His Curvy Bride - Nichole Rose Page 0,8

fucking magnificent.

I place my hand on her arm as the first chorus draws to a close, silently signaling to her that I'm going to take over on the second verse. She quiets as I press my body as close to hers as I can get, sharing the microphone with her. We change places seamlessly, me singing lead while she backs me up. Her sweet voice rings out loud and clear, not a hint of nervousness to be found.

We sing the third verse together, swapping back and forth and playing with it. It sounds natural, right. Like this is how the song was always supposed to sound. It's somehow better than I imagined it would be. I know that's because of her.

By the time the song draws to a close, the simple piano refrain fading, I'm absolutely convinced she was born to sing. I'm also determined that she's going to be singing with me. When this song releases, she won't simply be singing backup. This is a duet. Just like we're going to be.

The music stops and the light clicks off.

I spin her around to face me.

"Jesus, little dove," I whisper, staring at her in awe. "That fucking voice is incredible."

"It was good?" she asks, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth again.

"Good?" I shake my head, amazed she doesn't know how talented she really is. Instead of trying to convince her of that, I decide to let the proof speak for itself. "Soren, play it back!" I demand and then wait until he does as instructed. "Listen to yourself, angel."

Her green eyes widen as she listens, her mouth popping open like she's surprised at how incredible it sounds.

"I want to run it again," I murmur to her when the song ends. "This time, I'll start and you'll join in, taking over lead vocals on the second verse. We'll tackle the third together like we just did, okay?"

She nods eagerly. If she's still nervous, there isn't an ounce of it showing in those expressive eyes. It's been shoved aside, forgotten in the face of her desire to run with my idea and see where it leads us. Her animated expression and genuine excitement feed my own, making my heart pound with anticipation. There's a connection between us I've never felt before, something deep and powerful trying to wing its way to the surface. I'm dying to give it flight and watch it grow.

I press my lips to her forehead before turning her around to face the mic.

"Soren, get ready to record again."

Chapter Three

Cami

"I would give it all up, do it all again," Bentley croons, his sexy voice sending chills through me. He is incredible, his voice haunting as he rips off the proverbial mask and exposes his deepest desires in his music. It's hard to reconcile this man with the one I've seen on stage with his guitar, killing it night after night. That version of Bentley is a beast. This one is open, his longing obvious. "Shatter and fall too fast, too far, to pieces, for one night with you."

"With you," I sing, harmonizing with him. My body sways back and forth, completely relaxed as he holds me close to him to share the microphone with me.

"So, baby, I gotta know," he sings, before I join in to sing the last line together, "Would you stay?" Our voices are little more than a whisper as the piano fades to silence.

Once the music dies, we stay where we're at until the light clicks off, letting us know we're no longer being recorded.

"That's the one, little dove," he says, his warm breath blowing across the side of my face. His beard tickles my sensitive skin. "Fuck me. You sound incredible."

I feel my cheeks heating again, but I can't help it. I think Riley and Kasen are right about him. He isn't an asshole at all. I'm slightly worried he's insane because he keeps saying really crazy things, but he's been so sweet to me since I walked into the studio. No matter how many times I messed up, he never lost patience with me or got irritated.

Singing with him is the most amazing experience. It's like he knows what I'm going to do next and automatically prepares for it, sometimes before I even know. I'm not afraid anymore. It's hard to be nervous when he's right beside me, his presence coaxing me to relax and sing like I never have before. He is??od, I think my crush is growing by the minute