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“I remember the first time I really felt it. This energy I’d never experienced before. I was on stage with Solar Flare, we’d had a couple of top ten hits, and we were starting to get some traction with the media, TV shows were booking us every week to play, and we played out some mid-sized venues, that was when I first began to experience it.”
“I need to investigate this band.”
“Yes, you do.” Alex’s smile faded a little, her eyes misting over. “They were good times.”
“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”
“I have spent a fortune talking about it with therapists, and life coaches and psychologists. I’m okay, but I don’t need to go deep into it now.”
“Alright, tell me about the best time.”
“Wembley Stadium, that last night, before—” Alex closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She might be okay, but that didn’t mean it didn’t still affect her. Her fingers felt the warmth of a squeeze and she glanced down at Morgan’s hand wrapped around her own. It was comforting, and welcome without beingintrusive and suffocating. “That night it was something else. Us musicians rose up out of the stage hidden in the dry ice, and when we started to play, that crowd went wild, but when Lucy walked on, God, it was electric. This energy just consumed me. It builds and builds and takes over my body, like it’s not even me playing.”
“That must be magical.”
Alex nodded. “I thought, after the accident and the band split up, I thought that was it, that I’d never experience it again. And then, months later, I was on a stage once more, just a small one, with no more than 300 people in the audience to watch a classical rendition ofA Christmas Carol. I felt it,” she said, laughing at the memory, “but there was a major difference this time. With the band, the euphoria used to make me relaxed and sleepy. I’d use up all of my energy on stage, it was high-energy. That was what saved me that night. I’d always strap in and sleep while everyone else would be so wired they’d party.”
“It must have been—”
Alex pressed her finger to Morgan’s lips.
Morgan understood, lifted Alex’s hand, and kissed the palm. “Go on.”
“I don’t know if it's because classical is my calling, and the band was just a rebellious phase to annoy my mother, but when I come off of a stage now, my body is alive. Wired. It feels so sedate on stage that the adrenaline has nowhere to go. Now I guess, I understand how they all felt back then.”
“And you can’t control it?”
“I can control it or deal with it myself.” She chuckled. “Unless I have no reason to and can unleash it on a willing partner. Which is much more fun.”
Morgan fell onto her back, smiling at the touch of fingertips around the swell of her breast. “Consider me a willing participant.”
“Yes, you are.” This time it was Alex who leaned on her elbow. “I’ll never hurt you. Or do anything you don’t want to do. You know that, right? You just have to say—”
“Caesura,” Morgan finished for her. “What does that even mean?”
Alex chuckled. “It’s a musical term. It denotes a pause in a verse, where one might end a verse, and another begins.”
“Okay, that makes sense. I like accelerando, and allegro…” Her smile turned into an embarrassed giggle, “But mostly, I just want the crescendo.”
“To gradually increase,” Alex splayed her fingers around Morgan’s breast and squeezed rhythmically. and then her fingertips raced down the length of her torso. “Accelerando, to increase speed.” When they reached the apex of her thighs, Alex lifted herself, making room to slide easily into the space between, enjoying the arching of Morgan’s back when fingertips glided across her already throbbing clit. “Allegro, to play upbeat, briskly until…the highest point and—”
“Crescendo.” Morgan sighed. “I want front-row seats every night.” Morgan gasped, arms stretched up above her head, as she writhed to the touch. “I like to watch the euphoria take hold. I feel it a little bit too, different to you, but I like to watch you.”
“I think that can be arranged.”
Chapter Forty
Edinburgh
“I don’t understand why we didn’t leave earlier,” Francine complained as the car cruised up the A47. Less than an hour into the journey, she already had a bottle of cava open and poured.
“Because even though I did refute the need for days off, it’s still nice to get a lay-in now and then,” Alex responded. “And anyway, I’m happy to drive and arrive a little later. With Mike at the wheel, it’s comfortable and we have refreshments.” She held up a glass of sparkling water, and caught Morgan looking away, lips pressed firmly together to stop herself from commenting. “Sit back and enjoy it.”
“I guess so.” Francine sighed, sipping from the flute.
“You’ll be asleep in minute anyway,” Alex added, and grinned when Morgan couldn’t hide the smile any longer. “Have you been to Scotland, Morgan?”
“I went to Glasgow once.” She pulled a face that intrigued Alex.
