Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“For your music, right?”
He snorts and shrugs, a sexy smile on his lips. I know I should go to sleep and avoid answering, but I start to spill the answer as if he’s pulling it from my lips.
“What do I want in a man? I could probably tell you more of what I don’t want.”
“I’m okay with knowing that,” he says in a deep husky voice.
I look down at him. Although he’s still rubbing my foot, his eyes are closed. I figure he’s not going to remember any of this as he’s already half-asleep.
I look up at the ceiling and allow the question to truly sink in. What do I want in a man? It’s a darn good question.
One I’m not sure I know the answer to. I haven’t really taken the time to think about it. I frown, it’s something I should be able to answer more readily.
“I want someone who’s going to put me first. I don’t mean all the time. Like I get that work is important to most. I wouldn’t stop him from pursuing his dreams and goals.
“I’m talking about having someone willing to fight for me. When it counts. I shouldn’t have to question if I’m important to him.
“Love doesn’t equate to sex, but lovemaking is important. I don’t want to feel used. I want to be touched and made to feel like I’m there. I matter.”
I pause as his hands still. I look back down at him and his eyes are blazing as he looks back at me. I sit up and begin to put my things away so I can take my butt to bed.
That look in his eyes isn’t going to do anything for anyone but get us both in trouble. He needs a muse and I need this job. Nope, no more talking. It’s time for bed.
Bishop
“Good night, Bishop.”
“Good night.”
She turns out the light, officially ending our conversation. I climb from the bed and move down to my blankets and pillow on the floor. We need to hit the road, so there’s no hotel tonight.
Once the guys get in from partying, we’ll be on our way. I’m grateful she turned the light out before she could see how much her words truly affected me. I’m hard as a rock.
Who wouldn’t make a woman like her feel like she matters? I would make her feel like the goddess she is. She wouldn’t feel used or like she didn’t matter. I’d make her see stars and would be sure she felt me.
There would be no question as to how she makes me feel and my need to return the favor. Damn, who the fuck has she been with? If I had a chance to erase her past from her mind…
Let it go, Bishop.
I growl the thought in my head as I reach down to squeeze my hard as fuck cock. If I weren’t so tired, I’d go shower and rub one out.
Instead, I lie there, thinking of my face between those thick thighs. Images of her screaming and writhing beneath me dance in my head. Her head thrown back as I kiss her neck and thrust into her.
I groan and roll onto my side. I might need to force my ass up for that shower. Damn, this is going to be a long-ass four weeks.
When thoughts of her sexy body won’t allow me to sleep, I do get up for that shower. I stand and look toward the bed where she’s curled on her side. She’s so fucking adorable.
I force myself to look away and head for that shower, but the music starts and I head for Lucie and the front of the bus instead, murmuring lyrics the whole way.
CHAPTER 8
Content
Bishop
Saga said she wants to make us real and relatable. Which is why she’s been hanging around the guys to get footage of them in their most raw moments.
I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t make me jealous to see her bonding with them. I know it’s irrational. She’s doing the job I pay her for. To do that, she needs to interact with the entire band.
Although I have no shame in what I’ve done to help her get her job done while keeping the guys from getting too close. It’s not like this doesn’t come from the heart. These kids are important.
“The fans are going to love this,” Saga says as she takes pictures of the guys teaching the kids to play their new instruments.
“Hopefully, this will bring more attention to the need for creative arts in the community. The more funding we can get them, the better.”
Saga turns to me with a sparkle in her eyes. “Fendi said you guys purchased all the instruments and donated to keep the arts programs open in the schools surrounding this neighborhood.”
I shrug, not wanting to brag. I may have set today up to facilitate my needs, but these kids mean a lot to all of us. Not all the band members grew up with deep pockets and stable home lives. We try to give back as much as we can.