Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Me: Did you always want to sing?
Evie: My dad and I wrote a song when I was nine. The first time he performed it, he brought me up on stage with him. I think I knew then that I wanted to be the one singing my words someday.
Me: You really do have a beautiful voice, baby. You were born for this.
Evie: Thank you. You're not so bad at the hockey thing, either.
Evie: Were you really MVP two years in a row?
If I smile any bigger, my goddamn mouth is going to get permanently stuck.
Me: You looked me up.
Evie: What? No.
Evie: Okay, maybe. You've been messaging me a lot. Like a LOT a lot, Kingston. I was checking to make sure this obsessive behavior was normal for you and not a sign of a serious condition.
Me: Liar. You like me.
Evie: If your head gets any bigger, it won't fit in your helmet.
I shouldn't say it. I know damn well that I shouldn't say it…
Me: I don't plan to wear one with you. When I'm inside you, making you scream my name, you'll feel every inch of me, princess.
Evie: Kingston.
Me: Have you thought about it?
Evie: What?
Me: Have you thought about how I'll feel inside you?
I hold my breath, praying this isn't the moment she hits the block button.
She doesn't, but she doesn't answer me either.
Me: I'll take your silence as confirmation.
I quickly decide to change course before she really does block me. My hand drifts across my cock, though, squeezing the hard bastard. I can't help it. She's actually talking to me.
I feel like a goddamn fan boy living his best life right now.
Me: What's your favorite thing to do?
Evie: Why?
Me: I want to know what you like, princess. Tell me everything. I mean it. I want to know everything.
Evie: I like big dogs, scary movies, and the bars in Nashville. You?
Me: Little dogs, rom-coms, and staying in.
Evie: You do not like little dogs and rom-coms.
I scroll to my photos and send her one of me holding my older sister's Yorkies.
Evie: Aww. They're so cute!
Me: They belong to my sister. I'm their favorite, though. They lose their shit when I visit.
Me: Favorite place?
Evie: My grandma's cabin in Tennessee. It's in the middle of nowhere. It's always so peaceful. You?
Me: Wherever you are.
Evie: …
Me: I'm serious.
Evie: Go to sleep, Kingston. You have practice in the morning.
"Jesus," I groan through a laugh, squeezing my dick again. I want her in my bed, cuddled up with me so bad I can taste it.
Me: If you think I'm going to pretend you don't know that because you've been cyberstalking me, you're wrong. Knowing that you're looking into me has me so goddamn hard, princess.
Evie: GO TO SLEEP!
Me: I will, but only if you agree to go out with me tomorrow night.
Evie: I can't.
I growl, not thrilled with that answer.
Me: If you're worried about the media, I'll make sure they're not an issue, Evie.
Evie: You must not have cyberstalked me very hard, Kingston.
Me: What does that mean?
Evie: I have a show tomorrow.
"Dammit," I growl. I'm officially an asshole. Well, I mean, I've been an asshole, but now it's official. Her show is all over her social media. It's all over the radio, too. The only excuse I have for forgetting is that all my blood has been pooled in my cock for the last five days straight.
Me: Sold out, right?
Evie: Yeah.
Which means I'm going to have to work magic if I want tickets.
Me: Maybe I'll see you there.
Evie: Don't you dare, Kingston Monroe!
Me: I have no idea what you're talking about.
Am I a liar? Yes. I know exactly what she's talking about. Am I telling her that? Fuck no. Is her warning going to stop me? Also, fuck no.
I want to see her again. No, that's not true. I need to see her again…before I take a page from her dad's book and do something drastic like kidnap her gorgeous little ass.
Showing up at her concert has to be the better option, right?
The fact that I actually have to consider the broader ramifications of a half-cocked kidnapping plan for a moment probably isn't a good sign. It's not a good sign at all.
Jesus H. Christ and all his saints.
If she doesn't marry me soon, I'm going to snap.
Judging by how appealing that half-cocked kidnapping plan sounds right now…I think I may already be halfway there.
Evie: Do not show up at my concert, Kingston. I mean it!
Me: Sweet dreams, princess. I would tell you to break a leg tomorrow, but I happen to like yours exactly like they are. If you break one, I'll be pissed about it.
Evie: Kingston!
Me: Damn. I can practically hear you growling my name from all the way over here.
Me: I'm going to dream about you saying it like that while I'm inside you.
This time, she doesn't answer.