Her energy was fucking contagious, it always had been. The guitar solo followed making the crowd scream and cheer for her talent. She sang the chorus over again with the emotions bleeding off the strings of her guitar and her voice. I remembered it all, and I hadn’t even looked up to see her. Metallica’s lyrics of Nothing Else Matters took me back to another time, another place, where I pretended that she was mine…
God… I couldn’t think of that night without my cock getting hard and the shame engulfing me almost simultaneously. Would be a permanent reminder of what I lost. It was smooth like silk but raw enough to give you chills. The strumming of the guitar was effortless and defined. I closed my eyes needing to check my emotions and the thoughts that attacked my mind at rapid speed. The soft strumming of a guitar immediately assaulted my senses, but that wasn’t what made the hair at the end of my arms stand at attention. “I don’t stroke my cock to the memory of your sweet pussy pulsating down my shaft and the taste of your come dripping down my chin.” I don’t see those dark brown eyes every time I close mine.” I leaned in a little closer so she could feel my breath against her lips. I don’t hear that ridiculous giggle you have when I’m away from you. I don’t see your gorgeous smile in my sleep. How bad you want me to claim every fucking inch of your perfect body,” I paused to let my words sink in, and her flushed complexion gave away that everything I was saying was true. How there are hundreds of thoughts going through your mind, but the top one being how bad you want me to kiss you. I don’t know that your heart is beating a million miles a minute, your hands are clammy, and you can’t swallow. I don’t know that you’re trembling in your skin right now. Or do you mean that I don’t know the way you freak out if it’s too dark in a room and you won’t walk in? Or maybe I don’t know that you bite your fingernails when you think no one is looking. Or maybe I don’t know how you bite your bottom lip when you’re deep into your strings.
“I don’t know you? Really? What part don’t I know? Maybe I don’t know the way you move your hair to cover the side of your face when you’re nervous. “Is that right?” I replied arrogantly, centimeters from her lips.
Title: Forbid Me Series: The Good Ol’ Boys #2 Author: M Robinson Cover Model: Kevin Lajeunesse Cover Design: The Final Wrap If there is one person I’d willingly go to hell and back for it was. I knew there would be hell to pay, I knew the wrath I’d be facing but I would willingly take the burns and scars just to have the love of my best friend's sister. I could no longer go back and I sure as fuck didn’t regret a single moment of it. I tried, God knows I tried to stay away from her but eventually I crossed that line and broke that trust. It was only a matter of time until the truth came out.
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