Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“Yours,” I managed to say as he pressed his blunt nails into my skin.
“Yes, you are,” Carson growled before pounding into me.
Fire flared through my entire body as we moved together, his hips thrusting up as I slammed down. I ran my fingers up the back of his neck, our foreheads meeting. Tingles of pleasure started to spread throughout my entire body, and I knew that I wouldn’t last much longer. He helped me ride him so perfectly, our bodies grating and grinding.
“So close… Carson… please,” I breathed out as my eyes fluttered shut.
Carson wrapped his arm around my back and anchored me against his chest, thrusting into me harder and deeper and faster. He knew exactly what I needed, and he gave it to me, holding me right where he wanted me.
“Let me hear you when you come, baby. Scream for me,” he ordered.
All I could do was cry out as my orgasm took hold of me. I trembled in his grasp, seizing with bliss as he finished with a breathless grunt. My thighs burned and ached from the exertion, but every sensation simmered down into a comforting glow of warmth.
“Woah…” I murmured as I rested my chin on his shoulder, feeling his firm grasp turn into a gentler embrace.
Carson chuckled as he swept my hair to the side, allowing himself the space to rub my back. He breathed in deeply to settle himself.
“Yeah. Woah,” he agreed.
I closed my eyes and let him caress me, my heart pounding heavily. It felt so good being in his arms. Like it felt good laughing with the guys. Talking with them. I couldn’t remember ever having such a good time in my hometown before, and it was all because of them.
But how would I feel when the song was finished? What in the world would happen then?
Chapter 11
Delilah
I did everything in my power to focus on the song. It wasn’t that I wanted to get it over with as soon as possible, but being in the studio with the guys and putting our all into one piece of art was cathartic in a way.
I didn’t feel confused when I was making music. In fact, I felt more inspired than ever before because I had a talented, passionate band working with me.
They made Chalice Falls feel bigger, more promising. They were the music scene here, the start of something incredible, and I saw it in how people stopped them in stores or on the street to ask about the next show or the next song that would be released. People cared, and people knew about me here.
Where was all of this support for music when I was a young, dream-driven girl here?
But it didn’t really matter now because my life was in New York now. My label. My apartment.
The thought of going back, of leaving what I created here behind, weighed on my chest like a sack of bricks. No more late nights in the studio. No more group breakfast dates. No more watching the guys tease each other over wrong notes or lyrics.
It would just be me and my lingering desire for them. I wouldn’t have the chance to watch Wyatt masterfully piece together all the recorded parts with a determined look on his face as I sat next to him. Amos and I wouldn’t get to huddle together with tea and work on lyrics together. Jesse and I wouldn’t ever work on ranch chores together under the glow of the rising sun, our laughter echoing throughout the field. Carson and I wouldn’t joke and connect over our experiences with fame. And Ryder and I wouldn’t be able to patch up the rift between us.
We would become an unfinished story, and I feared that we were coming up on the ending.
Since everyone decided to take a break from the studio today, I isolated myself on the front porch to think, enjoying the light breeze and peaceful atmosphere that I couldn’t get in New York. The city was so loud and crazy, but it was nice a change from this place at the time. Now, I reveled in the slower pace, able to actually think without distractions.
Until one showed up.
Amos drove up to the ranch house in a black Polaris side-by-side, old rock tunes sounding from installed speakers. He parked in front of the porch with a casual grin on his face.
“Hey there,” he quipped.
Uh oh.
I smiled as I got off the porch, approaching the driver’s side.
“Nice ride,” I said as I drifted my fingertips along the side of the sleek roof.
“Wanna see for yourself? There’s a really nice trail we can hit. Catch the sunset,” Amos offered.
Amos and me. Alone. When we were younger, I didn’t have any feelings for him because I was so hooked on Ryder, but he had grown into himself. He was so different now, but he was also one of the most mature guys in the band. Maybe I could trust myself not to do anything rash around him.