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)
I slump and fall onto my back.
Jordan jumps out of bed and pulls on a fresh pair of underwear and jeans from a bag he brought last night.
The minute I saw it, I booked the suite for another week. At this rate, we’ll be staying here indefinitely. Or at least until the movie is done.
“What are you doing with your day off?” Jordan zips up his pants, and I’m so mesmerized by the move, wishing it was doing the reverse, that I miss his question.
“Huh?”
“Day off. Got any plans?”
I shake out of my stupor. “Yeah. Harley somehow got a hold of my schedule, so we have a band meeting. All our songs are pretty much written. We just need to find time to get into a studio to record them. Harley wants us to do it together instead of individually—he’s adamant it sounds better when we harmonize off each other instead of manufacturing it together afterward, but I think it’s going to a lot of trouble for minimal reward. Depending on if we go over schedule, they might need to add my part in at another time. Or have one of the other guys record it. I can sing my part live when I have to.”
“You don’t care if someone else sings your part?”
“I love the guys, and I love being in Eleven, but I’m not doing this reunion for the love of the music. I’m doing it for them and the fans. It’s a totally selfish act, though, because I was genuinely happy when I was with Eleven.”
“You need to find something that makes you happy in the mess that is Hollywood,” Jordan says.
“Don’t get me wrong, I love acting too, but it’s a different kind of happiness. I want to keep doing both.”
Jordan puts on a T-shirt and then leans over the bed and kisses me softly. “You should do both.”
“I plan on it.”
He pulls away and stands upright. “Maybe in between my movies, I can meet up with you on tour somewhere. Europe sounds nice. I’ve never been.”
“Not even for movie releases?” I ask. “Cannes Film Festival?”
“Nah, the one big movie I did was still really only promoted in the US.”
“Do you think Faking It is going to be good enough to go international?” I ask. He says Ben knows what he’s doing, but I’m not sold yet. Maybe because Ben’s a dickhead.
“I can never really tell until I see the cut and edited product.”
“True. It’s the same with my Coby movies. I just really want it to do well.”
“It will.”
I want to believe him. “How do you know?”
Jordan shrugs. “Someone smart once told me if you go into something thinking it will fail, it probably will.”
“That person sounds like a genius. A hot one.”
Jordan laughs and then leans down to kiss me once more. “Have fun with the guys.”
“See you tonight? I can tell my driver to bring you back here.”
“Why do you think I packed the bag?”
Yes.
“He’s alive!” Mason says as soon as I step inside Denver’s house.
“Ha, ha,” I say dryly and flop down next to Ryder on the couch.
All the guys are already here, and yeah, I’m a little late because I went back to sleep after Jordan left and then had to shower so I didn’t smell like sex when I got here.
After a nice long nap, I finally feel like I’m catching up on some sleep. I could’ve kept sleeping had Harley not messaged me reminding me about the meeting.
Jordan and I have been making each other come in various ways every night. His whole give-and-take philosophy has me on my knees, on all fours, standing, sitting, using every which position we can come up with. It’s hard to keep up, and I don’t think I’ve had this much sex in my life. Any guy who has said they’ve gotten bored of Jordan Brooks clearly didn’t have the same experience I’ve had.
But it’s not only the sex I love. I love hanging out with my friend, who’s funny, and snarky, and supportive. He knows that this Eleven tour and our schedules might clash with seeing each other, but he still told me to go for it because it’s what I want.
I just hope it’s because he’s secure enough to know I wouldn’t fuck around on him and not his way of pushing me away again. Only time will tell on that one.
“What’s with you?” Harley asks.
It takes a second to realize he’s talking to me. “What?” When I look around the room, everyone is staring.
Mason assesses me, looking me up and down. “There’s something about you that’s …”
Denver gasps. “You had sex.”
I try to keep my face neutral, but I don’t think I pull it off. “I … uh … Huh?”
“Did you finally lose the bet to Jordan?” Ryder asks.
“Please, they so did it in Montana,” Denver says.