Starstruck (Heartstrings Duet #1)

58. here with you

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HERE WITH YOU

LENNON

“HANGING BY A MOMENT” BY LIFEHOUSE

M aybe forgiving him so easily makes me stupid. Maybe I’m still the foolish girl who believes his pretty words, even though I should know better. But isn’t that what love does? It makes you feel insane and has you questioning everything you know about life. It’s wild and crazy and fun and scary.

And most of all, it’s freeing.

Because what’s better than knowing there’s someone—just one single person—in this world who is truly and entirely yours ? One person who would do absolutely anything for you—who will love and protect and care for you in a way you could never imagine. One person who makes your heart beat a little faster and time move a little slower. One person who is so perfectly made for you, who you’re so perfectly made for, too.

Baxter and I? We’re two lost souls who were always destined to collide. He came to me at a time when I needed it most, even if I didn’t know it then. And I think I did the same for him. No matter how hard I tried to fight it or how often I denied it, falling in love with him was always inevitable.

We’re written in the stars.

Holding his stare as tears stream down my cheeks, the words, “I’m in love with you, too,” fall from my lips.

And in the next moment, his mouth is on mine.

He kisses me, and time stops. There’s something so special about kissing the person you’re in love with for the first time after you’ve told them so; it’s a feeling that can never again be replicated.

It’s a moment that I’ll remember for the rest of my life.

His tongue sweeps against mine as he pulls me close, holding onto me as if he’s been gasping for air and suddenly, we can both finally breathe again.

I hold onto him in the same way, both of us frozen in a love so strong, nothing and no one could tear us apart.

“I love you,” he pants, pressing his forehead against mine. Tears streak both our faces, his eyes full of absolute devotion. “I love you, Lenny girl, and I’m never letting you go.”

I brush my hand down his cheek, pressing my mouth to his again. Our hands roam each other’s bodies like this is the last time we’ll have the chance, when really, this is the beginning of the rest of our lives.

The passion between us is one I swear no other human has ever experienced before. He worships me, and I worship him, both of us taking our time exploring and getting to know each other all over again as we collide in a fury of lust and love.

It’s not long before clothes are discarded in a pile on the floor. Standing in his living room, both of us naked as the day we were born, he stares at me while I do the same to him. He growls as he approaches me, wrapping a hand around me and pressing it to the small of my back. Then he begins kissing his way down my body, leaving not an inch of skin untouched.

On his knees in front of me, he wraps his hands around my thighs as presses a kiss to my clit. My knees nearly buckle at the sensation—it’s been a long two weeks of not having his mouth against me, and fuck, I missed him so much.

I lean against the wall and spread my legs wider. He grins up at me before slowly pushing a finger inside. I moan as his finger works, immediately finding the spot only he’s been able to find. I run my fingers through his hair as he licks and kisses and sucks on my clit while he fingers me, and it doesn’t take long before all the blood in my body rushes to the parts of me he’s touching.

“F-fuck,” I stammer, my legs shaking as my pussy grips his finger. He doesn’t let up, his eyes staying locked on mine until I’m screaming. “I’m coming, Bax.”

He moans, and his mouth quirks up at the edges as he says, “I know, baby. Drown me.” Then he gets right back to work, sucking my clit into his mouth and sending me toppling over the edge.

His hands grip my thighs to hold me steady through the orgasm, and when I come down, he pulls back to stand.

I stare at him, an eager hunger swirling in my whisky pools as he says, “I was wrong when I said you taste like trouble all those months ago, Lenny girl.” He brings his finger to his mouth to suck the remnants of my release off of it. “You taste like heaven.”

At those words, I smile, pushing against his chest until the backs of his legs hit the couch and he sits. Then I bring one leg over each of his, straddling him. I grind my core against him, and he digs his fingers into my ass.

“Condom?” he asks as his tip grazes my opening.

We’ve never gone without one before, but I shake my head as I begin to sink down onto his rock-hard cock.

“I don’t want anything between us anymore.” Seating myself on him entirely, my head falls back and my eyes flutter shut as I moan, “Oh, my god.”

“Eyes on me, baby. I want to watch you,” he demands.

My hands rest on his shoulders as I lift and lower myself again, finding a perfect rhythm. My moans grow louder as I pick up speed, and his hands grip my hips while we both watch him continuously disappear inside of me.

“B-Bax,” I whimper as he brings his mouth to my breast, his teeth grazing my nipple.

He pulls back to grin at me as I ride him. “God, I missed hearing you scream for me,” he says, his eyes dark with lust.

And when he trails his finger down my stomach to press it against my most sensitive spot, I cry out.

“Yes, yes. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t, baby.” He continues the motion as my movements become unsteady and sporadic, each swipe of his finger against my clit pushing me closer to climax.

“Come for me, Lennon. Show me how good I make you feel,” he whispers before grasping me by the back of the neck and taking my mouth against his, and the sensation of him everywhere is all it takes to send me falling into pure ecstasy.

“Baxter!” My entire body tightens, and he continues thrusting inside of me, making my legs shake uncontrollably as the orgasm races through me.

“Fuck yes, Lennon. You look so fucking good coming on my cock.”

When the orgasm subsides, my head falls against his chest. My breathing is heavy as he slows his pace. And when I meet his eyes again, there’s a soft look on his face.

“I missed you so damn much,” he whispers, our noses inches apart.

My eyes soften. “I missed you, too, baby,” I tell him honestly, and his smile grows as the words I’ve always refused to say linger in the air around us.

He presses another kiss to my lips before standing. Without losing contact, he flips me onto my back so he’s hovering over me.

“You have one more in you?” he asks, his smile becoming devious.

I smile back at him and nod. Then he brings his lips to my neck and thrusts in deep. I scream, wrapping both legs around his back to hold him as close as possible.

“Touch yourself, baby,” he demands, wrapping a hand around my throat and squeezing gently. He fucks me slow but hard as I do as I’m told, wedging my hand between us to swirl my finger around my clit. My eyes roll back in my head as his cock continuously hits my G-spot.

“Mmm, yes. That’s my good fucking girl.”

“Y-yes, Bax,” I whimper. It doesn’t take long before my spine begins to tingle again, another orgasm crashing into me. “I’m all yours,” falls from my lips as my legs tense around him.

My core grips him like a vice as he thrusts in deep, letting out a roar as his orgasm hits him, too, and he spills himself inside of me.

We lie there motionless for a moment before he pulls back, watching his release spill out of me. His eyes grow black as he uses his middle finger to swipe it up and push it back into me.

I keep my eyes trained on him, my mouth falling open on a moan at the same time as my eyes widen.

“Baxter James, do you have a secret breeding kink?”

He glances up at me, and we silently hold eye contact. I’ve told Baxter in passing that I don’t want kids, and I know he’s never wanted them either. But I won’t lie and say the idea of me carrying his child someday doesn’t turn me on.

“I think I do,” he rasps, a beat of silence passing between us before I burst out laughing. He shakes his head, a laugh falling from his lips, too, as he stands to head to the bathroom.

When he returns, I’m in the same position, lying exposed and vulnerable on the couch.

“Thanks, baby,” I say as he wipes the cloth over me.

When he’s done, he sets it on the coffee table and takes a seat, pulling me close so my back is against my front. He lays a throw blanket over us so we’re not completely revealed, and I lean my head back, his arms wrapping around me.

“Tell me you’ll stay the rest of the night with me, Lenny girl,” he begs, worry lacing in his voice. As if even after everything that’s happened tonight, he’s worried I still might turn around and change my mind about us.

The truth is, I probably should. Maybe it makes me naive or ignorant not to. Maybe I’ve forgiven him too easily.

But I know now, without a shadow of a doubt, that Baxter and I were destined for each other. The things that have happened, everything that led us to where we are, doesn’t matter anymore. All that matters now is that I’m here, and the idea of leaving him now—leaving him ever —doesn’t even cross my mind.

I press a kiss to his hand that’s intertwined with mine as I look up at him. With a smile on my face, I tell him, “I’ll do you one better. How about I stay for the rest of my life?”

His smile is wider than I’ve ever seen before. “Sounds like my dream come true.”

My face mirrors his as I respond, “Mine, too.”

Then he kisses me again, and for the first time in weeks, my world feels complete.