Lunar is off at her meeting. Effa and I are sitting in my room trying to nail down some lyrics for our collaboration but everything is coming out so dark, and I’m becoming more than a little frustrated. As I scribble down another useless set of lyrics, I throw down the pencil grabbing the piece of paper and scrunching it up into a tight ball, hurtling it with all my might across the room with a groan.

“This isn’t working!” I breathe out and Effa sighs.

She stands up reaching down grabbing my arms pulling me up with her and faces me, forcing me look down at her. For a little thing she’s quite strong.

“Hey, writing isn’t easy. It has to come from the heart, and right now your heart is full of anger and hurt. You need to let that go before you can move on.”

Furrowing my brows, I tilt my head. “Are you talking about the song or in life?”

“Both! Harboring resentment and anger only makes you feel bad. It does nothing to the person you’re resentful toward besides letting them win.”

“She didn’t want to hurt me, she did care, she just loved Chad more. I can’t blame her for that. But I can’t stop the way I feel… the betrayal, the hurt, the not feeling good enough.” My eyes open slightly in shock that I blurted all that out to basically a complete stranger. I haven’t even told this stuff to Lunar, and here I am telling Effa that I feel like a failure because of Ella fucking Slade.

Effa steps closer to me, pressing her open palms to my chest. It calms me instantly in some weird kind of way. She looks into my eyes, her kind orbs staring back into mine and she smiles.

“You are good enough, Danger. Don’t ever think you’re not. Just because one girl didn’t see the wonder in you doesn’t mean a better woman won’t. You just have to see what’s right in front of you, the people that surround you. You are loved, Danger, and it’s in that strength you must live. Not in the pain of the past.”

Raising my eyebrows, I smirk. “Wow! For a little pixie, you really are quite insightful.” It makes me think of Lunar and how much I really care about her. I care about her too much, I think that’s why my brain is so fucked right now. As much as this started out as Lunar just being someone to fuck for me, now I want her more than I should. But ghosts of relationships past are haunting me, and fucking with my head.

Plus, the fact of the matter is Lunar is an Aussie, I am American, and this is an issue. But I can’t change the fact I feel something for her. I care about her more than I want to. This is so fucked!

“I also have positive healing energy flowing through my hands into your chest right now.” She smiles at me as I look at her palms splayed out on my chest like an idiot and I smile.

“Well, thanks… I think.”

She nods and leans down to pick up her guitar. “Now sing from your heart.” She sits back down and starts to strum.

 

LUNAR

 

I’ve been so busy all day in meetings for the foundation. The discussions with my advisors didn’t go as planned. They told me the donations for the charities aren’t coming in as fast as we had envisioned. So we need a boost. We’re thinking one of the galas will need to be brought forward and made into a charity auction to raise the funds for the school project we had in mind. I’m stressed, and I haven’t heard from Danger all day, which I guess is good, because it means he’s been busy creating lyrical magic with Effa.

As I open the door to the hotel room the air is filled with a strange scent. It smells kind of like juniper or jasmine, something I’m not sure of. Maybe incense? Furrowing my brows at the soothing sounds of the ocean as I slowly walk into the room, this is not what I expected to be hearing—at all. I make my way into the main room to see Effa and Danger both sitting in the middle of the floor, cross-legged facing each other. Their eyes are closed and palm to palm in a kind of meditation pose thing. I don’t say anything, instead just stare at them in silence as a wave crashes on the shore over the sound system and seagulls bark faintly making me purse my lips in confusion.

Glancing around the room, it’s littered with screwed up paper shells and empty cans of energy drinks are sprawled sporadically across the floor.

What the hell is going on in here, and what the hell have they been doing all day?

I sit on the edge of the bed trying not to interrupt the zen flow of their… whatever the fuck is going on right now.

“Welcome, Lunar. Would you like to join us? Make a serenity circle?” Effa asks out of nowhere.

I clear my throat and shake my head even though they both have their eyes still closed. “Nope, you two are good.”

“Deep cleansing breath in,” Effa says, and they both take a deep breath making me chew on my bottom lip to stop myself from smirking. “And out…” They breathe out. “Well done, Danger. I’m proud of the progress you made today.”

Looking around the room, I can’t see much progress apart from definite paper wastage. So I’m not sure what planet Effa’s on right now.

“Thanks Effa, you helped to clear my head… a lot.”

She places her hand on his chest and nods. “And your heart.”

He smiles. “Yes, that too.”

Jolting my head back, I chew on the inside of my cheek as a wave of jealousy washes over me watching Effa touch Danger that way. Sure, it’s not intimate, but it’s not exactly friend zone either and it’s put me offside.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Remember—”

“Be the good you want in yourself,” they both say in unison.

I feel like I’ve walked into a self-help clinic. This is certainly not the Danger I know.

Effa stands up turning off the ocean sounds emanating from her cell, grabs her guitar and walks toward the door. While I sit here trying to hold my tongue, Danger stands up gathering the crumpled mess of paper balls.

A stale silence filters through the air as the door closes leaving me with this new Danger and I can’t help myself. “So… you’re a hippy now?” I jab.

He turns his head to face me and frowns. “I am nothing like them.”

“Like who?”

“Like my parents!”

Tilting my head, I raise an eyebrow. “Okay, so why are we having spiritual circles and shit?”

“I knew you wouldn’t understand,” he states.

Standing up, I step closer to him. “Hey, I’m trying to. Talk to me.”

Running his hand through his hair, he exhales. “Effa gets it.”

“Gets what?”

“My black heart.”

Scoffing, I jolt back. “You don’t have a black heart!”

“I do! It’s dark and damaged, bruised and pained, and I don’t know how to fix it. It’s ruining my writing.”

“Then let me help you mend. I know how Ella broke you, but let me help fix you—”

“But that’s just it, Lunar, I’m not sure you can?”

I scoff. “But Effa can?”

“With her words and unique way of looking at things… yeah, maybe.”

Sinking back onto the edge of the bed, I shake my head. “Right! Well, if that’s how you see it then I guess there’s nothing more to say, right?”

He furrows his brows and steps up to me grabbing my hands. “Don’t be upset, I still need you, you’re my go-to girl. I couldn’t be on tour without you, Lunar.”

“I’m just not the one to mend your broken heart! Gee thanks… God, you’re a prick sometimes.”

He frowns. “What? Why?”

“You can talk to Effa about your broken heart, but not me? You can’t see how that’s an issue?”

He stands taller and furrows his brows. “It’s not an issue. I don’t want to talk to you about Ella. I don’t want you to see the mess she makes me.”

“But why is it okay for Effa to see that and not me? I don’t understand?”

“Because I have no chemistry with Effa, no connection. With her, it’s just friends talking. With you we’re more than friends, and I don’t want to hurt you by telling you about how fucked up I really am.”

I stand up and stare him down. “You’re supposed to trust me, Danger. If you like me, then show me by trusting me with your bad as well as your good.”

He rubs the back of his neck. “I can’t show you my bad, Lunar.”

“Why!”

“Because I can’t hurt you!”

“You won’t hurt me. I’m strong, I can handle it!”

“You can’t. You’re so beautiful and perfect, and I don’t want to fuck with your head—”

“What do you think you’re doing to me right now?”

Turning away from me, he paces the floor, his chest heaving with the tension of the moment. “Fine, I’m a mess. I can’t write a love song because all my love is for fucking Ella Slade. No matter what I do I can’t remove her from my mind. There, you happy?”

I slump my shoulders and sigh. “Happy? No. I knew you still loved her, I just didn’t know how much. I guess there really is no hope for us?”

He exhales and shakes his head. “See, this is what I didn’t want. Nate, he’s messing with our heads making it look like us is an impossibility, but if there’s one thing that’s clear in my mind right now, Lunar, it’s that you’re the one I want to wake up to every day, and that scares the living fuck out of me.”

Exhaling, I slump my body as he looks into my eyes, pleading with me to not leave. “Are you sure ‘cause we’ve been here together officially for two days since I left the club, and already things are going pear-shaped.”

He storms up to me grabbing my shoulders forcing me to look at him. “Hey, look, I know things are weird, but we have to work at this. Right now stress is bad, tensions are high, and we need to remind ourselves of how much we want each other.”

Furrowing my brows, his hand moves from my shoulder down my arm and comes across to massage my breast. A slight smile creeps across my face as his other hand moves some hair behind my ear and he caresses my face.

“I need you, Lunar.”

“I need you, too.”

He leans forward crashing his lips to mine powerfully taking what he needs. This moment between us is emotionally charged, and I have a feeling where we go from here will be the same.

His hand moves from my breast down my side to grab my ass, pulling me closer to him as his other hand caresses my face. For the first time there’s a tenderness in his caress rather than the domineering control I’m so used to from him.

Don’t get me wrong, I love his dominance, but this softer side is just as nice. Maybe spending the day with Effa has brought out his gentler side?

He moves forward backing me toward the bed. Smiling against his lips as his tongue massages mine, I move with him. The back of my knees hit the mattress, and I instinctively fall onto the bed taking him with me. We edge up the side of the bed until we’re on it fully, and his body encases mine as he rolls his hips into mine, pressing his hard cock into me completely. I moan into his mouth enjoying this new kind of intimacy between us. All we’ve done since the first time we had sex is some form of kinky fucking, but slowing things down and taking a softer approach is not only surprising me, but I really like it.

His hand skims down my side as he pulls back from me sliding in between my legs and down the bed. His hands go straight to my jeans, unbuttoning them, and he pulls them down along with my knickers. He pulls off my heels, and they drop to the floor with a slight thud as my jeans and underwear follow them to the floor.

Moving my hands to the buttons on my blouse I undo them quickly, and pull it off while he takes off his shirt and unbuttons his jeans. They all fall to the floor as I take off my bra, it follows quickly leaving us both naked and panting.

I look down at Danger’s throbbing hard cock, and I can’t wait to have him inside of me, but I know he has other plans first. He kneels down at the end of the bed, grabbing my ankles and pulls me to him. I giggle as my head falls back on the bed. His fingers trail up the insides of my thighs as he wrenches them open a little more forcefully like I’m used to. I chew on my bottom lip loving the painful torture of his fingers tickling and teasing as they slide up my skin.

His head lowers down and suddenly metal is pressed against my clit. I jolt and inhale sharply as he circles his tongue ring on my clit. Swallowing hard, it sends a tingle straight through my core and I pant at the erotic feeling and he’s hardly doing anything. His fingers work higher, tickling and grazing my skin as he circles my clit firmer, adding more pressure.

He’s teasing me but I need to feel him, so I arch my pussy into his mouth further and he chuckles slightly as his fingers finally reach their destination then he slides his finger up and down my slickening folds. His touch is like heaven as he continues his assault with his tongue, and he eases his finger inside of me.

Moaning out in pleasure, I writhe against the bed. My fingers clenching onto the sheets so tight my knuckles must be turning white from the pressure. He starts to finger fuck me deeper, grazing my walls and hitting just the right spot as his tongue flicks out now working its magic on my clit. Circling and flicking. He’s a master of all trades and this is certainly one of his best skills.

My body flushes with a fine mist of sweat as his free hand comes up and splays out onto my abdomen. He presses down, holding me to the bed, stopping me from writhing and it’s almost painful to not be able to move. I know this is his way of inserting dominance into this action and fucking hell does my body love it.

My hand moves into his hair and I grip onto it tight, tugging slightly and forcing his face into my pussy further. He groans against my clit making the vibration resonate against my skin and I moan in response. His fingers continue to fuck me as his mouth leaves my clit leaving me bereft, but his fingers keep working their magic pushing me higher and higher. My body wracks with shudders as it works closer and closer to its impending explosion.

He trails hard kisses along my thigh, nipping and sucking as he goes, which only heightens the arousal. I’m so close as I try to arch my back off the bed, but his hand on my stomach forces me back down sending an ache right through my womb. I’m panting for air as he looks up at me breathless himself.

“Who owns your orgasms, Lunar?”

I’m right on the edge as my chest heaves, my pussy tingles and my muscles clench. “You… only you.”

His tongue returns quickly to my clit, flicking and circling, and it’s my undoing. Heat washes over me making every inch of my body flame with desire. My muscles all clench and spasm, then release in a wave of utter euphoria. I moan out his name as I come, coming hard against his mouth and fingers as he draws out my orgasm continuing to circle on my clit and finger fuck me. I buck against his hand while he holds me to the bed only making it last longer and longer. I pant, gasping for air, as the wave rolls through me like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

Danger is more to me than I thought. I love his rough side but his gentler side is something to behold too, even though he still has a air of dominance in there too.

He pulls his fingers from me and stands up fisting his cock, a bead of pre-cum forms on his tip as he groans stroking himself.

Fuck that’s hot!

“Roll over,” he instructs.

I turn on the bed and he moves in behind me grabbing my hips and pulls my ass up into the air so I’m on my knees and leaning on my forearms. I feel open and exposed like this, but it’s nothing I’m not used to, and with Danger I feel completely safe. His hand runs down my spine making goosebumps litter my skin. He stands behind me rubbing his cock against my ass as his hand slides up my spine and into my hair. He fists, pulling it hard so my head forces backward. I yelp slightly with delightful pain while he grinds and slides his tip up and down my wet folds.

“This tight little pussy is so fucking wet for me,” he says.

“Just for you,” I reply.

He groans moving his free hand to my hip as he slams his cock inside me unexpectedly. I jolt forward, falling down on to the bed. He withdraws slightly then pulls my hair to help me up to my elbows, the pain ripples through my scalp, but the burn is what I want. The gentle Danger from before has gone, and now my dominant man is back. I get both parts of him today, and I’m damn well not going to complain, I’m fucking loving this.

He thrusts back inside me and the pressure builds as his piercing grazes my walls making me moan out loud. He pants hard as he starts up a steady pace. He’s moving faster now and I thrust my hips in time with him to keep up. His balls slap against my clit and the feeling is amazing. His fingers on my hips dig in so hard I’m sure they will leave a mark, but I don’t even care, I like that he’s leaving his mark on me. It shows me that I am his. If that’s what this is.

There’s a fizzle through the room, a connection, even though we’re fucking there’s still an energy surging through us. It’s palpable, and it courses through the room heightening my senses. The sound of our bodies slapping together turns me on even more, the sight of my body moving up and down the bed excites me, while my head is forced to look up from him pulling my hair. The touch of him deep inside me, thrusting forcefully as my pussy wraps around him encasing him entirely is heavenly as he works me up. He owns all my senses right now as he works me higher and higher into a blissful state. He thrusts hard and deep, hissing between his teeth with each stroke. The sound is like music to my ears, to know he’s enjoying this as much as I am.

“Fuck! You feel so fucking good, Lunar,” he murmurs as he pounds into me pulling on my hair tighter.

I moan out loud pushing my pussy into him further. We work together, striving as one for climax. This is rough, this is dirty, this is us.

My skin slickens completely, dripping with sweat. The friction between us is so hot, and I know he must be feeling the heat too. My eyes clench shut as my muscles start to burn with the ache, they shudder and tense as an overwhelming tingle shoots over my prickling skin. Flashes of light shine brightly behind my tightly clenched eyes, and everything tenses as he starts to jolt. I know he’s close too, and I hope we can ride this out together.

My pussy tightens then everything explodes right as he lets go. We both scream out in satisfaction as his chest falls down onto my back while he empties inside of me with such force I can feel it. He pants into my ear and I fall onto the bed with his weight. He lies on top of me, not so heavy to squash me, but enough to make me feel needed, wanted, cherished. Surrounded by him. He runs his fingers up and down my arms as he trails light kisses down my sweaty face while I attempt to catch my breath.

“Holy shit,” he murmurs.

“I know, right?” I whisper.

He slowly pulls out of me and then joins me on the bed. Laying on his stomach, his head turns to look at me while we both breathe heavily.

“Lunar,” he simply whispers.

“Danger,” I reply.

He brings his hand out to caress my cheek as he shakes his head like he’s fighting a battle inside his head.

What that battle is, I’m not sure.

But right now, I’m too spent to care.