Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
“I know exactly who you are.” I land a protective hand on her thigh and squeeze. “You’re a strong, passionate woman who’s been kept in a cage. Your beauty is so captivating that those around you haven’t been able to handle its full force, so they’ve had to dim the light you radiate. Besides, if you write music half as well as you sing, you’re the next Patsy Cline. You were born with a gift, and you need to let it shine for the world to see.” I shrug, trying to lighten her mood. “It rattled me for a minute when you sang my mother’s song in the bar. Don’t tell her, but I think you may have better chops than she ever did.”
Cash’s sadness evaporates, and unexpected laughter rings through the car. “I swear, Gunner Shaw… I don’t know if I’m coming or going with you”—her eyes sparkle up at me as a dark cloud lifts from them—“but damn if I don’t like it.”
I nod, catching her face in my palms. As the sun breaks the horizon, I kiss her. It doesn’t matter that we’ve only just met. My cock has been raging like a monster since she told me she’s as kinky as I am. Every fiber of my body screams that she’s mine. I’ll do anything and be anyone she needs.
It’s not every day you meet the girl of your dreams.
Her hips grind softly against my thigh, so softly she probably doesn’t even realize she’s doing it. But I sure as hell do. I feel fucking everything when this girl’s around. She’s a fast, furious, and wildly beautiful tornado waiting to blow me away.
“Anxious, are we, little sparrow?” I pull back, my breath taken away by her radiant beauty in the early morning light.
“Call me jaded, but when you said meet me at the copper gates at sunrise, I wasn’t expecting this.”
“What were you expecting?” I shuttle her close to my body, liking how she fits perfectly against me.
“More…pancakes, less romance, maybe?”
“Not sure calling you a slut off the bat is all that romantic.”
She tries to pull away, but I grip her waist and hold her close. “Do you know everything about me?” She pauses, and her eyes flutter away. “Do you know they plastered my face on all the major news rags, telling the world I have a sex addiction?”
I know the story. As soon as she left the bar, I went on the computer in my office and read everything I could about her like a crazed fan, down to her kid siblings’ interests.
I sure as hell watched the little porno she made with the hooker. My cock was hard as steel as she was degraded. Mascara ran down her cheeks, and pretty pink marks marred her delicate flesh. I didn’t even realize I’d pulled out my dick and started stroking, wishing it was my spit dangling from her lips. My dueling emotions confused me. I wanted to rip the hooker’s heart out for touching her as I jerked my cock. I pretended it was my dick buried in her perfect wet cunt as I slapped her sexy face and called her my pretty little whore.
“I know more than you think,” I say, kissing her forehead. “But there is one question I couldn’t figure out.”
“What is it?”
“You’re a sexy-as-sin celebrity. Why did you need to hire male prostitutes?”
Cash groans and buries her head in her hands. “This is much more embarrassing than knowing most of America has seen my tits getting whipped.”
I pull her hands from her face before cupping her cheeks and looking deep into her eyes. “Never be embarrassed around me. I want to know all of you, including the parts you want to keep hidden.”
I wipe away the lone tear that springs from her eye and offer a gentle smile. Cash nods and takes a deep breath but says nothing. We sit, eyes locked, letting the silence of the morning cocoon us.
I want to demand her emotions and have her confess her hidden secrets without hesitation. But life doesn’t work that way. We don’t get what we want simply by closing our eyes and wishing with all our might. I learned that lesson at a young age before I stepped foot into a school.
So, against my better nature, I hold her and move at her speed.
Cash’s chest distracts me as she takes a deep breath, and her perfect tits rise and fall. “I don’t trust men. Things always get complicated if you take a random guy home after a show. Remember Lucy Maties, the rock star? She left a show with a random groupie, and a bellhop found her in a dumpster the next day, chopped up into pieces.”
I laugh, lacing our fingers and easing into my place with her at my side. “Not sure if I should feel flattered or insulted that you don’t think I’m dangerous enough. I should’ve picked you up on the Harley. Chicks dig the bike.”