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)
Our eyes lock, and hers are filled with raw emotion. “I want to say I don’t deserve you,” she says, sniffling back her tears. “After everything, you let me back in so easily when I don’t deserve it, but I won’t say it because I know what you’ll say.”
“And what’s that?”
“You’ll say I do deserve it, that I do deserve you.”
“Damn right.” I capture her mouth with my own and flip her gently onto her back. Without breaking our kiss, I tug her underwear down her legs, then inch downward so I can get reacquainted with her pussy. Trailing kisses down her growing belly, I settle between her thighs and spread her lips wide so I can lick up her center.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this. The taste of your pussy.”
She moans, bucking her hips as I tongue her, stopping at her clit. With slow and methodical flicks to her swollen nub, I make her come so hard that she screams my name while fisting my hair and holding my face to her pussy. Only once she releases my face and pushes me away, shaking her head and telling me she’s had enough, do I stop.
With one hand holding me above her, I take my shaft into my other hand, and guide myself into her tight warmth. She’s so slick my dick glides right in. I stop once our bodies are connected, taking a moment to appreciate what this feels like: home. I’m finally home.
“No more running,” I murmur against her lips as I start to move in and out of her. “This is where you belong, with me inside you. Understand?”
“Yes,” she pants, wrapping her legs around me.
“Say it,” I growl, fucking her harder, deeper, needing to be as connected as our bodies will allow. I find her clit, and her body trembles as I massage circles, determined to make her come again.
“No more running,” she breathes.
“Because you’re mine.” I suck on her heated flesh. “Always.”
Just as she starts to repeat my words back to me, her orgasm rips through her, sending her over the edge and taking me along with her.
I drop my head into the crook of her neck, catching my breath, and she wraps her arms around me. “I’m yours,” she murmurs into my ear. “Always.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
KENDALL
“I know it’s last minute,” my dad says from behind his desk, “and if you’re not up for it, we can absolutely tell them no, but with you and Raging Chaos being in the running for several awards, when they asked, I wanted to at least run it by you guys.”
“What do you think?” I ask Declan since the decision whether we play at the iHeartRadio Music Awards isn’t only mine to make. While we’re both supposed to be attending, since Raging Chaos is on a break and I was as well, we weren’t scheduled to perform. But when another artist broke her leg, they called my dad to see if Declan and I would be up for performing “Drunk on Your Love.”
“I think that’s up to you,” Declan says, squeezing my hand. “The show is next week, which will put you at eighteen weeks pregnant. Will you be up for that?”
“I don’t see why not. Since you’re not a dancer, we can have a tamer performance choreographed. Nobody will expect you to bust out with any moves.”
Matty, my choreographer, snorts out a laugh. “That’s true. We can play off the video. Have it set up like the inside of a bar. Then switch to the outside. Throw in some fake rain, some pyrotechnics, yada yada”—he waves his hand in the air—“and call it good.”
“You okay with that?” I ask Declan, just to be sure since Raging Chaos’s idea of a show generally includes them, their instruments, and at some point, them taking their shirts off while women beg them to impregnate them.
“I’m good with whatever you want to do.”
He smiles at me, and Bailey makes a gagging sound. “We could just forget all the rain and pyrotechnics and have them dry hump on the stage. I bet the viewers would prefer it.”
“Ha-ha.” I glare at her. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”
“Actually, yes, I do.” She stands. “We have a week to get ready for a performance that we usually have months to prepare for.”
“I want you both in the rehearsal studio as soon as this meeting is over,” Matty says, standing as well.
“Actually, I have an appointment afterward. Can we start fresh tomorrow?” I bat my lashes at him, hoping it will keep me safe from his wrath.
He growls under his breath but agrees before stomping out. “Love you, Matty!” I yell.
“Love you too, Stiff.”
I roll my eyes at his annoying nickname for me. “How long will we have to be together before that dumb name goes away?”
“I think in order for it to go away, people would actually have to know you’re taken,” Bailey says with a laugh before fleeing.