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)
Rolling her onto her back, I cage her in my arms as my heart pounds against my rib cage. She spreads her legs and wraps them around me, pushing my hard shaft back inside her. With my cum still inside her, I slip right in.
“One day, I’m going to put a ring on your finger,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Then I’m going to put another baby in your belly.” I kiss the other corner. “But until then…” I place a kiss on her neck. “There’s nothing I want more than to go to bed and wake up with you in my arms every day for the rest of our lives.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
GAGE
“What’s up, LA?” Camden yells over the roaring crowd. “You miss us?” The deafening screams of the fans are enough to make even the cockiest musician’s heart sing. We’re playing at the Summer Music Festival: an annual festival that houses all types of bands on the beach in LA. It’s been over two years since we’ve played here, and I have to admit it’s nice to be back. It also helps that as I gear up to play, Sadie is standing on the side of the stage, smiling and waving at me.
When the band got the news that we’d be playing a short set—which lines up with our single that released yesterday—I talked to Sadie, and we decided to make it a little getaway. Three of the nannies who work for Kendall and Layla have come along, so Rory’s safely tucked into bed at our house in Calabasas with the other kids.
“Damn, it feels good to be back,” Camden adds, making everyone scream all over again. He talks to the crowd for a few minutes, then announces that we’ll be playing some new songs and to let us know what they think.
My gaze goes to my woman, who’s dressed in a tiny black dress and tall as hell boots that go almost to her knees, cheering us on, and my heart swells in my chest. For the first time in a long time, I feel good about playing. It’s not realistic to think she can be at every show but having her here while I work through my shit helps. Knowing that when I’m done and walk off the stage, she’ll be there waiting for me makes me feel like the luckiest fucking guy in the world.
The first song starts, and that one rolls into the next. Before I know it, Camden is announcing the final song for the night, “Bleeding Heart.”
The second my sticks hit the drums and Camden starts belting out the lyrics, I’m instantly overcome by the words, succumbing to the feeling that I get every time I hear the song I wrote for Sadie…
Emerald eyes, soft smile, big heart
She’s everything a man could ever want
Makes it bittersweet to know there’s a chance
She’ll never be mine
Someone like me doesn’t deserve her time
But that doesn’t stop me from wanting to take what’s mine
From wanting her heart to be mine
Her body, her soul, all mine
It’s crazy to think about where we were when I wrote the song and how much our relationship has developed. I know without a doubt she’s the one for me, and I’m going to propose soon. Life is too damn short, and I want to make her my wife.
Throughout the entire song, our eyes stay locked on each other, the sexual tension building with each word Camden sings. Words don’t need to be spoken, the lyrics speaking for themselves. And by the time the song ends, and Camden is saying good night to the crowd, thanking them for being amazing, I’m pushing off my seat, throwing my sticks toward the crowd, and taking off after my woman.
As I stalk toward her, the heat in her gaze tells me she wants me as much as I want her. And when I close the last bit of distance between us, lifting her by her ass into my arms, she squeals, encircling her legs around my waist.
“I need you,” she breathes, her mouth connecting with mine. I find the closest empty room and slam the door behind us. Pushing her against the door, I reach between us and grab her thin panties, ripping them straight off her body. She shrieks in shock, then kisses me harder, devouring my mouth with hers. I thrust a couple of fingers into her to make sure she’s good to go and find she’s soaking fucking wet.
“This is going to be hard and quick,” I warn, knowing full well that as turned on as I am, there’s zero chance of me drawing it out.
“Yes,” she hisses as I pull my cock out and thrust it into her. With her weight above me, I go deep, and she groans, no doubt in a mixture of pain and pleasure as she takes every inch of me.