Total pages in book: 10
Estimated words: 9381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 47(@200wpm)___ 38(@250wpm)___ 31(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 9381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 47(@200wpm)___ 38(@250wpm)___ 31(@300wpm)
It's sexy as hell.
I watch her, my dick hard and aching. Just once, I want to know what it's like to get lost in her. Would she be as passionate in my bed as she is on stage? Shit. Do I even need to ask? Of course, she would. She throws her whole heart and soul into everything she does.
Saint catches my eye, lifting one brow as if to ask why the fuck I haven't married her yet. It's an excellent question. One I've been asking myself daily for the last five years. The answer remains the same. She's far too good for a motherfucker like me… and after everything we've been through, the one thing in this world I'm not willing to lose is her.
I won't survive it. I fucking can't. She is my world—the whole goddamn thing. Every single thing I do revolves around her. We go where she wants to go. We eat what she wants to eat. I'm only satisfied when she's happy. And God help anyone who even thinks about making her cry or putting their fucking hands on her.
She may not know it, but she's mine in every way that counts.
As soon as we finish the song, I hop off stage, heading for the bathroom. If I don't take care of the situation in my pants, I'm not going to survive the rest of the rehearsal. Not with her in that damn skirt.
I swear to Christ, she has no concept of just how gorgeous she is. She complains about how her clothes fit as if they're doing something wrong, but from where I'm sitting, every item in her closet fits her all too well. She tortures me in those skirts and has no clue she's even doing it.
"Where are you going?" Jace shouts.
"Bathroom!" I yell back, not even turning around.
As soon as the door closes behind me, I've got my dick in my hand and her image in my mind. I imagine her spread out beneath me, laughing up at me, all sunshine and fucking hearts in her eyes, crooning my name. My hand flies over my erection, my thumb swirling precum around the tip.
"Fuck," I groan, dropping my head back against the door as Imaginary Pen wraps her lips around me, taking me deep. My fist flies up and down my shaft in rough pulls.
She hums, those gorgeous eyes locked on my face…and I lose it. I growl her name, ropes of cum spilling into my hand and splashing onto the floor at my feet.
"Pen," I groan, working out every last drop. "Fuck, Rebel. What are you doing to me?"
"Declan?" She taps on the door behind me. "You okay in there?"
My heart slams against my ribcage, another rope spilling across my fingers as her sweet voice floats through the door.
"Fine," I gasp. "I'm fine, Rebel."
"You sure? You ran off stage awful fast."
"I'm fine. I'll be out in a minute!"
She hesitates for a long moment and then sighs. "Okay."
I grip myself again, my cock still hard and throbbing, as I slide my fist up and down my shaft, her voice still ringing in my ears.
Jesus. One way or another, I have to figure out how to make her mine. There is no other option.
Chapter Two
Pen
"Do you want to come over for dinner?" I ask Declan, scraping my sweaty hair back into a ponytail after rehearsal.
He shoves my sticks into his back pocket, his T-shirt stretched tight across his broad chest. His gorgeous blue eyes find mine across the dressing room, his gaze level. "You going to cook for me, Rebel?"
"Maybe." My stomach turns somersaults just like it always does when he looks at me like that. I swear, it's like he's staring straight into my soul sometimes.
Does he even know that I've been crazy about him since the day I auditioned for the band?
Probably not.
Every damn song I write is about him. But he doesn't know it. When we write together, it's magic. And he swears it's because we know each other so well.
The whole world thinks we're sleeping together. The heat between us is molten. But to him, I've always been an annoying little sister, someone in need of his protection. To me, he's always been my whole world. I'd follow him anywhere. But he never sees it. He just ignores every question people ask about us. He isn't even subtle about it. It's so blatant that our fans make a point to ask about us every single Q&A just because they find his reaction funny.
So, Declan, are you and Pen dating?
Thanks for your question. Next!
Argh!
It drives me crazy how oblivious he is to how I feel about him when it's all I think about. He haunts my every freaking moment.
Every dream I have is wrapped up in him. Every fantasy about the future features him. All of my hopes, dreams, and plans have him at the center. I'm so desperately in love with him that it's sickening.