Finally Heaven (Room 103 Book 4)

by Sidebottom, D H

  Her eyes searched my face, resting for a moment on my mouth. She reached out, stroking her thumb over my lips, a sadness dimming the bright blue of her eyes. “Daniel.”

  Taking her hand in mine, I moved her touch away from my lips. I didn’t deserve her softness yet I couldn’t help but palm her face. “Don’t Ink, not today.”

  “Why?” She was hurt that I couldn’t be honest with her and I understood that but it was truths that would ruin what we had just found.

  “Because some things are just irrelevant to our relationship. They won’t make a speck of difference whether I tell you my secrets or not.”

  “I don’t care, I want to help you.”

  I scoffed, not meaning to hurt her feelings but she flinched. “Zoe, I care too much about you to hurt you with details of my life. There’s nothing you can do to help, because there’s nothing to help me with.”

  She knew I was lying but luckily she accepted my refusal to share. “You were very drunk.” A small devious tilt of her eyebrow worried me. She was mocking me and I couldn’t help but groan.

  “And…?”

  “And,” she folded her arms across my chest and leant forward so her warm breath tickled my eyelashes causing me to blink. “And you told me one of your fantasies.”

  I stilled, my eyes widening on her. “Really?”

  “Oh yeah.” She giggled when I slid my hands up her vest, tickling her sides until I spread my fingers over her ribs and ran my thumbs across the underside of her breasts.

  “Tell me.”

  She shook her head slowly, lowering her mouth to mine. “I might surprise you one day.”

  She didn’t give me an opportunity to reply before she met my mouth with hers and slid the tip of her tongue across my lip, asking me to invite her inside. I didn’t argue, I never would where Ink was concerned. I swallowed her deep moan when I pinched her nipple with my thumb and finger, rolling the swollen flesh between my fingers. She rocked over my cock, her tiny bed shorts doing nothing to hold back her arousal and soaking my dick through my shorts.

  Her eyes held mine as she broke the kiss and slowly slid down my body, my eyes fixed to hers on her journey. I was panting by the time her face met my shorts and she traced the edge of my erection with her tongue, dampening the cotton and moulding the material even more to my hard cock.

  She looked up at me, the soft look in her eyes a complete contradiction to how she was squirming on my thighs. Running her finger along the hem of my shorts, she then pulled them down, allowing my cock to spring free.

  She moved her gaze then, her look now smouldering when she witnessed the glistening head of my cock. Her throat bobbed when she swallowed, her tongue stroking her lips when her hunger intensified.

  “You have such a beautiful cock,” she whispered, studying it like it was some sort of prize.

  “It’s even more beautiful when it’s sliding into your mouth and filling your throat.”

  I shivered as she tickled my balls with her tongue and slid the tip right up the centre until she lapped at the moisture spilling from the end. “Is this just for me?” Her question and the tone of it caused me to groan. She knew it was her answer, that I couldn’t particularly form any words right then.

  She tortured me, fucking cruelly, as she tormented every inch with her tongue, refusing to take me all inside her mouth. Yet at the same time I couldn’t look away from her idolisation, the way her eyes flickered closed with every caress of her tongue showed me she was enjoying it just as much as me.

  “You’re so greedy.” She looked up at me when I took my cock in hand and fisted her hair in my other and then guided myself between her lips as I pulled her head down, making her take me all.

  Fucking Christ. My heart rate soared when her lips actually caressed my balls. I’d always been in awe of Zoe’s ability to take me down her throat. I know I wasn’t huge, not like Bulk anyway, but I wasn’t exactly small, the just above average nine inch still a lot to tickle her tonsils with.

  She sucked hard as her tongue pressed against the underneath of my shaft and heated the swollen vein that right then was pulsing with the surge of blood. Her hand cupped my balls, her fingers rolling and squeezing whilst her mouth fucked me, her head bobbing more furiously as my grip on her hair tightened.

  The way her tight little mouth moulded around my dick felt incredible, each suck of me and each pinch of my bollocks pulling my cum further and further towards explosion.

  She felt me swell inside her mouth and her eyes came back to mine before she pulled off me and wrapped her fingers around my cock, her fist stroking as fast as her mouth had. “Come on my face, baby. I want you to own me.”

  Oh fuck. I growled at her, my gut clenching as my balls squeezed out their contents and spewed ribbons of hot cum all over her stunning face. Her little mouth opened so she could feast on everything I gave her, my spunk spraying over her eyes, her nose, her cheeks and into her mouth, her tongue poking out to catch the torrent.

  Taking her waist in my hands, I pulled her up my body until her pussy lined up with my face. I felt her hands fall onto the floor to steady herself when the rest of her body tumbled over the arm of the sofa and her knees supported her either side of my head.

  I didn’t even remove her shorts, I just pushed them aside and instantly took her swollen little clit with my lips and sucked as hard as she’d sucked me. Her hips bucked sharply but I didn’t reduce the intensity with which I ate her out. Her pussy welcomed two fingers easily, her arousal granting me both her taste and an easy slick access.

  “Daniel!” she groaned when I flicked her clit and turned my hand so I could slip my little finger into her arse. “Harder. Faster. Please.”

  I gave her what she wanted, fucking her tight ass and her hot pussy with my fingers while teasing her clit with my tongue, lips and teeth. She came with a loud moan and a cry of my name, her knees squashing my head until I was grimacing with the pressure, yet I didn’t care. Removing my fingers as her body accepted her orgasm with intense spasms I lapped at her cum, savouring her unique taste on my tongue and delighting in what we both knew belonged to me.

  My eyes widened when she lifted her long legs into the air, doing a handstand before she slowly brought them over her body in an elegant move until she was stood upright.

  “Show off!”

  She beamed at me and winked, leaning forward to kiss me. I held the back of her neck and imprisoned her, deepening the kiss and twisting my tongue around hers, sharing her climax with her, inviting her to actually experience how fucking glorious she tasted.

  “Could you get someone to take Jakob this week?”

  She frowned at me but nodded.

  “Good. We have a gig in Germany tomorrow night, flying out in the morning, back the next day so it’s just a couple of days. You’re coming with me.”

  “I’m coming with you,” she confirmed, saluting me cheekily.

  “Good girl. I’m happy you know your place and who you take your orders from.”

  She lifted an eyebrow. We both knew damn well she actually owned me but we both went along with it.

  “IS THIS IT?” He sneered at what I had just handed him.

  I grit my teeth, trying to fight the urge to cut the cunt. He smirked at me, his eyes dropping to the bruise on my cheekbone.

  “Saves me the job,” he laughed as he turned and walked away.

  “Whatever Bruce. I’m done. I’m out.”

  He spun round, the hatred in his eyes fixed on me. “You’re done when it is over.”

  “No, it’s over now. Just run the story.”

  His brows rose but he laughed, loudly and fucking infuriatingly. “Yep, whatever you say. Like you even have a say.”

  “Fuck this!”

  “Oh yeah, about that fuck.”

  I stilled. What had started out as a pretty great day had been slowly growing worse by the second. I just wanted to go home, grab a hot shower and get thoroughly pissed.

  “Boss wants to see
you.”

  “Yeah?” I snorted. “He can kiss my ass too.”

  Bruce’s hearty laughter followed me out of the building, the open window on the fourth floor even allowing it to haunt me all the way back to my car.

  I ROLLED MY eyes at Daniel as he pouted with what he thought was a seductive expression. He’d dropped our suitcases at the hotel room door and jumped straight onto the bed, his back lifting off the plush mattress as his body bounced up and down. He reminded me of a child on their parent’s new bed.

  “You know,” he suddenly said quite seriously, his usual soft lips tightening into a thin line and his eyes softening. “I’m amazed at how my heart beats faster whenever you’re with me.” He palmed his chest and smiled softly. “I mean I can actually feel it beat, like thud, thud.”

  His words made my heart ache. He sensed my apprehension and leant up on his elbows, crooking his finger at me to join him on the bed.

  “Come here.”

  I stared at him and took a deep breath, not knowing how to tell him but I knew right then that I had to. We couldn’t continue like we were, we were both going to get hurt when I moved to Miami. “We need to talk.”

  He nodded slowly, his smile dropping as he pushed himself back and upwards so he was sitting against the headboard. “Come here,” he repeated.

  I took the walk to him extra slowly, realising that I had stupidly picked the worse moment to tell him. We were miles from home, in a strange country and I knew this would go bad. Fair enough the girls had come to Germany with the band and I had them to hide away with but Daniel didn’t need this when he had a performance to do.

  Gripping my waist with both hands when I sat on the edge of the bed, he pulled me so I was straddled across his thighs, facing him. He frowned and reached out, swiping away the tear that dribbled down my cheek.

  “Talk to me, Zoe.”

  I took his hand and squeezed, trying to give him a confident smile. “I…” Fuck. My mouth was too dry to talk.

  “Whatever it is, we can sort it, together. You have me now. I’m with you all the way. We face things as a couple because we are a couple.”

  I shook my head, more tears flowing. “But that’s just it. We aren’t a couple Daniel.”

  “Zoe…”

  “No. You told me that you love me and you have no idea how I want that to be true but loving someone and being a couple are different things entirely.”

  He grabbed me harder when I tried to pull away, his hands clamping my hips. “You’re not listening to me…”

  “Yes I am. It’s you who won’t listen. You need to understand that for three years I loved you, I pined for you, Christ my life was on standby while I waited patiently for you but you never gave me anything. Do you remember the time I turned up at your house, drunk and a mess? How degrading it was for me when you sent me home after begging you to love me. Do you remember?”

  He closed his eyes when my throat tightened and my words came out choked and squeaky.

  “I remember,” he whispered.

  I nodded. “And the time you made out with that girl in front of me after you said I had become too clingy?”

  “Shit, Zo…”

  “No, Daniel.” I hated it but I made myself press on. “This needs saying because you need to understand what you turned me into.”

  His brows pinched as he reopened his eyes and looked at me. “What I turned you into?”

  He lowered his eyes to my hands when I pulled the waistband of my sweatpants down and showed him the tattoo on my hipbone.

  ‘Under loves heavy burden do I sink.’

  He blinked at it, sadness covering his face. “I was an arsehole back then but I never meant to hurt you, Zoe. I tried to stop hurting you, I pushed you away so I wouldn’t hurt you.”

  I shook my head, pressing my hand to the side of his face, wincing when his stubble scraped the cut to my palm. “But that’s just it, Daniel. It wasn’t you that became the burden. It was my love for you that pulled me under. It was my own heart that destroyed me.”

  “Are you saying you don’t love me?” he whispered painfully.

  “No, never. I’ll always love you Daniel. But I can’t allow that love. I’m too fragile now, and the slightest thing will obliterate me. You can’t give me the relationship I need now, or the security that my life needs for Jakob.”

  “But…”

  “We’ve had too many secrets for too long that we can’t see the truth anymore. You don’t even know what you want. Is it me, is it Nick?” He opened his mouth to interrupt again but I carried on. “I know I gave you the option of both of us, but you would never be able to commit to either of us in the end, it’s how you are. I’m not blaming you, Daniel, it’s just how you have been built.”

  “Zoe…”

  “And…”

  “WILL YOU SHUT UP!” he shouted making me jump in surprise.

  My mouth snapped shut and I glared at him. “I am trying to explain…”

  “So am I.” He glared back as he lifted me off his knee and walked over to our cases, unfastening his angrily. The zip caught in the housing with his stroppy movements. “You’re not letting me explain anything.”

  I crossed my arms over my chest, fuming that he never listened. It was always about him and how life affected him. Why the hell did he have to be so damn selfish?

  “Daniel…”

  “No Zoe. Listen to me. I want you to fucking listen to - me.”

  “Fine.” I huffed. “Fine.”

  “I love you. I told you that before and I’m telling you again because it seems like you didn’t hear me properly. I love you Zoe Louise Linkin. All of you, even your stroppiness.”

  “Daniel, please…”

  “I love you. I’ve always loved you but both of us never allowed it. Well you know what, I don’t give a shit anymore. We’re going to let it work. No more excuses, no more denying it, finally we’re going to consent to it and get married.”

  “Will you….” I blinked, my mouth snapping shut. He stared at me, his whole face paling as he watched me hesitantly. “What?” A rock had formed in my voice box and I coughed to clear it. “What did you say?”

  He licked his lips and fell to his knees in front of me. Holy fuck! My eyes widened when he opened his hand and the most exquisite platinum ring sat in the middle of his sweaty palm. An elegant clear diamond blinked back at me, its clarity simply stunning. It was exactly what I would have chosen, nothing big, small but very stylish. And it was that fact, that he knew my taste that caused my heart to stutter.

  “You ruin everything,” he grumbled with a pout. “I had it all planned out to ask you on stage tonight but no, you have to throw a strop. Bloody woman.”

  “Daniel?”

  “Marry me. Marry me. Just fucking give in to it and marry me!”

  My heart was racing and I put my hand over my chest in an impossible attempt to settle it. My pulse pounded in my ears. “I…”

  “What does your heart say Zoe? Listen to it, please, just listen to your heart for once. You’re always so straight-headed, so careful. You never used to be. You were always so carefree and fun and I took that from you. I drained your happiness and filled you back up with misery and hurt. Well now it’s time that you let me take that hurt and give back what I took from you. I want to make you happy. I need to make you happy. Marry me.”

  “Yes.” I didn’t even have to think about it. Tears streamed my face and I couldn’t see him through the cascade of them. His mouth popped open, his eyes following in shock.

  “What?”

  “Yes.” I said it louder, with confidence, knowing in my heart that I needed to allow it, like he said. My head worried but I took the courage from somewhere and nodded to confirm it. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

  His eyes roamed every inch of my face, looking for the proof that I had said yes. I smiled at him and nodded again.

  “Fuck!” he whispered. “Fuck!”

  A huge grin covered his face, his eyes ligh
ting up when he took my hand and watched with amazement on his face as he slid the ring onto my finger. His chest heaved and a funny sound tore from his mouth. He dived on me, flattening us both to the bed and kissed me like he wanted to devour me.

  His hands framed my face almost painfully as his tongue thrust into my mouth. He moaned, pressing into me harder at the same time as he pulled me closer. I couldn’t breathe and had to pull back, laughing and gasping for air when his phone rang somewhere in the room.

  He snatched it off the side cabinet and switched it off. “Fuck them. I need to bury myself in my Fiancé at least three times before I’m on stage.”

  I laughed when he yanked me down, rolled us over and did exactly what he promised.

  ‘…and we’ll fight, fight for the memories, fight for the ecstasy.

  The fire in me is roaring, the need in me consuming.

  The feeling when I’m inside you, taking all reason.

  The beat of my soul stealing all lucidity.’

  ‘Bring it on out, bring it here tonight,

  I don’t wanna break this fight…’

  The crowd were wild tonight, every single soul in the room screaming alongside us. Jax was, as usual, in his element. Bulk was gone with the music as Boss lost himself in the beat and rhythm. But my soul was very firmly connected to the woman stood at the side of the stage, her stunning blue eyes full of love as she watched me and I watched her.

  I winked at her when she blew me a kiss. Although I was anxious about giving her and Jakob everything they deserved, I knew deep down that this was right, that marrying a woman I loved so deeply would finally set things right.

  I could make her happy, I knew I could. I would give her everything, even the part of me that needed other men. She could give me everything I needed, I had no worries about that.

  The crowd screamed again, bringing my focus away from Zoe and concentrating on the track, my fingers moving fluently, my soul guiding my fingers over the steel of the string.

  Bulk peered at me suspiciously when I grinned at him. We were all tired, each one of us no longer feeling the thrill. The others had often moaned about how this life put a strain on their relationships, kept them away from their kids and up until this moment I hadn’t understood them. This had been my life, the freedom of the stage, the release of the music. Yet now, I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering to my woman and how fucking good life would be.