Buried Notes (Brothers of Rock #4) by Karolyn James, K James Page A

planted her feet hard against the bed. She
lifted herself, guiding Chris into her. Her hand pushed at his lower back again
and Chris finally gave up and offered all of himself to Becky. He came down
with force, fully entering Becky.
    She let out a cry and Chris pulled
back, putting his hands to the bed, wanting to watch Becky’s sexy body and
beautiful face. He slowly guided himself out and right back in. Becky looked at
him, her eyes full of pleasure and need.
    Becky’s hands were then at Chris’s
sides, near his backside, playing and teasing, clawing at him when he thrust
hard, pushing at him when he didn’t thrust hard. Chris stayed with Becky,
giving her everything she wanted and needed. But he had to fight his own urges in
order to keep pleasuring Becky. It was well worth it to watch Becky lift her
body for him, arch her back when he sped up, and feel her nails digging at him.
Chris was soon on his knees, his hands sliding along Becky’s body. At her
breasts, he paused so his fingers touched her, feeling and savoring the
hardness and softness of her nipples. He loved the way Becky gripped the bed
sheets, moving her own body as fast as she could.
    When Becky finally reached up and
touched Chris’s face, he moved back down to her. She wrapped her legs around
Chris’s body, keeping him in place. The moment grew intense. It was both sensual
and romantic the way Becky touched his face and stared into his eyes. They
spoke without saying a word, their bodies providing everything they needed for
each other.
    Chris could see the burning desire
deep within Becky. Maybe this was her way of chasing away fresh pain on an old
memory. Fair enough. But what struck him was how he felt. Without the usual
sting of a buzz rolling through his body, numbing anything he didn’t want to
face, his heart felt ten times larger, racing like he had fallen hard and fast
for someone. Better yet, he didn’t want it to end. The ultimate climax came for
Becky, her hands now at Chris’s back. Her nails digging harder than ever. Her
back arching, forcing her breasts to push up, leaving Chris with a hunger he
needed to satisfy before it ended. As he teased Becky’s nipples she began to
come harder, her body pulsing and throbbing against him, wanting him to do the
same.
    “Oh, Chris,” Becky moaned, the
first words spoken in what felt like hours.
    Chris responded with a grunt and
then as Becky straightened her back, Chris came down to her body hard and
buried his face into the curve of her neck. He smelled her hair, her skin. His
tongue flicked, tasting the night, the bar, her perfume, her desperation, her
sweat. He thrust hard at Becky, feeling his legs tightening. His tongue made a
quick line along her neck to her throat. He followed up to her chin and as his
top lip touched her bottom lip he began to come.
    With one more deep thrust, Chris
held himself deep within Becky, releasing.
    They kissed long after both their
bodies began to relax and when Chris finally moved from Becky’s body, she
turned to her side to face him.
    They kissed again.
    Soft, gentle kisses.
    Flirting kisses.
    They both smiled and then started
to laugh, for no reason at all.
    “Wow,” Becky whispered.
    “Wow is right,” Chris said. “Hope
that takes the sting off anything you’re feeling.”
    Becky kissed him and whispered,
“It’s perfect... I don’t feel a thing...”
    Chris rolled to his back and pulled
Becky to him. Her head rested on his chest and that’s where the night began to
come to an end. The high of the show had long worn off, but the high of Becky
was fresh, leaving his heart bouncing.
    He held Becky and he had no idea
why, but he didn’t want to let her go. It was the only time since Chasing Cross
had their first official practice that Chris didn’t want to be near the band.
That he had something else to be interested in.
    And it scared the hell out of him.
    Morning came way too soon and Chris
woke to find Becky on her left side, her back