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She arched her back, riding his cock like the naughtiest cowgirl on the ranch. “You better hold on tight, music teacher.”
Music teacher.
He loved it when she called him that.
Still, it was a title he’d never dreamed he’d hold. But thanks to his wife challenging him to become the man she deserved, and the uncle Aria needed, he’d taken on the roles of running Aria’s Song and working as a volunteer teacher and mentor at New Beats.
Three weeks had passed since the Double-Dog Dare Music Festival, and their lives had been a beautiful whirlwind of activity. Harper had blown away the crowd with her talent, not once, but again a week later at Red Rocks Unplugged. He’d insisted she take his spot, and Mr. and Mrs. Luxe had agreed. And it was the right call. Watching his wife fulfill her childhood dream of performing at the iconic outdoor amphitheater filled him with love, gratitude, and a steady sense of knowing who he was.
For the first time in a long time, he knew his purpose in this world.
He understood where he fit.
He didn’t measure his worth by his number of fans or followers on social media. His value didn’t hinge on whether he could transition from pop to rock. He’d spent so many years toiling, trying to honor Trey and Leighton’s memory, but he’d allowed fear and shame to control his every move.
Not anymore.
There was nothing to hide.
He was a neurodivergent learner who embraced his individuality, treasured his uniqueness, and welcomed the creativity it afforded him. It was easier to close himself off and hide, but love and happiness didn’t live in those dark corners. Strength of character was being terrified to take the leap and doing it anyway. After sharing his truth at the Double-Dog Dare Music festival, which had been livestreamed across the globe on LookyLoo, he’d been flooded with fan mail. Neurodivergent learners, parents of children who learned differently, and educators had reached out to thank him and share their stories. Harper was right. His celebrity status had afforded him wealth, security, and a platform to do some real good in this world. It was time to use that status to help others.
And to his surprise, being vulnerable sparked a joyfulness inside him that he could barely contain.
Just like the song playing in the convenience store the day he’d walked in to find Harper wearing his shirt, yelling at an old lady, and squabbling over eight cents, he was walking on sunshine.
However, not everyone was living the dream.
Vance Vibe’s fall from grace had been deliciously swift and brutal. Not only had the man lost credibility in the music world, but he’d also been slapped with a bevy of lawsuits. Turns out, the hard drive Barbie had copied showed that the guy had also been evading his taxes.
Vance’s days of vibing-on and stealing other artists’ work were over.
Eat worms, sucker!
He wasn’t a vindictive guy, but holy shit, he’d enjoyed playing the white knight and orchestrating the douche nozzle’s fall. Now he was done worrying about the pop fraud—especially when he had rock’s new It Girl rocking his world.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
The headboard bumped against the wall as Harper’s lips parted. “I could ride your cock all day long, music teacher.”
He liked the sound of that.
He tightened his hold on her hips. It was time to take control. “Class is in session, bonbon, and you’re about to get a lesson in Tempo 101.” He shifted to a seated position and pulled her in close. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and he reveled in every point of contact. Thrusting his hips, he worked her in maddeningly measured strokes. “Largo,” he whispered against her lips, busting out the Italian word for a slow, savory tempo.
And he sure as hell was savoring every damned second.
Harper purred her satisfaction.
But he had more for his wife.
“Andantino,” he rasped, dialing up the pace. “But I have the feeling you want more.”
“I double-dog dare you,” she challenged.
And you bet your ass he was up for the job.
“Harper Presley-Paige, meetallegro,” he bit out. He flipped his wife onto her back, pinned her hands above her head, and pistoned his hips, working her hard and fast like there was no tomorrow. Banging each other’s brains out, they disintegrated into the flow and grind. The sensual soundscape of the sweat-slick slide of their bodies wove its way around the titillating slap of skin meeting skin.
Harper gasped and writhed beneath him. “I’m there. I’m there. Yes, yes, yes, yes!”
