Ruby Tuesday
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As the final note faded, the crowd went crazy, cheering and screaming—not just Sky’s name, but hers as well. He’d given her the dream she’d been afraid to dream.
She and Sky bowed. He announced there would be a short break, after which The Universe would perform their last set and, no doubt, an encore. As enthusiastic as this crowd was, they might need to do a few encores.
As they stepped off the stage, Teagan’s family was there, hugging her, offering their congratulations. Teagan thought for a moment she saw Riley wipe away a tear, but she was certain she must have imagined it. Pop was the last to step forward and he was openly crying. “I’ve never been more proud,” he said as he placed a kiss on the top of her head. “You looked and sounded just like your mother out there. I’m going to miss hearing you sing at the pub every week, Ruby, but you were always too good to stay with us. You were born for this, for more.”
She hugged her pop tightly before he released her, placing her hand in Sky’s. “Take care of her, son.”
Sky nodded solemnly. He looked at her, tilting his head to the side. “Can I talk to you for a minute? Alone?”
“Of course.”
He took her back to his dressing room and she grinned when he took a chair from the corner and propped it under the doorknob.
“What are you up to? You do realize it’s only a short break.”
“I don’t give a shit,” he said. He kissed her voraciously, hard. “Lift up that skirt and bend over the dressing table.”
“Sky,” she said, uncertain she’d ever seen him so intense, so driven.
“I need you, gypsy. Now. Seeing Rod holding that needle to your throat. Hearing you sing on that stage. Jesus, if I don’t fuck you right now, I swear to God I’ll die.”
She started to laugh, but he looked like he was in agony and she realized he was being completely serious. She walked to the table, not surprised to find him right on her heels. She lifted her skirt, pulling down her panties as he fumbled with the condom. He was inside her before she’d finished bending over. The sigh that escaped his lips seemed to be pulled from the depths of his chest. “This won’t take long. I can’t—I won’t be able to—”
“Shhh,” she said. “Just fuck me, Sky.”
He moved inside her, fast and furious, pumping into her hungry pussy like a drowning man swimming for land. She looked up, thrilled to realize she could see his face in the mirror in front of her. His face reflected his pleasure at taking her, the pain of his intense desire.
“Harder,” she urged as his eyes met hers in the mirror. He reached around her, pinching her nipples through her shirt, his hips thrusting faster.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” he said and she looked at her own reflection, shocked by the woman looking back at her. She almost didn’t recognize the flushed face, heavy-lidded eyes, kiss-swollen lips. She moaned as he moved deeper and the sound seemed to break something inside him.
“Fuck. It’s not enough.” He pulled out, spinning her in his arms and lifting her onto the table. “I have to kiss you.”
He pulled her ass to the edge, pushed his cock inside and devoured her lips, swallowing her cries as he drove her to the heights of passion. She reached her climax just seconds before him and only a minute before the stage manager knocked on the door to announce the beginning of the third set.
He pulled her to his chest, stroking her hair gently. His next kiss was soft, almost apologetic. “Teagan, I’m—”
She stopped his words with a finger on his lips. She gave him a mischievous grin. “You rock stars are all the same,” she teased.
“My rock star days are over,” he said and she was pleased to see that he’d returned to his lighthearted nature.
“Oh?”
“I thought all I needed was the stardom. Turns out the love I was looking for, in the music, in the rush of performing—it isn’t there. That’s why I could never find it. Why I was never happy. It’s in you, Ruby. I love you.”
She smiled. “I love you, Mitch Adams. Only you. Always.”
The End
About the Author
Some people fall apart on their 30th birthday, others on their 40th. For Mari Carr, 34 was the year that took her down. After she spent the day crying and saying, “I haven’t done anything I thought I would,” her husband finally asked what was left undone. Her answer was simple—she hadn’t written a book or decorated her house. “So do it,” he said.
Five years later, the house is sparkling with fresh paint and new furniture and her computer is jammed full of stories—novels, novellas, short stories and dead-ends. The lesson: It’s never too late to achieve a goal or two!
High school librarian and English teacher by day and mother of two busy teenagers, Mari Carr finds time for writing by squeezing it into the hours between 3 a.m. and daybreak when her family is asleep and the house is quiet.
With the publication of her first book, her latest goal—publishing before 40—has been achieved with a couple of years to spare. Phew!
Mari welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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Wild Irish 3: Waiting for Wednesday
Wild Irish 4: Sweet Thursday
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Wild Irish 7: Any Given Sunday
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Retreat
Sugar and Spice, Everything Nice
Tease the Cougar anthology
Wild Irish: Wild Days anthology
Wild Irish: Wild Nights anthology
Wild Irish: Wild Times anthology
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