Total pages in book: 200
Estimated words: 189898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 760(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 189898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 760(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
Turning in his arms, I sat up and reached for his belt. He caught my wrist with a question in his tired eyes. Pulling my hand free, I undid his belt and jeans, and the moment he was in my hand, I swallowed half his dick in one gulp. I was much slower at taking the rest of him. He’d shown me how he liked it, and I was more than eager to give him whatever he needed. I even threw in a few tricks of my own that had him coming down my throat for a second time.
I’d barely finished swallowing his cum before he pulled me to him and began placing gentle kisses on my lips over and over. With his mouth still pressed hard against mine, he whispered, “I think I’m in trouble.”
Rich deepened the kiss, which saved me from telling him he had no idea how much.
“It’s a fucking wrap, Denver. Good night!” Houston shouted to the roaring crowd. The stage lights at the Broncos Stadium at Mile High were cut—our cue to get the fuck out of Dodge.
We were ushered through the tunnel the players used to enter the field, and as soon as we were behind closed doors of the room we were given to lounge in before the show, Houston rounded on me while ignoring Xavier waiting nearby. I knew he was ready to rip into me for the mistakes I’d made out there tonight. No one except a professional would have noticed, but it didn’t matter because Houston Morrow was a persnickety scrooge.
He was also looking for any reason to go to war with me.
“Whatever you’re about to say,” Xavier cut in before he could start, “it will have to wait. There’s been a development.”
“Does it require all of us, or can I go?” Loren snapped. When our gazes met, he immediately looked away as if he couldn’t stand the sight of me. My tired sigh was drowned out by Xavier, who ignored Loren’s bitchiness and began speaking.
“Braxton’s popularity has grown to the point that the label felt it wise to sell backstage passes without my knowledge.”
“Wait. What?” Loren snapped. He then looked at me and narrowed his gaze as if this were my doing.
“They want to meet Braxton,” Xavier answered with a shrug and then an apologetic look thrown my way. For some reason, I hadn’t anticipated this part of touring with an international rock band. I’d been too busy trying to keep my wits when they were around. “She’s new to Bound and virtually unknown. The public’s only knowledge of her is what we tell them.”
“We like it that way,” Houston pushed through gritted teeth.
“Well, your fans, the reason you’re all here and still have a career, don’t. It won’t kill you to mingle for an hour. You’ve done it before. I don’t see the problem.”
“The problem is that we should have been told.”
“I’m telling you now,” Xavier returned unperturbed. “Besides, they didn’t pay extra to meet you three anyway. They want her.”
“Yeah,” Loren returned with a scoff, “right. I’ll believe that when my dick falls off.” He stormed off, making it clear he wasn’t looking for someone to argue.
“This is nuts,” Rich said, surprising me with his objection. “This is Brax’s first tour. We’ve only done a few shows. How do they know it won’t be too much for her?”
I raised my eyebrows at that. I’m sure I could handle a polite conversation with complete strangers. I did it almost every day working at Succulent. “Well, if you guys could manage it with your sparkling personalities, I’m sure I’ll be just fine.”
Rich’s gaze swung to me, his silver eyes panicking when he realized he’d offended me. I already knew that wasn’t what he intended. He wanted to protect me, but I could handle myself. I was getting good at dealing with their shit. “No, that’s not—I didn’t mean—”
I took his much larger hand in mine and squeezed. “It’s fine. I know.”
My palm tingled from touching him so soon after last night. I knew from the twinkle in his eye that he was reliving it too. Since I couldn’t entirely blame my reaction on lust, I let him go and calmly waited for the sweet scent of berries to dissipate.
First Loren and now Jericho.
What did these new emotions mean?
As if nothing was amiss, I turned, intending to address Xavier only to have my attention stolen by something else. Houston was beautiful even when he was foreboding. Right now, his eyes and the set of his lips told me I’d have a long night ahead of me. I squared my shoulders, pretending I didn’t care that he knew something happened between Rich and me.
“When do the meet-and-greets begin?” I questioned Xavier.
He looked at his watch and then at the door behind me, which had just opened. “Now.”