Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“We fight,” she breathes, tears welling in her eyes.
“We fight.”
Our mouths come together at the same time, ravaging each other, needing the connection. Her arms encircle my neck, and I pick her up, twirling us around and setting her on top of the dresser. Her legs part, and I step between them, deepening the kiss. I’ve missed her so damn much, her lips, her touch, her scent.
Her hands glide down the sides of my neck and over my shoulders. She makes her way under my shirt, her cool hands sliding up and down my abs before she moves down to my pants. It feels so good, being with her, kissing her... I want more, but if we’re going to make shit work, we have to change how we handle shit. What’s that saying? Doing the same thing over and over again while expecting different results...
I pull back, breaking our connection. “I want this, and I want you, but I don’t want to fall back into our usual pattern of having makeup sex.”
Her eyes widen slightly in shock, and trust me, I get it because I’ve never imagined saying those words, but I don’t want her for now. She’s my goddamn forever, which means we need to make different choices.
“You said we need trust, and I agree. I think we should work on that. Getting to know each other without the sex.”
The gorgeous smile that spreads across her face tells me I made the right suggestion.
“Okay,” she says, leaning forward and giving me a chaste kiss before dropping onto the ground, her body rubbing against mine on the way down. “So I guess I’ll see you later?” She steps around me, edging toward the door.
“Now, wait a second...” I snag her hand and pull her back to me. “I didn’t say we couldn’t hang out. We have a perfectly good hot tub...”
She laughs. “Which will end with us fucking in it.”
True. “Okay, we could go out.”
“Where?”
I think for a moment. It’s hard for a person like me to just go out without being bombarded. New York is better than LA, but it can still get crazy if you’re spotted. “Lush.” A friend of mine owns the club, and he caters to people like me who are in the spotlight.
“Oh! I’ve been wanting to check out that club, but it’s super hard to get into.”
“Let’s go. We can go dancing and—”
“Drinking?” She raises a brow.
“I was going to say dancing and have a good time.”
She winces. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” I wrap my arms around her. “I’m not an addict, Kaylee. I know those are just words, and it’ll take time for you to see that, but I’ll show you. I want to take you dancing. We never got to have that.”
“Have what?”
“Dating. We did it when we were younger, but not once we were adults. We’ve been on tour for months. Now that we’re home, I want to date you... woo the hell out of you.”
She giggles, the sound so damn beautiful. “You’ve been hanging out with Camden for too long.”
She isn’t wrong. Camden and his dad love that damn word, and we always give them shit for it, but look at them, both happy and in loving relationships with families of their own. Maybe they’re onto something.
“I’m gonna woo the fuck out of you, baby,” I tell her, kissing her roughly.
“I can’t wait.”
After texting Justin to let him know I’ll need him tonight, I get dressed and then we head to Camden’s place, so Kaylee can get dressed. Camden and Layla end up joining us because her mom took Felix for the night, so we pile into the SUV and head to Lush. I text Declan and Gage to let them know where we’re going in case they want to join, and then shoot Brody Fields, the club owner, a message, letting him know we’ll need a VIP table if that’s possible. I probably should’ve asked first, but it was all last minute. A few minutes later, he replies that he’ll have it taken care of.
Clubs like his are already popular, but they know that once we’re in there and post our location on social media, it’s free advertisement for them. It’s why celebs can go anywhere and do anything for free. Why famous people get stuff sent to them in the hopes they’ll post about it. I can’t even tell you how many guitars I’ve been sent by various companies, hoping I’ll post about their products.
When we arrive, it’s after ten o’clock, and the line to get in is around the damn corner. With two of our guards flanking us, we walk straight to the bouncer, who immediately recognizes us and lets us through with a single nod.
The hostess takes us directly upstairs to a roped-off area and lets us know our server will be by momentarily to take our orders.