He doesn’t relent until every contraction of my climax has passed. I fall back, satiated but needing so much more.
He lies down next to me. I run my hands across his chest, chronicling every ripple of his abs into my memory. I want to remember every moment of this night. Every word, every touch, every sigh. I kiss his chest, spending extra time on his nipples. I kiss his neck, his shoulders, his arms. When I kiss his tattoo, he doesn’t flinch like he used to. This brings a lump to my throat.
I work my hand down his body and wrap my fingers around his pulsating shaft.
He stops me. “I need to tell you something.”
For a moment I’m afraid he might leave. Has he changed his mind about me? Did touching his tattoo bring painful memories back?
He gets up on one elbow and brushes a stray hair off my face. “I promised Abby I’d never love anyone else. ”
I swallow hard as tears coat my lashes.
“I need you to know before I make love to you that I broke that promise.”
“You did?”
“I broke it a long time ago. I just didn’t know it. I had to finally let her go in order to let you in.” He gazes at me with reverence, adoration, and respect, and I fall in love with him all over again. “I love you, Bria.” His voice cracks. “This is the real thing. It’s a more complete kind of love. More mature. The kind you know is going to make you laugh and cry and maybe even rip your heart out at times. The feelings I have for you are so intense, it sometimes scares the shit out of me.”
I sit up. “I know what you mean because I feel exactly the same way. I love you too, Chris.”
“You can call me Christopher if you want.”
I take in a deep, savoring breath. Then I shake my head. “Christopher was hers. It’ll always be hers. The rest of you is mine for as long as I can have you.”
He smiles. “I like the sound of that. We’re talking forever here, right?”
“You bet your ass we are.” I kiss him. “We’re in this together. If you feel like you’re going to puke, look at me, okay?”
He laughs at the words I stole from him. “God, woman.” He flips me on my back and plants seductive kisses all over me.
I moan, and he responds like it’s the best sound he’s ever heard.
“Sing it again,” I say.
As he makes love to me, he serenades me with the song that is now burned into my soul. Every thrust is like a new verse, each chorus a promise of things to come. I grip his back, pulling him to me, driving him deeper, wanting him harder. Our thunderous climaxes make him pause, then he lies next to me, eyes locked with mine as he finishes the song. I can’t remember another time in my life when I’ve been so fulfilled or deliriously happy.
I have no idea what the future will bring, but if it’s anything like the music we make together, we’re in for one hell of a ride.
He straddles me, pins my arms to the bed, and grins devilishly. “Do you know what I want to do more than anything in the world right now?”
I smile. I smile big. Because I do know.
We jump up, find our notebooks, and flip them open.
And then we write.
****
My dear readers,
Most of you have come to expect an epilogue at the end of my books. However, Bria and Crew’s relationship is just beginning. You’ll see much more of them in the next few books, so to have an epilogue at this point would be premature. I hope you understand. If you’re eager to see more of them and the rest of Reckless Alibi, you can pre-order the next book in the series, Reckless Invitation, here:
US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0878TL9PQ
UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0878TL9PQ
Acknowledgments
I don’t know why it took me so long to write about rock stars. Because I love doing it! And I can’t wait for you to see what’s in store for Bria, Crew, and the gang in the next two books.
With everything going on in the world at the time of this release (Covid-19), I’m especially grateful to be a writer where I get to work from home doing what I love.
As always, there are many people to thank.
To my special editor who has been with me since the beginning, Ann Peters, thank you for your continued support. Also, a great big shout out to my copy editor, LS, at Murphy Rae Solutions.
To my beta readers, Joelle Yates, Shauna Salley, Laura Conley, Jeannie Hinkle, Julie Collier, and Tammy Dixon—you ladies all have unique ways of finding things that have slipped past everyone else.
My deepest appreciation to Susan Phelan of the Denver-based band, Ryan Chrys and The Rough Cuts. We played in the same jazz band in junior high. I always knew you would make music your life. You’ve been incredibly forthcoming at helping me gain insight into ‘band life.’
Dr. Patti Croft—thank you for telling me what Crew needed to do to begin healing.
And finally, to my Facebook reader group, Samantha’s Sweethearts, your daily encouragement is the reason I keep writing.
Rock on!
About the author
Samantha Christy’s passion for writing started long before her first novel was published. Graduating from the University of Nebraska with a degree in Criminal Justice, she held the title of Computer Systems Analyst for The Supreme Court of Wisconsin and several major universities around the United States. Raised mainly in Indianapolis, she holds the Midwest and its homegrown values dear to her heart, and upon the birth of her third child devoted herself to raising her family full time. While it took time to get from there to here, writing has remained her utmost passion, and being a stay-at-home mom facilitated her ability to follow that dream. When she is not writing, she keeps busy cruising to every Caribbean island where ships sail. Samantha Christy currently resides in St. Augustine, Florida with her husband and four children.
You can reach Samantha Christy at any of these wonderful places:
Website: www.samanthachristy.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SamanthaChristyAuthor
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