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)
Especially when I feel his tongue back there.
I shout his name, coming all over his face.
He rises to his feet, tearing through his zipper. Within seconds, he's buried inside me, his fist pounding the wall beside my head as he fucks me hard and fast. I bury my face in his throat, trying to stifle my cries as a second orgasm quickly blooms, throwing me over the edge.
He grunts when my body locks down on him, following me over.
We shake and moan together, riding it out.
"Goddamn," he breathes. "I needed that."
"I couldn't tell," I say drily.
"Smart ass." He nips my shoulder, making me giggle.
I wriggle for him to put me down, but he pins me against the wall. "Where do you think you're going, Éire?"
"We should get out of here before they come looking for us."
"Uh, no. We should stay right here until they give up and stop looking for us," he says, one brow arched. "If they can't find us, I don't have to sign autographs again tonight."
"Who says you'll have to sign?"
"History, Ireland. A very long, very sordid history." He tips my chin back, kissing me. "I'm fucking terrible at Rock, Paper, Scissors."
I laugh against his lips, more than willing to stay right here until the freaking cows come home if that's what he wants. I'd do anything for this incredible man. Anything.
"Jesus Christ," he growls an hour later as we pull up outside the hotel. "This is chaos."
"Uh-huh," I whisper, shocked at the sheer number of people milling outside. There are so many of them that the police have put up a barricade. I count no less than four news vans parked on the street. It wasn't like this when Shelby and I left.
This is fifty times worse than it was then.
I pull my phone out of my pocket, dialing my sister.
"Hello?" she says, sounding out of breath.
"Hey. Um, have you been to the hotel yet?"
"Not yet. Why?"
"It's a madhouse."
"I know. We were there earlier, remember?"
"Yeah, this is not like it was earlier." I snap a quick picture and send it. "Check your texts."
"Hang on." She fumbles around with her phone and then I hear her sharp intake of breath. "Holy crap. What happened?"
"I don't know." I open a browser and type in the band's name to see what I can pull up. Surely, someone knows why they're all here now.
As soon as the results load, my stomach sinks like a stone.
Hitched to the Boy Band: Crue Blake Married in Chicago!
"Oh no," I whisper, my hands shaking.
"What?" Shelby asks.
"What's wrong?" Crue asks at the same time.
"The news," I choke out, tears filling my eyes as panic surges through me. My worst nightmare is playing out right now. It's too soon. I haven't had enough time. This isn't long enough to sustain me for the rest of my life. I was supposed to have more time with him before it all falls apart. "T-they know."
"Shit." Crue unlatches my belt, lifting me into his arms.
The phone falls from my numb hands, landing in my lap. He grabs it, putting it to his ear. "Shelby? She'll call you later. She and I need to talk and then we're going to talk to the press," he says.
"You can't talk to the press!" Shelby shouts. "Are you crazy?"
"I'm not hiding her," he growls. "She's my wife. And I'm the one who sent in the tip about our marriage."
Shelby goes silent.
Shock jolts my system. He's the one who told the world? Why? Why would he do that?
"She'll call you later," he says and then hangs up on my sister before dropping my phone to the seat beside him. "Look at me, Éire."
"I…" I shake my head, afraid I'm going to cry if I look at him. "I don't understand," I whisper. "Why would you do this, Crue?"
"Look at me, Ireland."
I reluctantly lift my gaze to him, sad and confused and afraid and a million different things that make me want to freaking cry. I knew they'd find out about us sooner or later, and our bubble would burst. I've been bracing for it since he told me we were married. But I never expected that he'd be the one who tipped them off. I never thought it'd be this soon.
"Last night, you told me you were afraid that all of this would end when they found out about us," he says, holding my gaze. "I'm not going to let you live with that fear, Ireland."
"So you just decided to go ahead and break my heart now?" I cry. "You could have done it before you slept with me, Crue. Or before you told me that you loved me." I glare at him. "Or before I asked my sister to be my maid of honor at our second wedding."
"You asked Shelby to be your maid of honor?"