Falling Into Love with You (The Hate-Love Duet #2) - Lauren Rowe Page 0,47

song they’ve written for her is the sweetest, purest, most classic little love song you’ve ever heard. I’m confident whatever they help us write will be perfect for what we’re trying to accomplish here.”

Laila nods. “Okay, so this is good news, then. Once again, Mr. Rivers knows exactly what he’s doing.”

“Yeah, I’m no fan of Reed’s. But I have to admit this is a good call, even if it means you and I will get a smaller percentage of royalties. If you ask me, it’s better to have a smash hit, with four co-writers, than to have only two writers on a shitty attempt at a love song that doesn’t even make the charts.”

“Great point. So, I’ll tell Reed we’re in agreement, then?”

“Not that he’d care. But, sure.”

Laila taps on her phone and sets it down, and then looks out her side of the car like she’s in deep thought again. And, suddenly, I know what I need to do. I pull out my phone and tap out a quick text, and then pull Laila to me after pressing send.

I kiss the side of Laila’s head. “Stop worrying, baby. Everything is going to work out fine.”

“I hope so.”

“When we get home, we’re going to open a contraband bottle of wine. And you’re going to drink a glass or two or three.”

“I promised I wouldn’t drink, while you’re not allowed to drink.”

“Desperate times call for desperate measures. You’re going to drink some wine and relax. You’re going to get nice and horny and loose, while we eat whatever the chef left for us. And when you’re feeling really good, and really naughty, I’m going to take you upstairs and fuck you like I hate you.”

She giggles. “Oooh. You’re going to help me ‘get into character’ for tomorrow, are you?”

“You’ve already figured me out. Yep, I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll remember what it feels like to want to fuck me to death. And tomorrow, when it’s time for you to tap into your inner bitch, all you’ll need to do is remember the way I fucked you like a dirty little whore the night before, and you’ll be off to the races.”

Sixteen

Laila

With “Hate Sex High” blaring—which is creating a kinky kind of “life imitating art imitating life” energy between Savage and me—Savage is fucking me hard, doggie style, in our bed. So damned hard, I feel like the tip of his cock is going to poke out my mouth with the next beastly thrust. I grip the sheet beneath me, as the top of my head bangs against the headboard, and do everything in my power not to come. Throughout this entire, raucous session of sex with Savage, which has involved multiple positions thus far and a whole lot of groaning and screaming by me, Savage has repeatedly forbidden me from coming. “Not unless I’ve given you permission,” he keeps saying. And, holy hell, it’s been a tall order, thanks not only to the wine I had earlier with our meal, but the way Savage has been fucking and eating and fingering me, masterfully, for the past hour. Time after time, he’s gotten me right to the edge. And then, he backs off and switches things up. Time after time, I’ve cried out with pleasure, and begged him to say the word. But each time, he’s pulled out, or stopped whatever he was doing and told me to shut up and do as I’m told.

“Please,” I beg, feeling myself, yet again, on the bitter cusp of release.

“Not yet,” he barks, making me moan. Without warning, he pulls my head back by my hair and growls into my ear. “Now put your vibrator against your clit again on low. And don’t come.”

We’ve been playing with my toy, now and again, all night. I packed it in my suitcase in the first place, thinking I might need it, occasionally. But this is the first time I’ve used it since moving in. And what a way to reconnect with my loyal and efficient “ex-boyfriend”—by having a threesome with it and the best lover I’ve ever had, by a long mile.

“I’m gonna come,” I announce. “Oh, God.”

“Nope.”

Savage pulls me upright, onto my knees. His frontside pressed against my backside, he roughly spreads my thighs apart and orders me to return the vibrator to my tip. “On low again. Now.”

Trembling, I press the vibrator between my legs, as instructed, while Savage runs his palms greedily over my torso. He gropes my breasts and nipples. Bites