“I don’t have the talent and drive that you do. And – that’s okay. Because I want to be here. I want to be with Colton, I want to have kids soon after we get married.” She smiled softly at Darcy. “Your dreams are bigger than mine, and… Darce, I really hope you know that I would never leave you if I thought you weren’t going to have your dreams, even without me and Emerson. Iknowthat everything is only just beginning when it comes to your music. In the last year, you met Shelby Linwood. You’re on a soundtrack for a movie starring Kerrington Kosta. You’re in a… dare I say, serious relationship? With Juliet Jacobs. Who knows what else is next? All I do know is that it’s notherefor you.”
Blythe’s words struck a chord through her, settling the frayed nerves she’d still had. Because she knew, without a doubt, that Blythe was right.
She’d reach out to Copper Canyon and discuss the situation. It didn’t have to end here.
“You’re right,” she verbalized, taking in a deep breath as she realized that she actually hadn’t told Blythe, “I’m going to L.A.”
“Yeah, you are. But I will, obviously, expect you back here for my wedding. Who else is going to walk me down the aisle?”
“I’d knock someone on their ass if they tried to take my place,” she half-joked, before sobering. “I willalwaysbe back here when you need me. Or just to visit.”
Hell, maybe she – they? – could eventually buy something in Nashville. That… that could really be something.
Darcy took a deep breath, aiming a serious stare at Blythe. “You have to promise me one thing.”
Blythe was already nodding. “Okay.”
“Wow.” She studied her sister, letting out a soft whistle. “Youmuststill feel guilty as hell, because you never agree to a promise without knowing what it is first.”
Blythe knocked their shoulders together. “Just tell me.”
“You have to be the one to tell Eliana about what’s happening. I can’t face her with a bombshell like this.”
Blythe snorted in laughter, her body shaking with it. “I can handle that.”
Dead Air — Life goes on…
May 5
Amid the aftermath of the end of their long-term relationship, Robbie Calder seems to be recovering just fine. He was seen at dinner last week with model Sienna Marlowe.
Juliet Jacobs, on the other hand, has been soothing her broken heart by focusing on spending time with former enemy-turned-best friend, Darcy Kincaid. The pair have been spotted together quite a bit around Los Angeles lately.
Chapter Forty-One
“Darcy –fuck!”Juliet cried out, one of her hands buried in Darcy’s hair, gripping her tightly, holding Darcy’s mouth right against her cunt as she came on her tongue for the… third? Time that morning.
Her entire body sang, pulse pounding in her ears. She was so fucking wet, she’d made a mess of the sheets, of Darcy’s face.
“One more,” Darcy breathed into her, her voice low and throaty, and Juliet shuddered at merely the sound.
“I can’t –oh!” She arched down into Darcy, her eyes rolling back in her head as Darcy flicked her tongue over Juliet’s clit, fast and unyielding. “N-no,” the word escaped her on a moan, as she weakly pushed Darcy’s head back.
“Okay,” Darcy murmured, even as she pouted.
Juliet’s wetness dripped down her face, and that… that was sometimes enough for Juliet to decide she might be able to come again. Especially when Darcy leaned in, gently running her nose up and down Juliet’s inner-thigh, so close to her pussy but not touching her. Then she pressed an open-mouthed kiss there, scraping her teeth teasingly against her skin.
“Darcy,” she muttered, exasperated. Half in reproach, half begging.
“Mmm,” Darcy hummed back against her.
“You have your meeting with the label today,” Juliet stated, firmly. Doing her best to keep a clear head.
Darcy made a small, dismissive sound in the back of her throat. “I have time for this,” she declared, dragging the tip of her tongue up Juliet’s thigh, closer… closer…
Juliet wasn’t a saint, either.
If Darcy wanted to spend her entire morning making Juliet come in her mouth, why should she argue?
