CHAPTER 56

ALICIA

He wrote a song about me?

Holy shit! He wrote a song about me!

Mr. Jared Larsen, I don’t do relationships and I don’t do girlfriends wrote a song about me. Crazy, but true. It wasn’t a declaration of his undying love for me, but it was … something.

As soon as he’d told me it was about me, I knew I was going to listen to it over and over again to decipher every single syllable. Now that I’d heard it, I was tempted to take leave for the rest of the year, put it on as loud as the speakers in my apartment could go, and listen to it on repeat.

Also, I wanted to sit him down and demand he explain to me what it meant. Every. Single. Word.

But though he was opening up to me in a way I never would've thought him capable of, I could see in his eyes he wasn’t ready to talk to me about it. Just having him play me the song, as totally unexpected as it was, was enough for now. I wouldn’t push him about what it meant.

Yet …

I couldn’t stop myself from seeking some kind of reassurance from him that I wasn’t the only one feeling raw and confused about it, so I pressed my lips to his and welcomed the warmth his soft lips brought to my very soul.

Jared wasn’t good at talking about how he felt. I’d learned that much about him. Singing, he was better at. What he was best at, however, was showing. I think it was because his body allowed him to feel the things his brain didn’t always want to know or admit to him.

I needed him to show me now, more than ever, that I wasn’t alone in this. Brazen as the move was, I was so caught in the moment and enraptured by the sincerity and almost uncertainty in Jared’s words that I crawled onto his lap and straddled him. My arms hooked around his neck, and my hair formed a curtain around us as I lowered my mouth closer to his again and again.

Jared responded as I hoped he would. One hand knotted into my hair, bringing my head forward so his lips crashed to mine while his other hand went to my thigh, strong fingers digging into my flesh through my pants. Our tongues touched, stroked, caressed. He kissed me deeply, fiercely.

You’re at work! My brain screamed at me, but I didn’t put a stop to our kiss or to the madness of grinding against him in his lap right there in the studio. He was doing exactly what I needed from him. He was showing me what the song meant to him, what sharing it with me meant.

My body came alive under his touch, every nerve ending sparking with need until my clit was aching and I felt painfully empty inside. Rocking my hips against him, I could feel his need matching mine.

In a flash, Jared planted his hands under my ass and lifted me against him as he stood and carried me over to the couch. I was on my back with his weight pressing me into the soft pillows in no time.

He kissed me hungrily, and I gasped, sinking my fingers into his dark hair, holding him to me. I welcomed his passionate kiss, so intense that little bolts of electricity shot through me, my nipples beading as a dull throbbing started between my legs.

Jared pushed his hips forward, his hardness pressing against me. I moaned and tightened my legs around him to bring his body closer to mine. His hands fell to the edge of my sweater, and I lifted my shoulders so he would be able to get it off. My bra hit the floor next.

Covering my breasts with his hands, I whimpered as he kneaded them. He dropped his head to my nipple and sucked one into his mouth. Clutching at the hem of his shirt, I tugged at the material, and he raised his arms and then reached to grab it at the neck and pull it over his head.

My fingers found the waistband of his jeans, and after fumbling for a second with his button, I pushed them down. He kicked them to the floor, as he did the same with mine. Heat from his inked skin seeped into mine, and my hands caressed the roped muscles in his back.

Jared slipped his hand behind my head, bringing his lips down to mine again. I kissed him back, uncontrollable desire for him rising inside me. He kissed me like I was precious to him, his movements tender and slow, almost loving despite where we were and the fact anyone could walk in on us.

It was true no one came in here when the boys were here, but it was late, and I didn’t know who might be around. The more he kissed me, though, the less I cared.

This wasn’t about anyone but us. And both of us needed this right now, so very, very much.

Jared reached for his discarded jeans and had a condom out, opened and on so fast, I nearly missed it. He thrust his tongue into my mouth as he positioned his hard cock at my opening with a tattooed hand, breaking our kiss to look into my eyes.

With a roll of his hips, eyes glued to mine, he slid through my slick folds, groaning as he entered me. Heat rocketed through me as he moved, reaching for my leg to hook it over his butt.

“Yes, Jared,” I sighed, arching my back and pressing my chest to his.

He got my message and reached for my breast with one hand, the other sliding into my hair to guide our kisses as he lowered his lips back to mine. Soft moans fell from my lips as he pinched and squeezed my nipple.

Like he couldn’t get enough of me, he groaned and tightened his hold on me while his hips increased their speed as he thrust. My hips bucked in furious motion, keeping time with Jared’s. I whimpered and writhed beneath him, devouring him as surely as he was devouring me.

He moved with steady strokes that hit me exactly where I needed them, in a rhythm as perfect as that of his song. I’d never been with a musician before Jared, but there was something to be said for his ability to keep time and his dexterity. His muscles locked as he thrust into me, stroking me higher and higher until I felt my orgasm fast approaching.

“Fuck. You’re perfect, Ally. You feel so fucking perfect.” His rasped words pushed me closer as I rocked against him, angling my hips as he reached down and pressed his thumb against my clit.

“Come for me, Alicia.” His eyes begged. His thumb rubbed circles around my clit, increasing the pressure and speed until I couldn’t hold back. I clung to his shoulders as I came, riding out the blissful storm thundering through me.

. “Jared!”

Waves upon wave of intense pleasure crashed over me. My pussy gripped him, holding him there and sending him right over the edge with me. I felt him tense above me, and his hips jerked as his cock twitched deep inside me. He let out a long, low groan and called my name as he rode out his own orgasm.

Once our bodies stilled, he held me until neither of us was panting anymore, kissing me gently and sweetly as we caught our breath. He rolled over when our heartbeats slowed and pulled me flush against him on the couch. It was cramped, and we couldn’t really both fit lying side by side, but we managed.

“You have to put that on the album,” I whispered to Jared when my senses started coming back to me. I was afraid to raise my voice any louder than that, not quite believing we’d just done all that in the studio. “It’s going to be a hit.”

“I don’t know.” His hand was tangled in my hair, stroking the long waves almost absently. Eyes closed, he looked like he was about to fall asleep. “I just had to get it out. Wasn’t really for anyone but you to hear.”

“I’ve heard it, and I loved it.” I really, really did. Though it was about me, it wasn’t like I was named in the song or anything. No one would know but us.

Plus, as much I needed it recorded for selfish reasons, it really was a brilliant, beautiful song, and the fans were going to lose their shit over it. “It could be a bonus track. I could use it for promotional purposes. It would do great.”

He was quiet for so long, I had to look up at him to check if he’d fallen asleep. His eyes weren’t closed anymore. They were wide open, focused on something on the ceiling. Nodding as he tore them away from the ceiling to look at me, I saw a spark of something unfamiliar in his eyes before he agreed. “Okay. We’ll record the song for the album, but only because you want it there.”