Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27528 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27528 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Always. Don’t you know I’m a sensitive artist?” Mischief sparkled in his green eyes. “You like my face, but what about my voice?” The humor dimmed slightly, but just enough that I noticed.
“Your voice is really good,” I assured him. “But your guitar playing is perfect. Together, I really enjoy them.” The truth was, if he weren’t so hot, I’d just close my eyes and listen to his album instead of the playlist of his performances on YouTube.
3 MAC
Kayla had no idea how much her compliment meant to me. People often praised my looks, which was flattering but had very little to do with who I was or my talent. My body? Sure, it came from hard work and was part of my rock star image, but the guitar was different. I had to earn the title of guitarist after mastering the piano and drums first. “Thank you, Kayla. Seriously.”
She blushed at the intensity of my words and looked away. I couldn't remember the last time I saw a grown woman blush, and instead of finding it irritating, I found it incredibly intriguing. I wanted to see it again and again. “You know you’re talented, Mac.”
“I do, but it’s nice to be appreciated for more than just my face.”
Her smile came slowly, but it was stunning. Her bottom lip was slightly fuller than the top, forming a perfect half-moon shape as she smiled. “Rest easy, Mac. I appreciate more than just your face.” And your body, her gaze seemed to convey as it swept over me.
I laughed. “Thank you, Kayla. I think I might appreciate more than just your face too.” My eyes roamed over her figure until I noticed her nipples beading beneath her pale blue t-shirt. “Thanks for having dinner with me, but I think it’s time I let you get back to your evening.” A yawn escaped me before I could finish speaking.
She nodded and hid her own yawn. “You’re welcome. It was really nice to meet you, Mac. Sweet dreams.” She stood on her doorstep and watched me cross the yard that separated our homes, unaware that my dreams would be all about her.
Exhausted, I put the leftover food in the fridge and stripped down to my boxer briefs on my way to bed. Thankfully, the rental was fully furnished, stocked with everything from food to toiletries.
My mind went straight to my sexy new neighbor in those unintentionally sexy pajamas that showed off every curve she possessed. She was slightly self-conscious, but she didn’t need to be, not with that body. Fleshy hips, a tiny waist, and a perfect, fully C-cup? That was a body that should be celebrated. Worshipped.
And she was a fan, but not the fan-girl, groupie type that I steered clear of outside of signings. She was the kind of fan you wrote songs for, who could break down lyrics and even knew the acoustic versions of your songs. And holy shit, she was so fucking hot. Beautiful, curvy, and smart, she was miles out of my league.
That thought had my fingers itching for the strings of my guitar. It was clear sleep wouldn’t come, so I reached for my favorite guitar, grabbed a notepad, and started strumming. The songwriting process was peaceful and relaxing, and after tinkering with a few chords, I fell asleep with my guitar on the bed right beside me.
I woke up wearing a smile, the sun streaking across my body, and actual birds chirping outside my window. It wasn’t quite spring yet, but the weather was showing the first signs of the season. I reached for my phone to check the time and found a few messages from my bandmates, mostly photos and check-ins that everyone had made it home safely. Those guys were as much my brothers as Lee. The clock said it was after ten, which meant I was way past due for my first coffee of the day.
I rushed through my morning routine and made my way to Mt. Holiday Bakery to see my friend Torey and my soon-to-be sister-in-law, Nix. The bell above chimed when I stepped inside, drawing the attention of the few customers and a familiar face. “Mornin’.”
Torey stopped what she was doing and ran around the counter to wrap me in a welcoming hug. “Hey, superstar! It’s so good to see your ridiculously handsome face.” She pulled back with a big smile.
I loved Torey in a way I couldn’t explain. I’d never had a real friendship with a woman and she was one of the few people on this planet who was happy to see me just for me. I hugged her back just as tightly. “Torey. It’s so good to see you with your freshly fucked glow.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “Right? Is this why you always look so good—nonstop sex?”