Rock Chick Rematch Read Online Kristen Ashley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Novella Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 82060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
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“Same,” I breathed.

“Go, baby,” he encouraged.

I bucked against him as the orgasm roared through me.

He set me down gently so I was genuflected before him again, but then drove into me relentlessly until I heard and felt his take him.

He stroked slow and sweet through coming down, his thumbs moving over the swells of my booty, before he pulled out, used my hips to turn me to my back, and carefully, he settled some of his weight on me, some into his forearm in the bed.

“Yeah?” he asked.

Still drifting through my aftermath, I only had it in me to nod.

He kissed me, deep and wet.

Then he ran his nose along my jaw before he asked, “You want me to clean you up, or you wanna do it?”

“I’ll do it.”

“In a bit,” he ordered.

I felt my soft smile, but those same lips said, “Bossy.”

He chuckled then lifted his head to look at me.

Shifting his weight a little more to the side, he put his finger to my face and grew fascinated with tracing every curve and swell and hollow. My eyebrow. Cheekbone. The edge of my lower lip. My cupid’s bow.

I didn’t want to break the mood, which felt like a warm cocoon of Darius’s brand of sweet, but I also felt a niggle of worry, so I asked, “Are you okay?”

His gaze came to mine. “I still can’t believe you’re here.”

God.

My man.

I clenched my teeth, shook off his finger and used his shoulders to pull myself up so I could hide my face in his neck.

It was after the Rock Chick party. It had been fun. Everyone came, including my parents and Miss Dorothea (but not Danni and Gabby, and I didn’t ask why they weren’t there, if they weren’t invited, or if they refused to come, like I didn’t ask why they weren’t at Liam’s game…maybe they didn’t like football, or at least, for now, I was going with that).

I got mildly tipsy.

I got not mildly concerned by how captivated Liam was with the extreme testosterone brigade floating around (one could just say, Darius fit Lee’s team really well, if the Rock Chicks were the most beautiful white women in Denver, the Hot Bunch were the most beautiful men, though they weren’t all white).

However, they were all nice men who were openly pleased that Darius had Liam and me, free and clear.

So even if they looked like they could topple an entire government in their spare time just for shits and giggles, and that was why Liam was captivated by them, I let it go.

I was down to let everything go because I was residing on my happy-goodness cloud, and I liked it there.

And with what Darius just said, that happy goodness got happier.

I pulled it together, dropped back to the pillow, and blurted, “Tod’s planning our wedding.”

I was preparing to endure a major flip out that I’d let that slip.

Because…too soon.

Way too soon.

But Darius just said, “Good. Roll with that. Eddie said, once Sadie maneuvered their mothers out of the process, Jet didn’t lift a finger. And Luke told me Tod treated Ava like she was a queen, got her everything she wanted. They only had an issue because Luke told her he wouldn’t dance at the wedding with her.”

This was a surprise. The man I saw with Ava that night seemed besotted with her, in a badass, super-macho way, of course.

“He didn’t dance with his bride at his wedding?”

“He told her he wouldn’t, but he absolutely did.”

“This doesn’t scare you?” I asked. “Tod already planning our wedding, I mean.”

“Why would it scare me?”

“Because we’re on day three.”

He grinned. “Baby, I just came hard. I don’t got it in me to do the mathematic gymnastics. But even so, I know three hundred and sixty-five times eighteen does not equal three.”

What was he saying?

“What are you saying?”

He appeared bemused. “What do you think I’m saying?”

“It sounds like you’re saying you’re okay Tod is planning our wedding.”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

“But we’re not engaged.”

He shifted so he could look down at our (mostly, I still had my bra on) naked bodies in his bed, then he looked around his bedroom, lingering on my night cream, lotion and book on what had become my nightstand.

For good measure, he announced, “I got all new hangers, three new shirts, two new pairs of jeans, five new sweaters, and two new pairs of boots.”

“Winter is coming,” I mumbled. “I want you covered.”

His body started shaking as he asked, “What do you think we’re doing here?”

“Figuring out if we can hack it after all the heartache and drama.”

“No. We’re gonna hack it. Liam took your cue, sweetheart, and after watching films with the team this morning, he went to your house and packed two big bags and brought more shit here. Tomorrow, we’re gonna go back and get more of your shit and his shit and bring it here. We’re gonna hack it. We’re gonna go the distance. And you’re both gonna take my name. Now, you can do that just by asking a judge to change it. But I want to see what dress you got in store for me at a wedding.”


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