Since we’ve been back, it’s been incredible having Emma living with me. After the drama the weekend of the wedding, she’s been incredibly shy, nervous, and even a little tentative when it comes to sex.

I want to give her space, so I’ve held her when she needed it, but it’s been killing me not being inside her. Deep, hard, and rough. Swinging my legs over the bed, I head into the kitchen with the thoughts of her writhing below me running rampant in my mind.

Those beautiful chestnut waves, those dark eyes that glaze over with lust when she’s turned on, and that body. Curves and smooth, creamy skin. Every inch of her is perfect. Sometimes I still wonder if she’s really mine.

With my mug in hand, I head into the small room which I converted into a soundproof studio. It’s been heaven-sent that I can work and not have to go to my brother’s house to do it. Setting the coffee down, I grab my brushes. They’re used to get different sounds from my drums, and I love playing around with new rhythms.

Pulling on my headphones, I start with the new song I wrote. It’s going on the new album, and Callum wants me to sing it. For the first time in our ten-year span, I am going to be singing. It’s always been my job to take the backseat, to let me brother do the talking, but he knows that this song means a lot to me.

I jump at the sudden feel of a hand on my shoulder. Spinning my stool around, I find big doe eyes peering down at me. “Baby.” Pulling off the headphones, I offer her a smile. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

“It’s okay. I woke up and you were gone.” She’s dressed in a skimpy tank top and a pair of Victoria’s Secret panties that she told me are called Cheeksters, and God, her ass looks amazing in them.

“Come sit.” I pull her onto my lap, and when she wiggles, my cock pulses. “Are you trying to get me hard, baby?”

“Maybe…” Her cheeky smile and those chocolate orbs are filled with wicked intention. Lifting her as I rise, I walk over to the sofa that I had put in here if I had Ryan or Callum over for work, and I lay her down.

“Close your eyes and don’t move.” She obeys and I glance around the room when an idea hits me like a freight train. Grabbing the guitar strap laying on the floor, I proceed in tying her hands above her head. Once it’s attached to the steel arm of the sofa, I grab my brush and kneel next to her. “Keep those pretty eyes closed.”

“Okay, but what are you—”

Her words are halted when I run the brush over her nipples. The material of the tank top is so flimsy that her buds harden into little peaks, and I can see them pushing against the cotton. The steel bristles of the brush run lightly over them again and again until she’s whimpering.

“So beautiful,” I whisper in her ear. Moving my hand lower, I run the tips of the cold steel over her stomach and down between her thighs. It’s cold, and I see her shiver as goosebumps rise on her skin. When I reach the apex of her thighs, her legs fall open instinctively, and I tease her panty-clad pussy with the brush.

“Liam, oh fuck.” Her hips rise up and her body arches.

“Do you want to feel it against your sweet lips, baby?” She nods and I drag her panties off. As they hit the floor, I find myself staring at her beautiful, bare pussy. It’s glistening with arousal already, and I can’t wait to taste her.

Bringing the bristles up her inner thighs, I alternate between left and right. An object that always creates intense beats on my drums now composes beautiful music with her body.

Her body undulates, and she’s now writhing. As soon as it comes into contact with her core, she cries out. “Liam!” She’s so fucking beautiful in the throes of ecstasy.

“Shhh, I am here, I will take care of your ache, Peach.” I lift her tank top just above her beautiful, pert breasts and tease her nipples with the brush. They pucker and harden even more, and my mouth is watering with the need to taste them.

My cock is steel, aching to be inside her. Dropping the brush that will now forever hold a special place on my shelf, I lave at her nipples. Sucking them into my mouth, one by one, tweaking and tugging them until she’s begging for release.

Planting kisses down her body until I reach her smooth mound, the scent of her arousal fills my nostrils, and I savor it. Flattening my tongue, I lap at her core. Her taste is my drug and I am addicted. I push her legs apart and glide my tongue along the slickness. Sweet, musky, and sexy. She’s perfect. I glance up and find her staring at me, her teeth raking against her bottom lip as she bites down hard.

Our gazes are locked, and I see the fire in her eyes as I suck her clit into my mouth. “Fuck, Liam. Please just fuck me?” Sliding two fingers into her, I feel her walls cinch against me, pulling me into her. In and out, so slow, so agonizing that her hips rise trying to hasten my movements.

“You want my dick inside you, baby?” She nods. “Do you want me to fuck you hard and deep, making you coat my cock with your sweet essence?” Another swift nod. “Tell me, Peach.”

“Liam, fuck me, please? Stop teasing and torturing me. Just fuck me.” That’s all I needed to hear. She’s letting go, and I’m going to be there to make her fall and when she does, I’ll be the one to catch her before she hits the ground.

Making quick work of my sweats, I fist my cock. He doesn’t need any more encouragement because I’m holding steel. Kneeling between her smooth, creamy thighs, the crown of my cock nudges her. The heat emanating from her pussy has me groaning in satisfaction as I edge my way into her.

Her body opens for me, letting me in, devouring my cock. My hips move slowly until I’m fully seated inside her. “Open those eyes. Look at me.” She does, and I find the exact emotion that I want when I look at her. Love.

“I love you, Liam Hayes.” She smiles, and I follow suit. My hips move, back and forth as I make love to her. As much as my body is screaming at me to fuck her, I can’t, I don’t, because I want to love her.

“I love you, too, Emma Quinn.” Her hips rise up and meet mine as our bodies move rhythmically in time. Our hearts beat in tune with each other, and when I look at her, I know my song is complete. She’s mine.