Grave Dissonance (Rhythm and Tempo #3)

Epilogue

I ggy(Two Years Later)

T wo years of wedded bliss. When Marley Banks told me he wanted to marry me a little over two years ago, he didn’t waste any time. As soon as I got out of the hospital, we went to the courthouse, got our license, and tied the proverbial knot. It was the best decision I’ve ever made.

Marley groans, pushing his ass into me. I lift my head to see if he’s up, but his eyes are still firmly shut. My husband is good about letting me fuck him in his sleep. Partly from Marley, I’ve got a somnophilia kink. I never thought it would be possible to be this turned on by another human, but my attraction to Marley grows daily. Let’s just say Kaye isn’t thrilled about our newfound fuckfests onstage. She forgets she complained about us not fucking two years ago.

I grip Marley’s hips and slowly push into him. Lazy morning sex is the best fucking sex. Sure, it’s not intense and wild, but it’s a sex wrapped in comfort.

Marley’s moans have me wild. I smile and nip at his earlobe, pretty sure he’s faking he’s passed out at this point. “I love how nice and tight you are for me, baby.”

His hand comes behind and pulls my neck down to him. I knew he was awake. “Nice way to wake up in the morning.”

“You know what’s better, baby?”

Marley smiles. “A hot load of your cum in my ass?”

Laughter fills the room as I kiss his shoulder. “As much as I’d love to keep this going, I’m gonna need you to put a pin on it and come to the studio.”

“There’s no way anything you have to show me is as good as this.”

Marley used to hate bottoming. It took a year for him to allow me to fuck his ass. The first time I did it was after he took a sleeping pill. Let’s just say for a guy with a somnophilia kink, I felt like a five-year-old waking up on Christmas morning.

It made me ecstatic that Marley was comfortable enough now to bottom. His submission was proof of the solidity of our growing relationship. Every day, our love and commitment grew stronger. He told me once that not being in control activated his anxiety. Bottoming made him overthink everything. Apparently, when he was in charge, he was so focused on taking care of my needs and manipulating the situation, it left no time for intrusive thoughts.

Reluctantly, I pull out of him and run to the bathroom and clean up like I am The Flash on a mission. When I step into our bedroom, Marley’s dressed in a pair of gray jogging pants slung low on his hips .

“You know, if you walk around like that, I’ll have to shackle you to the bed and have my way with you.”

Marley rolls his eyes before grabbing my hand and tugging me to our home studio. He pulls out a stool and pats it. “Sit.”

“Hey, I thought I was supposed to be the bossy one today.”

Marley laughs. God, I’ll never tire of the sound. If I hear nothing but this man’s laugh for the rest of my life, I’d be happy.

“You can take the reins as soon as I’m done. Promise.”

He sits on the piano bench and the room fills with a melodic arrangement of Beyoncé’s “XO”.

I have an urge to complain until Marley belts the lyrics out and my jaw drops all the way to the hardwood floor. Marley’s voice is hauntingly beautiful. The way it breaks at certain points in the song actually makes me like Beyoncé.

When he finishes the last word of the lyrics, I jump out of my chair and pull him into my arms. “How the hell did I not know you can sing like that?”

“I don’t sing very often. There really wasn’t a need for it as a classical pianist, and the band has Lars. It’s something I’m also not very comfortable doing in public, anyway. I just wanted you to hear the arrangement. The lyrics are how I feel about you. I wish I could write you something original, but I’m a composer, not a lyricist, so I thought the next best thing would be to arrange the music. The lyrics make me think of you.”

“Your arrangement is perfect, baby. It made me actually like pop shit.”

Marley wraps his arms around me. “I love you, you know.”

“I know. I love you too.”