Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Nope, don’t you get embarrassed.” I grab her hips so she can’t go far. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
She drags her bottom lip between her teeth, and I grab her nape to pull her down for a kiss. I expect her to be disgusted by her orgasm all over my face, but instead, she moans, deepening the kiss. Since she’s already in position, I reach down and pull my dick out, then thrust up into her sensitive pussy.
She moans into my mouth, taking every inch as I try like hell not to nut too soon. It’s been too long, and she feels too good. I could stay right here in her for the rest of my life.
“Fuck me, please,” she begs, so I do. I fuck her deep and fast. I would love for her to come again, but she’s already come twice, and I’m not sure if I can pull off a third. But still, I try. I rock into her, my piercing hitting her walls in the way I know she loves, and minutes later, she’s gripping me like a vise, coming for the third time, and this time, she drags me along with her.
When we’ve both come down, she opens her eyes and sighs, wearing a sated smile on her beautiful face. “I think we should say ‘fuck the world’ and move here. You can give me orgasms all day while we lie out by the pool and beach.”
She drops down next to me and cuddles into my side, and even though she’s only joking, a part of me wishes we could do just that. Because right here, with Kaylee in my arms, is all I fucking need.
The thought both excites and scares the shit out of me because the last time I lost her, I lost a big piece of my heart. And while I’m now older and stronger, my heart a bit tougher, when it comes to Kaylee, I’m still weak as fuck. I have no doubt if she walked away again, a huge part of my heart would go with her. And I’m not sure if there’d be enough left for it to function properly.
“What’s going through that head of yours?” she asks, running her nails down my torso. She stops where my newest tattoo is—the one I got of the roses and thorns to symbolize our love—and gently brushes her fingers along it, tracing the outline of the roses.
“That I’m not sure I can handle losing you again,” I admit truthfully.
Her fingers still, and she props herself up so she can look into my eyes. “You’ll never have to worry about that. I love you, Brax. You’re my forever, and nobody is going to come between us again.”
Bailey: Pictures leaked of you and Kaylee on the beach.
I read the text, my mind going straight to her sitting on my face earlier and quickly hit call.
“What pictures?”
Bailey laughs. “Hello to you too.”
Bailey, Camden’s sister and our social media guru at Blackwood, handles everything for the band, monitoring what gets posted and making sure nothing pops up that can cause us to be seen in a bad light. Image is everything in our business, and with social media being so huge, it’s easy for a simple picture to be taken out of context.
“What pictures?” If there are any of Kaylee naked, I will kill whoever invaded our privacy—even if it’s my fault for dropping my guard so I could give her several orgasms on the beach under our cabana.
“You guys at a restaurant in The Hamptons...”
I release a breath of relief. “Oh.”
“You’ve been spotted, so don’t be surprised if you’re accosted anywhere you go.”
“We’re about to leave, so it’s all good.”
“The paps are speculating, saying with two out of four band members with hearts in their eyes, this might be the band’s undoing.”
“They’re fucking dumbasses.” I scoff.
“True, but we should probably put out some kind of press release. I’m going to talk to the PR department and see what they think.”
“All right, well, let me know. We’ll be home tonight, and Kaylee will be at work tomorrow morning.”
“Sounds good.”
We hang up, and I’m about to join Kaylee in the shower when my phone pings with an incoming email to my personal account from Adam Cohen, my half brother.
I click on the email and read it once, then again, unsure how I feel about it. I’m reading it for a third time when Kaylee comes up and wraps her arms around me from behind.
“Whatcha doing?” she asks, kissing the side of my neck. “I thought for sure you’d have joined me in the shower.”
“I was planning to, but then I got a text from Bailey saying that pictures were taken of us.” She stills, and I know she’s thinking what I thought. “Of us having dinner.” She sighs in relief.