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)
"Crue," she whispers. "We have to stop. Oh my gosh. We have to stop."
"Don't you dare."
"I can't be quiet!" She keeps rocking her hips, unable to stop even as she pleads with me. She's desperate to come. She probably has been since we were on stage earlier. Poor little goddess. She wants this. I see it written all over her face. But she doesn't want to get caught.
So I'll make damn sure we don't. If she has fantasies to fulfill, I'll help her live out every damn one. And I'll do whatever it takes to ensure she gets to do so in a way that feels safe for her.
I need her trust if I'm going to win her heart. And I am going to win her heart. There is no other option.
I slip my hand over her mouth to stifle her cries. "Now, no one will hear you when you're creaming all over my cock, Ireland."
Her pupils flare, relief, desire, and gratitude all mixed up together. Her grip on my shoulders tightens. She rocks faster, in a race to get herself there now that she feels safe.
Soft sounds escape her lips, stifled by my hand. Watching her let go is sexy as hell. She grows bolder, allowing herself to get a little louder. Her green eyes are twin pools, reflecting forever back at me.
I hold her gaze, lifting my free hand to pinch her nipple. She shatters with a cry, her honey dripping all over my cock.
I bury my face in her throat, fighting like hell not to come, too. I intend to wear her when I'm on stage tonight. But next time I come, it'll be deep inside her where I belong. And, if I'm really lucky, it'll be when I'm planting my kid in her.
"Crue," she sighs when I pull my hand away from her mouth, drooping in my arms. "Are you really a virgin?"
I lift my gaze to hers, letting her see the truth for herself.
Her eyes widen as she reads it on my face.
"I was saving myself for my one, too," I murmur, brushing the back of my hand down her cheek. "I found her yesterday, Éire."
Chapter Seven
IRELAND
The concert is wild, way worse than last night. Even though we're in the front row, it's hard to hear over all the screaming, shouting, and mayhem going on behind us. After having been on the stage today, I have a new appreciation for how it must look from up there.
I'm in awe of the fact that they're up there, gliding around like they own the freaking stage while thousands of people literally scream their lyrics at them. I can't take my eyes off Crue. He's always been an amazing dancer, but he's on fire tonight. They all are.
Every time he looks out at the audience, he looks right at me. I feel like I'm living out my fangirl fantasies, except for this one is ten thousand times better. Because I'm not in love with Crue Blake, superstar. I'm in love with Crue Blake, the bossy, gorgeous, sweet, crazy man I've gotten to know since he jumped off the stage and introduced himself yesterday morning.
And somehow, some way…I think he's falling in love with me, too.
It seems like I've known him forever. In a way, I guess I have. He's exactly like I always expected, and yet he's vastly different too. He's so much more than I was prepared for…bossier, hotter, sweeter, more demanding, harder on himself, funnier, and carrying so many ghosts from the past. Yet his love for his band, the music, and the fans shines.
My heart didn't stand a chance against him.
When the concert ends, he jumps off the stage. Security immediately moves to flank him as he stalks toward me, smirking.
"What are you doing?" I ask, a little worried that he's going to do something crazy. At this point, I wouldn't put it past him.
"Coming to escort you and the girls to the back." He holds out his hand for me and then pulls me to my feet. The rest of the girls stand, too.
"What the heck?" a girl in the row behind us says. "Why do they get to go backstage?"
"What can I say?" I shrug. "When a heartthrob reaches for your hand, be the kind of girl who takes it."
She's still gaping when Crue turns me toward the stage, leading us to the back.
"A heartthrob, huh?" He leans down to shout in my ear.
"Former heartthrob," I shout back to him.
He growls playfully, his hazel eyes light and a permanent smile on his face. It looks good on him. Way too darn good.
We don't say anything else until we're backstage. As soon as we're into the crossover space, he turns, scooping me up into his arms. His lips come down on mine in a hard kiss.