Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
She moans, rubbing her ass against me. “Do you think anyone would notice if you lifted my dress and fucked me right here.”
I pinch her nipple and nip at her ear. “Bad girl. Teasing for things that can’t happen. But if you’re a good girl and let me do my job, I’ll fuck you in the bathroom right after this.”
“Men’s or women’s restroom?”
“Men’s.”
“Oooh, that’s hot,” she says. “What if they try to touch?”
“I’ll fucking rip their arms off and beat them with them.”
She laughs as I slide my hand out of her dress. The grumpy bar owner walks onto the small stage over to the microphone.
“Good evening,” the man says. “Tonight, as you all know, is Talent Night. And just like every Friday, my sister is going to kick things off.” Ahhh, sister. Not boyfriend. He waggles his finger at the brunette. “No encores this time. We have drinks to make.”
Her cheeks flame and the crowd chuckles. Several guys up front chant “encore” just to piss the bar owner off. As he stalks off the small stage, he grabs her bicep, speaking lowly to her. She bows her head and nods before breaking from his grip. As soon as she’s in front of the microphone, her body relaxes.
She belongs in front of a crowd.
Not behind a bar beside her asshole brother.
Her brown hair has blue and purple feathers braided into some strands framing her face. Dark, black eyeliner, mascara, and eyeshadow hides her blue eyes from the world. Her plump lips are painted bright red. The whole look isn’t exactly working for her. If she signs with us, I know Ronan won’t like it. He’ll want all the shit off so he can see her eyes. He always says you can reach the soul of a person—which when you’re selling records, it’s exactly what you want—by looking in their eyes. In reality, he just likes the innocent look. Fucking pervert. I don’t give a fuck about her look. It’s her voice I care about.
The music starts playing on the speakers and she begins singing. Her glittery navy-blue painted nails shimmer under the lights. As she belts out the words to a song I’ve never heard before, her breasts bounce and jiggle, threatening to spill from her top.
The slutty ensemble is distracting. Every note that spills past her red lips is beautiful and fucking poetic, yet looking at her cheapens her sound. I critique everything about her. Her stage presence is spot-on. She commands the crowd. Her voice is fucking flawless. It’s her goddamn outfit and look that needs work. But she’s a win. I’m going to sign her to Harose one way or another.
When the song is over, she shoots her gaze over to her brother as if to ask if she can do one more. He shakes his head sharply. Fucking asshole.
“Thank you,” she murmurs to the crowd.
The loudmouths from the front chant “encore” over and over again, but she ignores them, heading back over to the bar. Soon, some toneless woman starts singing.
“Oh my God,” Nat says, turning in my arms. “She’s amazing. Are you going to sign her?”
I kiss her pouty lips. “I want to. Her brother looks like a problem, though. A little too fucking controlling for my taste.”
She beams at me. “You’ll convince them. You always do. You have a great eye for finding talent.”
“Are you buttering me up because you want me to fuck you, baby?” I tease, loving the flare of lust in her green eyes.
“Actually,” she groans. “I was being genuine because I love you and you should know these things. About how wonderful you are.”
I freeze for a moment, digesting her words. I’ve thought it for months, but I’ve never spoken it before. Neither has she.
“You love me?” I growl, searing her with my intense gaze.
Her lashes flutter as she smiles. “I’ve loved you for a long time, Ren.”
“Fucking same, baby,” I mutter, pressing my lips to hers. “I love you too.”
“Now can we fuck in the bathroom?” she purrs, gripping my T-shirt in her fist.
My dick hardens as she starts to drag me away. Someone whistles at us, but we ignore them. I grab her wrist before hauling her out of the busy bar to the men’s room. When we burst inside, two guys are using the urinals. One of the stalls is empty, so we push inside.
“Don’t touch anything,” I bark out. “You’re to hold your dress up and let me do all the work, beautiful.”
“Jesus,” someone grumbles from nearby. “I’m trying to piss.”
She giggles, making my dick throb in my jeans. I pull up her dress and she takes over, holding it at her hips. Sliding my finger along the crack of her ass, I seek out her cunt to see if she’s ready for me. Just like always, my finger slides right inside of her. She’s slick and dripping with arousal. I practically yank my dick out of my jeans and boxers, eager to be inside her. Gripping my dick in one hand while the other snakes around to her throat, I push against her and then slide into her heat. We both moan at the sensation.