Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
“Congratulations.” The fancy presenter double-kisses Cash’s cheeks before shaking my hand and passing me the golden statue.
Our names, engraved side by side for all eternity.
I will forever cement the day Cash became my wife exactly one year ago as the best moment of my life.
But sharing our lives and our music every day is a pretty damn close second.
“Thank you for listening, everyone.” I nod appreciatively to the crowd, an inky black cloud of faces behind the glaring stage lights, before nestling the award in Cash’s arms.
She smiles when she catches sight of our names, pressing up on her tiptoes to kiss me on the lips.
It’s only a moment, but the crowd goes wild. The chorus of our song plays in the background until the cheers finally drop a decibel, and Cash speaks.
She begins with a thank you, wiping her eyes before turning to me. “My eternal gratitude goes to this man beside me. He brought me back to life before he knew he was doing it. He saved me, saved my words, and made me fall in love with music again. He just plain made me fall in love with him.”
She pauses, and much of the crowd is still on their feet, swiping at their teary eyes.
It is such a powerful moment of love that it nearly moves me to damn tears. A floating camera boom swoops in to catch a close-up of our faces, and it’s all I can do to hang onto her eyes to keep myself from crashing over an emotional edge.
This woman saved me from the start, and she still doesn’t realize it.
“He gives me the world. He gives me unconditional love. He gives me so much every day.” She clutches the award to her chest, barely hanging on to her crashing wave of emotions as tears fill my sparrow’s beautiful eyes.
“I love you, Sparrow.” On impulse, I dash my thumb across her cheek to catch some of the wetness. The crowd says, “Ahhh,” and I die a little from embarrassment in front of Hollywood.
“Love you back, Shaw.”
I intertwine our fingers as the rap music begins, sending the crowd a final wave and walking my girl off the stage. She’s a shaking mess with every step.
As soon as we’re behind the velvet curtains, I haul her into my arms, sending her spinning in circles as she screams and then plants her lips against mine.
With her fingertips dusting my jaw and the heavy award sandwiched between us, I stride through the maze of backstage performers, reporters, and the production crew. Everyone we pass congratulates us or pats me on the shoulder, but my thoughts are only on her.
“What have you got on your mind, Gunner Shaw?” Cash breathes a seductive shudder against my lips.
“You. Me. Now.”
She squirms, making my need to lose myself inside her rocket through my balls.
She smiles against my mouth, her lips softening as she relaxes deeper into my arms. I carry her through the auditorium lobby and into the waiting car we arrived in.
Cash giggles and straightens her dress in the back seat of the car. “I’m sure a million cameras captured that little display of caveman behavior.”
“Let them see how much I love you. I’m not hiding a thing for them.”
She cracks a grin. “You may rethink that statement when you find your handsome mug plastered on the gossip blogs tomorrow morning.”
I shrug. “A sex scandal brought you into my life. As far as I’m concerned, it’s going to bring us nothing but good things.”
I haul her onto my lap as the car crosses the few blocks of city streets before pulling into the valet station of our luxury hotel. By the time we’re in the elevator to the top-floor suite, my fingers are delving into the lips of her warm pussy.
She moans softly, adjusting her thighs and trying to push her dress down.
I grip her face and spit on her cheek. “Do I need to beat that pussy with my belt? Open up. I’m not gonna to tell you again.” I push her head over to the camera, holding her still as her legs spread for my touch. “Tell the camera what you are.”
Cash looks at the corner of the elevator, spit sliding down her face to the top of her mouth. “I’m a pathetic cum dump who sucks and fucks your cock.”
I stroke quicker, and her breathing increases. “That’s it, baby. Tell everyone what a depraved whore you are. Let them know how deep my finger is buried in your hungry little cunt.”
I run my thumb in circles over her clit, and her muscles tense around my intrusion. My cock pulses and leaks, eager to be free of the snug suit pants and inside her.
Her fingernails bite into my forearm as she comes in soft waves around my fingers. She’s so slick and warm.