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)
She cries my name like she’s begging for mercy, but she meets my thrusts like she can’t get enough. When I smack her ass, she screams louder. “Oh god, oh fuck, Bron! Fuck! Oh, god, spank me again!”
I do, two more times, then I reach around to gently pinch her clit until she falls apart beneath me. She comes hard, her pussy squeezing my cock like it’s never going to let go, and there’s no way I could hold back, even if I wanted to.
I fucking see stars as I pour everything I’ve got into her. I feel things I swear I’ve never felt before, as our beautiful fallen angel takes me to heaven and back.
The night continues until all of us are thoroughly spent and exhausted. Actually, we guys could keep going, but we take mercy on Hazel, wanting to make sure she’ll be up for more of the same every night to come—and in the morning, too.
We collapse together in the bed and sleep like babies.
RAFE
In the morning, we wake Hazel with nuzzles and touches, until she’s ready for more. The lingerie is long gone, but she’s more beautiful than ever, her hair thoroughly disheveled, her body ripe and ready for us.
We lose track of time, and it’s late when we’re all finally showered and ready to go downstairs.
Back in the studio, the three of us are buzzed and attack our work with more energy than ever.
Conal starts improvising a new song, an upbeat hard-rock number. Then he starts adding the lyrics:
Gotta be free, free to love
like the stars that shine up above
When you love the one who’s right
then those stars will shine all night
Bron and I are right there with him, suggesting new lines and adding guitar and drum riffs. I swear we’ve never played so well.
A line Conal adds about no regrets triggers a thought about Celeste. I wonder how she got through the gate to reach the house. And why.
I was down when she left me, but I can only be grateful now. If I was still with Celeste, I wouldn’t have been open to getting to know Hazel, and she’s the most amazing woman I’ve ever been with.
We lay down tracks until noon, when we break for lunch.
“We might have enough for a double album,” Bron says as we head out the door.
Conal nods once. “We’ll see. If the songs are good enough.”
As soon as I see Hazel, I decide all at once that I’m done acting like she only belongs to my brother. I pull her close and greet her with a kiss, taking my time to let her know how much I’ve missed her since this morning.
She stiffens for only a split second before she kisses me back, and she’s grinning when I pull away. We get a couple of curious looks from the crew, but Hazel doesn’t seem to mind.
She’s made a giant stir-fry with chicken and vegetables, and it smells delicious. We all help ourselves, and before long, it’s all gone. I eat more than I usually would, but I figure I’m still making up for calories spent in the bedroom, and fueling myself for another workout tonight.
Hazel’s smiling as she carries the empty serving bowl to the sink, and I get a warm feeling at how she seems to enjoy taking care of us.
With mixed feelings—excited about the work, but already missing Hazel again—we return to the studio and put in a few more hours before knocking off for the day.
Even though I’m certain my brothers are as eager as I am to get Hazel back in the bedroom, we decide to take her out to dinner and a show. I don’t want her to think our relationship is just about sex, because it’s not, even though the sex is incredible.
The driver takes us straight down the Strip, and Hazel takes in the scenery as we go. I wonder if she’s wishing she brought her camera.
“There's a restaurant in the tower, isn’t there?” She’s pointing to the Paris Las Vegas resort. “Maybe we can eat there sometime. It’d be almost like being in Paris, eating real French cuisine.”
“I’ve heard it’s good,” Bron says.
We see a classic Vegas variety show, which she seems to enjoy, but it’s not so compelling that we don’t do a lot of hand holding, touching, and kissing throughout. It’s the weekend, so there’s extra hassle getting to the show with a mob of fans trying to reach us, and we forgo gambling after the show for the same reason.
Years ago, our fan base grew little by little, so we had time to ease into the chaos of it all. I can’t imagine what it must be like for Hazel to have gone from anonymity to a tabloid target overnight, but she handles it with grace.
Celeste always seemed to be charmed by the attention, and eager for it, but Hazel does a good job of tuning out the world around us.