Page 94 of Sing Sweet Nightingale

The words are soft and smooth, flowing like cream over coffee. Rich and deep. I hear the words, but I don’t process them with my mind. Instead, I feel their meaning, feel the emotions behind them—curious longing and tender affection. They’re sincere and earnest, provoking the same emotions inside me through her song.

She bites her lip and looks up at me through her lashes when she's finished, bashful in a way that’s so at odds with her personality.

“It’s just something I’ve been working on. Something my mother and the studio didn’t approve for myaesthetic.”

Pushing myself into a sitting position, I gently grab the guitar and set it at the foot of the bed, taking care because I know how much she loves it. Gripping Lottie by the waist, I pull her to straddle my lap and press my lips to hers in a kiss that conveys the way her song made me feel.

She melts against me, and I wrap us both in the quilt to keep her warm and in the circle of my arms.

“When you’re with me, you can sing whatever you want. Whatever pops into that beautifully talented head of yours. Because every word and note is you, and I want to experience all of you. Every happy pop song and corny love ballad. Every sad requiem and unhinged jam session. They are all you and I—”

I stop myself before admitting what I truly want to; that I love every part of her. Because admitting my affections are turning into love may scare her off, they almost scare me. But they can’t because she’s my mate, and I knew all along that it would lead to this. So, I tell her as much as possible without using the L word.

“I think you’re amazing.”

She smiles against my lips and wraps her arms around my shoulders, bringing our bodies flush and making me growl at the friction against my hardening cock.

“I think you’re pretty amazing, too.” She speaks the words so quietly directly into my lips before pressing a kiss to them. Then her expression shifts, and a devious little grin spreads across her lips. “I also think your knot is pretty amazing.”

She emphasizes this with a roll of her hips pressing into my erection and swelling knot. And that’s all it takes to ignite round three.

Chapter 30 – Lottie

The morning starts with a large hand cupping my breast and a thick shaft nestled against my ass crack. There have been other mornings that I woke up after spending the night with a man or boyfriend, but none felt like this. None made my insides warm and gooey. They usually started with me calling Luna to escort my “guest” out the back door to avoid the paparazzi or me hurriedly scurrying out of bed and running out the door because I was late to something or another my mother deemed important.

Waking up happy and content without a scheduled event to run off to, being able to ignore the clock and stay right where I am, is something I’ve never had. Feeling sore and worn out in the best way, engulfed by a man I trust and only want more of, I’ve decided is the best way to start your day. Even better than a cup of Tobias’s magical coffee.

I try not to move so as not to wake Hunter. I can tell he’s still asleep by the slow, measured breaths tickling the hairs on my neck. His body is loose and comfortable behind me, even with his hand firmly in place around my right breast. We’re both still naked from our escapades last night.

Just as I’m trying to figure out how I can get my hand around Hunter’s cock without him waking up, my bladder takes the opportunity to demand I relieve it.

Peeling Hunter’s slack fingers from my boob, I almost free myself when his big arm tightens and his hand repositions, not letting me escape.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Hunter rasps in a deep voice made gravely from sleep.

I try to pry his hand away again, but this time, it doesn’t free as easily as it did before now that he’s awake and somewhat aware.

“I have to pee if you must know.”

Hunter grunts but eventually releases me so I can scurry to the bathroom to relieve my full bladder. I snag my robe from the bathroom before returning to the bedroom, where Hunter hasn’t moved an inch. It’s cold in the cabin and I turn up the central heat on the control panel in the hall.

Crawling back into bed, I find Hunter is no longer even partially asleep because he instantly wraps both arms around my waist and pulls me under him.

His lips find mine, and I don’t protest; he is an excellent kisser.

“Well, good morning to you, too,” I giggle out between kisses to my lips, face, and neck.

“Yes, it is. Why are you wearing clothing? I distinctly remember you being naked when you got out of bed.”

He tries to tug at the ties of my bathrobe, and I am unsuccessful in stopping him from opening it. As soon as my chest is exposed, his tongue flicks out to tease my nipple, hardening the peak.

I groan at the sensation that shoots straight to my core. How he manages to turn me on so quickly, and after thoroughly fucking me last night, I have no idea.

“What would you like to do today, Nightingale?” he asks between torturous licks of my nipple and feather-light kisses.

“Mmm, maybe start with coffee at the Ugly Mug. Then a late breakfast at Morning Star Café, after that . . .” my words trail off as his mouth trails south. “Stop trying to distract me.”

“But it’s so enjoyable.”

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