Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Bishop
She doesn’t even have a clue how fucking sexy she is. First thing in the morning, no makeup, her head wrapped in that scarf, her voice heavy from sleep—she’s still sexy as fuck. I wanted to peel the sheets back and crawl in bed with her.
“Every time you let me in you,” I groan the lyrics out.
If the label wants raw and gritty, I’m going to give it to them. I have so many images of Saga writhing beneath me in my head. Those thick thighs wrapped around me.
I want her so bad I can taste her on my tongue. I lick my lips and jot down a few more lyrics. I smile as I think of the look on her face after I sing this one.
I’m more concerned with her reaction than what the label will think. I want to watch her breasts heave and her eyes glaze over. Maybe I’ll invite her out on stage for this one.
“Fuck.”
I grab my cock and shift in my seat. I’m torturing myself. Maybe I should’ve made sure her contract ended at the end of the tour.
I don’t know how she missed that it doesn’t. I should’ve told her when she mentioned it, but I couldn’t seem to force the words out. The end of that contract means I can go after what I want.
“Knock, knock.” I look up to find Jag standing in my bedroom doorway.
“Here with more bad news?” I grumble.
“Come on, man. Don’t shoot the messenger.”
“Whatever, do you mind? I’m working,” I say.
“Sure, sure. I just wanted to make sure we’re cool. I heard you last night. I don’t want this chick to come between us,” he says.
I stop strumming my guitar and put it down. When I stand, I’m towering over Jag. He’s five-seven to my six-three. I glare down at him.
“You didn’t hear me. If you did, you wouldn’t be here calling her a chick and talking shit. Jag, you’re skating a very thin line,” I seethe.
“Why this girl? You plowed through dozens of them after Bev. I see you falling for her. What happens after she fucks with your head? Dude, the label isn’t going to be forgiving again,” he barks back.
“Girl? She’s a grown-ass woman. We’re not in high school anymore. Grow the fuck up.”
“Me, grow up? You wouldn’t write a fucking song for four years. I’ve been busting my ass, dancing through hoops for the label so they didn’t cut your ass—”
“Some fucking dance, you’ve kept me on tour, living like a zombie. But whatever it takes to keep the money coming, right?” I snarl.
“It was what was best. You were falling apart. Acting like nothing happened. I can’t see you like that again,” he says.
“Then back the fuck off,” I growl.
He lifts his hands and takes a step back. I rub my forehead and turn back for my guitar. I sit and ignore his presence. I’m over this conversation.
“Just be careful,” he says.
“Get the fuck out,” I snarl.
“Fine, I’ll see you later.”
CHAPTER 13
Chicago Heat
Saga
Something has been up with Bishop. When I got out of the shower yesterday, I heard the door to the suite slam shut. I wasn’t sure if Bishop was coming in or leaving.
Not too long after, angry music started to come from his room. He didn’t show his face until later in the evening and his mood was off. Not the free and fun-loving guy I’ve been getting to know. He was more brooding and moodier.
“This is our last night in your lovely city, folks,” Bishop says to the crowd.
The rest of the band plans to go celebrate at a club after the show. I was invited, but Bishop seemed pissed. I’m not sure what’s going on with him, so I’ve been steering clear.
“I’m not going to leave you hanging though. Chicago has been eye-opening and I have a song that I want to share from the coming album before I go,” he continues.
He starts to play the melody and it’s hot, heavy, and a little angry, but it’s sexy too. The band joins in and my heart starts to slam. It’s amazing how he and the guys are in sync whenever he gives them a new song to learn. The band has great chemistry.
I’m too grown for anyone to tell me who to love
If I want to taste your honey, that’s exactly what I’ll do
You’re the only one that can tell me I can’t be inside of you
I’ve fucked around and brought others pleasure
But they will never be you—
The next time I set the sheets on fire, it’ll be to chase your desire
I’ll teach you I was made for you
Come here, baby, let that chocolate melt in my mouth
This face was made for riding, and the only rider is you—
You feel this just like I do; we ain’t got nothing to prove