Page 28 of Lost Lyrebird

My father used to say, “There’s no justice and no fairness in this life.Get over it and find the sparks of hope and peace that remain.”I feel like this is one of those times.I may not find what I’ve lost.I may not ever fully recover from my head trauma.But does that mean I should deny myself every good thing that comes along?

Lily studies me as if she knows I’m warring with myself.

My gaze blatantly trails down her body, taking in every silken inch, all the way from her wickedly sinful, rock-hard nipples to her bare toes.Before I can blink, she’s moving straight towards me.She reaches the end of the stage and then begins to descend the steps.Her hips swing wide with each step.

Oh fuck!

I comb both hands through my hair, trying to calm myself down.But with the look in her eyes and the lyrics hinting at all the naughty things we could do to each other, it’s a losing game.

She circles me slowly, her fingers barely touching my shoulders and the tips of my hair, sending a shudder down my spine.

She places a finger under my chin, lifting my face.Her gaze travels over my features.Then her hands are in my hair.The sensation of her hands tenderly combing through my hair has a half-growl, half-groan rumbling out of my chest.It feels so fucking good.So right.

There’s something there, something precious in her eyes, and desire sitting alongside whatever it is.

Before I can demand she never stop, her hands trail to my shoulders, and she begins to dance.

Gradually, she lets one side of the shirt fall off her shoulder, then the other.With her legs parted, her knees move languidly, the long waves of hair swaying in opposition.She turns and eases the hem of the shirt down, teasing and torturing me as she hides and reveals the luscious globes of her ass from sight.She bends forward over her legs but turns her head to keep eye contact with me.

This close-up view, the unquenchable need to touch, almost unravels every bit of my control.While studying my expression, she reaches behind her and unlatches her bra.

I’m not at all prepared when the sheer material drops to the floor.

Because fuck the Grand Canyon.Fuck Niagara Falls.Fuck Yellowstone and the Grand Tetons.This—right fucking here— is the best view I’ve seen in all thirty-nine of my years.

A sight I could never get enough of.

She motions for me to turn in my chair, and I do.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, my subconscious screams,You shouldn’t be doing this!But that part of my brain is drowned out by the pure, unfiltered cravings for this woman who currently has my cock’s fealty.

I’m goddamn desperate for a taste of everything she’s offering.

Before I can get my bearings, she’s on me, straddling my thighs and sitting on my stiff cock, her nipples brushing over my pecs.

Testing the waters, I skim my hand down her spine.Soft to the touch, and I’ll be damned if she doesn’t arch like a cat.Hungry as hell for more, I hold onto her hip, tentatively, then more aggressively as if to show her that I’m committing to stepping over this line with her.We both crossed it ages ago, might as well revel in it now.

I grind up as she presses down, and a moan simultaneously escapes both our mouths.Her light-blue eyes hold mine captive.Then she’s snaking her hands through my hair as her mouth nears mine.She stops a millimeter away from making contact.Our heavy breaths dance for what seems like an eternity.

Before we can fall into a kiss, she pulls back, bending away from me, laying her body out like a banquet on my lap, until she’s bent over my legs and her hair is spilling over the floor.Though disappointment pierces my chest, I feast on what’s before me.My eyes raking over her flat stomach, her sinfully gorgeous round tits, the tight little buds of her nipples, the miles of beautiful skin, every bit so divine I feel fucking unworthy.

She grabs my right hand and runs it roughly between the valley of her breasts and down over her stomach.I let her hand be my guide until it gets a mind of its own.

Lily palms her tit and squeezes one nipple.My other hand travels south, teasing the top edge of her panties.My thumb lightly plays there, tentatively sweeps underneath.An inch, then three.And I watch, mesmerized, as her entire body shivers.

She comes back up to face me.Her hand moves up my chest, up my neck, and in no time, her fingers softly caress my bottom lip.She moves forward as if to kiss me, veering off at the last second to press her cheek to mine.Her breaths tickle the shell of my ear.

“Open,” she demands.She draws back, then slowly slides her thumb into my mouth.As I stare into her seductive crystal eyes, my tongue studies her taste, her sugary taste.It’s sweet and addictive.

She bites her lip and her eyes close.I swear to God, I come a little at the sight.

The song ends, and silence descends.

Lily and I both blink, as if coming out of a mental fog.We sit, stare, and suck in air as if we just fucked each other raw.

“Tell me you’ve got a box of tissues lying around here somewhere,” Bodie mutters.“My boxers are wet as fuck.”

It’s like we forgot we weren’t alone.In the seconds that follow, her finger comes out of my mouth.She dips her face and then takes a moment to look around.At Bodie, at me, at our positions as if to ensure that yep… I’m still here and she’s still on my lap, riding my happy and hard-as-fuck dick.She scrambles off.Her eyes won’t meet mine as she gathers her shirt and bra.