It seems the things worth keeping are often the hardest to hold…
I had two things in life that mattered. My mother and my music.
Mama was taken from me too soon, and now music is all I have left. It’s the thing that’s pushed me right out of backwoods Georgia into Los Angeles, where the line between fantasy and reality shimmers and blurs. I’m finally making my way, making my mark. I can’t afford to fall for one of music’s brightest stars. Not now. Music is all I have left, and I’m holding on tight with both hands. I won’t let go, not even for Rhyson Gray.
I had one thing in my life that mattered – music. The only constant, it’s taken me to heights most people only dream about; a gift dropped in my lap at birth. I thought it was enough. I thought it was everything until I met Kai. Now she’s all I think about, like a song I can’t get out of my head. If I have to chase her, if I have to give up everything – I will. And once she’s mine, I won’t let go.
I shouldn’t have come. All the things I felt and fought, the things I suspected he felt too, he just spewed all over me. And as much as I want to be, I’m not sure I’m ready. I’ll never forget seeing my Mama in bed for days after Daddy left. And even though she got up, I suspect a part of her never left that bed, but just stayed there, waiting. We had to leave the house where she grew up and where I spent my first years, because Daddy left us with nowhere to go. Mama learned to stand on her two feet, and I’ve done the same. I just didn’t count on Rhyson sweeping me off of them.
“We’re obviously on different pages about this.” I pull my hands free and turn to leave, but he steps in front of me, blocking my grand exit. “Let’s talk later.”
The heat of his body grabs me before his hands do. He traps my chin between two fingers, taking my mouth in a paradox of rough and tender. I want to move. To slide away from his body pressing me into the pool table. But I can’t. Not with his hand caressing my back. Not with his tongue in my mouth. Not with his erection pressing into my stomach. I can’t. I won’t. I have been denying myself this, and I’m so damn hungry. My mouth opens under his, ravenous and wet and hot. His groan vibrates against my lips.
“Yes. Good God, yes, Pep.” His words slip down my throat.
I strain up on tiptoes, clawing my fingers into his dark hair, forcing him closer. He lifts me onto the pool table, planting himself between my knees. His fingers skim my bare thigh, working up my leg until he reaches a damp patch of silk. He pushes my panties aside, rubbing his hand into the wet flesh there before sliding one long finger and then another inside of me. I rock into these fingers which have awed millions with their skill. They own me. I’m the instrument in his hands. He’s playing me. Plucking at me. Strumming me.
He tugs at the wide neck of my sweater until it falls away from my shoulder, slipping his hand in and cupping my naked breast. He brushes his fingers over my nipple, and I lose my mind and every inhibition. My head flops back and I stretch my legs wider, offering him anything he wants.
“Are you kidding me?” His question burns the vulnerable curve of my neck as he drags his lips to my shoulder. “You come here wearing no bra and think I won’t…”
He abandons the words, his dark, untidy head disappearing under my sweater, and before I have time to regain even millimeters of sanity, my nipple is in his mouth and he’s suckling me. Not gentle. Not soft. My breasts are so small, he almost eats me whole. Every draw, every suck, every bite sends a power surge to my core until my knees hold his hips in a desperate grip, and my nails rake across the flat surface of the pool table behind me.
His mouth at my breast. His fingers inside me. His clean scent surrounding me. I have nowhere to hide anymore. I am exposed. I want to spread myself wide open for him. That voice that has been telling me I can’t rely on him. I can’t trust him. I can’t need him—that voice is stunned into silence by his thorough possession of my body, by the inferno between my legs, blazing a hole right through my soul and scorching my heart.
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My Soul To Keep is that kind of story I enjoyed : where love and music are entwined, keeping me mesmerized.
A deep and intense love story that breaks down the barriers. When I started it, I knew that their journey was going to moved me.
Kai is a brave woman; she’s working hard to realize her dream, to be an aspiring singer.Not only she could sing but she was also an amazing dancer. Always on the run and handling three jobs, she doesn’t have time to get involved emotionally. She lost her mother few months ago and she haven’t grieve yet. Stubborn, fierce, she wants to succeed in her own. She doesn’t want to rely on someone.
Rhyson is a genius, rockstar with some commitment issues and overcoming a troubled past. This guy has it all, music, fame, women, everything he wanted. He learned to work on his own and doesn’t trust a lot of people, only a close knit group. I loved his presence, charisma and intensity. Music is an extension of him and reading about how he was experiencing it was very interesting and moving.
When these two met, we can’t deny how striking it was, like a earthquake! I think their first encounter will stay in my mind for a long time. I felt like I was in the same room experiencing it. A very strange sensation. I really enjoyed how Kai was doing everything she could to put him at distance. And Rhyson … Just getting hot in here.
Of course there’s drama, and a road full of pitfalls. They became friends with a flirty banter, almost crossing the line between friendship and lovers.
Rhyson’s famous status could be a little bit overwhelming. For the first time, a woman was just enjoying spending time with him, not for his money, privilege or favors. He has a past for sure, and Kai as well, but even of they were more than friends, I was waiting for the moment of surrender. Just a slow burning freaking hot romance.
How much time have they left before everyone wants a piece of Kai? Rhyson wanted to keep her for himself, it’s selfish but he was more experienced and show business can eat her whole if she isn’t careful.
Why I gave four stars?
Haha … Kai’s issues were too much repetitive, sometimes it was too much and maybe not necessary. I understand that some drama is needed but once they got together, everything was coming from all sides.
Rhyson has flaws but surprisingly, it was less heavier than Kai’s. Even if sometimes he made some decisions that I wouldn’t approve. It was his clumsy way to protect her.
And the end and the sneak peek … I think Kennedy wanted to break my heart and she succeeded. Now I have to wait … a few months!!!
Excepted those parts, it was beautifully written and passionate. The author made me feel so much. I really enjoyed reading this magnificent story about two broken souls who found their way into music and each other. But will they be able to be happy together? I can’t wait to find out!
** My rating : Four “Soul” Stars! **