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“Go, take your woman and show her how proud you are of her,” Cole tells Langston. “We’ll get you on the studio schedule,” he starts to tell us and then pauses, worry flying across his face. “We should have asked, but will being in the mansion be a problem?”
“Why would it?” Langston’s eyebrows pull together before smoothing out in realization. “I’ll be fine. I’ve been keeping up with sessions and meetings. Now I’ll be able to find an in-person meeting. I’m good, man. Promise.”
Cole studies my man for a long moment before his eyes slide to me and soften. “Yeah, finding something better, something that fills the holes in your soul changes everything,” there’s a knowing in his voice and I can’t help but be filled with warmth.
The next thing I know, Langston has thrown me over his shoulder and starts to leave the studio. The sound of protest dies in my throat as his hand clamps down on my thighs and my pussy clenches around nothing. The guys laugh behind us, but Langston doesn’t slow down.
“We’ll just listen to the recording one more time,” Booker teases, “don’t worry about us.”
“Langston,” I hiss as his long strides take us farther from the studio and closer to his room in the mansion, “you have to go back. We were in a meeting.”
“Meeting’s over,” he growls.
He doesn’t stop until we’re in his room and I’m launched onto the bed. I bounce and find myself in a very unladylike lump. I probably look like a mess, but the way Langston is staring down at me with heat in his eyes tells a different story.
His hand wraps around my ankle and he pulls me to the edge of the bed as he falls to his knees.
My voice is breathless, “What are you doing?”
“Songstress,” he groans as his hands roam over my body and he follows until he’s hovering over me and staring down into my eyes. “Exploring,” he grunts, the glint in his eyes making me clench my thighs together. “And showing you how fucking proud I am of you.”
“Just proud?” The question slips free from my lips, and I clap a hand over my mouth. Not that it’ll suck the words back into my mouth.
Langston chuckles, the sound light and full of love. “I feel so much more when it comes to you, Cove,” his voice is so full of sincerity that it makes it hard for me to breathe. “I love you.”
I gasp, my eyes going wide, and I reach for him without even thinking about it. I cling to him, needing his strength to anchor myself to this moment, to make it real. As I look into his eyes, there is fear there, real fear. But it’s not because of what he feels for me. It’s the fear of loss, the fear of grief, the fear of being vulnerable and having the world you build blown up around you.
“I love you too, Langston Phillips.” There is strength in my words, in my soul. “I love you so fucking much. I want what you want—to make music with you, to stand beside you as we slay our demons, to see the world and to love you as we do. That’s my dream.”
His mouth claims mine, hot and wet, passion and fire. “I’m going to make all your dreams come true,” he promises.
I melt into the bed as he strips me down to nothing. I’ve never felt more beautiful than I do in this moment. I’ve never felt more seen.
He loves every curve of my body. I can feel it in the way he touches me, the way he kisses me, the way he looks at me from across a crowded room. Didn’t the meeting just moments ago prove it?
He stood up for me. For what we have found together. He wasn’t going to allow anyone to stand in the way and he was willing to fight.
My heart swells with love for this man.
“We’ll always make music together, Songstress,” he whispers.
“Always,” I echo as my back arches when he fills me to the hilt with one thrust of his hips.
When did he even undress?
Fuck it; it doesn’t matter.
I move my hips to meet him, finding the rhythm and the melody easily because it flows through my soul when I’m with this man.
My dreams were always bigger than I thought I was capable of. I figured they might as well be prayers.
But now I know, they weren’t nearly big enough because look at what I’ve found, at what I’ve been given.
My hands tighten on the shoulders of my man as he fucks me harder our pleasure building. No matter what happens, no matter where our life leads us I know I’ll never let go.
“Love you, Cove,” Langston groans, his cock thickening right before he comes.
I’m right there with him and moaning, “Love you, Langston.”
