Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
I shake and sob as each one fills me, prolonging my own orgasm.
True to his word, when he finishes, he doesn't pull out. He rolls us, so I'm on top of him, his cock still inside me, and wraps his arms around me.
"Jesus, Ireland," he breathes, panting for breath. "Jesus."
"Agreed," I whisper.
He chuckles, leaning down to press his lips to the top of my head.
Naturally, the movement pushes him a little deeper inside me. My inner muscles clench around him. We both groan.
"Settle down," he mutters. "You aren't ready for round two yet. You need to rest."
"Rest?" I raise my head to look at him. "I can't sleep like this, Crue!"
"You can."
"You're still inside me," I hiss…as if he's forgotten.
"I'm aware." He smirks, one of those lazy, devilish smirks that drive me wild. I swear, I know exactly why half the world is crazy about him. It's that freaking smirk. It's a deadly weapon. "I intend to sleep like this every goddamn night until you're pregnant. Get used to it."
"You aren't serious."
"Oh?" He quirks a brow. "I watched you scooping my cum up and pushing it into your little hole this morning, Ireland. We both know you were thinking about it then. I'm just giving you what we both know you want."
"I…you…I…" I splutter, my cheeks turning pink. He's right. I was thinking about it this morning. "I wasn't trying to trick you," I whisper. "I'm sorry if it felt that way. I just got caught up in the moment."
He throws his head back, laughing loudly.
"Why are you laughing?" I cry.
"I've got my dick in you, refusing to take it out until you're pregnant. You think I wasn't thinking the same damn thing this morning?" he asks. "Believe me, baby, I'm not mad. I thought it was sexy as hell."
"Oh," I say, relieved.
He lays back down beneath me, his dick still hard.
"Um…is it going to go down anytime soon?"
"Yeah. After I've fucked you about fifty thousand more times."
My inner muscles clench around him again.
"Ireland," he growls.
"I can't help it!" I cry. "You're inside me, and you're hard. And now I want you again. It's your own freaking fault, Crue. You're the one who…" I trail off, moaning as he drags me down on him and begins to move.
Finally.
Chapter Eight
Crue
"Ineed a favor."
Kai looks up at me over the top of his Kindle. "The last time I did you a favor, I nearly ended up in a jail cell in Tokyo, Crue."
Fucking Tokyo.
"This won't be like that," I mutter. "This favor is simple."
"You said that last time." He lifts a finger and then dramatically swipes it across his screen. The asshole.
"I won't make you play a solo when we introduce you for the next three shows."
That gets his attention. Kai is a fucking phenomenal guitarist. He also hates being the center of attention. If he could, he'd play from backstage, and no one would ever see him.
"What's the favor?"
"I just need you to take this to the nearest paper and drop it off," I say, holding out an envelope.
He glances at it and then back to me. "What's it in?"
"That's between me and the paper." And the rest of the world as soon as the paper confirms the document inside is real. It is. It's a copy of the marriage license Ireland and I signed. I just printed it at the hotel's business office.
Ireland has no idea what I'm planning. No one does. I didn't tell anyone because I didn't want anyone trying to talk me out of it. After I fucked my wife to sleep last night, I laid awake, holding her, thanking God…thinking. I fucking hate that she's afraid that things are going to change between us when the world finds out.
I don't want her living with that worry. I don't want her afraid that I'm going to change my mind about her or us. There isn't a chance in hell of that happening. But I can tell her that all day. It won't wipe the fear from her mind. She's too damn smart. She knows rockstars don't marry their fans often…and she knows why.
In this world, things don't work out more often than they do. Celebrities and normal people don't mix because celebrities don't know how to be normal, and normal people don't know how to be celebrities. It's a lot of fucking pressure on a relationship in a world already under pressure. But this hasn't been my world for a long time. Once this tour is over, I'm done.
I have no desire to continue on or get the band back together permanently. We've done what we set out to do. We have our lives and our own futures now. We'll always be brothers. Maybe we'll get together and make new music when the mood strikes. Maybe we won't. But we're done touring. We're done with the chaos. At least, I am.