Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 67644 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67644 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
When I turned back onto my side, Belle was watching me warily. “Who will owe you?” she asked with her pert little nose in the air, clearly miffed. “And how exactly will she be paying you?”
I fought a grin at her jealous reaction. It was nice to know she was feeling as territorial over me as I was over her. “My agent’s wife, Colette. And, she doesn’t really owe me, baby”—I smirked—"I just said that to fuck with Tyson.” Shaking my head, I tugged on her arm and she tumbled back into my waiting arms. “Although now that I have you, I understand what he feels for her, so I guess I should stop poking him over it.” Belle melted into me, and I looked down at her face, captivated by her warm brown eyes.
“You’re sweet,” she whispered before she feathered some kisses across my chest.
In a second, she was flat on her back with me looking over her, caging her between my elbows and legs.
“Sweet? I think you mean handsome, sexy as fuck, and/or something equally manly.”
Belle giggled, and my morning wood went from stiff to steel. She sucked in a breath when she felt it pressing between her thighs, seeking entrance.
“Besides, I’m pretty sure we established that you’re the sweet one. Or do I need to eat your pussy again and let you taste for yourself?” Belle moaned in response, squirming as I slid just the tip of my cock into her channel. The tight, wet, heat was irresistible, and I pushed forward. I worked my way in gently since she was probably sore from the night before. “We’ll get back to that later,” I groaned. “We’ve got more than enough time in our future.”
“Crap on a cracker.” Belle stood in the middle of the bedroom with her wet hair piled on top of her head, wearing nothing but a towel. She was looking all around, but I was focused on her and debating whether or not to drag her back into the shower for more water aerobics.
I sauntered over to her and pulled her back against my chest, unknotting the towel and cupping her full tits. “What’s wrong?” I asked, my voice muffled as I placed a string of kisses up her bare shoulder to the slender curve of her neck.
“I don’t have any other clothes,” she sighed. Her tone indicated frustration, but her body relaxed, and she tilted her head to give me better access.
“No problem”—I turned her around and circled my arms loosely around her as my eyes wandered hungrily—“I prefer you naked anyway.”
Belle lifted my head with a finger under my chin and cocked an eyebrow. “How about you have a conversation with me and not my breasts?”
I grinned and shrugged unapologetically. “I can’t help it if you are drop-dead fucking gorgeous, baby.”
“So, you’re okay with everyone else seeing this ‘drop-dead gorgeous’ body?”
My smile disappeared in an instant, replaced by a dark scowl. “You’re mine. No one sees you like this but me.” My hands slid down to her ass, and I yanked her forward so that we were plastered together. “Is that clear?”
Belle’s expression turned an adorable mixture of pleased and bashful. “Does that go both ways?” she asked softly.
I didn’t hesitate with my answer. “Damn fucking straight.” Her whole face lit up, and she beamed at me as though I’d handed her the keys to a kingdom. An image of a little girl with long brown hair and sweet brown eyes looking up at me like that formed in my mind. I’d seen flashes of her ever since we realized we forgot a condom that first time.
While it made me anxious to start a family with Belle, I hadn’t made a nefarious, conscious decision to knock her up. However, I hadn’t exactly fought it when we got carried away and didn’t use protection the three other times that we’d made love.
It was a conversation we needed to have, but first, I needed to explain to her about my commitment in LA. I was contractually obligated to be at my label’s studio to record Rising Phoenix’s new album. But, if we busted our asses, we could get it done in a matter of weeks. I could probably take off as soon as I laid down the track with Levi and Brooklynn, who would be there to record in three weeks. As long as our producer didn’t come at us with a request for any new songs. That was always what hung us up with our other albums.
I hated the idea of being away from her for even a few days, but after this, I wouldn’t leave again without taking her with me. Which brought up another situation I would need to handle. The band.
We’d been offered a long-term, joint contract with The Lennox and its neighboring hotel and casino, The Artemis. We hadn’t made a decision about whether we wanted to take it, although the idea of accepting a gig that would mean very little travel was definitely appealing. I hoped my bandmates would agree, but if they didn’t, we would have to go our separate ways. It hurt my heart to think of it, but being without Belle would rip out my soul.