Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Sadie nods, her eyes turning watery. “We’re lucky to have each other.”
We spend the rest of the day together, and then go to dinner with everyone for Mother’s Day, heading back to Easton and Sophia’s place afterward for dessert.
“Can we talk about last night?” Camden asks when everyone is hanging out and bullshitting. Normally, I’d be pissed he’s throwing my shit out there, but since everyone in the room is family, I get it. They blame themselves for not speaking up when I was spiraling.
“I want to be part of the band,” I tell everyone, as Sadie takes my hand in hers to remind me that she’s here and by my side. “But I don’t want…” I shake my head. “I can’t be part of that lifestyle. The clubs and after-parties. I know I’ve been clean for over a year, but I was addicted for over six years. I didn’t want to do drugs last night, but I couldn’t handle the situation. It was too much for me, and I had a panic attack. Sadie found me in the bathroom.”
Easton clasps me on the shoulder. “That’s the first damn time you’ve ever told us your feelings, son,” he says. “Thank you.” He steps around and sits in front of me. “The only requirement in your contract is to make music. If something is put on your schedule that isn’t good for you, you tell me. Got it?” I nod. “I’ll make sure it’s taken care of, always. You come first. All of you do.” He glances at Cam, Brax, and Dec. “We’re a family, and the only thing that matters is that you’re healthy and happy.”
Sadie sniffles, cuddling into my side, and I tuck her under my arm, glancing down at her. “See,” she whispers. “You’re not alone.”
“No,” I say, looking around at the people who, despite not being blood, are my family in every way that matters. “I’m not.”
“Holy shit. Yes, right there,” Sadie moans as I devour her pussy with my fingers and tongue. After putting Rory to bed, Sadie and I showered the day off. She said she needed a few minutes, so I got dressed and picked up, knowing she likes it when the house is clean before she goes to bed. I was just finishing the dishes when she called me into the room, where I found her spread eagle on the bed dressed in a tiny as fuck black lace bra and panty set.
Her body coils tightly, and then, with a flick of my tongue, she soars, coming hard. Needing to be in her, I flip her onto her belly—the way I know she likes—and pull her up onto all fours before I line myself up and thrust into her from behind.
“This…You and me… is perfect,” I groan, pulling back and then pushing into her. My hand comes down on her ass, making a cracking sound as it connects with her flesh.
“Again,” she moans, wiggling her ass like the damn minx she is.
I pull out, smack it again, then plow into her, hitting deep.
“Oh, God, yes, again.”
I do as she asks, fucking her with deep, lazy thrusts, alternating between smacking her sexy ass and massaging it. When her pussy tightens around me, telling me she’s close, I pull her up so that her back is flush with my front and massage her clit until she’s screaming my name in pure ecstasy, taking me straight over the edge with her.
Once we’ve both gotten a handle on our breathing, I pull her into my arms, our bodies naturally tangling up in one another. We should probably clean up since I’m sure my cum is dripping out of her, but the thought of her being full of me, even if she is on birth control, is such a damn turn-on. One day, I’m going to put another baby in her, and this time, I’ll be there to watch her belly grow and swell. There was a time when the thought would’ve sent me to drugs, but now, it reminds me why I need to stay clean.
“I want this,” Sadie says, shaking me from my thoughts. “Every day.” There’s no way she could know what I’m thinking, but the fact that we’re on the same page tells me just how perfect we are together.
“I do too.” I kiss her on her lips.
“What I mean is…” She bites her bottom lip nervously. “I want you and me… here… every day.”
“Baby, you’ve got me.” I glide my hand down her side and squeeze her peach of an ass. I don’t know why she’s suddenly acting like this, but I’ll gladly remind her every day that I’m not going anywhere, that she and Rory are it for me.
“No… Ugh,” she groans in frustration. “I want you to move in with me,” she blurts out, her eyes going wide. “If you want to,” she adds softly.