“I’m so sorry—” I plea.
“No more looking back on our mistakes—”
“Jaden wasn’t only a mistake, but he was my weapon against you.”
Eyes widening at that statement, I know he has questions, but this time I’ll answer before he has to ask. “I needed a weapon to fight…fight the love that I was starting to feel for you.”
“You love me?”
I nod. “Anyone who’s ever said they loved me always left, and I couldn’t love you only to wait for the day you too left.”
“You love me?” He asks again.
His eyes search mine, uncertainty warring in his head. Right now, I need him to think with his heart though not his head. One by one, I see his emotions each take their turn. Disbelief. Hope. Fear makes an appearance, before his eyes soften and the corners of his mouth turn up. And, that? That’s when I know Rhett’s accepted my love.
“I loved you from the first day I think, when you wouldn’t even tell me your real name.” His eyes shine with the unshed tears that match mine. “I’d love you as Sunny as much as I love you as Skye.” Resting his forehead against mine, I know now there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep this man forever. This sweet, strong—so strong and forgiving man.
This time as we walk down the hallway to my bedroom, I know he won’t leave me with a goodnight kiss only to sleep alone.
Unlike the other times we had fallen asleep on my bed fully clothed, we undressed each other neither hiding the hunger between us.
“We’re not done talking, beautiful, not done,” he pants against my lips as I fumble with his belt buckle. “But I need to be inside of you…without an audience this time.” I can’t agree more.
Sitting on the bed, I’m eye level with the bulge behind the zipper. Belt off finally, I reach out to lower his zipper, when his hands wrap around my wrists. Looking up, I give him my full attention, well, a different part of him when he speaks. “I’ll never share you again, I can’t, and I won’t. Nobody else in our bed, on our couch, fucking anywhere. I’ll never share you again, understood?”
“Yes, I want that, too. I don’t want anyone but you. Ever again.” I mean every word.
“Another thing you need to know, Skye, is that I run the show in the bedroom. It’s not some game we’ll play from time to time.” When he lifts my chin and rubs the pad of his thumb over my lips again and again, I can feel the power in his hands. I trust it, I trust him with it. “It’s who I am and it’s how I’ll stay.” Sucking his thumb into my mouth, I swirl my tongue around it, telling him without words I’m more than okay with that.
His breathing is rapid, that vein in his neck is pumping wildly, and his nostrils are flared. I’ve never seen a sexier man than I see right now before me in my bed.
This time, when he slips inside of me, we’re alone and neither of us breaks eye contact. The frenzy that lead us to this moment has been replaced with a calm we both feel. This is making love, huh? Something I’d never done before, but now I can’t even think of not having this connection with Rhett. Our bodies move in unison and there’s no need for him to demand I say his name when that’s all that falls from my lips as my body milks his.
I hear the rain start and I smile in the dark. This will be the stormy night I think of often; it’ll be the memory that replaces the last stormy night. Just Rhett and I.
“You really love me?” I can’t help but laugh since we’d already covered this subject.
“Yes, I love you.”
“Why?”
A million little things fill my head but none sound quite right in my head but one…
“Because you’re an easy man to love, Rhett.” Thank you, Eden.
I kiss his lips and his radiant smile remains. And later when he brings me to the brink again as the sunlight starts to fill the room; Rhett’s words make my heart skip a beat.
“You’re an easy woman to love yourself, beautiful.”
I am now.
“But beautiful?”
“Mmmhmm?”
“About those shoes you wear during sex…”
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Concealed HEAT
Chapter One
“This shit stops here, Strut. It fucking stops here and right the hell now!”
“Jesus Robert, calm down—”
“Don’t you dare tell me to calm the fuck down!” Robert sighed before continuing. “You’re not only fucking with your career here, but mine too. I won’t tolerate you dragging my name through the mud because you can’t keep your shit together.”
“All right, all right, you’re right. Won’t happen again.”
“Yeah, that’s what you said the last time—the last half a dozen times.”
“I know, I know—”
“No, you don’t seem to know. I’m making some changes—”
“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! What kinda changes we talkin’ about here, Robert?”
“I’m bringing in a new PR firm and they’ve already decided that you require a PA whose job is to keep you on the straight and narrow.”
“Now, Robert, you know I don’t do straight and narrow very well.”
“That’s the point, Strut.”
“I don’t know about this—”
“Take it or leave it.”
Strut felt his whole body go tense. He never cared for idle threats and this felt a helluva lot like one. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It means you go along with the changes, the personal assistant, and the all the alterations she deems fit or…” Robert left it open ended.
“Or what?”
“Or I’m out, Strut.”
“We have a contract, Robert; you can’t do that.”
“The hell I can’t! You’ve broken that contract several times. Legally? Legally, I can walk away and you’ll be the one who breached the contract—not me.”
“You’re shitting me, right?”
“Not at all,” Robert cautioned. “I’m outta here if you don’t go along with this. I won’t let you destroy my name, Strut, I won’t.”
He wanted to tell Robert exactly where he could stick that contract, but the man was right, and Strut knew it. He’d broken that contract on numerous occasions. This whole shit storm was on him. The missed concerts, the leaked sex video, the trashed hotel room—rooms— and lastly the destroyed tour bus. It was all on him and his shitty decisions and spineless self. Fuck! He’d done it numerous times—let people who didn’t give a shit about anything but his celebrity status fuck his life up.
Yet, he could never seem to tell them no. The whole point of playing shitty dive bars and fucking cocktail waitresses along the way was to reach the rock star status he’d finally attained as Strut, the lead singer for the hard rock band Deep Bend.