it...
“ Eagles, Hotel California.”
“ Hey... You're good honey...” Angel said with a sharp elbow in his side.
“ I know my rock.”
She carried on with the well known Eagles' piece...
A minute later Mutt appeared in the room dressed in a tiger print onesie, complete with a hood and ears. Kyle had to stifle a laugh. He was the biggest 'Tigger' ever...“Cut the racket Roxy, my head fuckin' hurts so bad... Ooowwww!”
“ Racket? Do you mind! Felder and Walsh are two of the best power riffers ever, that's sacrilege... Anyway, it's your own fault. You shouldn't have had those extra shots last night, should ya'? Don't think we don't all know. You do it every full moon,” Roxy replied hotly.
“ It's just one or two,” Mutt said defensively.
“ Yeah, one or two bottles maybe...” she muttered under her breath.
“ I like my little booze ups darlin',” he admitted as he flopped on the other sofa, his furry white tiger feet propped up on a plump cushion. “So, how's the new boy today?” He flashed Kyle a grin, complete with his gappy front teeth.
“ Coping.”
“ Good on 'ya. We all have our way of dealin' wiv stuff. Don't we Roxy?”
“ We sure do, Mutt, we sure do... this is mine.” She began playing a beautifully sensual piece which made him shiver and melt from head to toe.
“ That's a musical orgasm... What the hell is it?” he asked her with a groan of pleasure. How he loved stirring music like this. It set him on fire.
“ Steve Vai, Tender Surrender, and my version is tame compared with his... because he's a guitar genius, but you like it, do you?” She gave him a hot look from under her eyelashes.
“ Do I like it...? Mmm mmm... You're doing it deliberately, aren't you? Getting me going.”
“ Maybe I can sense what makes you tick...” she said softly... her eyes sweeping up and down to his, sexily.
“ You're definitely tickin' my tock right now...”
“ Kyle... My God... You're quite a hot piece of work, aren't ya'?” Saffy said wide eyed, peering around Angel who was sitting between them, eyes closed, wallowing in the same type of ecstasy he was, by the looks of it.... Max snorted and gave him a dirty look as he sipped his coffee on the arm of the sofa at her side. Probably for exciting his pregnant mate a little too much, in the wrong way...
But he didn't care if he was a little bit of hot stuff with the women here, or if the men objected, that was their problem. There was only one thing he cared about or was interested in.
“Sometimes... With the right stimulation,” he answered Saffy's rhetorical question, his face breaking into a wide smile.
He couldn't stop it.
The right stimulation was there. And she was sitting right in front of him. With her long wavy light brown hair, the far too wonderful Roxy thing she had going on, and her musical lovemaking saturating his brain. He was way out there, so far beyond anywhere he'd been before. She ramped up the riffs to the climax of the track, her fingers flying up and down the strings so expertly he was stunned and shivering all over with desire from his head to his toes.
He was gone... somewhere with her. Completely and utterly hooked by this mysterious, talented, and beautiful creature.
For a grand finale, just in case she hadn't won him over, and almost worshipping in tears at her tuneful feet, she began to play a really deep little song. It pulled so hard at his heartstrings that he thought she would pull his heart clean out of his chest. This wasn't really his kind of music normally. But the way she did it, kinda edgy, Lauryn Hill style, with the electric guitar in a simple rhythm in the background, made it magical to him.
'Killing Me Softly' swept him off the face of the planet and she was singing to him, in a very decent voice, with a sexy catch to it.
He shut his eyes and soaked it in while floating above in the heavens.
“ Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly
“ Eagles, Hotel California.”
“ Hey... You're good honey...” Angel said with a sharp elbow in his side.
“ I know my rock.”
She carried on with the well known Eagles' piece...
A minute later Mutt appeared in the room dressed in a tiger print onesie, complete with a hood and ears. Kyle had to stifle a laugh. He was the biggest 'Tigger' ever...“Cut the racket Roxy, my head fuckin' hurts so bad... Ooowwww!”
“ Racket? Do you mind! Felder and Walsh are two of the best power riffers ever, that's sacrilege... Anyway, it's your own fault. You shouldn't have had those extra shots last night, should ya'? Don't think we don't all know. You do it every full moon,” Roxy replied hotly.
“ It's just one or two,” Mutt said defensively.
“ Yeah, one or two bottles maybe...” she muttered under her breath.
“ I like my little booze ups darlin',” he admitted as he flopped on the other sofa, his furry white tiger feet propped up on a plump cushion. “So, how's the new boy today?” He flashed Kyle a grin, complete with his gappy front teeth.
“ Coping.”
“ Good on 'ya. We all have our way of dealin' wiv stuff. Don't we Roxy?”
“ We sure do, Mutt, we sure do... this is mine.” She began playing a beautifully sensual piece which made him shiver and melt from head to toe.
“ That's a musical orgasm... What the hell is it?” he asked her with a groan of pleasure. How he loved stirring music like this. It set him on fire.
“ Steve Vai, Tender Surrender, and my version is tame compared with his... because he's a guitar genius, but you like it, do you?” She gave him a hot look from under her eyelashes.
“ Do I like it...? Mmm mmm... You're doing it deliberately, aren't you? Getting me going.”
“ Maybe I can sense what makes you tick...” she said softly... her eyes sweeping up and down to his, sexily.
“ You're definitely tickin' my tock right now...”
“ Kyle... My God... You're quite a hot piece of work, aren't ya'?” Saffy said wide eyed, peering around Angel who was sitting between them, eyes closed, wallowing in the same type of ecstasy he was, by the looks of it.... Max snorted and gave him a dirty look as he sipped his coffee on the arm of the sofa at her side. Probably for exciting his pregnant mate a little too much, in the wrong way...
But he didn't care if he was a little bit of hot stuff with the women here, or if the men objected, that was their problem. There was only one thing he cared about or was interested in.
“Sometimes... With the right stimulation,” he answered Saffy's rhetorical question, his face breaking into a wide smile.
He couldn't stop it.
The right stimulation was there. And she was sitting right in front of him. With her long wavy light brown hair, the far too wonderful Roxy thing she had going on, and her musical lovemaking saturating his brain. He was way out there, so far beyond anywhere he'd been before. She ramped up the riffs to the climax of the track, her fingers flying up and down the strings so expertly he was stunned and shivering all over with desire from his head to his toes.
He was gone... somewhere with her. Completely and utterly hooked by this mysterious, talented, and beautiful creature.
For a grand finale, just in case she hadn't won him over, and almost worshipping in tears at her tuneful feet, she began to play a really deep little song. It pulled so hard at his heartstrings that he thought she would pull his heart clean out of his chest. This wasn't really his kind of music normally. But the way she did it, kinda edgy, Lauryn Hill style, with the electric guitar in a simple rhythm in the background, made it magical to him.
'Killing Me Softly' swept him off the face of the planet and she was singing to him, in a very decent voice, with a sexy catch to it.
He shut his eyes and soaked it in while floating above in the heavens.
“ Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly
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