Consumed (Rockstar Romance) (Lost in Oblivion, 3.5) (21 page)

M
argo texted
Kim to make sure everything was ready. The drive back to the house was quiet. Simon seemed content to just sit back and relax. He wouldn’t listen to the radio, which unnerved her a bit. But she didn’t push it. Music had been his life for so long—not being able to be immersed in it had to be hard. He wouldn’t talk about it.
Couldn’t
talk about it right now. They’d done fairly well with communication, and had definitely used body language in all its forms to get through the week.

But she wanted their last night there to be as romantic as possible. When they got back to Los Angeles, there would be a whirlwind of doctors’ appointments and friends to deal with. August was bleeding away and with it was her time to get ready for the LA Philharmonic.

With the uncertainty of the next few months, she wasn’t sure how she was going to make ends meet without some time in the studio, or getting a more permanent job, like the symphony. And the LA Philharmonic wasn’t like Boston. The schedule was rigorous and kept her landlocked in LA.

In fact, there was usually a chunk of time that they were in another country. If she took that sort of job—if she was even offered it—it would be a commitment that could impact her time with Oblivion. Would they be jumping back on the road right away, or going back into the studio?

Pushing Simon into working with a voice coach would be a whole new bag of crazy. From just knowing how to sing to actually having someone teach you how to correct past mistakes…yeah, that wouldn’t be an easy road. Especially since his range might be different now.

So many
what ifs
.

And only one day left of things she could control.

As they made the steep climb up the winding road to the house, she looked over at him. “So, you have to shower and chill without me for about an hour.”

He curled toward her on his seat and slipped his hand up her thigh. “Oh?” he mouthed.

“Yes. And no, I’m not telling you anything more.”

His fingers inched higher.

She laughed. “No, not even your fancy and very talented fingers will get this out of me.” She parked and got out before he could take that as a challenge. She rounded the Jeep and dragged him out. “This will be worth it, I promise. Come down to the beach in an hour.”

He squinted at her.

She twisted her fingers into his belt loops and tipped her face up to meet him, closing the short distance in their heights. “An hour.”

He leaned down and pecked her mouth, then whacked her ass.

“Hey now.” She laughed and skipped down the path. Simon could distract her very easily. She waved and ducked under the trees to the trail that led to Kim’s house.

Kim must have been on the look out for her because she met her at the door. “Get in here. What took you so long?” She held up her hand. “I don’t want to know.”

“We spent more time at the park than I meant to.” Margo shrugged out of her button-down shirt and sprinted up the stairs to Kim’s bathroom. She grabbed her super tiny bikini and a fresh pair of shorts to do the initial running around in.

After a quick shower, she brought out the glittery gold temporary tattoos she’d bought a few days before. She added the chain and her new hoop earrings, clipped her hair up, and put on a little smudgy eyeliner and mascara. She dusted gold bronzer in a few key spots and called it done.

She opened the door and Kim’s eyes widened. “Geeze.”

“Too much?”

“No. Good thing Brian’s not home.”

Margo grinned. “Thanks.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Kim shook her head. “God, to have that body when I was twenty-something.”

Margo brushed her hand over her midsection. “I got to spend the day with a bunch of supermodels recently, so I do not feel the same.”

“Only fashion designers want coat hangers like that. Real men want curves and a woman who knows how to work it.”

“Thanks, Kim. Always good with the pep talks.”

“I could kill your mother. She wishes she had your curves.”

“She does not,” Margo said. Most definitely did not. Her mother viewed a lush body as excess. Period.

“I know for a fact that Jayne Reece would have had a happier life if she didn’t carry that stick up her ass.”

“Maybe.”

“For sure. But we’re not here to pick apart the less than stellar qualities of your mother. We’re here to make sure you end your vacation with a bang.”

Margo pressed her lips together.

“Wrong choice of words,” Kim muttered.

“Not really.”

“With what you wanted done on the beach, this is not a shocking revelation.”

Margo snickered. “Did I give you enough money to cover it?”

“More than. I had no idea there was a service like that.”

“I heard about it in Los Angeles. I figured a resort island would have to have something like it.”

Kim shook her head. “Glamping. What a ridiculous term.”

Margo had picked out a whole set up off the website. It would be the perfect way to end their stay. And for once it wasn’t storming or supposed to storm. It was a clear, perfect day for exactly what she had in mind.

“Thanks for your help, Kim. I couldn’t have done this without you.”

“I’m just glad you found someone to fit you. It’s so hard to do.”

Margo looked down at her feet. “We work. I don’t know how to explain it.”

Kim folded the shirt Margo had been wearing earlier and set it in her bag. “So, will I get a wedding invitation someday, then?”

“No.”

She looked up. “Well, that was quick. You don’t think he’s the one?”

“If there was such a thing, I think he might be.”

Kim frowned. “Of course there is. Look at me and Brian, at the friends you’ve talked about while you were here. It’s everywhere, Margo.”

She shook her head. Marriage never worked for her family—especially the Reece line. She’d seen that firsthand from her grandparents on both sides to her parents, and even her uncles. Marriage was a union of names, not love. She didn’t want any part of that. “I found someone who makes me happy. No need to put a name on it.”

Kim sighed. “Well, I suppose that’s smart. You’re still really young.”

Margo nodded. “Besides, I don’t even have my career figured out right now. How am I supposed to add in a ring?”

“Most of the time love comes around when you’re least ready for it. Doesn’t mean it isn’t real.”

Her heart twisted a little. It certainly felt real. But just because the L-word came up didn’t mean it was forever. It could just be a moment in her life. She was going to hold onto it as long as it lasted.

She held out the tattoos. “Now I just need help with making sure these are straight.”

Simon wasn’t sure what to expect for her surprise so he decided to dress up a little. They’d been living the beach bum life where bathing suits were the outfit of choice. He went with linen pants and a soft black bamboo shirt he’d found in one of the stores.

He pretty much needed all of his shirts in that material—when he had to wear a shirt anyway.

He donned his sneakers for the trip down the path, but kicked them off for the beach and stowed them in the small plastic bin they’d half buried in the sand. Freak rainstorms had killed both of their sneakers too many times.

He pushed away the branches to the overgrown palms and let out a low whistle. Tiki torches were lit around a huge white tent. But not the camping kind of tent. Something more along the lines of an outdoor wedding or party.

A small table and chairs were set up in the sand on some sort of flooring, again surrounded by more torches. Little white lights were strung at the entrance of the tent and illuminated the inside. A huge red and white cooler with
Camping Made Beautiful
printed on it sat beside the table.

He made his way to the table and she filled the doorway. A black string bikini, emphasis on the string, hugged her curves. She wore a short-sleeved cover-up that left her completely on display. The creamy sheer material was cinched with a thin gold band under her breasts.

Her skin shimmered and gold glinted at her ears and on the cuff hugging her upper arm. Her wrists were banded in a gold tattoo with hints of blue at the centers of the intricate lace filigree. The foil danced down her fingers, ending in wine red polish over her short nails.

“Hi.”

He mouthed, “wow.” There really wasn’t anything else he could say.

She’d done all this for him?

She moved forward, and her tanned legs seemed to go for miles as she made her way to him. His favorite chain shimmered against her breasts and around her waist as the cover-up moved in the breeze. “I thought we’d stay in tonight.” She glanced out on the water. “Sunset, some food, no wine I’m afraid, but we’ll make do.”

He really did miss wine. Fuck, he didn’t even like wine, but he missed alcohol in any form. Clean living was only fun when he was naked. But then again, naked looked to be in his future. So he couldn’t complain tonight.

Or any night when Margo was with him.

She eased her hands around his waist and pressed her chest against his. “I wanted to feel the sea air on my skin tonight. Well, the parts that aren’t touching you anyway.” She drew him forward and into the tent. She tugged a panel free and netting covered the doorway. “I don’t do bugs though.”

He smiled and shook his head.

A large bed filled the space, and tiny lights threw shadows in every direction. More netting filled the entire side of the tent. The ocean was so close. The breakers were gentle as the sun slowly made its descent.

She stood in front of the bed and tucked her nail under the little band under her breasts and shrugged off the sheer lace. It pooled around her feet, leaving only that amazing bikini. She traced her nails under the hem of his shirt and pushed it up slowly. Her mouth slowly kissed along each inch she uncovered.

“You make me feel so good. You show me what pleasure can be like—pleasure I’ve never known before you. Tonight I wanted to do the same.” She curled her tongue along his nipple and tugged at the silver ring until he hissed. “Only I get to do the touching.” She drew the shirt up and over his head. “You’re the one who has to take it tonight.”

In silence?

Jesus fuck, he was a dead man.

She unfastened his pants and peeled down his boxers. Crouched before him, her nails trailed up his inner thighs around the back and cupped his ass just before she took the head of his cock inside her mouth.

The gold glinted in the low light as she gently stroked him, her mouth moving over him with each pass until he was straining forward. He didn’t want to force himself down her throat, even as each scream-inducing suck and release cost him a little more sanity.

She looked up at him with her huge dark eyes, emphasized in that way that only women seemed to know how to do. She drew on him hard and her cheeks hollowed as her tongue cupped him. Warm, wet, and perfect.

It was like he was outside his body, watching her as she took him again and again inside her waiting mouth. With each stroke, she took him deeper. Her eyes watered with it and when he tried to pull back, she took him deeper.

He had no choice but to throw his head back as her fingers came around to cup his balls and power him through any chance at holding back. His chest heaved and his hips jerked as he looked down at her, his cum sliding down her throat with each greedy swallow. She made one long slow lick from root to tip before she pushed him down on the bed.

Good thing, as he was pretty sure his knees had ceased the ability to hold him upright anyway. She pushed him into the center of the mattress on the luxurious sheets that glided against his skin like silk, satin, and cotton had had a love child.

She curled along his side and the endless length of her thigh and curve of her ass was too much to ignore. He drew his hand down her satiny skin and pulled her on top of him.

“What did I say?”

He waggled his brows. She’d had the first act, he was determined to start act two. He drew her up on his chest until she was kneeling over him. He inched down and breathed her in. Margo always got off on giving him head. It drove him nuts just how wet she could get. He wanted that taste in his mouth.

Wanted it more than the vodka he missed.

He groaned as he saw the single string that held the bottoms of her bathing suit on her body. Just the tiniest of triangles covered her pussy. He pushed it aside with his tongue and sipped from her until she bowed back.

God, yes.

She’d been so hot that there was no way he could not touch her. She shattered above him so fast that he raced to swallow down everything she offered. When that wasn’t enough, he inched back up the bed and opened her wider, slipping inside as she clasped around every inch of his shaft.

He shot up off the bed and caught her tight against him. She tucked her knees against his hips and rode him through one wave, then curled her arms around his shoulders and her eyes turned blind as she went over again.

His spine was screaming at him for each short thrust, but she felt so fucking good. Mouths clashed furiously and her thighs quaked under his hands before they both suddenly slowed. Her lips trembled as her breath hitched and their tempo went from wild and uncontrolled to an achingly slow drifting of bodies.

He slipped his hands into her hair and held her steady, watched her as she took him deeper. Her hands pressed flat to his chest, her hips undulating with a rhythm only their bodies understood—each searching the other out until they were synched up.

His name was a sigh and a prayer on her lips.

He wanted to say hers back. Wanted to tell her how much he loved her—even more now when she’d been nothing but his rock. He sealed their lips and breathed her in. Honeysuckle and ocean and cocoa butter.

And his.

Undeniably his. He wanted to take all of it back with him, protect it like the Hope-fucking-diamond. Protect it like he hadn’t protected his voice. Cherish it like he’d never cherished anything before.

Because there had never been, and would never be, anyone like Margo.

She shuddered over him, held onto him, and gave him everything.