Sated by Charity Parkerson

Author:Charity Parkerson [Parkerson, Charity]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00N42RX4W
Publisher: Punk & Sissy Publications
Published: 2014-10-02T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

“The world is in mourning today after the plane carrying the popular band, Exile, went down overnight outside a private Louisiana airstrip. All five members including front men, Killian Moore and Lyric Wynters, were killed upon impact.”—New Orleans Tribune

Present day…

Arbor was staring at the toes of her shoes as she stepped off the elevator. Lyric wasn’t sure why, but she’d always had some paranoia issue about stepping over the gap between the lift and the floor. It was one of those tiny details that made her who she was. One of the many things he’d missed. When her chin lifted, her steps slowed. Her surprise over finding them waiting for her was written in every line of her face. He straightened away from the wall. Killian did the same. In true Arbor style, she didn’t greet them the way anyone else would.

“There’re seven billion people in the world.”

A low chuckle left Killian’s lips, but he didn’t ask. Lyric wasn’t as controlled. “What does that matter?”

“You’re the only two I want to see, and you both look very happy today.” Not nice or hot. They looked happy. Damn. It was true.

“We’re ecstatic,” Killian agreed before Lyric got the chance.

His palms itched to touch her. “You’re smiling too,” Lyric pointed out to keep from pouncing on her.

Arbor pulled a face. “Don’t laugh. For a moment, I felt like I was coming home.”

It was hard. Lyric bit back the stupid grin that was growing inside him. Not for the reasons she would suspect him of should he let it loose. His happiness was hard to contain. To keep it from happening, he pointed out the obvious.

“You are coming home.”

She eyed the door next to him. “If you say so,” she muttered under her breath, but Lyric still heard it. “Anyhow,” she said, a bit louder. “It’s almost funny. I was just thinking about how I wished I could see you, and here you both are.”

“Even the gods couldn’t keep us away.” Lyric had never meant anything more in his life. Thankfully, Killian spoke up, keeping him from making an ass of himself.

“Go get some jeans on, love.”

“Why?” Even as Arbor questioned him, she moved to unlock the door, obviously intent on doing as Killian bade. Lyric didn’t give him time to answer.

“We’re going to a party and you can’t wear that skirt on my bike.”

“I’m guessing you don’t mean the kind you pedal.”

Considering the humor in her voice, Lyric assumed she was joking. “Hurry. We’ve been waiting.” At his order, she rushed inside. Killian flashed him an amused look. Arbor had never been capable of arguing with him. Lyric didn’t know why. He never said anything special. It seemed some things never changed. The way his chest tightened, muscles bunched to spring, Lyric silently acknowledged the way Arbor made him feel was something else that hadn’t changed one bit. She was an addiction. He didn’t know how else to explain it. In her presence, his skin itched to feel hers. When she was out of reach, his hands shook from the withdrawals.

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