Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
"Oh," I say, relieved.
He lays back down beneath me, his dick still hard.
"Um…is it going to go down anytime soon?"
"Yeah. After I've fucked you about fifty thousand more times."
My inner muscles clench around him again.
"Ireland," he growls.
"I can't help it!" I cry. "You're inside me, and you're hard. And now I want you again. It's your own freaking fault, Crue. You're the one who…" I trail off, moaning as he drags me down on him and begins to move.
Finally.
Chapter Eight
CRUE
"I need a favor."
Kai looks up at me over the top of his Kindle, his gray eyes narrowed. "The last time I did you a favor, I nearly ended up in a jail cell in Tokyo, Crue."
Fucking Tokyo.
"This won't be like that," I mutter. "This favor is simple."
"You said that last time." He lifts a finger and then dramatically swipes it across his screen. The asshole.
Hendrix, one of the roadies, sees him as he passes by and chuckles.
"I won't make you play a solo when we introduce you for the next three shows."
That gets his attention. Kai is a fucking phenomenal guitarist. He also hates being the center of attention. If he could, he'd play from backstage, and no one would ever see him.
"What's the favor?"
"I just need you to take this to the nearest paper and drop it off," I say, holding out an envelope.
He glances at it and then back to me. "What's it in?"
"That's between me and the paper." And the rest of the world as soon as the paper confirms the document inside is real. It is. It's a copy of the marriage license Ireland and I signed. I just printed it at the hotel's business office.
Ireland has no idea what I'm planning. No one does. I didn't tell anyone because I didn't want anyone trying to talk me out of it. After I fucked my wife to sleep last night, I laid awake, holding her, thanking God…thinking. I fucking hate that she's afraid that things are going to change between us when the world finds out.
I don't want her living with that worry. I don't want her afraid that I'm going to change my mind about her or us. There isn't a chance in hell of that happening. But I can tell her that all day. It won't wipe the fear from her mind. She's too damn smart. She knows rockstars don't marry their fans often…and she knows why.
In this world, things don't work out more often than they do. Celebrities and normal people don't mix because celebrities don't know how to be normal, and normal people don't know how to be celebrities. It's a lot of fucking pressure on a relationship in a world already under pressure. But this hasn't been my world for a long time. Once this tour is over, I'm done.
I have no desire to continue on or to get the band back together permanently. We've done what we set out to do. We have our lives and our own futures now. We'll always be brothers. Maybe we'll get together and make new music when the mood strikes. Maybe we won't. But we're done touring. We're done with the chaos. At least, I am.
All I want is the sassy little redhead who drives me wild. If the world doesn't like it, fuck 'em. Our opinions are the only ones that matter. And we're the only ones that get a say in what we do.
She's my choice. She'll be my choice every time, without hesitation. I need her to know that, too. And the best way to ensure she knows that is to remove the sword dangling over her head. If the world knows now, she doesn't have to keep worrying about it. But I don't want her to find out until it's already said and done.
She'll lose her damn mind if she does.
"Will you take it for me or not?" I ask Kai.
"Fine," he sighs, setting his Kindle aside to take the envelope from me. "But if this gets me into any bullshit, I'm telling Beckett about Tokyo for his fucking book." He narrows his blue eyes on me. "And I'm telling Jameson's girl that you're responsible for whatever is in this envelope."
"I'll tell her myself as soon as the news breaks."
Kai eyes me sideways, and then he shakes his head. "You know what? Whatever it is, I don't even want to know. I'm keeping my big ass out of it."
"Smart man." I smack him on the back and then jog toward the bus where I left Ireland earlier. She was trying to convince Mason to teach her to speak British…whatever the fuck that means. I'm not entirely sure she even knows, but I have a feeling she'll be using every slang word Mason could think up by the end of the day.