Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“We done?” I ask Layla, who laughs.
“Yep, that’s a wrap.”
Without giving a fuck who’s watching—and knowing they’ll have signed NDAs and have no electronics on them since it’s not allowed—without a backward glance, I carry Kendall off the set and to my dressing room, which has been vacated. Closing the door behind us, I lock it and walk us over to the couch, dropping her onto it.
“Oh God, I want you,” she groans as I lift my shirt over my head and then drop back down on top of her, crashing my mouth against hers. We kiss, hard and rough, only stopping to remove her soaked shirt and bra, and then again to get our shoes and pants off.
Once we’re both naked, she pushes me back and climbs onto my lap, lowering herself onto me. I let her ride me, enjoying her tits as they bounce along with her sexy ass. Her hips swivel from side to side, her pussy gripping me like a vise. I take one of her tits in my hand and bring her nipple to my mouth, wrapping my lips around the tightened bud and sucking on it.
“Oh fuck, Dec…” Her eyes roll to the back of her head. “Suck harder.”
I love how responsive she is, the way she lets any and all of her inhibitions go when we’re together. To the world, she’s one person—a prim and proper pop star who’s constructed a wall to keep her feelings in and everyone else out—but with me, she lets that wall down, exposing her real self and allowing every emotion to be front and center. She doesn’t even realize she’s doing it, but I see it… I see her.
I do as she asked and take her nipple farther into my mouth, sucking on it until her back arches, and a loud moan escapes her parted lips. As if there’s a direct line from her breast to her pussy, she squeezes the fuck out of my dick, and I take over, needing to make her come before I do.
With one hand curled around her hip and the other stroking her clit, I move her up and down, massaging the inside of her walls with my cock until she’s screaming my name in ecstasy as she comes hard, taking me along with her.
“Jesus,” she mutters once she’s come down. Her head drops to the crook of my neck, and she places a soft open-mouthed kiss on my flesh. “I can’t get enough of you.”
I smile inside as I lift her face and kiss her lips. “That’s my hope,” I tell her honestly. “That you’ll always want more.”
“Pass me the salt.”
Kendall reaches behind her and grabs the salt, handing it to me. Before I can take it, though, she pulls her hand back and leans forward. “Kiss first.”
She makes the most adorable kissy face that has me chuckling as I step between her thighs and plant my hands on the countertop on either side of her. My mouth connects with hers, and my tongue delves in, capturing hers and sucking on it.
“Dec, you’re going to burn the food,” she says, pushing me away with a laugh. “And it smells too good to waste.”
“Hey, you’re the one who asked for a kiss,” I point out, taking the salt from her and stepping back in front of the stove.
It’s been almost two weeks since we’ve been home, and every night has been spent with Kendall at my place. When she’s not at the studio recording her next album—where I join her most of the time—we’re here eating, fucking, or watching The Vampire Diaries. We’ve created a nice little bubble—yeah, we love those damn bubbles—but it’s about to be popped because tomorrow is Mother’s Day, and my father has requested my presence at dinner. It’s not that I don’t want to see my mom, but every time we’re together, it ends with them teaming up against me in some ridiculous and pointless effort to get me to quit my job. And with the rumors running rampant about Gage missing and the band and label staying silent, they probably think their chance of convincing me has increased.
Which is why I almost told her no when Kendall offered to go and play the buffer… but then she looked at me with bright and hopeful eyes, and I didn’t have it in me to say anything but yes. She had mentioned once that Kyle rarely brought her around his parents because they would snub her career choice, and I didn’t want to chance her thinking I was doing the same thing. So I called my parents and told them my girlfriend would be coming and warned them that she’s a singer and if they so much as make a rude comment, we’ll be walking out the door.