First Verse (A Perfect Song Duet #1)

by L.M. Halloran

“We aren’t a love story.” His voice is low. I feel it beneath my skin. In my bones. “I know,” I whisper. His head tilts. “Do you? Girlfriends and boyfriends are temporary. Background noise. We’re neither. We’re more.”

We’re not friends. We’re entangled. She’s inside me just like I’m inside her. And now she wants the pieces of her soul back? My pieces? Never fucking happening.

“We don’t back away from pain,” she says gently but firmly. “We seek out the cracks in our hearts and dive inside. It’s okay to be afraid of the unknown, but we have to take the dive. It’s the only way to keep the darkness at bay. Scoop it out with words, Wild. With music. Don’t let it rise over your head.”

“This happens every time you walk in a room,” he grinds out. “Every time you open that pouty mouth or give me those glistening ‘fuck me’ eyes. You make me insane. Don’t you get it? The problem is I do respect you. I respect your mind and talent more than anyone else on this planet does. You’re sacred to me, Evangeline. But your body? That, I want to disrespect in the worst fucking ways.”

“I know you can be louder,” he says, dark amusement in his voice. “Let me hear you sing.”

“Apadravya piercing,” he says with a smirk. “Consider those orgasms appetizers to the main course. I’m about to blow your mind.”

I know Evangeline can’t fix me. But she’s still my favorite high.

Then he says, “Fuck it,” and yanks me forward.

“We’ve talked about this, Ev. Tortured bad boys with magic dicks are only acceptable in fiction.”

“I know we’re not the type of women who share every little feeling with each other, but you’re still my best friend in the whole world. If I could grow a wiener, I’d put a ring on your finger right now and fuck Wilder out of your system.”

“You smell and taste like heaven. Someday I’m going to eat you out the second you step offstage.” She chokes. “That’s nasty.” Sliding my free hand around her hip and under her dress, I cup her between the legs. Heat bathes my palm. She shivers, her thighs clenching. “You want me nasty,” I whisper against her ear. “Don’t you?” Her breathing speeds up. “Maybe.” “Open the door,” I say hoarsely. “I’ll give you a sixty-second head start. Shower or bed—your choice. But when a minute is up, my mouth is devouring this pussy.”

“You’re my favorite song. I know every note.

“You’re doing so good, taking me so deep. I’m unbelievably proud of you. I love you so, so much. Being inside you is the closest to peace I’ve ever known. Just breathe. That’s it. Take all the time you need. Tell me when you’re ready.”