Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
That should give me plenty of time to both convince Brielle to stay with me and to knock her little ass up. Which really shouldn’t be a problem considering my cock has been hard as a rock and ready to go since the first moment I laid eyes on my little goddess.
Chapter 6
Brielle
I’m having the best time touring with Asher, his bandmates, and my friends. It’s amazing how easily we’ve all adjusted to this nomadic lifestyle. It’s almost like we’ve all been together forever.
We finally arrive in Chicago, and I’m so freaking happy for the chance to see Ireland.
Things are a little crazy, and I end up not getting to spend time with her until after the very eventful rehearsal where Crue Blake makes it clear he’s gaga over Ireland. When he agrees to give her an interview, my friend nearly has a nervous breakdown and needs a pep talk to keep her from self-combusting.
Asher isn’t jumping for joy when I ask him to give me some time to spend with Ireland, but he agrees. Especially after I promise to make it worth his while later that night.
As I watch my friend pace holes in the well-worn carpet in her hotel room, I try my best not to laugh at her. It’s easy to see her mind is whirling away as she paces and quietly talks to herself.
"I should change," she glances up at me and mumbles.
"Don't you dare," I put my foot down. "You look beautiful." She looks spectacular in her emerald-green skater dress.
"I look like a college kid." She isn’t ready to believe me yet.
"Uh, two months ago, you were in college," I remind her. "You graduated with honors, Ireland. And you just finished an internship for one of the biggest music publications in the United States. You weren't in a boring suit when you did any of that."
I’m waiting for her argument when her phone rings.
Feeling like I’m eavesdropping on a private conversation, I pull out my phone and text Asher to let him know I won’t be long.
Me
I’m almost done.
My Superstar
It’s about fucking time. I’ve been waiting forever.
Me
It’s been less than an hour.
My Superstar
See? Forever. Get your gorgeous ass back to my room so I can show you how much I missed you.
Oh, man. That’s an offer I can’t refuse.
Ireland hangs up her call before glancing over at me and smiling. "He's bossy."
"Asher says he's always been that way. He says Crue means well, he just doesn't like not being in charge." My laughter stops as I remember everything Asher told me about the way they were treated by their record company in the past. "They didn't have any control for a long time."
"I know," Ireland agrees. Of course, she already knows. I’m betting my well-prepared friend has already thoroughly researched Soul Obsession.
My phone dings in my pocket, and it’s my impatient superstar. I stand up and stretch without checking the message. "You better go before he comes looking for you. I'm going to find Asher," I tell Ireland.
I glance over at her and notice she looks a little green around the gills as she mutters, "Wish me luck."
"I don't think you need it." I blow her a kiss and head toward the door. "But break a leg anyway."
"Don't say that," my friend calls as she makes her way to the elevator. "I might actually break one."
A few moments later, I walk into our hotel room and call out, “Honey, I’m home.”
“It’s about fucking time.” Asher walks out of the bathroom bare-ass naked, and my eyes widen as I watch his huge erection bounce up against his stomach. “My cock is hungry for your sweet pussy.”
“Here I am.” I hastily pull my t-shirt over my head. “Come and get me,” I tease and throw my shirt at him.
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” He lunges for me, and when his strong arms wrap around my waist, I melt against his muscular body.
“I missed you.” I pull his face down to mine and smile against his lips. “Let’s work on that baby.”
When Asher throws himself into the task, I have a hard time keeping up.
“If you like those clothes, you should finish removing them before I tear them off your gorgeous ass,” he warns, and I step back and hurry to comply before he ruins my favorite outfit.
He points at the bed. “Now lie back across the bed.” He’s in an awful bossy mood tonight, and the tingling in my lady parts tells me that bossy caveman really does it for me.
“You didn’t say please.” I can’t resist teasing him as I walk over to the bed.
“Please, lie down on the bed so I can eat your sweet pussy until you pass out.”
“You definitely don’t have to tell me twice.” I drop down onto the soft comforter.