This version is even better.
She ends her set with that, the sound of screaming fans nearly bursting my eardrums.
In the past, I’d sneak off to her greenroom during her last song and wait for her in private.
But not tonight.
Tonight, I stand and cheer with her adoring fans, proud of the woman I get to call my wife, and everything she’s done to get to this point.
Proud of the battles she faces day in and day out, without even the slightest hint of struggle.
Proud ofher.
Chapter forty-one
Olive
Idon’tknowwhatcame over me.
One minute I was deflecting—running away when he told me he cared about me—and the next, I practically confessed my love for him on stage in front of thousands of people.
In front ofhim.
All because I was on the brink of an orgasm, caught in a sex-filled haze that I’m still trapped inside of.
Locked in so deep, I can’t tell if my mind is foggy because of my MS, or because it’s struggling to comprehend, toacceptthe fact that I might feel the same way he does.
That I might feel even more than he does.
And the most shocking part is…I’m not scared at all.
The truth is, Avery Jones feels like my missing piece. He came into my life when I needed him the most, when I was so surrounded by love yet never felt so lonely, when I was on the verge of accepting a life alone.
Until him, I’d never wanted to open myself up for this kind of feeling. Never wanted to give myself to somebody so freely, so wholly. Now that I think about it, I realize it’s because everybody I’d crossed paths with in the past was meant to be just a flicker in time.
Nobody else could weather the storm of my life the way I know Avery could.
And I plan on telling him all of it—I just need the right moment to present itself.
Right now, both of us completely naked in Avery’s hotel room—with me on my knees before him—just doesn’t seem like the right time.
"Fuckme," he says with a groan so deep, so guttural, you’d think the earth was shattering before our eyes.
We went back to his hotel room the second my set finished because I needed him. I needed to finish what we started forty minutes before. I needed to remind myself of what it felt like to have him inside me. I was desperate for it. We wasted no time getting back here and ripped each other’s clothes off the minute the door locked behind us.
I nod, his cock buried deep in my throat, taking him as far as I can before my gag reflex wins out. I blink away the water in my eyes, but his chuckle brings a smile to my lips. "That’s my girl." He grips the back of my head. "I like the sound of you choking on me, Olive."
I slowly glide him out of my mouth, licking the tip before dragging my tongue down the sides of his length. He whimpers at the feeling, his body shuddering like he’s on the verge of tipping over the edge.
"You better not come yet, Avery. I want you to fuck me the way you promised me you would." I look up at him, and his gaze sharpens, heat pulsing behind those blue eyes like I just gave him permission to lose control.
"I have no willpower to stop you, Olive. Not right now. So if you want to be fucked, take my cock out of your mouth and sit on it."
I pull back, drinking him in, swallowing the taste of him. "Can we do both?"
He shakes his head.
Getting to my feet, I straddle his thick, toned thighs, hovering my dripping pussy just above his length.
