Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Bron groans just then, so I give his shoulder a not-so-hard shove.
“What?” he grumbles.
“Grab me a condom.”
He does, then turns to watch us.
I slide into Hazel and angle myself to rub over her clit as I fuck in and out of her. I could ask Bron to help out, but the caveman side of me likes having her all to myself, even while my brothers are with us.
It feels incredible being inside her, and I devote myself to making her come. When she starts to pant and moan, I wrap her ankles around my neck and piston in and out of her until she loses control. After only a few more thrusts, I follow her into oblivion.
“Now it’s a good morning,” I tell her as I nuzzle her ear and neck afterwards. I lightly stroke her cheek with the back of my fingers, then give her a kiss and go off to dispose of the condom.
From the bathroom, I can hear sounds that tell me Bron, and maybe Rafe, are having their turn.
When I’m done, I go back out and watch, and I’m surprised by how much of a turn-on it is. Being an observer has never been my favorite part of sharing, but everything’s different with Hazel.
Afterward, we all go into the bathroom and get cleaned up in the huge shower. We’re all hungry, and that plus the need to get into the studio is the only reason we don’t have an extended shower with more playtime.
Rafe wants to work on a new song idea first thing. He doesn’t usually come up with material on his own, but this tune is good.
The three of us work together, fleshing out the melody and the chord progression. Rafe says he’s still working on the lyrics, but I can tell from the melody and tempo that it’s going to be something romantic, and that’s okay. Our fans love our ballads, and if the lyrics are too sappy, Bron and I can help dial them back.
Hazel brings freshly-baked peanut butter cookies in for us in the late morning, then stays and takes photographs while we work.
I love having her in the studio with us. I like being near her, no matter where we are.
HAZEL
I’ve baked cookies three days in a row. The guys, including the crew, can’t get enough of them. They told me I don’t need to keep making them, even though they keep devouring them, but the cookies are easy to make, and it feels good to do nice things for them.
I’m rolling dough into balls when Conal comes into the kitchen holding a little blue book. “For you,” he says.
“My passport? It’s here already?”
“We had it expedited. How’d you like to go to Paris?”
“Are you serious?”
He grins. “We can go this weekend.”
“I’ll start packing. Do I need new clothes? How do people dress in Paris?”
“Do some research. We’ll take you shopping if you decide you need anything, or you can have the driver take you out.”
I end up buying a pair of nice pants, a couple of new tops, and a more stylish coat and bag. I feel funny spending money on myself, but the purchases seem reasonable.
The band’s jet is small and suitable for shorter trips, so they charter a larger private jet to Paris. The aircraft is a condensed version of the recording studio villa when it comes to luxury and comfort.
During the flight, we enjoy fine dining while relaxing in large, comfortable chairs. There’s even a bedroom on the plane, where I become a member of the mile-high club, three times over.
Luckily, we also manage to get some sleep over the Atlantic, because even though we leave Sin City in the early evening, it’s midday when we arrive in the City of Lights.
After we check in and get settled in a lavish suite at a fancy hotel, Conal asks what I want to do first.
“A walk would be nice, to stretch my legs. All the exercise I got on the plane was done lying down.”
All three men smile at the memory.
The guys put on sunglasses to be less recognizable, and a few security men accompany us as we walk down the street from the hotel. The air is chilly and the sky is overcast, but the city is still beautiful, and I’m perfectly warm with Conal’s arm around me.
We come across a market section that has different specialty stores for produce, bread, meat, cheese, olives, flowers and more. It’s exactly what I envision when I think of Europe, and it’s enchanting.
We wander for a while, and end up with fresh baguettes and a few different cheeses that we take back to our suite. Snacking on the delicious food while sitting at the window, enjoying a dazzling view of the city, is all too wonderful to be real.
When we finish off the food, Conal goes into another room and comes back looking very pleased with himself. “We’ve got a surprise for you. C’mon.”