Sound is
an abstract concept for most people. We spend our lives blocking out the static
in order to focus on what we believe is important. But what if, when the
clarity fades into silence, it's the obscure background noise that you would
give anything to hold on to?
I've always been a fighter. With parents
who barely managed to stay out of jail and two little brothers who narrowly
avoided foster care, I became skilled at dodging the punches life threw at me.
Growing up, I didn’t have anything I could call my own, but from the moment I
met Eliza Reynolds, she was always
mine. I became utterly addicted to her
and the escape from reality we provided each other. Throughout the years, she
had boyfriends and I had girlfriends, but there wasn't a single night that I
didn’t hear her voice.
You see, meeting the love of my life at age
thirteen was never part of my plan. However, neither was gradually going deaf
at the age of twenty-one.
They both happened anyway.
Now, I'm on the ropes during the toughest
battles of my life.
Fighting for my career.
Fighting the impending silence.
Fighting
for her.
Every night, just before falling asleep, she
sighs as a final conscious breath leaves her.
I think that's the sound I'll miss the most.
RELEASE DATE: February 23rd, 2015
Amazon: http://amzn.to/1CF0YEq
“Hi.” I stood up off the bed as he
started climbing through the window.
His eyes went wide when he saw me,
causing him to momentarily lose his balance on the windowsill and go crashing
to the floor. “God. Damn,” he cursed as he rose to his feet while taking in my
new wardrobe. “You… I…um…” His hand went to his lip.
He was rooted in place only a few steps
away, but his eyes traveled over every inch of my body and back again.
Till was speechless. I had never felt so
empowered in my life.
“Are you okay?” I feigned concern as I
slowly approached.
“Not even close,” he told my breasts,
making me giggle.
After sliding a hand under the edge of
his T-shirt, I raked a fingernail over each of his abs before dipping it into
the waistband of his jeans.
“I’m sore today,” I announced, closing
the distance between us. My breasts were pressed against him, but he still
hadn’t even attempted to touch me yet. I had plans to remedy that. I smirked
then stood up on my tiptoes, kissing the base of his neck. “Make me sore for
tomorrow too.” At the last second, I darted my tongue out to the hollow dip at
the base of his neck. It was meant to tease him, but as the taste of his skin
hit my tongue, I was flooded with memories of taking more of him in my mouth.
The moan escaped before I’d even felt it coming.
A loud rumble shook his chest, but that
was the only warning I received. Suddenly, I was off my feet and sailing
through the air. Just as I landed on the bed, Till crashed on top of me. His
mouth roughly landed on mine.
“Tell me we can’t do this again,” he
demanded as his hands found my breasts.
“We’re definitely doing this again.” I
arched into him.
“It’s gonna get so messy, Eliza. Please.”
He groaned as I reached into the front of his jeans.
“I’m okay with messy,” I breathed,
guiding his hand from my breast and into my panties.
“Fuuuuuck” he cursed when he discovered
just how thorough I’d been with the razor earlier. His finger pressed inside me
as his body traveled down the bed and settled between my legs, stripping my
panties off during his descent.
He added another finger in a less than
gentle but overwhelmingly intoxicating, rhythm.
“Tell me to stop, Eliza. We can’t do this
again.” He grazed his teeth on the inside of my thigh.
“We’re already doing it.”
“Tell me to stop.”
“No.”
“It’s going to ruin us.”
“If you don’t stop talking, you’re going
to ruin this.”
“I’m serious.” He kissed the inside of my
other thigh, his fingers never faltering in their steady pace.
“So am I. Stop trying to talk yourself
out of this while your fingers are buried inside me.” I threaded a hand into
his hair and gave it a gentle tug.
“Goddammit. Tell me to stop!” he demanded
one last time, but his fingers sped before twisting in the most delicious way.
I decided to give him what he wanted, but
only because I knew he wouldn’t follow through.
“Stop.” I rolled my hips forcing him even
deeper.
“Well, it’s too fucking late now.”
I would have laughed, but his mouth
sealed over my clit and stole my breath, words, thoughts, and orgasm. My body
shook as he pushed me higher even while I was falling. It shouldn’t have worked
like that, but whatever voodoo magic Till Page was working with that night was
all right with me. He didn’t stop swirling his tongue until I used his hair to
pry his mouth away.
“Too much!” I cried.
He looked up with a wickedly proud grin.
His hand disappeared, and seconds later, his cock replaced it.
Born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a
stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age of five, including a set of
twins. Currently living in South Carolina, she passes what little free time she
has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a
glass of wine at her side.
After some encouragement from her friends, Aly decided to
add “Author” to her ever-growing list of job titles. Five books later, she
shows no signs of slowing. So grab a glass of Chardonnay, or a bottle if you’re
hanging out with Aly, and join her aboard the crazy train she calls life.
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