Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“We can only hope.” Rhys sighs, before he looks back over at me. “So, that’s what we wanted to come and tell you, darling. We took care of it. Just like we said that we would.”
“I…don’t really know what to say,” I admit, a little stunned by their revelation.
“You could start by saying ‘thank you,’ princess,” Van suggests, his eyes locked on mine.
“Yes, of course…I’m just so stunned. Of course, thank you.” My words come out low, as I let out a shivering breath. “Seriously. I’m happy you cleared my name. At least this way the band doesn’t have to pay the price for my total lack of self-control—”
“This is the part where you come back to L.A., Alyssa,” Rhys replies, closing the distance between us, now resting his hands on my waist. “That’s really the main reason we came here, to take you back where you belong.”
“You really think I belong out there?” I scoff at the idea of it. “Rhys, that city pretty much chewed me up and spit me out in the span of, maybe six months?”
“But you survived it,” Rhys murmurs as he presses his fingers underneath my jaw, forcing me to look up into his gaze. “Do you know how many people can say that shit? Especially after everything you’ve gone through?”
“…I don’t know if that’s enough, Rhys.”
“Fine,” Rhys whispers, still staring down at me as he speaks. “If that’s not enough, then how about the fact that I’m in love with you?”
“Rhys—”
“There’s no one else for me, Alyssa,” he continues. “And I don’t think there’s anyone else for you, either. And I don’t…I don’t think any of this works, I don’t think I work if we’re not together. It’s like nothing makes sense anymore.”
“…That’s how I feel, too,” I admit, my lips trembling with my every word. “Rhys, I…I thought getting away from L.A. was going to make me feel better, but being away from the band, all of you, just made me feel so much worse. It’s like…I can’t go back to being the person I was before I met any of you. I thought I could, but it’s like…”
“Trying to solve a puzzle with all-blank pieces,” Cameron suggests.
I nod in agreement. “It just feels so fucking impossible.”
“Then just come home with us, Alyssa,” Van says. He closes the distance between us too, his hand soon resting on my shoulder. “Just come home, princess. Forget everything to do with the studio. We just…I just need you back where you belong.”
I feel tears stinging behind my eyes as I look between Rhys, Van, and Cameron, my body becoming overwhelmed with emotion. I should’ve known better than to think that I ever stood a chance being away from them for too long. Something inside of me was calling out to be close to each of them again, to hop on the next flight and forget all about my ill-fated attempt to leave everything in L.A. in the dust.
“…Okay,” I murmur, as joyous tears spill down my cheeks. “I’ll come back to L.A. with you. All of you. I think I…I think it’s where I belong, being with you. Even if the music part doesn’t come back until a little later.”
“Good girl,” Van smirks, before he playfully kisses my tears, effectively wiping them away from my skin with his lips.
And I smirk right back at him, linking my hand with his, intertwining our fingers before I give his palm a tight squeeze.
“Fuck…Van...”
Almost as soon as I get back to L.A., the guys drive me to Rhys’s apartment, each of them practically unable to keep their hands off me on the ride over. It was bad enough having to pretend like I wasn’t having an orgasm in the backseat of a Lyft, Rhys casually chatting as he furiously fingered me and I forced down moan after moan. But things got even more intense once we all walked through Rhys’s front door, with Van immediately bending me over the nearest table and slamming his cock inside of my wetness.
As I take Van’s cock, my hands pressed against the living room wall, I whimper and whine, my pussy walls stretching to accommodate his girth.
The next time I whine, I feel Van’s palm come down against my ass, hard, his spanking me perfectly matching the rhythm of the way he’s pounding into me, too.
“Don’t complain now, princess,” Van growls, as he expertly eases his cock into me yet again, sliding deliciously against my walls, teasing and satisfying all at once. “You’ve been a bad girl and you need to be punished for leaving us.”
“I know…” I whimper, my pussy clenching tight around his shaft, my ass loving the sting from his palm. And as I’m wondering how to get Van to spank me again, I feel his palm returning to my ass, this time with even more force than before.