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I used to beg him to give them some attention, but I learned my lesson because it meant enduring even more of his jokes. Like referring to them as cute little mosquito bites. Calling me his beautiful surfboard. Telling me I should invest in Band-Aids instead of bras. And my personal favorite—pointing out that I look like a boy whenever I’m lying down.
“I love your tits.” He releases me with an audible pop. “I want to come all over them.”
“Christ.” I squirm when he drags his teeth across my lower stomach. “I can smell how much you want me.” Oh. My. God. I want to crawl under the blankets and hide, but then he trails his tongue along the waistband of my panties and rasps, “I can’t wait to taste it.”
I thought I was normal down there, but Josh once made a passing comment about me being dark pink as opposed to a pretty light pink like the girls in porn. I’ve never been able to get it out of my head since.
“Jesus. Look at you.” Those dark eyes rake up and down my naked body. “Fucking perfect.” “Believe me, I have lots of flaws.” So. Many. Flaws. He’s just being nice because he’s about to get some. Emotions slash his face. Lust, need…and resolve. “Whatever you think are flaws…aren’t.” He holds my stare. “Not to me.” Both his words—and the way he’s looking at me…like I’m the most immaculate thing ever created—have
There’s no way Memphis didn’t notice me gushing like Niagara fucking Falls, given his gorgeous face was parked between my thighs. I. Want. To. Die. Mortified, I bury my face in my hands. “I am so sorry.” That’s never happened before. Ever. Hell, I wasn’t aware that was something I was capable of. Fuck my life. There’s no way I’ll ever be able to look him in the eyes again. “Sorry for what?” comes his gruff voice. “That was hot as fuck.”
“I’m jealous of the girl who’s going to steal your heart.” Steal him from me. His entire body tenses. “Says the girl whose heart is already taken.”
“You were right.” “About?” “My tattoo.” The tips of his fingers skim the curve of my shoulder. “It’s your song…your name.”
Damn. Am I tall enough to ride this ride? I haven’t even seen him yet, but dear God, he’s…massive. My fingers don’t even touch when I wrap my hand around him. “Who knew you were hiding the eighth wonder in your pants this whole time.” Smirking, he raises his hips and I pull down his jeans with my free hand. “More like the twelfth.”
“You want a taste?” His dirty words and the heat coming off him have my breath hitching. I nod, parting my lips. “Kiss it,” he orders. A wave of need washes over me as I press a soft kiss to the shiny, wide head. “More,” he rasps, his deep voice wrapping around me like a live wire. “Kiss it the way I kissed your pretty little pussy earlier.”
“Do you have any idea how sexy you look right now?” He thrusts inside my mouth again. I revel in the way his body coils. The way his beautiful dick pulsates on my tongue. “Christ. I want to fuck your perfect face.”
“I want to see your pretty tits dripping with my cum.”
“My dirty girl.” His dirty girl.
“You’re perfect, Sky,” he rasps, his eyes roaming over every inch of my face. “So fucking perfect.” I’m not, but whenever he looks at me… I feel like I just might be.
“It’s different with you.” I trace the tattoo on his ribs. “I’m different with you.” Lighter. Uninhibited. Happy. He draws little patterns on the small of my back with his fingers. “I know.”
I want affection and connection and monogamy. A love so deep it swallows me whole and never lets me go. A love so pure it can never be tainted by another. A love so strong it can withstand any catastrophe life throws at it.
“I think love is different for everyone, as are standards. For some, sharing is what feels right.” His brows pull together. “But the love I need is permanent. Exclusive.” His gaze locks with mine, penetrating me down to the bone. “I can’t share, Sky.” I can’t either. Breathing him in, I go back to tracing the tattoo on his ribs. Perhaps the fortune-teller was right… But I got it wrong.
“I don’t know much about music.” My heart beats so hard it feels like it’s going to burst right out of my chest. “All I know is that whenever you play…no one else in the world exists.” I lean my forehead against his. “And that tells me that you, Memphis Payne, are destined for greatness.”
while there are plenty of unknown gifted artists walking the earth—there’s no way a gift like his will go undiscovered. Because Memphis isn’t just gifted…he’s incomparable.
“I mean, there is this guy I’m kind of interested in and I was hoping we’d hang out.” I shrug. “But I guess you’ll do.” There’s a trace of amusement in his expression. “Kind of interested in?” “Ye—” I squeal when he picks me up and tosses me into the water. I shove him after I come up for air. “You’re such a bully.” “A bully is someone who wants to hurt you.” His arms find my waist, tugging me closer. “I’m just trying to ask the brat who’s kind of interested in me out on a date.”
I’m fairly certain she knows about Memphis and me, and she’s firmly team suiter number two…especially after finding out that Josh stood me up for prom. She said if he ever came within twenty feet of her home, she’d have him stuffed like one of her animals.
“What are you doing?” I question as Memphis curls a hand around my hip. “I’m not done frolicking.” Before I can protest, his lips are on mine… And once again, I’m falling.
I’m taking her to the new planetarium that opened up a few towns over. Given her fascination with the universe—and stars in particular—I think she’ll enjoy it.
Josh and Skylar do have a bond, but the one we have is stronger. Deeper. Because she was always meant to be mine.
And while I know Josh will be upset once he finds out about us, he’ll eventually get over it. He had his chance, but he fucked up and lost her. I’ll never make that mistake.
“Hello.” “Sorry it took me so long to call you,” a voice I vaguely remember says. “We’ve been trying to figure out what to do with someone of your caliber.”
Anyway, Vic is very interested, so much so he changed some things in his schedule. We’ll be in Nashville early next week. I’ll text you the address of where we’re staying.” I almost drop the phone. “Okay, yeah. I’ll be there.” “Good. Bring that brother of yours if you want.”
This is the best night of my fucking life. Ed’s understandably confused, but as much as I want to bring him up to speed, there’s someone else I need to tell first. The girl who believes in me. I start typing out a text, but she beats me to it. Sky: I can’t see you tonight.
Fuck cancer. My aunt is only thirty-eight. She should be contemplating upgrading her skincare regimen versus getting Botox, complaining about the men on dating apps, and giving me advice about fuckboys. Not dying.
“It’s okay, Aunt Cheryl.” Tears prickle the back of my throat. “Go be with my mom.”
That’s when I realize my aunt doesn’t need me to tell her it’s okay to perish. She needs something else. Something I’m not sure I feel. Digging deep within myself, I muster every bit of compassion I possess so I can give her the peace she’s seeking. “I forgive you.”
She died approximately three minutes after I said the words.
Everyone is dead…but I’m going to live with this for the rest of my life. There will never be peace for me. Just pieces of me.
“I love the soft swishy sound your heart makes.” He snorts. “That’s probably my murmur.” “What?” This is the first time I’m hearing about that. “Not a big deal. I’ve had it since I was born. According to the doctors, it’s harmless.” “Are you sure?” It sounds kind of scary. “Positive. It’s only noticeable when my heart beats too fast.” Oh.
What if I’m both? Fragile and strong. Flawed and perfect. Damaged and restored. What if I didn’t run from my demons this time?
Memphis still doesn’t see that broken girl, despite cracking myself open and exposing all my ugly.
“Sky.” I love the way he says my name…like I’m his sky. His everything.
“I need to come.” Raw lust slashes his face and the hand on my hip tightens, steering me until my pussy is lined up with the underside of his cock. “Go ahead.” Rough hands grab my ass, guiding me up and down the length of his shaft. “Use my dick to get yourself off.”
“Christ,” he rasps as I slither along his thick length. “Your pretty pussy is drenching my cock.”
“Fuck. I feel you pulsing.” His fingers dig into my ass. “You’re almost there.”
“I need you to fuck me and make me yours.”
“You’re already mine.” He runs his knuckles down the length of my slit. “You and this tight little pussy that just made a mess all over my cock.”
“You gonna squirt all over my cock like a good girl?” My cheeks flame and my chest heaves. “I’ll do anything you want.”
no one makes me feel like he does. It’s addicting.
Lifting my hips, I meet his deep thrusts. I don’t know the first thing about playing an instrument, but I feel like I’m learning.
All I can do is follow his lead. His melody. Get lost in him.
I wanted to break down his walls…and I did. This is Memphis. Unguarded and vulnerable. Falling into the deep end with me.
He’s so heartbreakingly beautiful it gives me butterflies. “You’re perfect.”
He’s inside me, but it’s more than sex. It’s…different. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted. Memphis Payne doesn’t fuck…he worships.
I’m his sky, but he’s my earth…keeping me grounded when my demons take hold of me.
