10. Chapter 10

Chapter 10

~ Heath ~

" D ude, that's a sick fucking beat," Kev said, taking the chair out from the soundboard.

I nodded my head in agreement with him. It was.And the idea for the deep drum beat, along with the bass guitar, hit me late at night.

"That bass just hits you the right way."

"It does.What's the song about again?" he asked.

"About telling your ex that they fucked up and now you don't want them back. Last night, when Tiff was over and we were fooling around on the couch, I got a notification that my ex decided to try and get onto my property. Security stopped her and told her she wasn't allowed here anymore. But it killed the mood with Tiff. So, we just watched a movie and before she could crash on her way home due to being tired, she left.

"Well, I couldn't sleep, and I just kept thinking about all the exes that linger around and are clingers that you want to tell off. And what better way to slap home that comment than with some deep, dark, mean sounds to smack you around?"

"I think you got a hit with this one. It's dark, edgy, deep, and yet fun." Kev leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest, giving me a pointed look.

"What?"I stopped the music and turned to face him.

"When?"

"When what, dude?"

"When do I get to meet her? I've been your friend for how fucking long and have yet to meet this woman that seems to be bringing your groove back," he said, waving his hand at the soundboard.

Guess that one was true. I could attribute my newfound drive with these lyrics and beats to her. I mean, I did call her my muse. Maybe it was time to have an official meeting between them. Wasn't sure I was ready to introduce her to all my friends, but Kev wasn't like the others.

"We can meet up for dinner-"

"Now," he told me, cutting me off.

"What?"

"Invite her now. She knows where you live, we don't have plans. We can make something or order something. I want to meet her now."

I pulled out my phone, glaring at him. If he had been anyone else, I would have told him to fuck off, that I didn't need that bullshit or demanding tone. But this was my ride or die for life, so, no, I wouldn't tell him. But the nasty looks were a whole other thing. I sent her a text, grinning as she replied that she would love to come over and was on her way.

"You're fucking grinning."

"So?"

"Where's the asshole and what did you do with him?" He chuckled but he was right. She made me smile. I couldn't say she calmed me all the time, because on stage, with the crew and band, I still had an image to uphold, but she sure did wonders for me outside of that.And sadly, I can't say I minded.

"Thanks for coming," I told her, kissing her cheek softly.

"No worries.I had no plans and thought it might be fun."

"Oh, it's going to be fun." I rolled my eyes as Kev walked up behind me, holding his hand out. "I'm Kev."

"Sorry, threesomes aren't my thing," she teased, taking his hand.

"I like her humor. I'm Heath's best friend."

"Oh, that's the point of our relationship now, huh? Meeting the friends? Is our next dinner date the family?"

"Shut up," I teased back, wrapping my arm around her waist. "Kev here was listening to a new beat, and he wanted to meet the woman behind all the newfound inspiration I seemed to have gotten.But he has been my best friend since we were running around and causing chaos in middle school."

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Kev."

"Same, Tiff."I watched as he cocked his head, looking at her closely. "Have we met before? You seem awfully familiar to me."

"I don't know when. I was at BeeAnn's the night I ran into Heath. Maybe that's where you've seen me from?"

"Huh, maybe.But I swear it's more. Maybe you just have one of those faces?"

"Could be.So, do I get to hear some of this great music since I'm with the star now?"

"I see.I'm being used so you can hear all the newest tracks." I shook my head, chuckling as both of them laughed. "Come on down to the studio. There is a song I want you to hear."

"She hasn't heard it, man?" Kev asked and I gave him a big grin, making him laugh even more.

It wasn't that the song was a surprise, exactly. She knew I was working on a song that was probably more for her than anyone else, but she never pushed to hear it. She would ask how the writing was going, but never about details. It almost seemed like she cared, but me being a star wasn't the main attraction. Did I mention how awesome of a feeling that was?

"Nope, heard nothing. Is there food involved at some point, though? I was promised food."

"I like this one," Kev said, swinging his arm around her shoulder. But before we could head downstairs, his phone dinged. I watched as his face morphed and his teeth clenched. "I hate to bail, but this is important, and I need to head out. Raincheck on the dinner, Tiff?"

"Of course.Do what you have to do. It was nice meeting you."

"Likewise," he said before turning to me and slapping my hand. "I'll talk to you later, man."

"Be careful."I watched him walk out and then turned to Tiff. "I swear this wasn't a ruse to get you over here. But I am glad he left and were alone. Come on, it's about time you heard this."

I led her down to the studio, having her take a seat on the piano bench. I cued up the music, then sat next to her, playing the piece on the ivories, singing along to ‘In Your Eyes'.

In your arms, tonight I know that love is right And when I look into your eyes I know the reason I'm alive.

I wrapped up the song, turning to look at her. I grinned as I reached over to catch her tears.

"You don't need to cry," I whispered but she shook her head.

"No one has ever written me a song. And never one so beautiful."

Before I could say anything, she launched herself on my lap, her arms around my neck, and her lips on mine. Fuck, she was so damn amazing. And my tongue twisted with hers, tasted divine. I wasn't sure I could ever get enough of her. Shit, I wasn't sure I ever wanted to get enough of her.

I groaned as she pulled away, kissing along my neck. When did my neck become a sensitive place? Her lips and teeth there were driving me insane, and my zipper was currently leaving a mark on my hard dick. He sure rose up to the occasion as soon as her lips were on my pulse point. Or maybe It's when her tongue met mine? Or even when she walked through the front door?

"I love your moans," she breathed out, scooting further down my body. I barely registered what she said or where she was until her hands were on my jeans, undoing the belt, the button, and the zipper.

"What… are you doing?"

"Repaying the kindness. And earning more moans."

"I don't…moan."

"Watch and listen." Her hand snaked into my jeans and pulled out my raging cock. I don't think I've ever been so glad to go commando. "He's tattooed?"

"Young, dumb, and a dare."

The moment her tongue flicked out and swiped around the head, though, I lost all train of thought. My only focus was on her and the things she was making me feel.

"Fuck," I groaned, slipping my hand into her hair and leaning back, my arm landing on the keys. Shit, I was in my studio. I was getting my dick sucked at the piano. How fucking hot was that? Talk about a wet fantasy I didn't even know I had. That I wanted. I will never look at this bench, or this spot, the same again.

I moaned even louder as her mouth slid open and she took my whole dick, the tip hitting the back of her throat. Her eyes opened to look at me, and I just about blew my load. Her, on her knees, in this spot, was one of the most gorgeous sights to me. One I would never shake. One I would probably jack off to while having many nights on the road. That and the fingering in the limo.

I moved my tattooed hand to cup her neck and felt my dick bob along.

Goddamn. Nope, lied.Tattoo, neck, dick down throat, all that was the fucking hottest.

"Tiff," I moaned, causing her to smirk. Okay, fucking fine, she had me moaning.Keeping this pace up, I was also going to be a blubbering mess soon enough. "I'm going to come, baby girl, if you don't stop."

Her response was to reach forward, her hand playing with the balls that were tight and heavy. I fought to watch her and not throw my head back like I wanted. How did this woman manage to reduce me to nothing?

"Tiff." This time it was a warning. And again, she responded in kind, but sucking harder, faster, squeezing my balls for all they were worth. She knew I would lose, and I did.

Gladly.

I finally let go, every drop of me went down her throat. And when she moved, wiping up the bit that had spilled out and sucking it back down, I knew that this image wouldn't just live in my brain. But it would be imprinted on an album because there was no way this fucking hot show wasn't working into a song.