Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 58150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
I shake my head. “I’m good. Dance with the stripper.”
Jet scowls. “Caleb Sorensen. If I wanted to dance with a stripper, I’d be marrying him tomorrow, not you. Get your ass up here now.”
“Uh-oh, you’re in trouble,” Ollie says next to me.
Jet pulls me up next to the stripper, whose eyes are as wide as his insane pecs.
“Y-you guys are getting married?”
“In secret. Please don’t tip off any paparazzi,” I beg.
“He can’t!” Jet slurs. “I’m pretty sure there’s stripper-customer confidentiality. Like lawyers but with less clothes!”
“That is true,” the stripper says. “But only if a big tip is involved.” Then he has the balls to wink.
I reach into my back pocket and pull out my wallet, slipping the guy all the cash I have which is two hundred bucks. “That enough to keep you quiet and leave us alone for a bit?”
He takes it. “Confidentiality bought.” He does a little bow and wanders off in his thong with his round butt cheeks wobbling with every step.
A scrunched-up napkin hits my head, and I turn back to Ollie.
“Why’d you make the pretty man disappear?”
I expect Lennon to not like that. Instead he agrees.
I throw my hands up in defeat, but Jet puts his hands around my shoulders.
“He did it because I’m the only one he needs.”
“Exactly.”
Jet pulls my head down to bring our mouths together hard and fierce.
I pull back before Jet can try to take it further and the guys get a different kind of show. “I think it’s time we get back to our hotel.”
“I’m totally loving your foresight to rent a hotel room and not stay with Matt and Noah.”
Aww, poor Jet thinks he’s getting some action when we get back, but I know him. I’ve seen him drunk countless times these last few months on the road, where he’s been contractually obligated to go to the after-party and do the meet and greets with VIPs. Alcohol flows freely at those things. I can already see what’s going to happen tonight. He’ll probably fall asleep in the car on the way back and won’t even stir when I carry him up to bed.
Then tomorrow will come, and he’ll spring out of bed fresh as a fucking daisy with no sign of a hangover.
Rock stars are hard to keep up with, and mine certainly keeps me on my toes.
I can’t wait for our forever to start.
Chapter Twenty-Four
JET
The feel of my husband’s hot, wet mouth moving over my needy and aching cock never gets old. Even now, years after we were married.
Our life together has been the craziest journey in the best possible way, and it’s only about to get crazier. Or calmer. I really don’t know how it’s gonna go yet.
Soren’s finger circles my hole and gently pushes in.
I throw my head back as I lie horizontally across the bed while he’s on his knees on the floor. My ass inches closer to the edge of the mattress.
“I need you to fuck me,” I breathe.
He pushes another finger in, and his mouth releases me with a wet pop. “We don’t have time. We need to get off fast before we have to meet the others in the food hut for dinner.”
I sigh because he’s right. We’re probably lucky they haven’t come looking for us yet.
“Why did we agree to come on another group vacation?” I mumble.
Soren ignores me. He goes back to sucking me, while I smell the telltale scent of Fiji.
The real Fiji.
Coconut and sun mixed with cum—the way I always remember it.
We came back for our honeymoon six years ago but haven’t had the chance to visit again.
Until now.
Soren relaxes his throat and takes me all the way in until his nose nuzzles my groin.
“Fuck, babe. I really need you to fuck me. You could slip it in. Like, right now.”
His fingers press against my prostate, telling me his answer. We have no time, and I’m going to drive you fucking wild. Though his shoulders do shake as if he’s trying to contain his laughter.
Now, that’s talented. Laughing with a cock in your mouth.
My man’s gag reflex needs, like, an award or something. Right now, I’m willing to offer up all my Grammys.
He rubs over the sensitive spot until I’m trembling and incoherent. He doesn’t let up even for a second. Soren’s on a mission to get me off as fast as possible, and I know it won’t take much longer.
All it takes is his free hand reaching up toward my nipple. I don’t even think he brushes over it before I’m convulsing and emptying into Soren’s mouth.
He allows me no recovery time, but I can’t complain. His body is still as hard and firm as it was when he played hockey, and when it starts climbing up me, I know we’re not done.
I’m spent, but I can’t wait to have my mouth on him.