The Final Act (32 page)

Their relationship challenges every aspect of her life. Megan must make difficult choices between the conflicting demands of her friends and family, her career and love.

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Finding Home:

They were the first to arrive. Stevie greeted them at the door, hugging Megan and shaking Sean’s hand before taking the wine from Megan.

Megan watched him closely. Stevie was the only one of the friends present today who hadn’t met Sean before finding out about their relationship. He was also thoughtful, rational, a good judge of character, and his opinion would influence the others. So she was a little apprehensive about his reaction.

“What can I get you guys, some beer? A glass of wine? Anything else?”

“You should try Stevie’s beer. He’s got this real microbrew fetish and always has something new to try out,” Megan told Sean. “But beware of the spiel he’ll try to feed you about the best brewing methods.”

Sean looked at her, the ghost of a smile flitting across his face. “Hey, I’m a guy. I can handle beer talk,” he said, mock-serious. The tension eased in her stomach. This was working. The boys could be cool with each other.

“I’ll go see how Sasha’s doing, then. And Stevie? I’d love a white wine, please. How come James isn’t here yet? He never turns down an occasion to raid your beer cellar before eating.”

As it turned out, Megan discovered in the kitchen that James and his waitress had just called to warn they’d be late due to car trouble. Allegedly, because as Sasha told her while they took out the pumpkin pie and put it on a plate, he’d sounded very out of breath on the phone. She was prepared to bet whatever had been slowing them down wasn’t engine-related.

“You think he called you in mid-fuck?” Megan asked, chuckling.

“I think he was in the car, actually. And I think Ms. Waitress is a pretty limber girl who might just have been giving him a blowjob at that point.”

Megan laughed. “Well, at least he’s bound to be in a good mood when they arrive.”

She was right. When James walked in ten minutes later towing a very pretty, young and remarkably well-endowed blonde behind him, he was in exuberant spirits. “Hey, everybody, meet Kerry!” He kissed Megan and Sasha, hugged Stevie, and nodded briefly at Sean, his expression neutral.

Kerry hugged everyone all around, and kissed Stevie and Sean enthusiastically to their obvious delight.

Megan bit her tongue when she saw Sean’s eyes drawn to Kerry’s chest for at least ten seconds before he snapped them back up. He caught her looking at him and made a sheepish face.

While everyone milled around the living room, pouring drinks and exchanging greetings, Sean pressed close to Megan and whispered in her hair, “Totally fake. I’ll take yours anytime.” His hand brushed against her ass in a lascivious caress that sent messages of lust through her body.

They sat down to eat shortly after. Sasha’s spread was opulent enough to satisfy the most exacting of standards. Megan thought even her mom would have been impressed. She certainly was. The turkey was impressive, and the table was crammed with mounds of mashed potatoes, candied yams, cornbread, several salads, cranberry sauce and pickles.

Sean pulled up a chair directly across from Megan. James’s bimbo sat next to him, flashing him a grin that slightly annoyed Megan. Less so when she felt Sean’s foot slyly rubbing her ankle in a gesture designed to evoke both reassurance and desire.

Conversation flowed around the dinner table, fuelled by alcohol, food, and longstanding friendship. Megan noted with pleasure that Sean sometimes joined in, in his reserved way, and his dry humor struck a chord with her friends. She was especially pleased to see Stevie engage him a couple of times and nod approvingly at her when he caught her watching them. James was less friendly, scowling at Sean occasionally, but managed to hold back from making rude comments.

Kerry was the classic ditzy L.A. blonde, complete with aspirations to make it in the movies and a brain roughly as small as her cup size was large. The guys, of course, cut her plenty of slack. But Megan caught James’s eye during a particularly inane tirade about cosmetic surgery and he looked embarrassed. She might have teased Kerry a little if Sean’s sock-clad foot hadn’t been insistently stroking her inner thigh in the most distracting manner.

“You can’t be serious!” Sasha’s voice rose with indignation. “You think it’s right that teenagers should get breast implants? You don’t think that’s maybe a little premature?”

Sean’s foot slid farther up Megan’s thigh, inhibiting higher brain functions and preventing her from joining in the debate without her voice betraying her. She looked across at him.

His face was impassive, head tilted slightly to the side, as though listening to the conversation, but Megan knew he was completely focused on her right now. His eyes were the only clue to what was happening under the table, the blue edged out by his dilated pupils.

“Well, you know, Sasha, I had these done when I was nineteen. You can’t see the scars. I’ll show you in the bathroom if you want. The surgeon who did them was a real pro. My dad paid for them. He said nothing was too good for his princess. And I haven’t regretted it yet,” Kerry said proudly.

There was a pause as her words sank in. James cringed and poked at his mashed potatoes.

Megan tuned out of the conversation then as Sean’s toe reached her underwear and started pressing against her crotch. She focused all her concentration on keeping her breathing even and not making any noise. She wouldn’t be able to keep it going for long. He pushed against her clit, harder, and she had to bite back a moan. Kerry might be monopolizing the attention right now, but if Megan had an orgasm at the table, she was pretty sure she’d steal the show.

Sean stared at her, lips slightly parted, and when their eyes locked, he smiled crookedly.

Megan kept her gaze on him as she slowly pushed back her chair to give him a chance to pull his foot away unobtrusively. The loss of contact made her want to cry out, but she couldn’t handle the torture anymore. She stood and said in a surprisingly steady voice, “Anyone for coffee?”

In the kitchen, she filled the coffee machine with water and measured out the coffee. A couple of minutes later, Sean appeared in the doorway carrying stacks of plates. He put them on the counter and moved in on her, one arm snaking around her waist, his other hand to the back of her neck. He pulled her in close for a kiss, his mouth hungry on hers and his cock pressing into her crotch. Megan brought her hands up to either side of his face, winding her fingers into his shaggy hair. She moaned softly into his mouth as their tongues entwined, hoping the sound wouldn’t carry to the main room.

They kissed urgently for a couple minutes and only pulled apart when Stevie called out to Sean, “Hey man, want to watch some football while the chicks make the coffee and clear the table? Ow! Jesus, Sash, can’t you take a joke?”

“You into the football?” Megan whispered.

“Not at the moment.” Sean’s hand slipped down to her hip and slid under her skirt. His fingers crept up her thigh, following the trail led by his foot earlier.

Megan’s every pore reacted to him. She was close to letting him fuck her in the kitchen, not caring who walked in.

“Right now I want to fuck you.” His husky voice sent shivers through her body. Her nipples stood erect, pressing against the fabric of her shirt.

Sean’s other hand flicked across her chest, sending fire from her sensitive tits straight down to her sex.

She caught her breath. “Go check out the game and meet me in the back bathroom in ten minutes. Through the main bedroom on the left. I’ll get the coffee done and after that, I don’t give a damn.”

He grinned. “Good thing I came prepared, huh?”

Ten minutes later, the coffee was on the table and Megan was in the master bath, hoping neither of their hosts would feel the need to use it in the near future.

She stood in front of the sink, looking at herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed, her eyes dark and bright, and she felt wired and intensely alive. This was crazy. Any of her close friends could walk in on them, but she didn’t care, as long as Sean showed up.

An uptight concert cellist. A freewheeling rock guitarist. Does love stand a chance?

Opposites Attract

© 2007 Bonnie Dee

Kelly, cellist with the symphony orchestra, has always been too busy working to enjoy life. When Ren, lead guitarist for an up-and-coming band moves into her building, he rocks her world. She’s never had sex so sizzling. Ren continues to assault her barriers even as she tries to push him away. Then he goes on tour, which she thinks proves she was right not to get involved. Only problem is his band’s hit song haunts her everywhere she turns and she can’t drive the man out of her head.

A tragic accident makes her rethink her fear of commitment, but is it too late to offer him the love she withheld? Kelly takes a drastic step to prove to Ren she’s willing to change. She can be just as hip as any rock groupie. Overcoming obstacles of her own making, uptight Kelly releases her inhibitions and lets love take control.

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Opposites Attract:

Kelly wasn’t drunk. Not really. Yes, she was buzzed, but she knew what she was doing and what she wanted. What she wanted was Ren. She’d been aroused by him all evening and, if she was honest with herself, from the moment he’d stooped over her on the stairs asking if she was all right.

He wasn’t the type of guy she usually dated. She’d occasionally gone out with other musicians from the orchestra. Once in a while a friend would coerce her into a blind date with an accountant, a doctor or a professor—all respectable, solid citizens. Ren was a rock musician, unconventional and impulsive, not her type at all.

When he was in the room, it was impossible to look away. He had an undeniable magnetism and erotic charge, and it had been so long since she’d been kissed.

Her lips melted beneath his, soft and pliable as bubblegum. They were ready to be molded into whatever shape he desired. She closed her eyes and surrendered her will, grateful not to think at all for once.

His mouth was warm, wet and in control. His tongue delved between her lips, enticing hers to respond. His arm around her shoulders and the other hand at her waist held her steady as he took possession of her mouth.

A shiver ran through her at his demanding kiss. She whimpered quietly and curled a hand around his neck. The ends of his hair tickled the back of her wrist. Her other hand held onto his shoulder, warm and strong under his T-shirt. She clutched the fabric in her fist and lost herself in the whirling dizziness caused by his kiss and too much tequila.

He moved his arm from around her shoulder and cupped her neck in his palm, tracing his thumb along her jaw. His hand at her waist slowly slid up her side over her rib cage and underneath her camisole.

His hot fingers against her tingling flesh sent a sharp stab of lust to her pussy. She knew she should push his hand back down, but instead let it creep all the way up to her breast as his kisses grew deeper.

Oh, God, he was touching her naked breast! She had no bra on under the camisole and his searching hand had latched onto her small mound. He kneaded it gently and teased her nipple to hardness between his thumb and forefinger. His hand covering her breast felt hot and heavy. She wondered if he could feel her heart pounding in his palm.

She gasped and arched her back. Her nipple ached for more contact. She wanted it in his hot, sucking mouth right now.

Ren drew her even closer. So close she could feel his erection against the side of her leg.

She threw her leg over his thigh, pressing her crotch against it. She clung to him, her kiss growing aggressive and hungry. This was all happening too fast and her logic told her to stop it, but the truth was she desperately wanted him. She couldn’t fool herself that he’d seduced her because she was drunk. The alcohol had only reduced her inhibitions enough to say “yes” to what she’d wanted all along.

Ren’s fingers at the back of her head were tangled in her hair. When he tried to free them, he tugged on her scalp. “Sorry.” He pulled away from her mouth, laughing as he disentangled his fingers, ruining her ponytail in the process.

The brief break from breathless kissing gave Kelly a chance to compose herself and regain some perspective, but, looking into Ren’s sparkling eyes, she still didn’t want to stop.

“Is this okay?” he asked, raising a questioning eyebrow. “You had a lot to drink. I don’t want to—”

She shut him up by peeling off her shirt and camisole in one swift move. The cool air touching her skin raised gooseflesh, and she shivered.

Ren’s eyes went wide and looked bluer than ever. He blinked a couple of times, staring at her breasts. “Well, alrighty then.” His hands spanned her waist and he drew her fully onto his lap.

She straddled him and bent her head to kiss him, wrapping both arms around his neck. She liked being on top, the sense of control it gave her. She ground her sex against the bulge in his pants and was rewarded with a low moan and a tightening of his grip on her bare back.

He skated his hands up and down her spine then cupped them underneath her ass, pulling her more snugly against him.

When Kelly finally drew back from his hot mouth and looked down at him, they were both breathing heavily. She reached out to brush a lock of dark hair from his forehead, entranced by the sexiness of his sharp features and piercing eyes. Fingering the tiny silver ring in his eyebrow, she murmured, “I’m really not like this. I don’t usually—”

“I know,” he said. “Neither do I.”

She must have looked skeptical because he added, “Seriously. I mean, yeah, sure, I’m in a band and there are girls around and sometimes things get a little…heated, but not like this. This is different.” He sounded so sincere.

She knew he was probably playing her, but at the moment she didn’t care. She reached down to the hem of his T-shirt and tugged.

He lifted his arms and let her strip it off him.

Kelly’s heart raced even faster at the sight of his naked torso.