The Rocker's Muse

“You feel better than I ever imagined,” he hissed. “I’m already addicted. I’m not gonna be able to stop fucking you.”

“I hope you never do.”

A grunt escaped him with every movement in and out. The heat of our naked bodies molding together felt amazing. Any guilt I might have had was far superseded by the feeling that this man was made for me. And I was made for him. Yes, we’d met under the most salacious of circumstances, but it didn’t change the fact that he completed me.

As I pulled his hair, I almost told him I loved him at least a dozen times, but I held back. Still, this was so much more than sex; I loved this man with all my heart and soul.

“You’re so freaking tight,” he breathed, “even with me stretching the hell out of your beautiful pussy.” He tugged my earlobe with his teeth as he pumped harder. “I can’t hold back anymore. Can I come inside you?”

“Please.” I squeezed his ass.

With that, Tristan gave a guttural growl that echoed through the bedroom as he released his load. I tightened around him, receiving every drop of his hot cum. It was the most amazing feeling. Within seconds, I let myself go as well, releasing the climax that had been building. My vision blurred as every nerve ending in my body rejoiced with the ecstasy of my orgasm.

After he pulled out, he lay behind me, wrapping one hand around my side and placing the other between my legs. “I love feeling my cum drip out of you.”

“Me, too,” I panted.

He spoke into my ear. “Baby, you totally own me. I hope you know that. I don’t want to do anything else for the rest of my life but this.”

I turned to face him. “I’m good with that.”

“Yeah?” He brushed a piece of hair off my forehead. “You mean that? Because I have a tendency to take things literally when I’m excited.”

“Tristan, before you, I’d hardly been excited about anything. When you’re around, I look forward to every day. You make me so happy.”

“I think what you’re trying to say is that…you love me?” He flashed a crooked smile.

Do I ever. “Well, how presumptuous of you. How do you know it’s love?” I teased.

“If you look forward to every day now, that mirrors how I feel about you. And I happen to know for a fact that I love you, Emily Applewood. I’ve loved you from the moment you brought me wart remover. I think that was it for me.”

“I love you so freaking much, Tristan.” I kissed him long and hard. “What does this mean for us?”

“It means you’re either coming to L.A. with me or I’m moving to Shady Hills, because I want you in my house, in my bed, and on my face.”

CHAPTER 36

TRISTAN

My morning wood was off the charts. You’d think I’d be tired after last night, but all I wanted to do was bury myself inside of her again. Over and over.

Maybe I should’ve felt guilty, but for the first time in a long time, I didn’t. I hoped that was a sign that wherever Jacob was, he didn’t hate me for loving Emily.

He’d said in his journal that he wanted her to meet someone who made her happy. I knew I was that person. When she was with me, she was truly happy; I could see it in her eyes.

This morning, I alternated between wanting to watch her sleep and wanting to wake her up to satisfy my incessant need. Finally, I wrapped my arms around her from behind and pressed my cock against her ass. It took a mere few seconds for it to harden to full mast.

“Is someone trying to wake me up?” she asked groggily.

“He’s very wired this morning. Sorry, I can’t control him.”

She pressed her ass into my throbbing dick.

“Keep doing that and see what you get,” I warned.

“If you say so…” She did it again, harder this time.

“Damn, woman, you’re gonna drive me insane. I may never perform again because all I want to do is stay in bed and fuck all day.”