Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
No one knows if Wilder’s Peril will make music or come together as a band again. It still hasn’t been made clear if the break is permanent, but fans know there’s going to be some significant downtime. Yes, that did disappoint people, but as the months passed, most of that frustration has turned to understanding.
Wilder’s not afraid of being forgotten. He knows he never will be, and he’s okay with being replaced. To him, Wilder’s Peril was about sharing his gifts. He knows he can do that in other ways, and he’s going to.
He started his own label right after our trip to Reno. It’s been a lot of work to get everything set up, but he’s hoping to sign his first artist within the next few months.
He also sold his house here in Sonoma. He spends most of his time here, but we’ve also traveled. He knows so many people that it sometimes blows my mind, and they all seem to have multiple properties. We’ve stayed in everything from large houses to tiny cabins, and I’ve met so many amazing people. Friends and acquaintances of Wilder. They’re all in the industry in some way. Some of them are a little hard and jaded, and some of them love the rockstar life. However, most of them are just regular people with a passion for music. They have families. Kids. It’s been wonderful getting an inside glimpse into the life they’ve built. They’ve balanced fame with privacy, they’ve lived their dreams on stage, and they’ve also made room for the dreams of their heart.
“Are you thinking about how amazing my morning breath is, or are you tunneling into yourself at the horrid shock of it?”
I swat Wilder’s chest playfully. He lifts Pumpkin from between us, kisses his fuzzy orange head, and sets him down on the floor.
But Pumpkin’s not overly put out. He knows breakfast is coming soon.
Woof Woof Dog is still down at the foot of the bed, but it gives Wilder a clear path to wrap me in a tight hug.
“Sorry. Just… ruminating.”
“Do you know how hot it is when you do that?”
He nuzzles the shell of my ear, nibbles the lobe, bites my neck, and scrapes his stubbled cheek against mine. There go my nipples, getting hard before I’ve even had a cup of coffee.
“I love waking up with you,” Wilder growls. “I love the cat hair and the farty dog. I love that it still feels a little bit awkward to share a room and basically live here half the time with your mom. In the best way. I adore your mom. You’ve given me a family off the stage. You’ve given me a home. And it’s better than anything I could have ever imagined because I couldn’t even go there until you. You took a chance on me, and I’ll always be thankful for that. You loved me first. You’ve shown me how. I’m far from perfect at it, but I love you with all I have.”
I adjust myself so the dog gets pushed to the other side, and I’m flush up against him. These small moments are infinitely special. It’s not just the amazing sex and how much I want this man. It’s the times when I melt into him physically, mentally, and emotionally. He’s sweet, vulnerable, and beyond kind. He’s the best man in the entire world. He has a bigger heart than he’ll ever know, and he knows it’s big. I make sure he does.
I stroke my hand over his hair and then down his shoulder, savoring the feel of him beneath my fingertips as he presses all along the entire length of me. I bask in the way he smells, his warmth, and the sparkling sheen in his dark eyes.
“I love you, Jack. Always. But I don’t want to just tell you. I want to write you a song.”
“That sounds perfect. It’s your day off, and there’s nothing I can’t move back to make it happen. Let’s do it.”
“Right here in our bedroom?”
His grin lights up the room. This man, who literally had the world at his feet, access to any studio he ever wanted, and more material wealth than I can even properly wrap my mind around, even now, still looks at me like this is the only place he wants to be. He always makes sure I know I’m the most important person in his life, though Woof Woof Dog is a close second in his heart. This bedroom is a far cry from any studio, but he still gets excited like he’s going to be recording in a state-of-the-art facility with great history, the most gorgeous instruments, and unbelievable acoustics.
“I can’t think of a better place.”
The best part is that he one hundred million percent means it.
THE END.