Fallen Saint Read Online Nichole Rose

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Total pages in book: 10
Estimated words: 9381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 47(@200wpm)___ 38(@250wpm)___ 31(@300wpm)
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"They did sell out quick for this tour," Pen says, smiling sweetly. "But we may or may not know a guy who knows a guy."

"Please, introduce me to your guy," the interviewer, Deborah, I think, says with a laugh. "I'm pretty sure my guy is a scalper. I saw him out front trying to sell tickets to this interview on my way in…and we don't even sell tickets!"

Pen laughs.

And I can't take it anymore. I don't want to do the forced banter and jokes and bullshit. I just want to get her alone. But I've spent five years hurting her by being an idiot, so I'm fixing that shit first. It's the only reason I agreed to this interview in the first place.

"Marry me," I blurt, turning to look at her.

Her eyes fly open wide as the entire studio goes dead silent. "W-what?"

I slide out of my chair, kneeling at her feet. "Marry me, Rebel," I murmur, slipping my hand into my pocket to pull out the ring I've been carrying for…fuck, for years. I reach for her shaking hand, slipping it onto her finger. "You said they always ask about us, and I ignore the question. I'm not ignoring anything anymore, baby. I want the whole world to know that you're mine. Marry me."

"Declan," she whispers, staring at me, shock and awe stamped across her face.

"I love you. I've loved you every single minute of the last five years. You are my past, my present, and my future." I brush my lips across her knuckles, my eyes locked with hers. "You are the best part of my life, Penelope Draco. Say yes."

"Yes." She bobs her head in a nod, her bottom lip quivering. "Yes."

Fuck. She actually said yes.

"Congratulations!" Deborah cries behind us as everyone in the studio breaks into applause. "Oh, my goodness. An on-air engagement. I did not expect this when I came to work today."

I ignore her, rising to my feet to scoop Pen up from her chair into my arms. My lips crash down on hers in a hard kiss. I don't care if the whole goddamn world is watching this interview. Let them. It's beyond time they know that this woman isn't just a member of the band to me—she's my entire world.

Epilogue

Declan

Five Years Later

"Jesus," I groan, gripping Pen's hips as she drops back down on my lap, taking me deep. "You're so fucking wet, Rebel."

"I know!" she cries, writhing all over my cock. She scratches down my thighs, her pussy already fluttering around my cock. Her ass lifts from my thighs as she bounces again, her breasts bobbing in my face. She looks like a goddess riding me like she owns my cock.

Who am I kidding? She does own it. Every fucking inch of me belongs to her. It always has. It always will.

I slip my hand between our bodies to play with her clit.

Within seconds, she's shouting the roof down as she comes all over me.

I growl, following her over the edge.

She collapses against my chest, breathing hard.

"Christ, baby. You looked like you needed that." I press my lips to her throat, breathing her in.

"I always need that."

I chuckle, brushing hair away from her face. She's not lying. We fuck like rabbits. Always have, always will. I can't get enough of her, and she's just as addicted to me. Which is precisely why we're going to be late to our final album launch party tonight. We should have been dressed by now.

Saint is going to kill us.

I groan at the reminder, dragging us out of bed to shower.

"Are you excited, Rebel?" I ask, crowding her up against the shower wall to kiss her. "After tonight, we get to hang it up for good."

"So excited," she breathes against my lips. "I've had enough fame, Declan. No more screaming fans. No more tours. No more interviews. Just a lifetime with you and our babies. It sounds like heaven."

"Yeah?" I smile, slipping my hand down her body to cup her belly. "You think you got room in heaven for one more baby?"

"I know I do."

"Yeah? You're going to let me get you pregnant one more time?"

"Nope." She plants her hands on my shoulders, pulling me down until her lips land against my ear. "You already did that, Declan. I'm carrying your baby right now."

"Fuck," I growl, my dick turning to steel as soon as the words leave her lips. Pride, joy, and awe course through me in a complicated tangle, choking me. She's pregnant with another one of my kids.

This isn't heaven. This is whatever comes after that.

I press her back against the wall, claiming her mouth, as steam swirls around us.

We're going to be so fucking late tonight.

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