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)
“Does it ever bother you, living your life in a bubble?” I ask after we place our orders.
Conal shrugs a shoulder. “It used to bother me, but it’s the way things have to be.”
“We use disguises sometimes,” Bron says. “And it’s easier when it’s not all three of us together, and in a place as crowded as this.”
“We’ll be moving into the house tomorrow. It’ll be more relaxed there,” Conal says.
“The one you mentioned to my mom?”
“Yeah, it’s owned by our label. We’ll be recording our new album there.”
I nod like it’s perfectly normal that I’ll be living with three rock stars and enjoying a front-row seat while they create music millions of fans are eagerly awaiting.
After a delicious dinner, another surprise awaits: Conal tells me we have tickets to the hottest show in Vegas. The limo takes us to another hotel, and we’re shown to special seating in a theater that’s a work of art in itself.
The show, which is filled with acrobatic feats, beautiful music, and an intriguing storyline, is stunning, but it can’t hold my attention, because Conal, who’s on my left, and Rafe, on my right, both put their hands on my legs, and the way they casually stroke my skin nearly turns me into a puddle in my seat.
I’m sad when the show is over and they take their hands away to clap for the performance. But when we all get to our feet for the standing ovation, Conal slides his arm around my waist, and opts for kissing my jawline rather than continuing to applaud.
“How did you like the show?”
“I loved it! Thank you for bringing me.”
“Of course. We can see more shows while we're here in town, if you’d like. Or in other towns.” I assume he means Los Angeles, since it’s not too far of a drive.
“Are you tired?” Conal asks as we file out of the theater, and I admit that I am, though when he’s touching me, I’m filled with restless energy.
As soon as we’re back at the suite and Rafe closes the door behind us, dozens of butterflies take flight in my stomach. I’m ready for anything—ready as I can be, anyway—but also a bundle of nerves.
Conal disappears into the bathroom, and Rafe and Bron head off to the other side of the suite. I assume that will be the last I’ll see of Conal’s brothers for the night, but after I get ready for bed, all three brothers are waiting for me in the big bedroom.
“I like your pajamas.” Bron sounds flirty, but he’s smirking at my pink plaid flannel PJs. They’re all I have with me, and though they definitely don’t seem suitable for sleeping with rock stars, I didn’t want to be presumptuous and come out naked.
Conal’s smiling, too, but his expression is much more wolfish. “Can we kiss you goodnight, Mrs. Curran?” he asks.
RAFE
It may be Conal’s ring on Hazel’s finger, but I already feel more connected to her than any woman we’ve shared in the past. Not that we’ve shared her yet, not in a physical way, but there’s a calm energy about her that I’ve appreciated today.
It’s different from last night. Last night, I just thought she was fucking hot. Today, she’s still hot, but also real in a very relatable way.
I find myself hanging on her answer to my brother’s question. Can we kiss you, Mrs. Curran?
“Of course,” Hazel says without hesitation.
Our usual encounters with women don’t start with a tame kiss. It’s not often a woman comes to us with more than one thing on her mind, though that one thing often has other motives attached.
Hazel doesn’t seem to want anything from us, and in a strange way, that makes me want to give her everything.
Maybe that’s just my dick talking, because I’ve spent all day trying not to notice how sexy she is or think about how much I want to fuck her.
Right now, I want to toss her onto the bed, crawl on top of her, and kiss her until she begs for my cock.
But I’ll take things slow.
Conal's kissing her now, and Bron's waiting for his turn. I take a step back so I'm sure to be last, so I can give her the kiss that's fresh on her lips as she falls asleep.
When it's my turn, Hazel already looks dazed. Her lips are flushed and slightly parted, like she's out of breath.
I take her by the hand and lead her over to the bed, where I sit and pull her onto my lap. She’s all soft curves and sweet-smelling skin, and I push her hair back so I can breathe in a lungful of her.
She lets out a soft gasp when I trace my nose along the side of her neck, up toward her ear. When I lay a kiss on the edge of her jaw, Conal clears his throat, like he’s trying to warn me off, but I ignore him.