So far it’s worked for us.
Not many heart-to-hearts, we’re not really into that, but we have enough rows
in the studio.”
“Is that how you produce such amazing music?”
He laughed, sharp and hard. “Partly. The ability to say
something is shit and be listened to is a huge asset. We listen to each other
and sometimes to our manager. No one else. I want that between us.”
She nodded. “I’m sorry you heard that conversation today. I
swear I didn’t know anything about it and I think Nancy is just fishing. She’s
my boss, so I can’t tell her to fuck off, but believe me, I’d never—”
He touched his finger to her lips, hushing her. “I believe
you. I thought it over again. So you knew who I was, so what?” He smiled, the
creases around his mouth deepening.
“I did, I do. I love your music, but you didn’t want anybody
to recognize you. Sure, I went with you at first because of who you are, but
somewhere during the evening that changed.” She couldn’t say any more. He
either believed her or he didn’t.
He smiled. “Glad to hear it.” He kissed her and she returned
it, happy they had this chance to sort things out. When they separated, he’d
lost the relaxed expression, his face grave. “Then I lost it and wrecked
everything. I should’ve waited and listened to you. I guess I’m sensitive, not
used to this kind of fame. Notoriety. Whatever. It doesn’t work well for me so
I was on edge from the start.” He paused. “I’m sorry, so sorry for what I did
this morning. But I couldn’t stop.”
Honesty , she reminded herself. “I didn’t want you
to.”
He went up on one elbow, staring down at her face. “Say that
again.”
She swallowed. “I didn’t want you to stop. When you told me
to go down on my knees, something happened. It turned me on. Then all the talk
about—groupies and other things made me hot.”
“About handing you around to the others?”
She lowered her gaze. “Yes.”
“Is that what you want?” He sounded hard, unfeeling, but if
he threw her out of bed now for being a slut, so be it.
Her throat tightened but she took her courage in both hands
and told him the truth. “No. Not for real. It was you talking about it.”
She let her breath go in a rush and dared to look back up at
his face. Just in time to see warmth return to his eyes. “That was the bit that
did it for me too. No way in hell do I want to share you, but the thought of
it,
each step measured and perfectly in time, until she thought she’d burst, but
she still didn’t come. She’d always found coming with a man inside her more
difficult, but now, when he was hitting her so precisely, she felt the climax
build, steadily and inevitably.
With a sharp cry of “Donovan!” she arched her back and came,
her pussy clenching his cock in a convulsive action she could no more control
than she could the rising of the sun.
He pulsed, then throbbed, and she watched as he came apart
in her arms, giving himself to her as thoroughly as she’d just given herself to
him.
Chapter Four
Lying over her, he chuckled, his breath uneven. He didn’t
explain why but pulled away and, after tucking her under the covers, went to
the bathroom. He was gone barely ten seconds. She knew, because she counted.
Just time to rid himself of the condom, flush and rinse his hands. Ten seconds
too long.
Coming back to her, he dragged back the covers and joined
her under them. Immediately, she curled into his arms. Nothing had ever felt so
right before, and she wondered what was happening here.
“Now we talk,” he said, but he sounded relaxed—happy, even.
“Where do we start?”
“Honesty seems a good place.” He cinched her closer, then
loosened his hold.
She rested her head on his shoulder and gazed up into his
face. “What, no holds barred?”
He smiled. “When Murder City Ravens started we promised each
other that whatever else we did, we’d stay honest. So far it’s worked for us.
Not many heart-to-hearts, we’re not really into that, but we have enough rows
in the studio.”
“Is that how you produce such amazing music?”
He laughed, sharp and hard. “Partly. The ability to say
something is shit and be listened to is a huge asset. We listen to each other
and sometimes to our manager. No one else. I want that between us.”
She nodded. “I’m sorry you heard that conversation today. I
swear I didn’t know anything about it and I think Nancy is just fishing. She’s
my boss, so I can’t tell her to fuck off, but believe me, I’d never—”
He touched his finger to her lips, hushing her. “I believe
you. I thought it over again. So you knew who I was, so what?” He smiled, the
creases around his mouth deepening.
“I did, I do. I love your music, but you didn’t want anybody
to recognize you. Sure, I went with you at first because of who you are, but
somewhere during the evening that changed.” She couldn’t say any more. He
either believed her or he didn’t.
He smiled. “Glad to hear it.” He kissed her and she returned
it, happy they had this chance to sort things out. When they separated, he’d
lost the relaxed expression, his face grave. “Then I lost it and wrecked
everything. I should’ve waited and listened to you. I guess I’m sensitive, not
used to this kind of fame. Notoriety. Whatever. It doesn’t work well for me so
I was on edge from the start.” He paused. “I’m sorry, so sorry for what I did
this morning. But I couldn’t stop.”
Honesty , she reminded herself. “I didn’t want you
to.”
He went up on one elbow, staring down at her face. “Say that
again.”
She swallowed. “I didn’t want you to stop. When you told me
to go down on my knees, something happened. It turned me on. Then all the talk
about—groupies and other things made me hot.”
“About handing you around to the others?”
She lowered her gaze. “Yes.”
“Is that what you want?” He sounded hard, unfeeling, but if
he threw her out of bed now for being a slut, so be it.
Her throat tightened but she took her courage in both hands
and told him the truth. “No. Not for real. It was you talking about it.”
She let her breath go in a rush and dared to look back up at
his face. Just in time to see warmth return to his eyes. “That was the bit that
did it for me too. No way in hell do I want to share you, but the thought of
it,