Текст книги "The Song Remains the Same"

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“You’ve always been my favorite, Phil. All my friends thought Jason was the hot one, but I always wanted you. Tall, dark, and so fuckin’ handsome.”

Then, she fuckin’ smashed her face on mine. Her mouth mushed against my mouth, and I grabbed her waist to push her off me. But she took it as a sign of something else entirely and ground down on me.

My dick couldn’t be bothered. If anything, that motherfucker shriveled up and tried to invert itself. I opened my mouth to yell at her to get off my junk, but she shoved her tongue down my throat.

She tasted so, so, so wrong. Foreign and just…not Kenna.

Standing up, I dumped her assless self on the concrete floor, spitting the taste of her on the ground by her foot, and I wiped my mouth. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Koko?”

“I…I thought…” Her face turned red.

She fuckin’ damn well should be embarrassed.

“I thought we were having a good time—”

“We were! As fuckin’ professionals workin’ together. You…you just fuckin’ contaminated my ass!”

“Wh-what?” she shrieked. “Contaminated?”

“Yeah! Fuckin’ contaminated!” I roared at her.

I was so fuckin’ pissed that I was seeing red. The taste of her coated my mouth, and it was so disgusting to me that I had to spit again.

Pointing at my chest, to Kenna’s tattoo, I snapped, “You see this? It doesn’t fuckin’ read Koko, does it?”

“N-no—”

“N-no? What the fuck, man?”

“I ju-just thought…”

She was terrified, and she fuckin’ should be.

Right then, I hated that little shit and everything about her—the obscene amount of makeup caking her face, her fuckin’ pink shirt and matching Chucks, her squeaky-ass voice that bitched and whined constantly.

“You thought what exactly?” I snarled. “You thought that since my Baby Girl is in no condition to fuck my ass, I’d just stick it in the first thing that offered itself up? Kenna is my whole fuckin’ life! What? You think because she is in pain and can’t handle a decent fuck that I’d just up and find somethin’ to have on the side?”

“Pain?”

My eyes crossed. I was that mad. “Fuck you, you crazy bitch. What kind of person tries to get a man to cheat on the love of his life? What sort of person do you think I am? And who the fuck do you think you are?” I sneered. “It’s women like you, Koko, who ruin it for all the wonderful, decent ones out there. You ain’t nothin’ but cheap groupie shit, and I’m sick of your ass bein’ here. Now, get your shit, and get the fuck out. I’m closin’ down the studio, and I’ll have Flipper let you know if I decide to let your flat ass back in.”

Koko scrambled to her feet, tears pouring down her face, streaking her freaky black eyeliner. “I’m sorry. I didn’t kn-know—”

“Just fuck off,” I snapped. I turned to grab my shirt off the bench when I saw them.

Connor…and Kenna.

By the looks on their faces, they had seen the whole fuckin’ thing.

“Fuck!” I screamed.

Whipping around, I threw the damp, wadded up shirt across the jam-out area. Then, I grabbed a water bottle and chucked it, too, right into Koko’s drum kit. Koko screamed and crouched down into a ball, covering her head with her arms.

Shaking so hard, I was ready to beat something half to death.

That fuckin’ skanky shit shoved her nasty tongue in my mouth, polluting me for my Baby Girl—

“Phil?” Kenna’s voice instantly cooled the raging fire in me, her hand pressing gently between my shoulder blades.

Koko gasped from her hunkered position on the floor. Turning around, I saw her looking at Kenna in surprise. Kenna’s face still had bruises, and her right eye hadn’t fully healed, but it looked so much better. She only looked a little banged up and so, so beautiful.

“Hey, Baby,” I said, looking into her eyes.

I wanted to put my arms around her…so I did. She rested her face above her tattoo and sighed, calming my heart.

“I’m sorry,” said Koko, shaking, while she tried to stand. “Kenna, I’m so—”

Filthy little shit! Pointing at Koko, I shouted, “You dare! You fuckin’ dare say her name when you were willin’ to—”

“Phil,” Kenna said softly.

“She can’t hear you, Koko,” Connor told her. “She lost her hearing in the explosion.”

“I didn’t know—”

“Can you please get her the fuck out of here?” I asked Connor, my patience at an end.

Why she wouldn’t leave, I couldn’t fuckin’ guess.

“Come on, Koko,” said Connor.

The woman turned and jogged out of my sight, Connor sighing and following.

All I could feel right then was my woman pouring her cool, calm waters over my flames. My arms tightened around her, and I rested my chin on top of her head, breathing her in.

“It’s okay,” she told me.

“It ain’t,” I grumped.

“Connor said we could come, so I could feel you playing the drums. Will you play for me?”

I wanted to go home and boil myself, scour my fucking mouth clean. Then, I wanted to kiss every inch of Kenna, tell her I loved her a million different ways. I was through with keeping my distance. I didn’t know what I had been thinking. It had been wrong to leave her like that. It had been selfish on my part. Just because I couldn’t touch her like I wanted to, I’d decided for the both of us that neither of us could have the comfort of the other.

How fuckin’ stupid can I be? No wonder people were talking shit! I fuckin’ treated her like shit! What’s the worst that could’ve happened? I’d have whacked off more?

Kenna had needed me, and I had let her down. Because I was scared to touch her, I had deprived her of everything I had to offer. She needed my support and strength, and I’d abandoned her because she made my dick too hard.

I’m a fuckin’ lowlife loser.

Kenna wrapped her arms around my waist, hugging me tight. “It’s okay, babe,” she told me. “I know you didn’t mean to.”

She could’ve been talking about the fuckin’ Koko episode, but I knew she wasn’t. She knew I had just realized what an absolute douche I was.

“Let’s go home, okay? You can play for me some other time.”

Connor had decided to stay and work on the new music while I took my Baby Girl home to my place. She hadn’t been here since before her clinic blew up, and that was depressing. I hadn’t slept here myself, but I’d been showering here on a daily basis. Kenna could have probably benefited from the tub to soak her sore muscles.

God, I was an utter douche bag. Scum. How could I have had the fuckin’ nerve to leave her alone, to let her wallow in her depression, to fuckin’ contribute to it? Fuck, I hate myself so much right now. I don’t deserve to scrape the dirt from her flip-flops, let alone call myself her man.

Needing to feel clean, I brought her into the bathroom with me. Kenna just stood there and stared off into the distance. When I started stripping off my clothes, she turned to leave.

But I wouldn’t let her.

Pulling her back into the bathroom, I slowly stripped her, too. Although surprised at first, Kenna was happy to let me tug off her T-shirt and jeans. I was fuckin’ hard as marble, but that didn’t mean I had to think with my dick. She was beautiful.

Why wouldn’t I be hard?

Naked. Naked, naked, naked.

My Baby Girl was the epitome of all that was beautiful in my life. She was a little shy since she hadn’t been naked with me in nearly three weeks. Because of the scabs, the patches of pale skin from where it’d fallen off, the faded bruising, she didn’t feel beautiful anymore. I had made her feel that way.

“I should have told you every damn day how beautiful you were,” I told her, taking her face in my hands. Looking deep into those emerald windows to her soul, I hoped she understood me even if she couldn’t hear me. “I never should have left your side. I promised I would never leave you behind, and I broke that. I abandoned you when you needed me most. I tell you that you mean the world to me, but the second shit got hairy, I failed. I was so wrong, Kenna. I’m so, so sorry.”

Smiling, her cheeks smooshed between my palms. She nodded, letting me know she understood. “No worries,” she said.

No worries. Kenna was fuckin’ heaven-sent.

Fierce pride for this woman rose in me like a swelling tsunami, strong and absolute. She deserved so much better, but all she wanted was me. There was no way I could stop myself from kissing her right then.

Lifting her in my arms, I carried her into the shower. I scrubbed her up, touching and kissing her, telling her without words how amazing she was. I couldn’t get carried away. I wouldn’t let myself.

It wasn’t about that.

It was about her. It would always be about her.

I kissed between her eyebrows and then on her nearly healed up Sith Lord eye and the other one, too, before moving on to her nose, cheeks, sweet mouth, chin.

“I love you…” she sighed, just feeling.

“I love you,” I replied before kissing down her neck and along her shoulder.

I stopped there. I wanted to do this with her on the bed, not standing in the shower. Kissing her one last time on her lips, I reluctantly let her go and reached for the soap.

“Can I do that?” she asked.

She looked so hopeful that there was no way I could say no.

She soaped me up, avoiding my groin area.

Bless her.

As she squatted down to wash my legs, she was in serious danger of being stabbed in the eye with my dick. I was so hard that it felt like it would pop if she so much as looked at it. By the time she stood back up, I was panting.

“I want you, too,” she said, smiling softly. “I’ve missed you so much, babe.”

Groaning, I pulled her into my arms, kissing her harder than I’d meant to, crushing her to me. My poor dick was sandwiched between us, pressing hard into her belly.

Fuck, I ain’t gonna make it.

The hell I wouldn’t.

Somehow, I was able to get us out of the shower, dried off, and back into our room. Watching as she stretched out on our bed, I noticed Kenna was glowing, just fuckin’ radiant, like I hadn’t seen in a long-ass time.

“Wanna smoke?” she asked, smiling brightly.

I wanna make you come. I wanna watch your face as I push my dick in you. I wanna hear you scream my name and feel your teeth bitin’ the fuck outta me. I wanna feel your pussy gripping me and tripping with that tiny heartbeat.

“Yeah,” I replied on an exhale.

I nodded, and she gave me a thumbs-up, like I was the deaf one.

Joint. Ashtray. Lighter.

I lay down beside her and sparked up the spliff—damn it, again!

Then, I handed it over to her.

On her belly, Kenna propped herself up on her elbows, her sexy rear on display. Her skin was so soft as I skimmed my fingertips down her ass, over the fading bruise that had taken over that sweet cheek. Big, firm, and bouncy—my Baby Girl had the most awesome ass. I fuckin’ loved walking behind her, watching it wink with each step.

“So, my appointment’s at eleven o’clock tomorrow,” she said.

My gaze went from her ass to her eyes.

“Connor’s going to take me—”

“I’m takin’ you,” I told her.

Her eyebrows rose. “What?”

Jumping out of bed, I got a pen and a ragged-looking notebook with clean paper in the back. I stretched out on my stomach next to her, and she handed me the joint. I took a few hits before writing what I’d said down.

“Well, I thought you might be busy,” she said.

My heart sank a little. I hadn’t given her much reason to count on me these days.

I have time, only for you.

“Connor says you’ve been working really hard on some new stuff. If you’d rather—”

Turning her face to mine, I shut her up with my mouth. “No, Baby.”

“Okay.”

Rolling onto my side, I started touching her again—her hair, her shoulder, down her spine. Just soft, light touches that made goose bumps shiver over her skin.

“My beautiful Baby Girl…how could I have hurt you like that?”

Kenna was flat on the bed, her face turned toward me, her eyes closed. When she felt my voice, she smiled.

“I miss that the most,” she confessed. “Your voice. I can hear you when I meditate, and it makes all of this easier to deal with. When I really need to hear you, I just sink into myself and listen.”

My eyes prickled at her words. How is it possible she loves me so much?

I deserved her anger. I deserved to be yelled at, hit around, busted up as bad as she had been. But here she was, showing me just how much I meant to her, that she could hear me deep inside herself.

“It’s not the same because I don’t feel it and hear it at the same time, but you’re always there for me.”

My fingers traced over her cheekbone, and she opened her eyes.

“What do you see in me?” she asked.

“Everythin’,” I replied, even though she couldn’t hear me. Lying down so that we were face-to-face, I said, “I see strength and love…so much love, Baby Girl. A steady stream of it, flowin’ out of you and cleansin’ the ones who are lucky enough to step foot in it. I see hurt and struggle, acceptance…forgiveness. Oh, Baby…” Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to hers, drowning in her scent, her taste. “I see my future, our future,” I said, my lips moving over hers. “And it’s so fuckin’ huge, so amazin’. It’s all love and love and more love.”

She closed her eyes again and sighed. “You won’t leave before I wake up?”

“No.”

She smiled, knowing what I’d said.

All night, I held her close, her face pressed to my neck, not a single bit of space between our bodies. Legs twined, arms wrapped around each other, I felt every beat of her heart.

When I thought back to that day, feeling the world shake and seeing the black mushroom cloud of death rising up into the sky, all I had begged for was that she make it. She had made it, and I’d ended up putting a world of distance between us anyway. It had felt unnatural, but I had still done it, and my excuses were fuckin’ lame, even to myself.

When she stirred in my arms, I tightened my grip on her.

“You’re still here,” she muttered, smiling a sleepy smile at me.

That stung. I knew she hadn’t meant for it to, but damn…I deserved that.

“Yeah,” I replied.

Never had I felt so elated yet so depressed. It defied fuckin’ logic, even my warped sense of logic. We were together. I was fuckin’ ecstatic to be waking up to her smile and the fuckin’ amazing feeling of her fine-ass self pressed all over me, yet there was no way I should even be allowed to hold her like this.

“What time is it?” she mumbled.

I held up four fingers and then five.

“Nine?”

I nodded.

Her hand skimmed down my rib cage, over my hip, and then up over a cheek.

Fuck me, how did I deny myself just this simple pleasure? The feel of her fingertips on me is enough to drive me apeshit.

And the feel of her beneath my hands, beneath all of me…

“You’ve lost weight,” she said softly.

I shrugged. I’d hardly noticed. Well, my pants had gotten baggier, but that was what belts were for. Being as big as I was, I had to eat all the time to keep weight on, and I hadn’t had much of an appetite.

“Should leave in about an hour or so…” she murmured, averting her gaze.

Kenna was trying to distract herself probably ’cause my morning wood was pushing into her belly. I could feel it in her—the need to feel me, make sure I was hers. I was feeling it, too. Reaching down, I took her hand and brought it to my lips, kissing her palm, without breaking eye contact. Those emerald windows opened just a little bit into the soul she had been recently guarding against me. Taking her hand, I put it on my heart.

Then, I slid it down the front of me and wrapped it around my dick.

“I’m yours,” I told her. “Only yours. You own me.”

Kenna’s eyes went liquid, kicking me in the chest.

Maybe I felt her wrong?

Perhaps she didn’t want to touch me after all.

“Please…” she said, her bottom lip starting to quiver.

Oh God. It wasn’t that.

She wanted me to touch her, too.

My Baby Girl was hot and slick, so soft, as my fingers slipped between her legs. I found her clit hard and pulsing, and I worked slow, gentle circles around it as she stroked me. Our eyes never left each other’s. I watched as her cheeks flushed roses, her lips parting to let her breath escape.

“I love you,” I told her, desperate for her to know it, to feel it.

“I love you, too,” she replied, reading my lips.

Closing her eyes, tears leaked out from beneath her lashes, and she bit her lip.

Fuck me.

She was magnificent. Just fuckin’ perfect.

“I’m coming…” she breathed.

My hand slid down, and I pushed my middle finger into her, groaning like a beast when I felt how wet she was. My dick twitched hard in her hand. It wanted in like a motherfucker.

No. Not until we know…

She gripped my finger and pulsed around it as I ground the heel of my hand against her clit. Gasping and whimpering, she came undone.

I came undone.

I buried my face in her neck and let out the most satisfied, hellish groan.

“I love you, Kenna Baby,” I said against her skin before kissing gently. “I’ll never leave you. I’m with you always, always…”

Waiting sucked. It all sort of compounded in me as I sat down by my lonesome while Kenna went for her scan.

When we’d come in, the doctor—the same one who had seen her when she was brought in that day, Dr. Linda Norimatsu—had decided that Kenna should have a CT scan, so organ damage could be better identified. Kenna had agreed. All I’d heard was radiation. That shit wasn’t good, but Kenna had said she’d hardly ever had any X-rays, and it wouldn’t hurt her in the long run. A CT scan would show what was going on in her ears better, and she really wanted to know what was up with that.

Dr. Norimatsu had given her a general checkup, taken some blood, injected her with some sort of dye, and made her get into a hospital gown. She’d gotten to keep her skivvies on, which had made me happy.

I had been given the boot to the waiting room.

As I’d been gearing up to make a huge stink, Kenna had taken my hand and smiled. “I’ll be fine. These things don’t take so long.”

I promised I wouldn’t leave you!

Dr. Norimatsu had nodded in agreement. “It’s quick, and we have the best machines. I have a radiologist who is here only to read her results, so you will have them today.”

“How long do the results usually take?” I’d asked with no clue as to what a radiologist was.

“Normally, a day or two. But I called in a favor for Dr. MacGregor, seeing as Kenna hasn’t gotten any hearing restored as of yet, and we love her here. From what I could see, her eardrums are healing nicely, but she should have gotten something back by now.”

Oh God, what the fuck does that mean?

So, I was sitting my massive ass in the waiting room. A couple of kids were staring at me, so I glared back at them. One chick kept checking me out. I’d bust her staring at me every time I looked up. She was cute, rocking that neck brace she had going on. It gave her a double chin.

My iPods were in my pockets, so I pulled one out and popped the buds in my ears. Led Zeppelin III sounded good, and I cranked that shit up, dropped my head back against the wall, and closed my eyes. When Kenna’s favorite song “Friends” came on, it made me smile, picturing her doing her sexy little hippie dance, hair swinging with the beat.

Halfway through “Celebration Day,” I got a light tap on my shoulder. Raising my head, I opened my eyes to see Neck Brace. I took out an earbud.

“Hi,” she said shyly.

“Hello,” I replied.

“Um, I was wondering…”

“What?”

She blushed to the roots of her light-brown hair. “Are you the singer for NOLA’s Junk?”

That surprised me, and it must’ve shown on my face because she went even redder. She didn’t look the type, I guessed.

“Yeah. Phil,” I said, holding out my hand to shake hers.

She got a bit woozy-looking when she took it.

“You look a bit ill. You wanna sit?” I said, indicating the empty seat next to me.

She plopped down and took a shaky breath. “Thanks. I was so nervous.”

That made me laugh. “Why?”

She just gave me a weird look. “You’re famous.”

“Naw, I wouldn’t say that. Just well known in certain circles. You a fan?”

“Yeah. My favorite album from you guys is Moniker Mayhem. A lot less dark than Addicted Masochist.”

Nodding my head, I smiled. “Yeah, it was a different vibe for us then. We were havin’ some good fun durin’ Moniker.”

“Um…I don’t know if it’s appropriate to be asking this in the waiting room of a hospital, but could I have your autograph?”

“Yeah, sure. But only if I can sign your brace.”

She grinned, showing a little gap between her two front teeth. “Even better.”

Searching my pockets, I found one of my markers. They were for marking up my writing, like mistakes and shit I wanna change around. I didn’t go around, hoping that people would ask me for my autograph.

I whipped out the red one. “What happened to you?” I asked.

“I was hit by a drunk driver and got a hairline fracture in my C3 vertebrae.”

“No shit. Is the guy in jail?”

“He died in the crash.”

“Fuck. That’s some hairy shit right there. How long ago?”

“Four and a half weeks. The whiplash was what did it. I couldn’t move for a while.”

“Yeah, I can imagine.”

“Can I ask why you’re here?”

“Waitin’ for my fiancée. She’s gettin’ a CT scan. She was in the bomb blast a few weeks ago.”

“Wow. That was awful. I saw it on the news. Only two people survived.”

I nodded. “Yeah, she was one of ’em.”

“What are they checking for?”

“Internal injuries that might not have shown up early on. She should be fine. She’s healin’ up real nice, except she hasn’t gotten her hearin’ back yet.”

“I’m sorry. Is she a fan of your music?”

Grinning, I replied, “Yeah. She’s our number one fan, hands down. It’s been rough. She’s a huge music freak. Grew up listenin’ to the classics. Her brother is in the band now.”

“I read an article that you guys got a fifth member. I think it was an interview with Jason Jones. The new guy plays rhythm guitar, right?”

“Yes and no. He’s way too talented to just do rhythm. He’s a musical genius. Connor’s his name.”

“Nice guy?”

“One of the best.” I waved the marker. “What’s your name, Neck Brace?”

“Samantha. Sam’s fine.”

“Sam, hold still, so I don’t fuck this up, yeah?”

She stiffened like a board and pointed her eyes up at the ceiling.

“Neck Brace Sam,” I read aloud as I wrote. It wasn’t like she could read it herself at the moment. “Thanks for lifting my spirits and talking about music! Best of luck, Phil Deveraux.”

“Cool!” she piped, cracking me up.

Capping the marker, I shoved it back in my pocket just as Kenna walked into the room. She smiled brightly and gave me a thumbs-up.

“That’s my Baby Girl, Sam. I gotta go. You get better fast, all right?”

“Thanks! I hope the same for your Baby Girl.”

A light pat on her shoulder, and I was on my feet and taking Kenna’s hand.

“Dr. Norimatsu said to come back by two, and we’ll have the results,” she told me as we walked out, her voice a little too loud. “I’m fucking starving!”

Several people looked in our direction in disgust over Kenna’s language, making me laugh. I pulled her back to stop her, and she looked at me. I held my finger to my lips.

“Oh!” she whispered, blushing. “Sorry!”

Unable to help myself, I kissed her in the middle of the corridor, not giving a fuck if we bothered anyone. I didn’t use tongue or anything, but I kissed her a couple of times until her cheeks were glowing.

Then, I took her out to lunch.

Dr. Norimatsu had us take a seat in front of her desk, and I got the worst feeling.

What if there’s something seriously wrong? Or her hearing is permanently damaged?

She’d be heartbroken if she could never hear music again.

Then, Dr. Norimatsu smiled. The knot around my lungs eased, and I could breathe again. She handed Kenna the file with the scan results, and Kenna silently read them to herself.

Dr. Norimatsu took pity on me. “She’s perfectly fine, Mr. Deveraux. No organ damage, and her hearing should come back. She mentioned she still has tinnitus, but it’s not excessive in volume. It is possible that she won’t recover her hearing one hundred percent, but she won’t be deaf forever. Hopefully, the tinnitus will be gone in a few more weeks.”

“Okay,” I said, exhaling loudly.

Next to me, Kenna was watching Dr. Norimatsu, trying to read her lips. Dr. Norimatsu smiled and gave her a thumbs-up, and my Baby Girl’s face filled with excitement.

That little shit turned her face to me, and at the top of her lungs, she said, “We can have sex again!”

My jaw dropped, my face going fuckin’ tomato.

Kenna pointed at me and laughed. “I could fry an egg on that!”

Dr. Norimatsu fuckin’ lost it, too.

The truck was parked in the hospital garage, and the second my ass slid behind the wheel, Kenna jumped me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, grinding her heat into me. Her delicious little mouth was on mine, pushing her tongue past my lips.

“I want you so bad,” she said, breathless. “I need to feel you, babe. I need you inside me.”

Oh, hells fuck yes!

My hands held her ass and squeezed, pulling her into me. We made out and dry-humped in the hot truck for a few minutes until she went for my fly.

“No, Baby, not like this,” I groaned, grabbing her hands.

The look she gave me nearly broke my heart.

“Home,” I said slowly. “Not here. I want you, too. Bad.”

For fuck’s sake, she had to feel that. I was close to busting a nut in my pants.

Nodding her head, she slid off my lap and sat in bitch. Firing up the truck, I peeled out of the garage a little too fast. Once past the gate, I took her hand and put it on my groin. Little shit, she totally smirked and squeezed.

Yeah, home was too fuckin’ far away.

But the studio was about halfway…

Kenna

Disappointment sank into my gut like a lodestone as we pulled into the studio’s parking lot. What the hell? I was ready to crawl the fuck out of my own skin. Close to saying something incredibly rude, I looked up at him and saw he had his angry face on.

Oh…

Phil grabbed my hand and yanked me out of the truck. Forcing me to walk in front of him, his hand was in the waistband of my baggy jeans, shoving me along.

Sheri was behind her desk when we walked in, and upon seeing us, she stood up, concern written across her pretty features. I felt Phil’s voice saying something to her, and she smiled her megawatt smile. She gave me a thumbs-up, and Phil continued shoving me toward his office. Manhandling me like he used to do, he pushed me over the threshold, and then he shut and locked the door.

This is it! I’m getting laid! Fuck yes!

I was so excited that I had no idea what to do with myself.

Phil stalked up to me and started unbuttoning my jeans before pushing them down with my underwear. I kicked them off along with my flip-flops. Faster than I could blink, he had me up against a wall, fumbling with his own belt buckle and fly.

Yeah…

I wanted it just like this—hot, hard, and wild. We could make love later. Right now, I was in a frenzy to feel him again. It had been too fucking long.

His groan vibrated through me as the head of him pushed against me.

“Do it!” I said. “Make it hurt, babe.”

Firm and steady, he didn’t want to put the hurtin’ on me just yet.

Phil hit that magic spot, and I felt myself moan. His mouth slammed down on mine, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in as deep as I could.

“Oh, fuck! Please, babe! Hard!” I begged.

I was filled to the edge of pain, and it felt so good that I was becoming mindless. Just the feel of him riding into me, giving me what I needed, I was in bliss. I could feel him saying something. I missed his filth talk. I wished I could hear him telling me how good I felt, how much he loved to fuck my brains out.

“Harder!” I begged.

He obliged, and his moan reverberated through me.

Then, something weird started to happen. The pressure between my legs increased…and in my ears, too. The closer I got to my peak, the more my ears rang. A sizzling noise, like crackling or a shower of sparks, got louder and louder the closer I got to my orgasm. It was terrifying, but the feel of him was more intense than the sound and fear.

“Fuck!” I cried, trying to drown out the noise.

The world exploded into fireworks as I detonated from within. My ears popped, the maddening pressure instantly releasing.

“I love you, I love you, I love you…” chanted Phil.

I could feel it in him. He was close, so hard, just ready to explode.

I was frozen in shock as it sank in that I had just heard him.

Burying his face into the crook of my neck, his cock jerking violently inside me, he unleashed a wonderful roar.

And I heard it.

“Oh, fuck, Baby Girl. Oh, fuck…” he moaned.

“Phil?”

“Fuck, I was too rough.”

“No, you weren’t.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I was—”

His shoulders stiffened, and he pulled back. Looking down into my face, he was stunned. “Did you just…” He swallowed hard. “Did you hear me?”

“I did,” I replied, smiling.

My soul was soaring. I’d heard his beautiful, rich deep voice, and my heart and soul were singing with unadulterated joy. The happiest of tears filled my eyes, and I laughed. I could hear that, too!

“Kenna—”

“AAAAHHHH!” I screamed, laughing and crying. Tightening my arms around his shoulders, I squeezed my legs around his waist, hugging him with my whole body. “Dance for joy, you fool! I can fucking hear!”

Crushing my mouth beneath his, he kissed me until I was breathless.

“If I had known you would’ve gotten your hearin’ back from a decent fuck, I would’ve done it a week and a half ago.”

“Liar. You would’ve made us wait anyway.” I laughed.

“Yeah…probably.”

We made it home in record time. The second we were through the door, Phil threw me over his shoulder and hauled ass up the stairs into the bedroom.

Both of us were panting as he set me on my feet, and we stared at one another for a few heartbeats when something in the atmosphere shifted. Behind his eyes, I saw the shadows from the heavy guilt, the knowledge of the pain he had inflicted on me. They were the black smudges darkening his soul.

“Baby Girl, I need you to do somethin’ for me,” he said, sounding uncertain but determined.

“What’s that?” I whispered in return.

Taking my face in his hands, he softly kissed me. “I need you to hurt me. Will you do that?”

For the most part, Phil loved being dominant. It was natural and easy for him, given his size and personality. That part of him shone through in huge quantities when he was up on stage, commanding thousands. The fact that he could command thousands was possibly the reason he was so arrogantly dominant all the time anyway.

Sucking in a deep breath, I replied, “Yeah. Yeah, I think I can do that for you.”

He grinned. “Awesome.”