The Girl in the Love Song (Lost Boys #1)(115)

“Yes,” she hissed, her hands dropping to my hips to pull me tight to her. Deeper.

I bent over her, holding her hip with one hand, the other planted on the cool marble. Vi’s ecstatic cries rang out, adding to the delirium of this mindless, raw possession.

“Miller, I’m…” Her entire body tensed against mine, cutting off her words, her arms wrapping around me, her legs locked at the ankles, holding me tight to her. Her core clenched around me as her orgasm swelled.

I felt it build in her, and I wanted that too. Greedy for all of her after having gone without. I slowed my thrusting hips, pulled nearly all the way out, and then pushed back in, coaxing and drawing her orgasm to a crest. She clung to me, arms, legs, and teeth that bit down on the slope of my neck, screaming her pleasure into my skin as the wave tossed her.

My own release was crashing toward me. I gave in to it, driving inside her with a last, furious frenzy, until the knot of heat and electricity at the base of my spine exploded out and into her. I gritted my teeth, my fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises, but I didn’t want to let go.

She’s here. She’s mine.

“Yes,” she breathed, her hands in my hair. “Yes, come in me.”

My body obeyed. I came in a final, shuddering thrust, emptying myself into her before sagging against her.

For a few moments, the only sounds were the rasping of our breaths and the muffled sounds of the after-party in the green room. Slowly, Violet released me, arms and legs falling loose and heavy.

“Jesus Christ, Miller…” Violet said with a tired laugh, both of us bathed in sweat and breathing hard. “I just lived every woman in that arena’s fantasy.” Her voice softened. “Except, I get to have all of you.”

I gave a tired laugh into the crook of her neck. “Even the possessive part that would make our caveman ancestors proud.”

“I like it,” she said, pushing me back enough to kiss me and trail her finger along my jaw. “No, I love it. I love how you make love to me and how you fuck me and how I still feel safe with you no matter which. I feel how much you love me, even when you turn into a beast.” Her fingers went to the small bruises forming on her thigh.

“I never want to hurt you…” I said, alarmed.

“I want them. I want to feel marked by you. Inside and out. Because there’s no one else, Miller. There never was, and there never will be.”

Her words sunk deep into my chest, and this time, they stayed. I trusted them. And her. “I’ve wanted this for so long, Vi. Years.”

“Me too. It took us a long time to get here.”

My thumb traced her lips made swollen by my kisses. “We’re here now.”





Chapter Thirty-One





We pulled ourselves together and joined the rest of the band, a few VIP fans, and the press in the green room. I was sure everyone would know what we’d done, but the room was thick with post-show adrenaline and celebration. Miller hung around long enough to take a few photos, then we returned to our hotel room.

Dr. Brighton performed a check-up, and they went over his insulin dosages, loading the pump affixed to his abdomen to account for the exertion of the concert and the food he’d eaten post-show. The doctor gave us a stern look.

“We’ll need to account for any other ‘exertions’ you might feel inclined to partake in tonight.”

Miller shook his head. “I’m beat. And besides, Violet knows I’m saving myself until marriage.”

I snorted a laugh, and Brighton smirked. “I’ll be back first thing in the morning.”

Miller and I showered—separately, to avoid tempting exertions—and then dressed in sleep clothes, he in flannel pants and a V-neck undershirt while I wore one of his Tshirts and my shorts. We climbed into bed and became entangled. Miller sank heavily into his pillow.

“You okay?” I asked.

“The concert took it out of me. Actually, the concert wasn’t the only thing that took it out of me.”

“Ugh, terrible,” I laughed, curling into him. I reached over and took his arm to read his watch.

“How am I looking, Doc?”

“You look perfect,” I said. “You were amazing tonight. It was as if everything I love about you that you keep inside came out. That’s why they come to see you, Miller. You shine.”

He toyed with a lock of my hair and then let his hand fall heavily down. “I’m done with the tour. I’m going to cancel the rest of the dates.”

I lifted my head off his chest. “You are? And do what?”

“Be with you.”

Swift tears sprang to my eyes at the simple declaration.

He touched my cheek, smiling tiredly. “You were right, Vi. We’re done saying goodbye. But you can’t give up your school and everything you’ve worked for. We’ll get a place in Waco, and when you’re finished with the year, you can transfer to UCSC. If that’s what you want.”

“I do, but my scholarship is with Baylor.”

“Your home is in Santa Cruz. If you don’t let me handle your tuition, I’ll go fucking crazy. We’ll get a place by the ocean. Maybe I’ll write a new album, a smaller album, while you study and be brilliant.” He smiled, his eyes heavy. “We’ll take care of each other. Okay?”