“I think of nothing but you and all I want is to make you happy and smile. I want to make up for all the tears you’ve ever cried. I feel personally responsible for every tear because I should’ve found you sooner. I promise I will take care of you and your children and anybody else I need to take care of just to be with you. You must know I’ve never felt this way and I won’t feel this for anyone but you. I was an arse and let you down, and I’m prepared to do anything to prove my devotion. I shouldn’t have left you in New York. I was afraid you’d leave me first and I was a bloody coward. And it’s okay if you don’t feel what I feel, I’m willing to do everything to earn your trust, but I won’t let you go, I won’t let you turn me away. I want you, I choose you, only you. You will never be alone; I will always protect you.”
I will say and do anything for this woman, and all she needs to do is trust me. I know I haven’t done a thing to receive her trust, but I pray she takes a leap of faith and lets me love her. “I was in Harry Winston today, not with my girlfriend, but with your best mate, Emily. We were picking out a gift for you. When she told me that she wanted to buy you something special to celebrate your friendship and then mentioned that you haven’t been showered with gifts, I promised her that I would be buying you enough gifts to make up for everything you’ve been lacking. Anyway, it’s our one-year anniversary today, and I fancied surprising you. I shaved and got all dapper for you—I even got a hair snip. I had this whole speech worked out and I was going to beg you to be mine indefinitely, and then it all went tits up.”
Why is she silent? I just told her I love her! She must say something or I’ll die. She must!
“Let’s hear your speech. It better be good, Liam.” She sounds harsh, but I can sense the beginning of what may possibly be a smile, and she just said my name again.
I find her gift on the floor and pick it up. I ask her to hold it and she takes it, rolling her eyes. God I love this bird.
I position myself perfectly in front of her, stretch my neck and begin the most important speech of my life. “I was going to come and tell you that I, Liam Spencer Knight, have been ‘Free Falling’ by Tom Petty ever since you brought me ‘Back To Life’ by Soul II Soul. I have been ‘Waiting For A Girl Like You’ by Foreigner my whole life, and you ‘Sara’ by Starship ‘Take My Breath Away’ by Berlin. ‘When I See You Smile’ by Bad English, I understand ‘The Power Of Love’ by Celine Dion because “Nothing Compares 2U” by Sinéad O’Connor. I’ve been ‘Alone’ by Heart and ‘Living On A Prayer’ by Bon Jovi trying to not ‘Run To You’ by Bryan Adams every day because ‘How Am I Supposed To Live Without You’ by Laura Branigan when all I want is for you to ‘Hold Me Now’ by Thompson Twins.
“I have ‘Sweet Dreams’ by The Eurythmics about your beautiful ‘Hungry Eyes’ by Eric Carmen and remember ‘Time After Time’ by Cyndi Lauper how your ‘Lips Like Sugar’ by Echo & The Bunnymen taste ‘Just Like Heaven’ by The Cure. ‘I’m Crazy for You’ by Madonna and I don’t care about your ‘Little Lies’ by Fleetwood Mac or your ‘Tainted Love’ by Soft Cell. I’ve been ‘Working My Way Back To You’ by The Spinners, chanting each day I see you; ‘Don’t You Forget About Me’ by Simple Minds.
“Baby, ‘Don’t Stop Believin’’ by Journey because I know that ‘Love Is A Battlefield’ by Pat Benatar, and we will make it ‘Against All Odds’ by Phil Collins. I will go ‘Through The Fire’ by Chaka Khan to prove to you my ‘Endless Love’ by Lionel Richie and Diana Ross because I’m ‘Still Loving You’ by The Scorpions. And I promise you they will ‘Never Tear Us Apart’ by INXS! Sara, ‘You and I’ by Eddie Rabbitt and Crystal Gayle, ‘We Belong’ and we’ll be ‘Invincible’ by Pat Benetar since I’m ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ by Rick Astley and ‘I’ll Always Love You’ by Taylor Dayne. Now all you have to do is ‘Take On Me’ by A-Ha.”
I finish my speech without having to check my cheat sheet because I’ve read it hundreds of times in front of the mirror and in my car every morning waiting for her. She stares at her feet and if she laughs at me or sends me away, I’ll collapse.
She finally looks up at me with the most beautiful eyes in the world, then stretches out her hand and says, “Hi, I’m Sara Klein, it’s nice to finally meet you Liam Spencer Knight. It means everything to me ‘When You Tell Me That You Love Me’ by Diana Ross. Would you like to come in?”
“Wait! You speak ‘90s? I only studied ‘80s, but I can learn ‘90s, too…”
One Year Later
This view has to be the best view in the whole world. All I see is a green paradise engulfing calm blue waters and Emily & Louis’ yacht docked in the distance. The sun rises above the horizon as Liam sleeps, and I’m itching to wake him up in his favorite way.
I move away from the balcony and inch closer to my beautiful, naked Adonis sprawled in bed like a king on top of rumpled sheets that smell of him and me and us. His blond hair covers half his face. He must get a haircut before we get married next week, he looks like a hobo—a sexy, loaded hobo, but still a hobo. I spy his dick, or for all intents and purposes, it’s safe to call it my dick, just patiently resting, waiting for me to play with it and bring it back to life. Perhaps it needs CPR, I think and giggle as I touch my aching, overused jaw. No, definitely no more CPR.
I make my way up the bed, quietly attempting to ambush him in his sleep, when he grabs hold of me and pins me under him in the blink of an eye.
“Are you trying to attack us, comrade? Richard and I can always sense you coming,” he says, already sucking down my neck and heading lower toward his favorite left nipple.
“If you don’t harm the nipple I’ll surrender and tell you everything, Agent Knight,” I say, cracking up and trying to wiggle out from under him.
“Tell you what, Special Agent Sara—soon to be Mrs. Knight—if you reveal who the love of your life is, I’ll let you keep your nipple and I’ll throw in a wicked tongue massage on an area of your choosing for good measure.”
I laugh at our silliness and cup his face for a kiss. This man tastes perfect at any hour of the day and I could kiss him like this for the rest of my life.
“The love of my life is the one and only Liam Spencer Knight. I love you with all that I am and everything that I have and I thank God for you every day.” As I say those words, tears form in my eyes because I honestly can’t imagine my life without him. Liam has brought so much joy into my world by merely existing. He makes my life brighter, louder, truer, happier; he just makes everything better.
“You, baby, are my life, and this little baby growing inside of you is going to fuse us forever.” He lowers his head to kiss my stomach. You can’t even tell I’m pregnant, it’s that early, but the pregnancy test and my missed period definitely confirm that I’m gloriously knocked up. We’ve decided to wait and announce the pregnancy after we return from our honeymoon.
Liam is already kissing and flicking his tongue near my soaked pussy. I don’t even know how his dick still functions after last night’s performance, because I’m ridiculously sore. I shouldn’t be complaining since he did shave for me; I could’ve been sore and chafed. He’s already working me to my first orgasm, pumping two fingers and sucking my clit like a hungry beast.
He has a very peculiar relationship with my vagina. He’s being nice and gentle now, tenderly kissing and licking it clean, but once he comes up for air, I know his greedy cock will be punishing that same vagina as if he didn’t just make out with it. Once Liam crams himself fully inside me and finds his rhythm, he can’t seem to pace himself or stop from harshly pounding me until he violently detonates and collapses, crushing me. But I love it and crave the feeling of his weight on top of me. Knowing that he’s satiated and out for the count because of me is intoxicating.
“Oh…oh, yeah… oh, fuck… I’m coming…I’m coming, baby!” I yell as he ruthlessly pounds me with his tongue. I try to keep my eyes open because I love to see him smile as he feels my climax coming in waves from inside me.
I continue to spasm around his
submerged fingers as he mumbles from between my legs, “Name…you didn’t bloody say it.”
“Liam! Liam! Liam… Only you, Liam!” I say as we both laugh at how stupid we are together. But it’s perfect, he’s perfect, and there isn’t anyone else that I would want to be stupid with but this beautiful, crazy man that spends way too much time between my legs.
He starts to move up, stopping at my belly to whisper, “‘She Drives Me Crazy’ by Fine Young Cannibals. Your mum, not you, little one.” I can’t possibly love this man more.
He moves to lie down at my side and asks me, “Are you game for French kissing Richard? He’s been laboring hard, you know.” He raises his eyebrows suggestively, stroking his hard working Richard.
I physically can’t even open my mouth. “My jaw still hurts from last night. Richard is too big to frequent my mouth as often as he does. Tell Richard he can play with Kitty while my jaw recovers.”
“Richard loves playing with your cunt and he’s counting the days until you let him inside your sweet arse again.” I blush any time he brings up anal, and I’m convinced that my blushing turns my kinky fiancé on even more. I turn to lie on my stomach, presenting my ass to Liam for the taking. I can feel him already climbing up my body. I can’t see him but I can hear the guttural sounds he makes and I can only imagine the ridiculous smile he must be sporting. He’s fondling my ass cheeks with both hands before starting to rub his dick along my crack. I wait for him to begin probing my hole when he suddenly bypasses my ass and goes straight into my drenched pussy; with one hard thrust, he shoves himself fully inside of me.
“I’m too horny to try and cram into your arse right now, I need that cunt to squeeze me tight, love,” he exclaims, panting while working his cock in and out of me. “I’ll try to last a bit longer; I wanna see you come in this position.”
I imagine how fucking sexy he must look straddling and working me from behind. I don’t think he can last long with me in this position, and I love that I can make him lose control. He moves slowly in and fully out of me with a pop, slapping my ass every few minutes, and getting himself and me going from the sound his dick makes every time he reenters my pussy.
“I bloody love watching my cock disappear into your cunt,” he informs me. He lets go of my ass cheeks and lowers his body to find my sensitive, overfilled breasts. “This baby is gonna make your tits huge. I’ll be fucking you all day,” he adds breathlessly, already picking up the speed. He holds himself up with one arm, and without changing his glorious rhythm, he starts massaging my clit with his other hand. I’m close, if he goes even a hair faster, I’ll come, but I don’t want to come, I want more. I want him to keep going, keep ramming into me, keep rubbing, keep kissing down my neck. I can’t seem to get enough of him, and it’s three, two, one…
“Liam, I’m coming, fuck, Liam…don’t stop,” I yell, holding on to the headboard as he hugs me flush against him and lets me ride out my orgasm. We’re both covered with sweat, and even after he feels my body begin to go limp, he keeps patting and thumping on my clit with his hand like a drum because he’s not done with me.
“Are you ready to go for a ride, love?” The question is rhetorical, because he doesn’t have to ask; I’m always willing and ready to ride with him. I look back and nod, acknowledging that the gentle portion of our lovemaking has ended and the rough ride will now begin. He pushes my upper body down and with my ass propped in the air he starts fucking me like a jackhammer. Once he starts thrusting into me, he can’t stop—he becomes possessed. I reach under to fondle his balls, which drives him mad until it’s three, two, one… “Oh, fucking Lord! Oh fucking, baby…ah, yeah…ah…SARA!” And he flops.
He rests his whole weight on top of me and there’s no doubt that I love this predictable fool more than life. I stay quiet, letting him crush me into the mattress because he’s not fully coherent after climaxing. If I were to ask him for my own island right now, no doubt he’d say “Ace.”
Liam rolls off of me ten minutes later saying, “I can’t believe I get you for four uninterrupted weeks. No meetings, no court, no one taking away my ballerina. Just us, love.” He continues to talk as my cell phone starts to vibrate on the nightstand. He spoke too soon. “Don’t answer! I didn’t finish you off yet. I need to kiss kitty for being rough. I’m sure it has to do with the wedding anyway, and whatever it is it can wait.”
“No, it’s seven in the morning. Nobody would call this early unless it was important. Don’t be a child, I need to get it.” I’m already reaching for my phone as I see Jeff’s name with JJ’s picture flashing. I leap off the bed to answer the phone as my heart stops beating at the thought of something bad happening to our kids.
“Jeff, what’s wrong?” I say, with fear gripping my voice. “What?!... When?…Oh. My. God,” I chant over and over. I feel Liam at my side instantly, holding me, supporting me. “I’m sorry,” I say before hanging up.
“Sara, love, talk to me. Was that Jeff? What did he say? What happened?” Liam frantically questions me.
I look up at him as the words fall out of my mouth. “Jacqueline passed away last night.”
“What? Oh fuck no, that’s awful.” His shoulders slump as he lets go of me. His eyes turn to the floor at my feet and without looking at me with a deep breath, he defeatedly says, “You’re going back aren’t you?”
Look for Book III from the
Audio Fools
Series
Jeffery Rossi's Story
Coming in 2016
Other Titles by Tali Alexander
At 29, she has two beautiful kids, a live-in nanny, housekeeper, cook, and every imaginable luxury in the posh Upper East Side townhouse she shares with her drop-dead gorgeous husband, Louis Bruel. His company, Bruel Industries, owns a big chunk of New York City’s most sought-after real estate, and together Emily and Louis embody the perfect hot fairy tale couple for ten happy years of marriage.
But when Louis mysteriously starts pushing Emily away, becoming distant and secretive, she is forced to search for the truth among the lies, scandal and heartbreak of his past that threaten to shatter her world. What she finds out will test the strength of her love and her vows to the man of her dreams.
Can Emily and Louis rewind far enough back to a time when life was simpler and love was all they needed? Follow their story with the help of some of their favorite songs from the 80’s to discover just how deep and how far love will go.
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Well here we go again…
What a year I’ve had! In my wildest dreams I wouldn’t see my life taking this path. I have been blessed to have the opportunity to let my heart and mind express themselves creatively with my writing and be able to share it with countless readers from around the world. My words get to travel the globe and have an effect on people I would never meet otherwise.
A person doesn’t know how loved he/she really is until the people around them believe and support them when no on else does; and I’m very much loved. I wouldn’t be able to follow my dreams without my ironclad support system starting from my saint of a mother and ending with my rock star husband. Writing stories is not always the toughest part it’s having the ability to stand by your art and be strong enough to accept the praise together with the criticism that comes with it.
I don’t write to change the world, I write to help you and me escape this world and live in someone else’s world for a bit. Thank you for your support and for purchasing my books. I hope you feel compelled enough after reading my work to tell me your thoughts as it’s the only way you can touch me back.
Thank you to my army of loyal readers. Thank you to all the people who stand by me cheering me on when all I sometimes want to do is give up and run away: Megan Cunningham Vohs (the sun), Jenny-Lee Ching (the moon), Robin Stranahan & Joanna Mongelluzzo (my stars), Jen Lynn, Amy Bustard, Heather Lane, Ursela Uriarte and many many more. A special thank you to Irene Myers, who goes to battle for me everyday, and makes sure we both get o
ut alive.
To the amazing authors and bloggers who give me much love and priceless advice; Tarryn Fisher, it’s no secret that I love you. If it wasn’t for you I’d quite a long time ago. I look up to you and I thank God for your friendship and guidance every day. Thank you to: Natasha Tomic, Maryse Black and Vilma Gonzalez for all the hours of free therapy. To all the wonderful shoe designers, without your stunning shoes there would be no book. To my hard working beautiful muses, you know who you are, I thank you for allowing me to stalk you and in some cases pick your brains.
I’m nothing without my editors. Marie Piquette, you’re amazing. Kristen Clark Switzer, you rock, you are my rock and I hope we can continue to rock together for many more books to come. Julie from JT Formatting, thank you for making this book look pretty and dealing with my OCD. Andrei Bat the cover to LIES IN REWIND exceeds all of my dreams and yet it’s as if you visited my dreams and plucked it right out.
Please enjoy and stay tuned as I continue writing you another fantasy…
Tali Alexander
About The Author
“Nothing really to tell, what you see is what you get.”
I am every woman out there that has fantasies in her head. I am a daughter, a granddaughter, a sister, a wife, a lover, a mother, and a friend. I happen to also be a Doctor of Pharmacy and a business owner by day, and now a writer by night. Writing and reading help me escape the scary world we live in. I hope my stories help readers experience many different emotions and ultimately, I hope I make them smile…
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