Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“Promise?” she says, kissing my chest. I roll us off the bed while still in her and walk over to the master bathroom.
“Bath or shower?” I ask her, and she doesn’t say anything; she just grumbles.
“Is that your way of asking if I want it bent over or to ride you?” she asks, laughing. “The answer to that is either.” I laugh and turn the bath water on and then go to the double vanity, placing her on it and slowly slipping out of her. “Come back,” she says, and I laugh, watching her while I grab a cloth and wet it. I walk over to her and clean her up. “Thank you,” she says softly. I kiss her lips softly, and my cock starts to stir. “Oh, is he ready for round four?”
“I need food, and I kind of wanted to have round four in the hot tub downstairs,” I tell her, and her eyes light up. “Okay, fine, round five.” I pick her up and carry her to the tub, and we have round four and then round five when she bent over to pick up something. We did have round six in the hot tub.
“I could get used to this view,” she says from between my legs, sitting on the beach. The sun sets while the waves roll in softly. She turns her head to the side and kisses my neck. “I can’t believe we’ve been here for three days already, and I don’t want to go back to the tour bus.”
She sits back against my chest with her hands on my legs. “How about we come back when the tour is over?” I suggest, and she just nods.
“Well, isn’t this nice?” I hear Cori’s voice from behind us. It’s the first time she’s come here. “This house is on point,” she says, sitting next to us.
“Hey,” Kellie says, looking at her and then looking back at the sunset.
“Hey, yourself,” she says, smiling. “Does you two being all chummy chummy mean that the banana has visited the fruit bowl?” She leans back on her hands, and I just shake my head.
“A woman never kisses and tells,” Kellie says, and I smile at the fact that she won’t share this private moment with her, “but I will say that the eagle has landed.”
I groan at the last part of her statement while Cori holds up her hand to high-five. “One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.”
I don’t even answer. Instead, I bask in the fullness that I’m feeling. When we go to bed that night, it’s together, and it’s like that every single night.
Everything just fits into place, and when we try to have a night out in New Orleans, it’s no surprise that she is finally spotted, and the flashes go off when we step out of the restaurant. I make sure I get her in the car and then pull away without hitting any paparazzi, but it’s a close call. “Four more cities,” I say under my breath, and that night when I pound into her, it makes all this fuss worth it. My phone ringing wakes me up the next morning, and I groan when I look at the clock and see that it’s only eight a.m.
“What is that?” I hear her mumble from beside me.
“It’s my phone,” I say, getting up and seeing that it’s Anthony. “Hello,” I whisper into the phone, looking around for my shorts.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I hear him shouting, and I finally manage to get my shorts on and walk out of the French door onto the balcony. I rented a plantation. I had no idea how big this place would be, but it’s what she’s used to. When we first walked in and she saw the winding staircase, she smiled but not as big as when she saw the baby grand piano. She walked over to it and started playing and singing a song I’ve never heard her sing before. It made it worth every single penny.
“I was sleeping,” I hiss at him, walking to the railing of the balcony that overlooks the pond in the middle of the estate, putting the phone on speaker.
“It’s eight,” he says, panting out.
“Where the fuck are you?” I ask him and then watch a bird fly down and try to grab something in the water.
“I’m at the gym on the bike,” he says, “but it’s nine. Why are you still sleeping?”
“I only get to bed after four or maybe five a.m., depending on when we get to the town,” I tell him, rubbing my face.
“You are living the dream,” he tells me.
“I live out of a suitcase and haven’t slept in the same bed more than three nights in a row.” I laugh. “Trust me, I’m not living the dream.”