Page 21 of Shock to the Heart

"Yes, come for me, baby," I murmur against her lips, feeling my balls tighten and my cock thicken with every stroke. "Let me feel you."

"Yeah… Oh…" She moans weakly, then gasps loudly, twitching. I can almost see the waves of her climax flowing through her.

Staring at her beautiful eyes, her sexy lips, her gorgeous breasts…seeing the way she quivers and shakes under me…

I come so hard I almost black out, my entire body stiffening as I thrust hard and deep as thick ropes of come shoot deep into her soft pussy.

"Oh!" Her eyes fly wide from the feeling of my seed pumping into her, then she smiles.

Kissing her deeply, our energy drains until our lips are barely brushing. I roll off and beside her, and she cuddles up against me.

Holding Electra's soft, curvy body in my arms, I want to tell her how I feel. Want to tell her how this feels so real already.

But I don't want to freak her out. She could very well be assuming that a slightly older guy is expecting this to just be a fun, casual fling. That's the furthest thing from my mind. She makes me feel possessive, and the need to lock her down immediately surges through me. It's a new sensation for me.

"I don't have your songwriting talent to tell you how I'm feeling right now," I whisper against her ear. "I also feel like it might be bad luck to say certain things too fast."

Her eyes shine as she looks at me in the dim light. "Okay. Maybe you can just hint, instead?"

I chuckle. "What's the very last song in the movie Grease?"

She beams widely and sings, "You're the one that I want." Then she butts her head against my shoulder. "You're nuts."

"Agreed. Nuts for you." I kiss her lightly, then arrange the blankets and turn off the bedside lamp. Electra falls asleep immediately, the long day catching up with her.

I adore that she trusts me enough to fall asleep in my arms already. That she trusts me enough to share her music with me.

I just hope she trusts me enough to love me back.

13

ELECTRA

Normally, I'm a bit of a grump on Monday mornings. My parents have usually had all kinds of people tromping through the house all weekend, and I'm exhausted from cleaning the kitchen eight times, along with working longer shifts at the hotel. Sure, I've worked harder during this weekend off than I would have at my day job. But it was well worth it.

It feels like Trey and I all are already a great team as we make coffee and throw breakfast together. He's such a bright and sunny guy. Until he's…oh my…all dark and growly like he was last night. My stomach tightens every time I look at his hands, remembering the way he gripped me, and made me feel so incredible.

I just wish I knew where we were going.

After breakfast, we go into the studio. I do a rough mix of the five songs just to make sure all the pieces are there, while Trey puts the wall hanging back and cleans everything up.

He plays the part of recording engineer again as I add a few backup vocals on songs two and three, and that's it. Recording finished.

Trey nods as I play him part of the track with the backups in place. "I get it. It sort of…fills it out a bit."

"Exactly."

It hits me: I don't want Trey to leave, even though of course he can't be here when my parents get back. Who knows what CC might say if she finds a man she didn't approve of in the house hanging out with her daughter.

It's frankly exhausting dealing with a woman who tries to set me up men in whom I have zero interest and then treats me like a pouty teenager when I politely decline…and ridiculous that the woman's uneven temperament pops into my mind even at times like this when I should be completely joyous! I hope she never finds out that I was in her precious studio or I'd have to explain every detail of why I was here. Ugh.

I back up the files to my password-protected laptop, and to a secret cloud account to be sure.

"Do you think that's secure?" Trey asks with a grin. "What if the CIA or somebody finds your secret songs?"

I laugh. "If anyone hacks into User*6355436's files, they'll be very surprised."

"How did you come up with that top secret number? Your birthday or something?"