and I love that. I love that you never cease to surprise me.”
She brought my hands to her breasts and smiled as she leaned in to whisper in my ear, “It will always be that way with us.”
“Why?” The one word begged for her touch and begged for her to relieve the pressure building in each beat of my pulse. I fisted one of my hands in her hair as she nipped at the sensitive flesh just below my ear.
“Because ever since that first kiss, Colby, we’ve been playing our little game of tag.” She met my gaze and pulled her bottom lip through her teeth as I increased my grip on her satin strawberry strands. “Sometimes I win, and sometimes you do, but today… I won, and I know… each time you lose, you find a new play, and I can’t wait to see what you’ve chosen for tonight.”
Her eyes were hooded as I moved in slowly, and the closer I got, the heavier she would breathe. Waiting… for what was to come. Now she was the one begging. Begging for me to just fucking take her – it was how I became the champion of our cat and mouse game.
I’d let her believe she’d always had the advantage — just like the night of our first kiss. But in the end, it was me that had the prize… because I had her . After everything, she was mine, now and forever still.
PART TWO
Tea Time Pink and Fairy Dusted Screwed
Seth and Tiffany
“You have bewitched me body and soul.”
Jane Austen
SETH
IT WASN’T ME; THE fucking melody was off.
“Sam, did you drink last night? I don’t have time for this shit. You’re flat. Do it again.” I released the intercom button with my finger and nodded at Sam through the glass.
I pinched the bridge of my nose. These young kids had no clue how to make an album. They wanted everything to be over produced and had no respect for their own natural ability. They wanted to be in and out. Everything had gotten too fast, or maybe I was just getting old. My daughter Annie was turning nine this year, Liv would be five, and I was pushing forty. My harsh exhale did little to ease my building tension. Time was getting away from me — from us.
My eyes lowered to the tattoo on my left finger. I am hers . Those three words were all it ever took to calm me. My lips broke into a smile as I pulled my phone from my pocket and swiped the lock screen. The picture I’d taken over at Todd’s the other day was now my home screen. Tiffany’s long dark hair matched our daughters' as they sat on swings in his backyard. The almost black and shiny strands fell over their shoulders in exactly the same way. Their alabaster skin was a deep contrast to Tiff’s ink covered surfaces. My life — my girls . They looked just like Tiff, but had my pale blue eyes. We were in trouble.
The universe had a funny way of paying you back for all the wrongs you’d committed in a lifetime. My penance… I had all girls. Tiff and I had only planned on two kids, and when they both ended up being girls, she was thrilled. I, on the other hand, was horrified. Being the kind of guy that I used to be, knowing what was out there… this was someone’s idea of a sick joke, but I wasn’t laughing. If anything, Liv and Annie would never leave the fucking house as far as I was concerned.
The beep of the intercom broke me from my thoughts. I pressed the button with one hand and set my phone on the desk.
“What?” I asked. The irritation in my voice couldn’t be helped; I wanted to head home already.
“Was that better?” Sam pulled nervously at his stupid ass man-bun. He had this whole hipster shit thing going on. He shoved his glasses with his finger and placed his acoustic guitar into its stand.
“It’s fine for now. I’ll listen tonight, see what I think. You better bring it next week. I know what you’re capable of, and it’s fucking genius.” I wasn’t lying; he was talented.
His smile widened. “Go home to your family. I’ll work over the chorus this weekend.”
“Sounds like a good idea. You know the