Page 2 of Everything After (Everything Trilogy)

LILY

As I glanced out toward the corporate boxes in the first tiered seating, a recollection suddenly hit me, stopping me in my tracks. An instant shockwave coursed through my body that left a tingling sensation present in its wake.

I almost forgot the words of the song I’d been singing when the flashback from many years before came to mind. The venue brought back fond memories of the night when Alfie’s band, Crakt Soundzz, had been discovered by Sly Records’ executives.

It was also the night I believed that no one else would make my heart pound in the same way as being in the presence of my husband did.

Not that our journey had been an easy ride for us before we’d finally gotten together. Due to Alfie’s reluctance to commit in the beginning, our lack of communication and his secrets, it had taken years before we had arrived on the same page.

Yet, the heartache of those times had been worth it because with luck, dedication and Alfie’s determination, we’d realized our dreams as musicians and as a couple had learned that it was possible to have it all.

Movement to the side of the stage caught my eye, and I almost collapsed to the floor from the sudden shockwave that coursed through me when I saw my beautiful husband grinning toward me.

Confused and elated, my lips formed a wide grin while my voice faltered.

Fortunately, Cody followed my gaze, caught the line I was supposed to sing, then scowled and leaned in to talk to me.

“Did you know he was coming?” he questioned before singing his part of the bridge without missing a beat. I shook my head, my gaze wandering back to my gorgeous man who’d flown in from California to surprise me.

Fortunately, Alfie’s appearance coincided with the end of the gig, and I didn’t have long to wait before I was in his arms.

Swooping in like my knight in shining armor, Alfie whisked me off to a luxurious night of pampering at a hotel that had a note of sophistication rather than the usual hotel XrAid frequented during our visits to London.

There had barely been time for my post-gig shower when two massage therapists, Alfie had previously arranged for us, showed up at the door.

“What are we celebrating?” I asked as I relaxed into the feel of expensive oil being lavished over the top half of my body, my lower half covered by a soft warm towel.

“Oh, God, right there,” Alfie muttered, distracted from my question by the pressure the male masseur exerted on Alfie’s left shoulder. Seeing Alfie’s face contorted into a mixture of ecstasy and pain with his eyes still closed made me chuckle.

“Hm, where have I heard that before?” I asked in a teasing tone. The poor therapist massaging me coughed like she was choking. Alfie opened his eyes and gave me a lopsided grin.

“Oh, come on… isn’t that your usual chant whenever I’m deep inside you?” he tossed back, making my cocky comment backfire.

“I’m not the one making all the noise now, am I?” I countered defensively, shaking off his embarrassing come back.

“Not right now… but give it an hour. Then we’ll see who’s doing all the talking.

Although…” he paused, squinting like he was deep in thought, then he rolled onto his back.

The towel covering his lower body slid to the floor.

The therapist checked out my husband’s cock and his eyes widened the moment he saw his Apadravya.

“Come to think of it,” Alfie muttered after pausing for dramatic effect.

“Yours is more like, ‘ohhh, that’s it. Right there, Alfie. don’t you dare stop…

Ohhhhh, Goooooooood’,” he groaned seductively as he slapped his palms against the leather padded table to mimic me having an orgasm.

My therapist bit back a grin until Alfie’s eyes met mine. Quickly, she tucked her lips into her tight closed mouth like she was toothless.

Alfie expected to get a rise out of me, but I countered his comment with a nonchalant roll of my eyes. “Oh, please, Alfie. You’re making yourself sound like you’re some kind of stud that I can’t handle.”

“Baby, you can handle me, but you can’t do that without telling everyone in earshot you’re doing it.”

I held up my hand to signal for my therapist to stop, wrapped the towel over my boobs and sat up on the therapist’s table. “That’s it. There’s no point in continuing with this. These poor people are trying to relax us and all you’re doing is riling us up.”

“You started it,” he reminded me, chuckling

“I’ll start something else in a minute,” I mumbled in warning.

“That’s it. You guys need to leave. Alfie’s obviously in a playful mood which does nothing to help me relax.”

“Yeah, great idea. Besides, I know exactly how to relax you,” he remarked, wagging his brows. He jumped down off the table, then sat back on it with his legs swinging toward the floor.

“Something tells me this is going to be a long night, Alfie Black,” I muttered, shaking my head while I bit back a smile.

“Obviously, I haven’t seen you in a while.” Turning to face the girl who’d been massaging me, he said, “Thanks for warming my wife up for me, but I think I can take it from here.”

“Enough, Alfie!” I admonished when I saw the girl blush.

“Oh, come on, I bet in her line of work she’s seen and heard worse than that. And anyway, what do you think we’re gonna be doing after they leave.”

I glanced toward the therapist who was hastily packing up her equipment. “Thanks for your service,” I offered. Casting her eyes up toward me, she gave me a tight smile. “You’re welcome,” she mumbled, looking embarrassed.

Alfie hopped down from his table while his therapist packed up and strode naked into the suite lounge and came back with his money clip. He peeled three hundred-dollar bills for each of the workers and handed them over.

“Please put some pants on,” I muttered, watching the female therapist checking out his junk again.

“New rule. Pants are not allowed for the next forty-eight hours,” he shot back.

Both therapists glanced toward each other before they began to leave. Once Alfie followed and ensured the door was locked behind them, he turned and pressed his back against it. “Now, Mrs. Black, have I earned the privilege to get down and dirty with you?” he asked playfully.

“I’d be sorely disappointed that you’d come all this way and didn’t,” I replied in my best seductive tone.

“Oh, I guarantee we’ll come, you’ll likely be sore… but I aim never to disappoint you.”