A Love Song for Always - Piper Lawson Page 0,49

I diverted one case of it for the hotel staff, who’ve been amazing while we’re here.

The attendants disperse, and I thread my hand through Annie’s. Her ring rests against my skin, and I love the feel of it.

“I have plans for us. We’re going for a ride.”

I cover her eyes and walk her toward the circular drive in front of the hotel. When I pull back my hands, her attention lands on the motorcycle.

Annie’s jaw drops. “Oh my God. I love it.” She circles the bike, running her hands over it before her gaze returns to mine. “Where are we going?”

“I have a spot in mind.”

I shift onto it, and she gets on behind me. I navigate us through back roads to a beautiful secluded area, complete with protective trees, on a bluff.

“I can hear the fruit doves,” Annie gushes. “It feels like we’re on the edge of the world.”

“I always feel like that with you.”

I shift her around so she’s in front of me and run my hands down her jaw, my thumbs brushing her lips.

Her slow smile is stunning. “The way you’re looking at me might get me pregnant.”

“But it might not, so why take the chance?”

I kiss her once, twice, our lips clinging as if the friction is essential. She rubs on me, and I know she’s wet under those panties. My fingers stroke up her legs as she hooks them around me.

Every stroke of her hands over my chest, my arms, is heavier than the last, as if stopping touching me would be impossible. When she works my jeans down and I spring free, she licks her lips.

“How’s the view?” I ask breathlessly.

“Spectacular.”

My fingers sink inside her, and she arches her back as I fill her. She rides my hand as if it’s her job. The way she takes her pleasure from me, with the ultimate trust and love, undoes me.

We’ve had plenty of time together this past week, but so far I’m insatiable. Every second she’s not naked in my arms, I’m thinking about what I’ll do to make her that way. What I’ll do the next time she is.

But I blame it on her too. Every time we come up for air, I’ll catch her watching me with the kind of love and devotion I didn’t know existed in this world before her.

“Need you,” I grunt when I can’t take it anymore.

Annie’s gold eyes flash. “Take me.”

I withdraw my fingers and brush them across her lips. I kiss her hard, tasting her as I position myself between her thighs.

“Bike sex is awkward. They didn’t make these for sex,” she mumbles against my mouth.

“You’d think. You giving up?”

“Hell no.”

I rock into her, my cock finding its way to where it most wants to be. Her body gives, accommodating my greedy demands despite the angle. She gasps, bracing on the handlebars behind her.

I want to last forever, but with her like this, we’re already on the edge of the world. It takes nothing to remind me that this is everything.

A dozen heavy strokes and my breath is laboring. The way her hair lifts in the breeze, her nipples puckered through her bra, doesn’t help me stay in control.

“All I need is this. You.” I press against her clit, rubbing a tight little circle in the way that drives her crazy, and she explodes against me. She calls my name; her body clenches around me, her throat working these strangled cries that make me feel like a god.

Once I’ve given her every second of pleasure I can, I take my own.

It’s unreal every time—because Annie makes me more powerful and more vulnerable than I’ve ever been in my life.

After, when I shift to make her more comfortable, she asks, “You think I’m pregnant now?”

“At least if you are, our kid will have something. A record label.”

“Mhmm, because he or she would’ve had nothing without Wicked.” She shakes her head, smiling.

But I’m a part owner. The deal is going through, with some help from Finn. I guess when something’s meant to be, it’ll happen in its own time.

“I’m not involved at all,” I remind her. “Three more weeks of wedded bliss before the tour.”

“I’ll come visit you.”

“You’d better.” I kiss her. “I wish you were coming with me.”

“Me too. But I want to finish this show. But for the next three weeks, I’m not thinking of anything but us.”

“Good.”

I have a few surprises for her. Like that I tweaked the touring schedule so I can surprise her at