Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
“Yeah, I mean, it’s better than him finding out on his own, but still,” Winnie says on a sigh.
“I’m cluing them in. Otherwise, they’ll hear town lore, and you know they can’t ever get it right.” Kennedy looks from Lennie to Winnie. Both agree with a nod of their heads. “Lyric, a childhood friend of Jagger’s, is back. She’s been gone since he was seventeen. They kept in touch here and there, then one day, poof, it’s like she disappeared into thin air. The guys didn’t have the resources they do now, or I’m sure Jagger would have used them. The kicker is she bought her childhood home, which happens to be next to Jagger’s parents’ home, back where it all began.”
I’m about to reply when the guys start funneling in one by one. Tysen immediately heads for me, his hand touching my lower back. “Be back, babe. We’re all going to check on Jag.” I nod, lifting my lips to press them against his. Tysen holds steady a moment longer than I expected he would before saying, “Fuckin’ glad I have you, Maci. Love you.”
“I love you.” My eyes get lost in a sea of Tysen.
“No, babe. Love you.” His words are sharp and succinct, getting his point across. Whatever passes over my face, he’s more than okay with. His chin lifts the slightest bit, and then my man is following the others out the door to go after their friend.
“Well, looks like we’re on kid duty, which means we’re going to ply them with snacks until the men folk come back to man the grill,” Lennie announces.
“Honey, I may be gay, but I’m still a man, and I can grill the hell out of some meat,” Samuel comes in clutch. We all breathe a sigh of relief and head out to the patio.
“Well, you’re in charge now,” I tell him. Meanwhile, I’m worrying my bottom lip hoping that whatever happens with Jagger will all work itself out.
EPILOGUE
TYSEN
Six Weeks Later
“Hmmm.” Maci arches her ass into my cock. We’re naked and in a bed, but we’re not in our bed. I’ve got one arm beneath her neck, fingers locked with hers, and my arm is draped across her stomach, holding her to me.
“Good nap?” I murmur into her ear. Her skin becomes covered in goose bumps, and my hand is tempted to trail in between her legs to feel what I know is her arousal slickening her pussy.
“Yes. Are we there yet?” We’ve only been in bed for a couple of hours. The trip we’re taking had us stopping in Dubai to refuel, get off the jet, stretch our legs, and grab a bite to eat. I suggested staying a night, giving her time to see a different side of the world. But our time is limited. There are only so many favors I can pull, and using the jet for personal use meant bumping clients to a different date. It’s more than worth it. What’s the point of having all this money sitting in the bank and doing nothing with it? The guys rallied, much like we always do when someone needs a helping hand. Jagger stepped up to the plate, trading the opportunity to do one of his dare devil adventures in order to pick up any slack that’s needed, and Liam can’t cover. He’s still fucking reeling over Lyric. Jude’s been keeping an eye on her place and hasn’t seen any type of movement. It’s making us wonder if she’s truly home or what the fuck she’s doing with the house.
“A couple of more hours.” The last leg of our journey to the Maldives is only four hours from our last stop. It’s one of Maci’s bucket list places, an island for lovers, and I’ve booked us a place overlooking the water. A full week of having Maci to myself, nobody pestering us about a baby shower, when we’re tying the knot, and work isn’t breathing down our necks. I’ll fucking take it any day of the week. Then there’s the added pleasure of having my woman in nothing but a bathing suit, and if she’s not in that, it’ll be nothing but skin.
Since Maci started yawning, I suggested we head to the back bedroom. Liam and our part-time pilot, Michelle, are currently navigating the air, and while Samuel pouted to Maci, we both agreed to have no flight attendants. This trip is for us—no work, no worries, and a celebration of sorts considering Maci’s morning sickness finally disappeared a couple of weeks ago.
“I never thought I’d say this, but I’m tired of being in the Gulfstream,” she groans, sleep coating her voice.
“I’ve got something to keep you preoccupied.” I kiss the back of her neck, tongue rasping over her heated flesh and pulling it into my mouth.