Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
He tilts his head at me.
“Just have to wait for something else to go down first.”
Blake’s gaze drops to where the blanket is covering my very hard dick, and I laugh.
“I told you. It’s not that big. I don’t think you’ll be able to see it unless you have X-ray vision. I’ll be down in a couple of minutes.”
“What do you want for breakfast? I’ll get it for you.”
“Aww, that’s sweet, but I’m not really a breakfast kind of guy. I’ll have coffee and maybe fruit if there’s any. Or eggs on toast.”
“Easy peasy. Bacon, eggs, hash browns, and pancakes coming up.”
“My former model self is judging you.”
He smiles as he leaves the room, and I take a couple of minutes to get my dick under control. Once I have, I get dressed and head downstairs to where the others are sitting around the informal dining table near Mason’s kitchen, and suddenly all eyes are on me.
There’s a free seat next to Blake with a plate of eggs, a side of toast, and a coffee.
“Thanks.” I sit next to him and kiss his cheek.
“You’re welcome. Though, I should mention I didn’t make it. Mason’s mom’s been here since the butt crack of dawn making sure we have everything we need.”
That woman is a godsend. Kind of reminds me of my own mom back in Boston.
I dig into my food, but everyone else is still staring.
“What?” I ask.
“Are you going to tell us or not?” Denver asks.
“Tell you what?” I play dumb.
“They’ve already hounded me with a million questions about what we got up to last night,” Blake says.
“After your hot tub shenanigans, I thought for sure one of you would be walking funny this morning,” Brix mumbles.
I lean forward so I can see him better at the other end of the table. “You’re in on this too?”
“We all are,” Harley says. “So out with it.”
“Am I Marie Antoinette?”
There are a bunch of confused stares pointed my way.
“You know, because the king had all his courtiers watch them to make sure they consummated the marriage, so it took them seven years to get any action.” I point to Blake with my fork. “King.” Then point to me. “Marie Antoinette.” I wave my fork around the table. “Courtiers.”
“Wait,” Mason says. “You guys are married now? I think you skipped a few steps. Rewind—”
Blake turns to me. “Are you sure we couldn’t have hidden with your friends?”
“Want to fly to Boston tonight? It’s totally doable.”
“No one’s going anywhere,” Harley says. “We have an album to write. We’ll drop the whole interest in you two and whether or not you’ve had sex.”
I lean in closer to Blake. “Why don’t I believe him?”
“Because you’re smart.”
When we finish up breakfast, the guys get up to work on some songs.
“We’re working outside today. It’s a toasty forty-two out there,” Harley says.
The others groan.
Blake stands. “You want to come and watch or—”
“I think I’ll help Mason’s mom with the dishes, and then I’ll come out.”
Only, while I’m standing at the kitchen window, watching the five of them rehearse and mess around while Lyric helps and puts in his opinions, their camaraderie is palpable. Their brotherhood. Then Brix comes back from a perimeter check, and as soon as Harley sees him, he runs and jumps into his arms and kisses him senseless.
I don’t have that with anyone in Hollywood. Not only the love part but also the friendship.
“I can do these if you want to go out there,” Mason’s mom says.
I shake my head and go back to focusing on the single plate I’ve been rinsing for a good few minutes now. “No, no, I’ll stay and help out. My mom raised me with manners and shit.” Oops, I probably shouldn’t swear. “Uh, not shit. I mean …”
Mason’s mom smiles. “You’re fun. I like you. But I’m going to be honest here. I could have already had these dishes rinsed and in the dishwasher. I’m glad your mom raised you with manners and shit, but you’re holding me back. So scoot! Get out of my kitchen.”
I laugh. “Sorry. I guess I’m not much help after all.”
“Put on some warm clothes and go out there and watch them. I have to admit, all those years ago, I didn’t understand why Mason wanted to join a boy band of all things, but I’m glad he didn’t listen to me when I told him he should get his college degree first before chasing his dream. He wouldn’t have this house. He wouldn’t have Denver. There’s something magical about each and every one of those boys out there.”
“I’m starting to see that.”
“Blake would be lucky to have you.”
“Oh, we’re not … this is all a stupid bet, and—”
“Mmhmm, and Mason and Denver were just best friends.” She guides me outside the kitchen. “Go already.”