Page 43 of Lost Lyrics

“I will never stop loving you. Not ever.”

“Sutt.” I cradled the back of her head and buried my fingers into her hair. “We are going to have a spectacular wedding. With our friends and family. And music. And laughter. I want to give you everything you’ve ever wanted. All I ask is for you to be mine.”

“I already am.” She untied the cord at the top of my beach shorts and ripped the Velcro open. She eased them off my legs along with my briefs. One eyebrow curved upward as she scanned my straining cock. “And this is mine.” She wrapped her hand around my hard dick, stroked it up and down, then dragged her thumb over the tip.

“Hmmm.” I hummed, pulsing into her touch. I pulled her dress over her head and tossed it aside, then ripped off her panties and bra. Snaking my hand around her hip, I guided her back onto the bed. As I hovered over her, kissed her, and licked the tips of her gorgeous tits, I took in every inch of her gorgeous body. There was nothing more beautiful than this woman before me. Her smile lit my world. Her touch grounded me. She owned me, heart and soul.

I’d been in love twice before, but neither of those times came close to how deep, satisfied, and complete Sutton made me feel. She was the calm to my storm. The light to my darkness. The fire to my ice. She’d brought me back to life and made my heart beat again. For her.

There were days when my grief overwhelmed me. Days I didn’t know how I would face the hours ahead. But every time I heard her voice, saw her smile, touched her hand, and kissed her lips, every wrong in my world righted.

She’d seen me at rock bottom. Helped me find music. Loved me and my friends with all our faults and flaws. I’d fallen in love with her time and time again. I couldn’t wait to marry her.

As I nestled between her legs and braced my forearmsbeside her head, my heart pounded in time with hers. Life had tested us, dragged us through hell, and we’d survived. We were troubled souls who’d healed each other. She’d saved my life. I was indebted to her for this lifetime and every one after that.

She wrapped her long legs around me and drew my hips against hers. She brushed her fingertips down my cheek and whispered, “Together forever, okay?”

“Yeah, Sutt. Forever.”

My lips found hers. With a flick of my tongue, I tasted and teased and explored her sweet mouth. She was the only drug I’d ever need. Burying myself inside her, I thrusted, rocked, and plunged slowly into her hot depths. Each drive made me harder. Hotter. Hungrier for her. She clenched around me and rocked her hips in time with mine. My breath snagged, hissing through my teeth. As I drove my hard cock into her pussy, a low groan rumbled deep inside my throat. “Fuck , I love you. I can’t wait to marry you. I can’t wait to call you my wife.”

Tears welled in her eyes as the biggest smile curled across her lips. “Then we better find somewhere to sayI do.”

“On it. In the morning. But right now, it’s time to practice making you come...at least twice.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

“Nothing . . . absolutely nothing.”

Grinning, I withdrew, kissed my way down her body and headed between her legs.

First one, coming up.

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In the morning, I made a call to Andy. After his initial shock that I’d contacted him—and he’d thrown a few rude comments and dirty jokes my way—I’d gotten down to business. His house was available. He’d love us to have our wedding at his place in return for some publicity.Done.We could check out his home atany time. One of his new artists, Cheri Rose, was staying there until mid-April while she recorded an album and performed some gigs on the West Coast. The place was ours after that.Yes!Sutton and I could keep our early May wedding date.Perfect!

We had a deal.

One task ticked off the wedding plan list.

One happy fiancée.

One less stress.

I prayed that was the last drama for us before the wedding...but somehow, I doubted it.

Chapter 12

COLE

I clutched onto a handful of the bedding, placed my other hand on Ava’s head...and slowly pulsed my hips in time with her divine, delectable rhythm. Waking up with Ava’s lips wrapped around my cock was the way I wanted to see every Sunday morning in.

No . . . make that every day.

I’d wanted Ava to move in with me for months. I hadn’t looked at another woman since I’d met her. She was it. How could she not want this? To be together every day. We were good. This was good.

Fuuuuck!

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