My Song For You (Pushing Limits Book 2)

by Stina Lindenblatt

  The tip of his tongue traced the outer edge of my ear, and I groaned. It had been three years—three very long years—since I’d last had sex. The closest thing to sex that I’d enjoyed during that time was the erotic romance novels my friends in San Francisco had introduced me to. And let me tell you now, they weren’t all that satisfying. It was like showing a delicious cake, complete with mounds of whipped cream and chocolate, to someone on a diet, and telling her she couldn’t have any. Not even a bite.

  Jared’s lips trailed a hot path along my jaw, then gently pressed against my mouth. He pulled back slightly and tenderly grabbed my lower lip between his teeth.

  I moaned and parted my lips, begging for his tongue to invade my mouth. Understanding my silent pleas, he stroked his tongue against mine. Warmth spread through my body, aiming for the spot between my legs that had threatened a lifelong strike if a man didn’t touch me there soon.

  I threaded my fingers into his hair, keeping him close. I knew what I desired, but what about Jared? Sure, guys loved sex, but if we went there, it would only further complicate our situation.

  Or would it?

  Jared had wanted to see if we could make things work when it came to our relationship with Logan, and he wanted to see where that might take us. Did that include sex?

  “Do you know the last time I fucked someone?” I blurted out. Really smooth, Callie.

  Jared blinked. “Excuse me?”

  “Three years. Not that I’m counting or anything.” Because I was. “I mean, I should’ve been able to,” I rambled on, like a train that hadn’t been maintained in God knows how long. If I didn’t stop now, I’d be facing a train wreck instead of great sex. “It wasn’t like Logan could have heard anything.” I giggled nervously. And because this train wreck wasn’t happening fast enough, I had to add, “Do you have any condoms with you?”

  He took a step back, possibly ready to make a break for it. “Wait a second. What are you talking about?”

  “Sex.”

  “Yeah, I got that. But why?”

  “Because I want sex.” While I could still get it. “It’s been a while and I figured you’d want it too, now that we’re seeing where things go between us.” Wasn’t that part of the package deal? I really should have checked the fine print.

  “Hey, what’s really going on, Callie?”

  Idiot. The word impaled me like a two-by-four caught up in a tornado-strength wind. Suddenly the gray carpet in front of my feet was the most fascinating item in the room.

  Too bad Jared didn’t agree with me. He hooked his finger under my chin and forced me to look at him. “I didn’t come into your room because I want to have sex with you.”

  “You don’t want to have sex with me?” Someone hit me with that two-by-four, please.

  “That’s not what I said.”

  “So you do want to have sex with me?”

  “I didn’t say that either.”

  “Right.” I started for the doorway.

  Jared blocked my escape. “Trust me, Callie, there’s nothing I want more than to be inside you, but are you sure that’s what you want?”

  “Definitely,” I whispered, the image of Jared being inside me doing weird things to my voice.

  Jared cupped my cheek with his hand and leaned in to kiss me. It had only been a few minutes, but I missed those soft sexy lips. The scent that was all man, all Jared, snuggled up to me. I wanted him. I wanted him now.

  His hand left my cheek and trailed down my throat to my breast, hidden under my bra and T-shirt. His thumb brushed against my nipple. I sucked in a sharp breath. The thumb then teased said nipple into a hard peak, straining against the cotton of my bra.

  My entire body went on high alert, hoping this was the real thing and not a drill. I didn’t know what I would do if he changed his mind. Possibly knee him in the nuts. That sounded fair.

  “And yes, I do have a condom with me,” Jared said against my mouth.

  “Good,” I whispered back.

  “Maybe we should remove your pictures from the bed first.”

  “That might be a good idea.” I quickly gathered them up, my hands shaking, and placed the stack on my desk.

  From behind me, Jared wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against him. His hardening length pressed into the curve of my lower back. “Are you nervous?” He tenderly kissed my neck.

  I shook my head. “It’s just been a while.” And there might’ve been a place, deep down, where I realized this was a mistake. I was falling in love with Jared, but he wasn’t in the same place as me. For him this was just sex.

  I removed my T-shirt. It landed somewhere by my feet. I reached behind me to unhook my bra.

  “What are you doing?” Jared asked.

  “Er, removing my clothes? Unless you want to have sex with them on.” Maybe he didn’t want to see my body naked. I didn’t exactly have a supermodel body like his ex-girlfriend. My body came with extra padding.

  I crossed my arms in front of me. I’d never been self-conscious about my body until now. Before becoming Logan’s mom, I’d run daily. My body had been toned and, according to my ex, incredibly sexy. Now the only exercise I got was walking to and from the diner (if you didn’t count the running around I did at work).

  Jared unfolded my arms. “No, I want to see you naked.” He then murmured against my ear, “But I want to be the one to get you naked.” His hand skimmed up my arm and I shivered in anticipation.

  The white cotton fabric against my girls loosened, and a second later my bra joined my T-shirt on the floor. My heart hammered a frantic beat in my rib cage, eager to get this party started.

  Before I had a chance to take my turn in our stripping game and remove Jared’s T-shirt, he took my nipple into his mouth. He alternated between sucking it and flicking it with his tongue. I moaned, this time louder than before.

  Jared chuckled against my breast, and my knees came close to buckling under me at the delicious sensation.

  He stood up, a satisfied smirk on his face. I grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and yanked him back toward me. He lips met mine again.

  While he kissed me senseless, I inched his T-shirt up his hard abs and chest. Although Jared had never been into team sports growing up, other than tossing the ball around with his buddies, he had definitely been busy when it came to keeping in shape. With my lips against his, I couldn’t tell how many packs he had on that stomach of his, but it was definitely up there in number.

  “You’ve been working out?” I managed to say, my breath ragged.

  “It’s great for relieving stress,” he murmured.

  “So is sex.”

  “I know, but I tend to avoid the groupie thing. Which means I have to find another way to relieve the stress. So I run, and when I can, I hit the gym and lift weights.”

  His words repeated in my head as I searched for some hidden message I missed the first time. “Are you telling me you don’t have sex with groupies?”

  “No, but I am telling you I don’t do it all that often. Groupies can cause nothing but trouble if you screw the wrong one.” I couldn’t tell if he knew this from experience, and I had a feeling I didn’t want to know. Especially not now.

  There was only one thing I was interested in doing, and he was standing in front of me.

  I drew the edge of Jared’s T-shirt up his body. A moment later, it joined the party of clothes on the floor. As did our jeans. Our underwear were the last items remaining on our bodies, and it was tough to miss the hard length straining against the black fabric of Jared’s boxer briefs.

  A shy smile crept onto my face. “Does this mean you want to have sex with me?” I glanced meaningfully at his cock.

  He grunted, then his mouth was on mine again, the only answer I needed.

  He walked me backward until the mattress pressed against the back of my legs. I sat down hard. His mouth still attached to mine, Jared kneeled onto the bed and guided me until I lay back, my legs dangling over the side. He remov
ed his briefs, exposing his oh-my-goodness thick length, then pressed his cock against my core and rocked against me.

  You know how when you watch fireworks and the first few are breathtaking, but they’re just the warm-up to the main event? Well, even those fireworks are pretty damn fine.

  I moaned. “Oh God, I want you inside me so badly.”

  He smiled, his eyes dark. It wasn’t his usual smile, the one that set my heart off in a happy dance. It was a hungry smile that had an entirely different effect on my heart. My breathing picked up to a near pant.

  He didn’t say anything. He just moved off me and hooked his fingers under the waistband of my white cotton panties. With the same hungry grin he peeled them slowly down my legs, his fingers burning a path in their wake.

  He dropped them somewhere on the floor and nudged my thighs wide apart. “Relax, Callie.”

  Easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one exposed and vulnerable in so many different ways.

  Guiding my legs, he bent my knees and shifted his position so his head was between my legs. His tongue reached out and repeatedly flicked my clit, taking it closer to its happy place. I fisted the sheet with both hands.

  Jared continued tormenting me in all kinds of delicious ways, alternating between sucking and licking. I bucked and wiggled against his talented tongue, even with his hands on my hips. That girl in the diner a week and a half ago had been right, even if she hadn’t realized just how right she was.

  “You taste amazing, Callie. I could spend the whole night just feasting on you.”

  Usually when the hero in erotic romances said this, I would giggle because it sounded so corny in the book. I was wrong. Hearing Jared say this to me took erotic to a whole new level. I craved to do all kinds of things to him. Hot things. Things I’d only read about in my favorite books.

  Things I had never attempted with my ex.

  Jared slipped a finger inside me. His mouth left my clit, which was on the verge of singing hallelujah, and another finger plunged inside.

  “You’re so fucking hot and wet,” he groaned. His skilled fingers alternated between scissoring and thrusting inside me.

  “Jared,” I moaned. “I’m gonna come any second.”

  He chuckled. “That’s the general idea.”

  “I want you inside me. Now.” I couldn’t have made my voice any more pleading if I’d tried.

  “We have plenty of time for that.”

  That’s what he thinks . . . I didn’t have a chance to finish that thought. An orgasm to rival all orgasms rocketed my body.

  “Oh God, Jared,” I screamed out. Now that was a first. I’d never been considered a screamer before.

  The orgasm hit me so hard—thanks to the incredibly long drought between the last time I’d had sex and now—that it took me a long moment to regain my senses.

  My eyes closed, I was vaguely aware of Jared climbing off the bed. A second later, the mattress dipped again under his weight.

  I opened my eyes to discover that not only was Jared now naked, but his cock was jutting out, proud and eager. He ripped open a square foil package and rolled on the condom. Then he positioned himself between my legs and slowly pushed his tip inside me.

  “God, Callie, you’re so tight,” he groaned, and pushed deeper into me. Even though I’d just witnessed a fireworks show to surpass all others, my body was more than happy for an encore.

  I wrapped my legs around his hips, seating him further into me. I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began; I only knew that it felt good. Better than good.

  We rocked against each other, moaning and panting with each stroke of his cock. My body clenched around his wide length, and I called out his name combined with a groan.

  The last waves of euphoria had just washed through me when Jared came. Between his guttural sound and my cries as I came, I was thankful Logan couldn’t hear us. I wasn’t so sure, though, if my neighbors were as lucky.

  Jared left the bed and disposed of the condom, then looked back at me, uncertainty sitting square on his shoulders.

  The moment of euphoria I had enjoyed became a distant memory. Shit, he was already regretting what could’ve easily been described as the best thing to have happened to me in a while.

  27

  Jared

  I’d been fantasizing about sinking my cock inside of Callie since the day I first bumped into her at the grocery store. But fantasy was nothing like reality.

  Not even close.

  Only now that we had finally fucked, what did that mean?

  We weren’t in love. We were seeing where things were going between us, before I went back on tour again. Before I returned to the emptiness that had become my life on the road—even with four bandmates to keep me from being alone.

  I disposed of the condom in the trash can and returned to the bed. Callie was lying on her side, bent elbow propping up her head, teeth tugging on her lower lip. The sheet was wrapped around her breasts, low enough to reveal her cleavage. My tongue and hands itched to rip the sheet off her body and explore her again.

  I sat next to her and stroked her naked arm. “You all right?”

  She nodded, and I gently kissed her. With the groupies I had screwed, I couldn’t get away fast enough afterward. Not that they cared. They had gotten what they were after and were ready to move on. A few were looking for something more, but that didn’t matter in the end. Even with Tiffany, I’d never felt the urge to hang around for long after we fucked.

  Not so with Callie.

  I climbed under the sheets and we quickly became a tangle of limbs, her head on my shoulder. It felt good. Great, even. Like her body had been designed for this, with me.

  Her fingers traced across my chest. “How come you don’t have any tattoos? Aren’t rock stars supposed to have tattoos?”

  “I’m not exactly a rock star. I’m a musician who plays rock music.”

  She smiled in the way that had always warmed me. I used to pretend that only I was the recipient of it. That I was somehow special.

  “You are a rock star.” She brushed her lips against mine. “You’re my rock star.” Her words were soft yet determined. My heart swelled at hearing them.

  This time when our lips met, the passion between us almost consumed me. Letting her go was no longer an option.

  But as the moment became more heated, our tongues sliding against each other in their own seductive dance, she pulled back. “You didn’t answer my question.”

  “Which question was that?”

  “Why don’t you have any tattoos? The other guys in the band have them, right?”

  Some more than others. “Do you have any?” I countered.

  She nodded. “Just one. I got it when I moved to San Francisco, during my first week there.”

  I scanned the perfect, unmarked skin not hidden by the sheet. I never figured Callie to be the type to get a tattoo, but it shouldn’t have surprised me. She was an artist, and the body was just another type of canvas. “Show me.”

  She rolled onto her stomach. The sheet shifted, revealing six small musical notes floating around her lower back, near her right hip. They were beautiful, like the woman whose body they graced. I traced my finger over them.

  “That’s how much I believed in you and your music,” she said.

  Speechless, I could only stare at the tattoo. She had done that . . . for me?

  Damn if that didn’t almost do me in—in a good way.

  I pressed my lips against the musical notes and breathed in her lightly scented skin. Then I continued kissing her, moving up her back to her shoulder. “I haven’t gotten one because I believe you should only get a design that means something to you and will always mean something to you.”

  “I agree,” she whispered before her lips found mine again.

  Our kisses grew hungrier, more intense. That wasn’t the only thing to grow. My cock hardened, already missing Callie’s tight heat wrapped around it.

  Callie shifted from under me and nudge
d me onto my back. She straddled my legs and leaned over, teasing my nipples with her silky copper hair. Damn, that was hot. Then she took my nipple into her hot, pretty mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue against it. My cock responded, imagining how it would feel with her perfect lips wrapped around it.

  She rocked her wet, swollen pussy against the shaft of my cock. “Oh, God,” I groaned.

  She chuckled. “Wow, that was fast.”

  “For you, babe, always.” It wasn’t a line. It was me realizing how much I’d missed her all these past years, despite our four-year age difference. How much I cared for her—now even more than back then.

  She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and caressed the swollen head, spreading pre-cum. “Please tell me you have another condom with you.”

  “In my wallet.”

  She grabbed my wallet from the night table and handed it to me. I removed the remaining foil square from it and tore open the package.

  “I can do it.” She took the condom from me and carefully unrolled it down my hard length.

  Which became even harder at her touch. I swear, if it took any longer before I was buried deep inside her, I’d die from a sudden case of blue balls.

  Callie repositioned her body so my cock pressed against her entrance, and slowly lowered herself. A cross between a hiss and a groan escaped my throat. Fuck, she felt amazing.

  She leaned back, seating me even further inside her. Her full tits offered themselves for my pleasure. I palmed one. God’s gift—for me.

  Or so I would’ve liked to believe. I quickly pushed away the thought of someone else sampling Callie while I was on the road. We hadn’t made any promises to each other, and although I had no doubt I would remain faithful to her while touring, I couldn’t expect Callie to wait for me. A year was a very long time.

  I pinched her pebbled nipple and was rewarded with an erotic moan. At the sound, my cock grew yet harder inside her.