If the shoe fits, I smile to myself. It feels right. It feels good. I can do this! Karma, you are a true witch! And I love you so!
When I turn back to the microphone, I look again at Aurei and our eyes lock. He stops fighting, but they keep holding him. "This is for you, Maximus Aurelius Moore. You are my heart, my hunk and my hero." Controlling my emotions allowing my feelings to flow through my vocal chords in complete control of my breath and my delivery, I give them everything I have holding the notes with perfect fluctuation.
Everyone stops moving. You can hear a pin drop.
Zita rises to her feet and looks shocked.
Bob and Augustus let Aurei go, and he walks toward me with his head held high, and his piercing gaze penetrating me to my core. I sing for him fearlessly how much I love him with the universal language of a beautiful love song.
The song is by Dolly Parton, "I Will Always Love You." And I sing to my Golden God, his family and the world, the soulful song.
Mia’s intentions were to embarrass me because unless you have real talent, normal pipes can’t handle the vocal runs and everyone knows Whitney Houston’s version. But she also wanted to publicly share her message that I should love Aurei enough to leave him. However, the joke is on her.
Not only can I sing like Whitney, I sing knowing he knows the truth. That I do love him enough to walk away from our Us if it is, what he wants. So I belt it for the world to hear too, delivering it with the level of heartbreak at the thought of parting with my true love, controlling my voice, doing the vocal runs softly, perfectly.
When Aurei arrives to the stage, he jumps up, and walks to me. His thunder hangs heavy in his eyes as I finish the song. In the silence, he says. "Angel Thang, that sounded real."
The mic picks it up and everyone hears him.
I smirk weakly and blink back tears. "Isn’t that the whole idea?"
He takes my hand, kisses my palm and my branded spot explodes, then he puts his hands on my throat and squeezes gently while his thumbs stroke the inscription plate and he lays his lips on mine, and says, "You are staying. Is that clear?" He lifts his head and looks out on his family, friends, and the press. They are all staring silently at us. "Let’s get one thing straight. I’m my own boss and I call the shots."
Zita walks up the steps and crosses to the microphone. She takes it off the stand and steps to the edge of the stage. Aurei puts his arm around my shoulder and hugs me tight. "I think it’s time for me to make the announcement you have all been waiting on." Phone’s light up to video her. "I have decided to take our company in a new direction. As you all know, the entertainment industry is a billion dollar business. To be able to invest in an opportunity that will tap into this gold mine is one I have been searching for since ’08 when the US economy began to slide. I have recently been offered such an opportunity. Maximus and I are both investing in a new show that will be based in Vegas. He will be opening an office there to oversee the operations and will be asking some of you to join him."
I look at Aurei and his eyes are crinkled. "No way!"
"Yes, way." He winks that killer wink! "Final secret!"
Zita continues. "The new venue is." She pauses for effect. "Whitney Houston, I Will Always Love You, Cirque do Soleil show and I believe we were all just privileged to have witnessed the first public performance by the star, Siri Wright." She turns her smile on me and gracefully waves her arm for me to join her. I smile and leave Aurei’s loving embrace to enter hers. Together we stand as the flashes from the cameras explode. Several people on the dance floor shout questions, but she simply says. "This is not a press conference. We will not be entertaining questions at this time. Thank you for joining us tonight. Now let’s continue with the Karaoke battle. I believe the girls are firmly in the lead." She gives me a hug and whispers in my ear. "You do sing as beautifully as you dance, who knew?"
Aurei reaches from me, and I float back into his arms. I stare up into the face of the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on and realize all my dreams, ALL ... MY ... DREAMS, are coming true and he’s the reason! We won’t be apart. We will be together in Vegas, my home!
He smiles at me and says, "One last song before we go. I want my family to know where I stand." He stares into my eyes and sings the sweetest words written by Casey James, "Undone." He sings about finally finding peace of mind. How he traveled the world and how his heart hurt for so many years. How he had looked long enough to know when he found me that I was the one. How being with me made his pain less. How being with me made him sleep at night. How he would never let me go. How being with me, Siri Wright, felt perfect and healing like the grace of heaven. When I’m in his arms and he whispers my name, the perfection of Us makes him come undone.
The music ends and the silence is deafening as his hands slide into my hair. His gorgeous green gaze pins me down. His magnetism turned on high, makes me quiver as he leans in. My eyes close as his musk, his heat, his electricity overwhelms my senses. His fingers touch my skin lightly as he hooks my choker. The magical static shoots through me. He whispers softly in my ear. "We have some personal business that’s left undone."
My trembling hand goes to the inscription. "Heaven equals forever us."
His thunder is there instantly and his hand firmly grabs my wrist. He practically drags me across the stage, down the steps, and along the edge of the tent to the house. I have to trot to stay up with him. His gait is truly Godlike as he walks tall and proud.
When we reach the house, he pauses to open the door and I glide through. Then hold my hand out for him and our fingers curl around each others. We hurry though the house in silence. The need to be alone under the mosaic of Heaven drives us both. At the car, he opens my door, and I get in. I watch him hurrying around the front of the Roadster. His blonde hair swaying with his strong stride. He slides in behind the wheel and doesn’t look at me. He cranks the car, puts it in reverse, then speeds back to the cabin.
I see our faces reflected against the dark window. Both hold the same mixture of desperation, determination, desire and depth. We understand that what we are about to embark on will require us to be courageous in the face of all the complicated threads that are our lives. We know that our Us will be a constant battle if we are to be together. We are two people who live extraordinary lives. Lives that are extraordinarily different. But we also know that there is no one else in the entire world, we would rather be courageous for.
He pulls up in the yard, not bothering with the garage, and we both open our own doors at the same time. Running around the front of the car, our hands cinching, we rush to the front door with only the sound of our breath and our feet. He enters the key code, and I rush past him. Racing down the hall, dropping boots, then clothes as we go. He opens the Bear door, but doesn’t bother to close it. When I turn to face him, standing in the middle of the bedroom, I smile my most beautiful smile and hold my hands out to him. He crosses the distance in three quick strides, stopping short to tower over me, but I jump and he catches me easily, chuckles as my legs wrap themselves around him, then carries me with his Godlike gait to Heaven.
This time it isn’t about sex. This time it is about union.
When he reaches the side of the bed, he puts his knee on it, and lunges us to the center. His kiss passionately finds my lips and his tongue thrusts down into my throat. I suck and devour it as if it were the only thing keeping me from drowning in an ocean. My arms lock his head down, pinning him to me as he force feeds me the very breath of love. His ferocity for us building.
When he lifts his face, I relinquish his tongue, and see that his eyes hold raw thunder now. The dangerous kind. The kind he can’t control. He reaches for the bed curtain. He doesn’t ask permission. We both know this time he will take what he wants and how he wants it, with fiery passion, demanding and commanding. As he binds my hands, he states, "You are mine." Then his mouth mauls my cheek, my ear, my neck, as he nuzzles trying not to lose control, but failing. "You are staying with me."
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More mauling. More nuzzling. Humming.
"Always."
His mouth moves down my neck to my shoulder and he places little nibbles, then full mouth sucking as if he truly wants to devour me. His pure passion touches that wild thing inside me and she roars wanting him badly! "I can’t live without you. I won’t live without you. I will never let you go!" His mouth finds my breasts and his mauling turns into sweet gentle kisses. He whispers, "Siri, I need you."
I want to cry out with happiness, because I understand his need. He is a warrior and he needs to conquer. He is an alpha male and he needs to dominate. He is soldier and he needs to be my hero. He is Maximus Aurelius Moore and he needs to be my everything. I lay silent letting him.
He nips my breasts, going from one to the other, then he plays with them, licking and sucking. I try not to arch my back, but I can’t help it. He is driving me wild and he wants too. He needs my Wild Thang like I need his thunder. "I will always love only you."
He squeezes my tits together and he flicks both the tips.
I throw my face sideways to my arm trying to maintain control of myself.
"I’m going to tame you tonight, Wild Thang." His mauling begins again as he travels down the side of my waist while his hand continues to massage my tit and tease my nipple. Goosebumps pop out everywhere. With his free hand, he twist and twirls, pinches and pulls, my hair, my ear, my skin, my nipples, my nose, making me crinkle it and smile. His mouth covers mine and wipes the smile away. Controlling and competent, he dominates every part of me, driving my consciousness to the place deep inside where my wildness lives. His mouth begins to maul down between my breasts. The sucking sensation combined with his heavy breathing makes me moan. I want him so bad!
When his mouth nibbles that small amount of extra weight, the soft flesh that most women carry around the navel, I almost come undone, and my diva-ness gushes with the love he is showing me. His hands hook my hips and stretch me. My arms are pulled so tight, they pin my face to look only up at Heaven. He straddles my legs and pins them closed.
I’m held prisoner to his love and he gives me all his love. His hands run over my body. His nimble fingers stroke, rub, massage, tease, pinch and pull until my skin is singing her own song. Then his mouth tastes and tortures every inch.
When he finishes with the front side, he flips me over and starts the same process. Mauling my back, my waist, my ass, then my toes, and feet, up the inside of my legs, back to my ass.
When he flips me back over, he crawls up so his face is inches from mine. I see the dark desire there and my wildness leaps to join it. I force my arms apart far enough that I can push my head out to reach his bottom lip. I suck it in my mouth and threaten to bite him.
His growl is deep and I stop, loving the fear of him. He whispers, "Cielo è uguale." Then he mounts me with catlike quickness. I see his thunderous intensity as he bores down on me. He yanks my legs apart then his golden rod roughly slams me to the bed, taking what he wants without asking because he wants it. My moans are loud and long as his need to pound my sweetness, to own me, to tame me and finally reveal his claim of me, makes him dangerous, and delicious. He pushes past his coherent consciousness, drilling me over and over, again and again, losing himself completely to his lust and love for me. "Cielo è uguale," he grunts as he thrusts and pumps.
I draw my legs up and put my heels on his hips. Each time he thrusts and he hits bottom, my hips roll up for him. I strain, grunting too, knowing our timing is perfect.
"Heaven equals," he explodes, "Marry ... me." With each spirt, he rams me into Heaven. "UH! UH! UH! UH!"
My heart explodes with his words as I explode too shouting. "YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!"
His love quaking brings us both through the clouds of fog and into the clear, open, honest, light of true love.
Spent and happy, he collapses on me and I hold him tight. We are both slippery from sweat. I stroke his head and massage his temples. He moans then I hear his breath as he inhales and his lips start to kiss. They are buried in the nape of my neck and I feel them moving in that delicious nibble, and sucking way, he so successfully uses to seduce me. Then he is moving his whole body again with the beautiful motion of lust and love. Passionately abandoning ourselves to each other, we move into our forever.
I realize moments like this are what makes life meaningful. No amount of success can match this feeling. It’s the absolutely best feeling in the world! I tell him as our body fluids mingle and we slide against each other in our sweat as we exert ourselves again, "I have never been so happy in my entire life!"
His eyes find mine, and I stare into my Golden God’s gorgeous green gaze with his pools of peace and his thunder rumbling behind them for me. He whispers as he strains, "I told you Heaven will be so much more."
"Umm. Heaven is being Mrs. Moore," I respond.
He stops moving as he absorbs hearing it spoken for the first time, then his eyes intensify to that frightening level that both excites and scares the shit out of me. I shudder with the raw love I see looking back at me. His hands move to my neck and he begins to squeeze. As soon as my blood begins to thump against his hand, he begins to pound me. Hammering over and over again with his thrusts, I see his thunder building inside then it bursts through and he fills me again.
"I don’t want to wait. I want you to be bound to me ASAP."
He collapses on me again and I hold him tenderly. When his breathing is normal, I roll him over and mount him. His dick is semi-soft inside me. I begin to move and I feel it responding. His eyes open and his laser vision hones in on me.
"When we get to Vegas." I orgasm in short quick strokes. "We’ll do it. I don’t want to wait either."
The rest of the night we spend dozing and making love. When the first rays of the sun breaks the horizon, we are exhausted, but happy.
I stare up at Heaven and say, "So you really did propose to me when you gave me the choker?"
"Yes." He rolls over to look directly into my eyes. "But now I am going to actually ask you." He kisses my forehead, then rolls off the bed. He pats the edge and scoot to it. He takes a knee and says, so sweetly, "Siri Wright, will you marry me?"
"Yes, My Golden God, I will."
Then he stands, pushes me back onto the bed, and kisses me in a slow, deep, methodical and thorough way, completing the moment perfectly.
But when he pulls away, he is all business again and says, "Get your shower while I pack. We’re heading back to the good ole US of A."
"Yes, sir. I’ve got one last show to do."
He looks at me confused.
"Steve and Gaby’s bachelor party." I tell him.
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When I began my writing career in 2014, I wrote strictly erotic romance. Since I'm from LA, Lower Alabama, The Deep South, I chose to use a pen name, Jessika Klide. But with success comes acceptance and I’ve had success, so I’ve come out of the proverbial pen name closet and now write under my real name, Cindee Bartholomew, too.
In 1981, I married my high school sweetheart and have been married to him longer than I have lived without him. He is not only my soulmate but my best friend and what I have learned about love is that not all relationships are a st
ruggle. When you find the right one, it is easy and fun!
My Siri's Saga Romance series is about true love and is full of steamy moments. Each book covers the different phases of a relationship. First, you look for love, whether or not you realize this point. Second, you find love and when it's the right one, you know it. Third, you fall head over heels for them. Fourth, you learn how to give them what they need. Fifth, you enjoy being in a state of loving acceptance. Sixth, you live in a loving mindset of happily ever after.
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