Violet Lane (Love is Music Book 1)

by R. M. Lynn

  “Kyler,” I breathe out. “Kiss me.”

  He obliges and puts his mouth back to mine. I reach down between us, and undo his button, unzipping his pants, and dipping my hand into them. When my fingers run along his boxer covered length, he lets out a quiet groan and pushes into my hand.

  “Kyler?”

  We freeze when we hear the voice followed by a knock on the bedroom door.

  “Fuck,” Kyler mumbles and then calls, “Yeah, Mom?”

  “Did you guys have any plans for lunch?” she calls back.

  Kyler rolls his eyes, groans, but doesn’t move from his position over me. “I don’t know, Mom, but I can let you know.”

  “Okay, honey,” she returns with. “Sorry!”

  Kyler shakes his head once we hear her walk off, and he grumbles, “What a boner killer.”

  I giggle and shift so that my hands hit his jeans. Shoving them down, I run my fingers over the waistband of his boxers.

  “Maybe I can fix that,” I offer softly as I feel him harden once again.

  He pulls back to kick his jeans off and yanks my panties down as well, tossing both materials next to my sweatshirt. I go to push his boxers down, but stop when his hand pushes between my legs. My head goes back in a moan when his thumb presses into my clit. His mouth meets mine to take my moans, and my hips buck as two fingers enter me.

  “Kyler,” I cry.

  His lips brush mine as he murmurs, “Shhh, baby. Are you on anything? The pill?”

  When I nod, he kisses my jaw and neck in response. It’s not long before I get that feeling that runs from my toes up through the rest of my body. My eyes close, and instantly his hand stops, his thumb pulling away from my clit.

  “Eyes open,” he orders gruffly. “Look at me or I stop.”

  “Kyler,” I groan in frustration. “You know I’m shy.”

  “Look at me,” he repeats.

  My eyes meet his, and his hand begins to work against me once again. My legs begin to tremble all over again, and when his thumb circles over my clit in just the right way, I fall over the edge. My eyes stay locked to his up until his mouth covers mine to swallow the loud moan escaping from me. My wrists lock around his neck as he sinks in between my legs. His boxers are gone, and in one swift rock of his hips, he fills me completely. He groans into my neck before peppering kisses along my jaw.

  “Fuck, you feel good,” he growls out before kissing me. “I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve thought about this.”

  I smile through a moan as he lifts my hips up to drive deeper into me. My nails drag up his back and dig into his shoulders as his pace quickens. Shifting, he puts his thumb back to my clit as he continues to pump in and out of me. Within minutes, my legs are trembling again, and I wrap them around his waist wanting to take every inch of him. He takes my moan with a deep kiss before dipping his head into my neck and groaning out his own release. Our breaths mingle as we kiss deeply, and my limbs loosen from around him. He rolls off of me and exhales a breath. Biting my lower lip, I turn my head and look at him. A sheen of sweat runs across his forehead and chest. His hand comes up, wiping it away from his face while his other hand runs back through his hair. Turning his head, his hazel eyes meet mine.

  “Hey,” he whispers with a small grin.

  Biting back a smile, I murmur back, “Hey.”

  “Do you think my mom heard?” he asks teasingly.

  I blush fiercely and cover my face with my hands. “God, I hope not. Not exactly the thing to say right after you come inside me.”

  He shifts, turning to his side and pulling me against him, and groans out, “Don’t say things like ‘come inside me’ unless you want me to do it again.”

  I smirk and curl into him as he pulls the covers over our naked bodies. I nearly jump out of my skin when there’re several pounds on the door.

  “Just wanted to let you know I’m leaving,” we hear Dylan call to us. “Also, wanted to let you know that Noah and I heard the whole thing, and I’m going to jerk myself off to your moans later.”

  “Fucking asshole,” Kyler mutters but lets out a laugh anyway.

  “I heard that!” we hear, making us both laugh.

  We hear him walk away from the door, and I relax against Kyler once more. His lips kiss my temple as my fingers lazily dance across his stomach. I look up through my lashes at him, and he gives me a small smile.

  “What’re you thinking about?” I ask in a whisper.

  “You,” he replies just as softly. “You and me. How fucking great that was. But mostly just you.”

  I smile to myself, but it slips when my next thought comes into my mind. Instead of dwelling on it myself, I ask Kyler, “Do you think it’ll be different? What if we’re different when we get back? What if it’s not the same even tomorrow?”

  His hand runs back through my hair and rubs the back of my neck before murmuring, “Nothing is going to change, Livy. Not in a bad way, at least. The only thing that’s different is I get to hold your hand and kiss you in public. And fucking, you can’t forget about that.”

  I let out a small laugh and swat him in the chest playfully. “I’m being serious.”

  He chuckles and says, “So am I. I swear. Nothing will be different between us. You’re my best friend.”

  Tears hit the back of my eyes, and I snuggle deeper into him so he doesn’t notice. His arms tighten around me until our bare chests touch. He kisses me deeply, and I feel him harden once more against my thigh.

  “Again?” I whisper with a grin.

  He shifts us, pulling me on top of him as he lays on his back. His hands run up my sides and cups my breasts before running back down to my hips.

  “Yeah, but you’re riding me this time.”

  I happily oblige.

  ◆◆◆

  Chapter Ten

  Kyler

  “This song reminds me of you,” I murmur to Alivia with a smirk. “You know, because of the puking.”

  I’m strumming the cords of my guitar, playing James Arthur’s Say You Won’t Let Go as we lounge on my bed. She’s wearing my t-shirt and nothing more as I sit cross legged in a pair of basketball shorts.

  “You’re the worst,” Alivia laughs out and swats my chest. “Will you ever let me live that down?”

  “Never,” I reply with a chuckle, recalling the night we met. “You were so cute, all drunk and naïve. Then, I was stuck as your babysitter.”

  She crosses her arms over her chest and says, “Nobody forced you to stick around.”

  I tug a piece of her hair playfully and croon, “No, but I’m glad I did. What’d you think when you figured out we were neighbors?”

  “I was mortified, and you know this,” she giggles and runs a hand through her hair. “You literally watched me puke all over and make a complete idiot of myself the night before. Plus, I thought you were hot, so of course, I was embarrassed.”

  “I thought you were hot, too.”

  “That’s all you’re focusing on, huh?”

  I grin and lean in to press a quick kiss to her lips. I can’t stop kissing her, touching her. I wanted her to be sure, to make the first move, but seeing her in the snow, her cheeks red and a smile on her face, I couldn’t help myself any longer. I needed to kiss her. I had to. Thank God, she wanted me to.

  “Finish the song,” she orders me gently. “I like hearing you sing.”

  I give her another smile and begin to strum the guitar once more. We’ve been hauled up in my room all day, watching movies, chatting, and she’s been listening to me play the guitar for at least the past hour. The only time we left the room was for the bathroom and when I went downstairs to grab a couple of bottled waters and a bag of chips. Now, the sun has just dipped down behind the horizon, the snow still glowing up the darkness around it.

  “So,” I begin once I finish the song. “You leave tomorrow?”

  She nods solemnly and murmurs, “Yeah, I told my Dad I’d be back on Sunday. My mom has been blowing up my phone sinc
e I left.”

  “It’ll suck,” I mumble. “Not having you here anymore.”

  She leans up to run her lips over mine. “I’ll see you again in less than two weeks. It’ll be just fine.”

  “If you say so,”

  “I’m excited to go back and be with you there,” she adds.

  “Me, too, babe,” I tell her with a smile and put my guitar on the side of the bed. “Now come here.”

  She crawls over the bed until she’s wrapped in my arms. My mouth goes to her neck, and I pull her down so our heads hit the pillows.

  “Pick out another movie,” I murmur.

  “Any specific genre?”

  “No, whatever is fine. I just want to hold you before you leave in the morning.”

  She kisses me, her hands going to either side of my face, and my heart beats faster. When she pulls away, she gets up and heads to the closet to pick a movie. Once it’s set up and playing on the TV screen, she crawls back under the covers and into my arms. I could lay like this forever if she’d let me.

  ◆◆◆

  The next morning, after eating breakfast with my family, Alivia and I pack up her things, and I help her carry her bag out to her car. As soon as I toss it into the backseat and close the door, Alivia pushes into my arms, her head hitting my chest. One arm wraps around her shoulders while my other hand moves up into her hair. I press a kiss to the crown of her head, and when she lifts her face up to mine, my lips meet hers.

  “It’s less than two weeks,” she says, sounding like she’s trying to convince herself more than me.

  “It’ll be fine,” I assure her when I spot tears forming in her eyes. “Don’t get upset. I can’t let you drive if you’re upset.”

  She ducks her head and mutters, “I’m fine. It’s okay.”

  “Livy, we lasted months without this,” I murmur and stroke her hair. “We can do it again for twelve days. Okay?”

  Her eyes meet mine again, and she gives me a small smile and a nod. I walk her over to the driver’s side and open her door for her. I kiss her again, watch her climb into the seat, buckle up, and start the car. I close the door and give her a smile through her window. She returns one and gives me a small wave before pulling out of the driveway. I wait on the snow-covered driveway until I can’t see the back of her car any longer. I head inside with a long exhale. Heading upstairs, I knock on Noah’s door before entering.

  “What’s up?” Noah mumbles as he sits on his bed with his laptop out and headphones around his neck.

  “Nothing much,” I reply and sit down on his futon. “Have you talked to Dylan today?”

  He shakes his head and says, “No, but he probably isn’t even up yet.” When I’m quiet for a minute or so, he eyes me and laughs out, “Are you just going to pretend like I didn’t hear you fucking her all damn night?”

  I run a hand through my hair and grin. “I mean, I wasn’t going to bring it up, no.”

  “Sounded like you had a good time,” he goads.

  I toss one of the throw pillows my mom insisted on putting all over our bedrooms at him and watch it bounce off of his arm. He laughs at me with a shake of his head.

  “So, you’re together or just fucking?” Noah asks once he sobers.

  I shrug and run my hands back through my hair, leaning forward, my elbows hitting my knees. “I don’t know. It’s more than just fucking, though. We didn’t exactly discuss labels or anything.”

  “But you want that?” he questions. “To date her?”

  I shrug again and mutter, “Yeah, I think so. I mean, I know I do, but I know she’s worried about our friendship.”

  “Well, I’m glad you got the girl.”

  I give a short nod. I’m glad, too. She’s everything that I didn’t even know I wanted. My feelings for her grew quickly and unexpectedly, but they were there in full force. I only hoped she felt just as strongly, and we’d be able to make a relationship work.

  ◆◆◆

  A little under two weeks later, and I’m standing in front of the apartment complex with Dylan. Noah’s car is parked next to my Jeep, and he starts pulling luggage and a laundry basket out of his trunk. I gave Dylan a ride back, as I do every break, and Noah rode alone. I begin to unpack the Jeep while Dylan stretches his arms above his head.

  “This is the semester, boys,” he announces to us. “We’ll be discovered before we graduate. I’ll bet my hands on it.”

  I raise an eyebrow at him and chuckle. “You sure you want to make a bet like that?”

  “Guys, I’ve been doing a shit ton of work over break,” Dylan explains.

  “Really? You working?” Noah jokes as he hefts out his music equipment from his backseat.

  Dylan rolls his eyes and snaps, “I’m serious. I’ve worked my ass off to promote us all over social media. Our following is growing, my friends. Just remember who to thank when record labels come knocking on your door.”

  “We appreciate the work you’ve done,” I tell him seriously and pull my guitar bag from the trunk. “We just don’t want to get our hopes up, alright?”

  “I get it, man, but I’m telling you, this is our time,” he insists.

  “Just grab your shit and c’mon,” Noah snaps as he heads toward the stairs.

  I smirk at Noah’s assertiveness and follow him up with my things. Dylan huffs and trails behind us. Once we’re inside our apartment, I head to my room to drop my things off. Even from inside my bedroom, I can hear the familiar voices calling out into the apartment.

  “Knock, knock, it’s your neighbors,” I can hear Mackenzie call out.

  “Hey, come in,” I hear Noah say in response.

  I stalk out of my room, lean against the doorway, and grin when I see Alivia. She’s dressed in a tight long-sleeved t-shirt and slightly ripped, black skinny jeans. Her hair is down in loose curls, and she’s not wearing her glasses. When she sees me, she matches my grin. I gesture with a nod of my head for her to come to me. She bites her bottom lip and does just that. My arms slip around her shoulders while hers go around my waist. We spoke every day through text or Facetime, but being able to actually touch her finally eased the constant ache in my chest.

  “Hey, neighbor,” I murmur and press a kiss to the side of her head. “Miss me?”

  “So much,” she whispers and buries her face in my chest.

  “You know, I knew this was happening,” Mackenzie says from across the living room, “but seeing this happen in real life is a bit mind-blowing.”

  I chuckle when I see the blush creep over Alivia’s face. Hugging her to me again, I begin to move her into my room.

  “Don’t interrupt,” I call the others. “We’re going to be busy catching up.”

  “Gross!” Mackenzie shouts as I shut the door behind us.

  As soon as the door clicks, I grab Alivia’s face in my hands and press my lips to hers. She grips my shirt in her hands when my tongue bypasses her lips and sweeps over hers.

  “We can’t have sex with them out there,” she murmurs as she pulls away.

  “Who said anything about that?” I ask with a smirk.

  She rolls her eyes. “You know you implied it.”

  “Maybe I just want everyone to know you’re mine.”

  “Am I?”

  I shrug and look over her face, and I ask, “I don’t know… Are you? Do you want to be?”

  She bites her bottom lip and whispers, “Like your girlfriend?”

  “If that’s what you want,” I reply and run a hand through my hair. “I want you to be, but if you’d rather go slow, we can do that, too.”

  “I want to be,” she assures me quickly. “I’d really like that honestly.”

  “Okay then,” I murmur with a smile. “So, glad that’s settled.”

  I lift her up and walk us over to the bed, laying her down gently and crawl over her body. I kiss up her neck and along her jaw until she squirms. I kiss her lips, and love when she kisses me back hungrily. Her hands slip around my waist and up my sides und
erneath my t-shirt. When her fingers slip into the waistband of my jeans, I instinctively dip my hips in between her legs, pressing my hardened cock to her.

  “So, about not having sex when they’re out there?” she whispers with a coy smile. “I’ve changed my mind.”

  “Thank fuck,” I groan out. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

  Later that evening, I finally let Alivia leave the confines of my room so she can get her things ready for classes tomorrow. I’m pulling on a pair of sweatpants when Dylan barges into my room unannounced and uninvited.

  “Fuck, dude,” I snap just as I pull my pants up. “If you wanted to take a look at my dick, all you had to do was ask.”

  “Fuck off,” he retorts. “Is this going to be a problem?”

  “What the hell are you talking about?” I ask as I sit on the edge of my bed and watch him pace across my room back and forth.

  He throws his arms up, exasperated. “This thing you have going on with Liv. Is it going to be a problem?”

  “No?” I reply, confused. “Why would it be a problem? A problem for who?”

  “For the band,” he bites back. “It is going to be a problem for the band? I don’t want you to lose focus. You were a fucking mess when you guys were in that fight, and you weren’t even together. Now that you’re dating, what’s going to happen when you fight?”

  “I don’t fucking know, Dylan,” I snap and shake my head at him. “I can’t tell you the future. And for the record, it isn’t your business.”

  “Of course, it’s my business!” he shouts. “The band is all I have, Kyler. All I have. I can’t fucking let you risk it all for me for some girl.”

  “She isn’t some girl,” I reply lowly. “She’s your friend, too, you know. The band is everything to me just like you. I wouldn’t jeopardize it over some fight with my girlfriend, alright?”

  He runs a hand back through his hair, finally stops pacing, and mutters, “I just want to make sure.”