Page 21 of Faux Holiday


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“You’re not bad yourself, Magic Clown,” I teased as I rolled my hips against his, urging his cock deeper inside. We only had minutes before somebody might catch on to what was happening, so we wasted no time as he wrapped one arm around the low of my back and held me tightly while his other hand braced mine above my head.

Holding them in place, his hips snapped furiously, burying him deeper and deeper inside me with every thrust. My walls clenched and spasmed with need, ready to take every drop he was willing to give me.

“Fuck, I’m going to fill you, baby girl. I’ll give you every last ounce of me for the rest of my life.”

“Yes … Don’t stop, Bastian, God, please don’t stop.” I was panting desperately, trying to keep any bit of air in my lungs. “I’m so close … I’m going to come …”

My fingers flexed desperately, trying to hold onto something, so he shifted his grip, giving me his palm to squeeze as my fingers tightened mercilessly. With a few more pumps of his hips, Sebastian flattened our bodies together as he buried himself as far as he could, spilling into me with a groan. At the same time, my pussy tightened and clenched around him as we suffocated our cries of pleasure against each other’s lips.

After a few minutes, we came back down to earth, and I opened my eyes slowly to find him smiling adoringly at me.

“I love you so much, Bexley. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“I love you too, Sebastian. We’re going to build an empire together with all those babies we plan to make. They are going to take over the world one day.” I grinned as he laughed.

“We’re gonna have an empire of children like the Von Trapp family, taking over the music industry one offspring at a time.”

The image made me laugh more, although, at this point, all the sounds I was making were soft wheezes. “That sounds amazing—as long as we’re not fleeing the mountains from Nazis anytime soon.”

He shook his head. “No, if anything, we’ll always run to the mountains because that’s where it started—that’s where I fell in love with you.”

Epilogue - Bexley

Standing in the recording booth, I pulled the headphones off my ears and hung them around my neck, watching as Bastian worked his magic from inside the mixing booth. He was talking to the other producer with us this morning, pointing at things animatedly, and I smiled.

Grabbing a bottle of water, I twisted the cap off and took a long gulp. Everything about this felt so surreal, and as whirlwind as our romance had been, so too was my career. But frankly, I cared less about it and was more interested in going home to Sebastian. There, we spent time with Tommy and Sophie before hurrying to our bedroom the minute they fell asleep, spending the night wrapped in each other‘s arms.

Don’t get me wrong, I was excited about the prospect of my future, and I was looking forward to touring with Renaissance Revival. I had even managed to talk Bastian into bringing the kids along, hiring a nanny and a tutor to come with us so we didn’t separate our family. I wanted him to understand that as important as music was to me, our family was more important, and I didn’t want to spend one waking minute away from them as a cost of my career.

Honestly, I wanted him to know all of this was a bonus. I could’ve easily gone back to LA with him and been a stay-at-home mom for the kids. That would’ve fulfilled me as much as anything because he fulfilled me—they fulfilled me. Music was a bonus because it would always be in our lives. Now, though, I could have everything I’ve ever dreamed of—and so would he.

“Alright, I know we’ve done this part a million times, but can you do it once more? I want you to do it like this—” He hummed through the speaker, hitting a slightly higher pitch than I had been.

I nodded my head. “Yeah, I can do that. But I was wondering if I could also try a different bridge this time?”

He looked surprised and then glanced at the other producer before shrugging a shoulder. “Yeah, we can try, and if it doesn’t work, we could put it on the back burner for another song.”

I gave him another nod of agreement. “Yeah, but I think you’re gonna like this version better.”

He smiled and gave me the thumbs up, so I pulled the headphones back on, listening as the music picked up in my ears. I began singing the part once more, hitting the pitch just as he asked me to, and Bastian held up his thumbs to approve the change. As I sang through the chorus, I carried on, moving into the bridge, my stomach knotted with butterflies as I prepared myself for this next part.

“When you walked in

I knew my life changed

I wasn’t just a solo artist anymore,

Hell, we weren’t even a duo.

We went straight to a band

and from the sounds of the promises we made,

we’re heading to a K-pop group sooner than we realized …

It’s not two. It’s not four,

no baby, this time it’s going to be five.

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