Todos los capítulos de If Tomorrow Never Comes: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

The bass guitarist stepped forward with his hand extended. “Shawn Simmons. That was priceless,” he said, flipping his reddish brown hair out of his eyes. It was long in the front, but collar length in the back and sides, and wavy.“Nice to meet you,” I replied, laughing as I shook his hand. Somehow, I already felt at home with this group of guys. In fact, it was almost as if we had known each other for a while and not that we’d just met.The drummer stretched across his drum set, extending his hand to me as a strand of short brown hair fell into his eyes. “Wyatt Ryker,” he said, laughing. “That was so cool!” He nodded toward his blond friend. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him at a loss for words before.”“Ass,” Brett mumbled under his breath as he turned his attention back to his guitar. “It was an honest mistake. She looks young.” Then, he looked over at me. &l

“Did you bring your things?” I asked, eager for him to move in.“I brought just a few things for now,” he said as he pushed the key into his jeans pocket. “I’ll bring the rest later. But right now, I want you.” His lips crushed down on mine, almost an assault, as he supported me with one arm under my ass and then ran the other hand through my hair. He walked over to the couch, unable to wait for the bedroom, and sat down with me on his lap. My breath quickened as I felt his rock hard erection through both of our jeans. He looked into my eyes as his fingers slid into my hair, pulling my head toward him.I pulled his shirt up his back, enjoying the feel of his tight muscles under my fingers. He broke the kiss just long enough for me to pull his shirt off and throw it onto the floor, and then pressed his lips to mine as he fumbled with the buttons on my shirt. “Oh, fuck it,” he said and them ripped it open.I la

I pulled up in front of my apartment, and Logan’s car was already there. I sat in my car, thinking about what Craig had said, and started to fume all over again. How dare he say that about Logan? But as I thought about it, I knew that it was nothing against Logan. Craig would have said that about any guy that I dated. I took a deep breath and silently vowed not to tell Logan what Craig had said, knowing that he would hit the roof.I walked into the apartment, and the scent of rich Italian cuisine rushed to me. I inhaled the tangy scent, letting it wash away my anger toward Craig. “Hey, honey! I’m home!” I bellowed as I stepped in.“There she is!” Logan said as he peeked his head around the corner from the kitchen. “Come on in! I poured you a glass of wine.”I smiled. It was good to come home to Logan. He made everything beautiful just by being there. “Wow! Something smells great!” I said as I wrapped my

I gasped as he pushed into me as he pulled me to him. I leaned back and braced myself against the table as I slid my legs over his shoulder. He watched as he pulled in and out of me, and sensitizing my whole body. He took my breath away with his urgency as he fucked me, pushing harder and faster. Then, he slid his hands under my back and lifted my breasts to his lips as he sucked and flicked my nipples then released me and moved his fingers to my clit, grazing it with his thumb as he fucked me hard, until he sent me over the edge. I screamed out in orgasm and he covered my moans with his lips as his tongue entered my mouth, swirling around mine, never slowing his pulls.A moment later, he moaned into my mouth as his cock swelled and his cum shot off inside of me as my walls clamped down around him, sending me over the edge again. “Don’t stop!” I moaned as my spirit soared with his until all I could see or feel was Logan as I moaned in orgasm.Soon, ou

I knew that I’d better get used to this fast. Soon, I would be playing gigs in stadiums filled with people. But I quickly pushed the thought aside when the band rushed past me, off the stage.The lead guitarist noticed my guitar and gave me a quick wink. “Break a leg, but not literally.”I nodded, trying to force a smile, but finding no words.He folded his arms across his broad chest and watched me walk past. Then he stopped me. “Take a deep breath,” he said as his curly brown hair fell into his big blue eyes. “That stage is yours! Own it! Claim it!”I nodded, and then turned to face the stage.He gave me a gentle nudge on the back. When I looked around, he was smiling. Off to the side, Craig gave him a dirty look. Across the stage, in the wings, was my band. Noah made eye contact with me and smiled. Then, he gave me a thumbs up.In that moment, I turned my nerves into adrenaline and let it fill my