Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 48700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
I spent the first few years working with the studio band, laying down tracks for albums. And then she introduced me to Cami and Bentley Reynolds. Once I started touring, I never stopped. Between them, Winter Pyke, Kasen Alexander, Gwen London, and Clayton Devine, I've spent most of the last five years on the road.
"Had it not been for her, I'm not sure I'd still be here," I admit softly. "I was fucked up in the head for a long time, just trying to make it through every goddamn day. I wasn't living, princess. I was just surviving."
The sizzle of the burgers fades, replaced by the pounding of my heart as Kylie slips from her stool and walks toward me. My breath hitches when I realize what she's doing.
"Kylie," I warn, but she ignores me, pushing her way into my arms to hug me tight.
"I'm glad she found you, Memphis," she whispers, her breath warm against my skin. "I'm glad she gave you a reason to keep going. I'm glad you're here now." She squeezes me as if she intends to hold all my fucked-up, broken pieces together. "Jayson would want this for you."
"Jesus Christ," I growl, dropping the spatula and boosting her up into my arms. Her body fits against mine like perfectly slotted puzzle pieces clicking together. "You keep putting yourself in my space like this, and I'm going to stop being a gentleman, Toto. I'm going to take exactly what I want from you."
"Who's stopping you, Memphis?" she whispers, her eyes burning into mine.
"Last chance, little girl," I warn her, my voice rough with need as I turn off the grill and press her back against the fridge, my mouth inches from her. "Stop me now, or I'm not fuckin' stopping until you're screaming my name."
"Memphis? Shut up and fuck me already."
That's all the encouragement I need. A growl rips from my chest as I take her lips in a desperate kiss, storming toward the bedroom with her in my arms. She kisses me back the same way, as if she needs my air in her lungs to survive.
We're a frenzy of movement, colliding into walls as we kiss. I'm too goddamn greedy to wait to get her naked. I need my fucking hands on her body now. Apparently, she feels the same way because she's just as eager as I am.
A whirlwind of desperate hands and torn fabric follows in our wake.
I nip her neck and then bite down on one hard nipple just before we reach the bedroom, making her sob my name in ecstasy. Her nails rake down my back hard enough to make my balls throb.
Fuck, she's a little hellcat.
I yank her pants and panties off, tossing her onto the bed. She bounces when she lands, sprawling across the dark duvet like a little sacrifice, all trembling and eager.
"Memphis," she moans, a plea in her voice as she stares up at me. She's so damn beautiful. Christ, every inch of her is soft and round. There isn't a spot on her that I don't want to put my mouth on right fucking now.
I can't help but stare at her as she watches me finish undressing, her legs chafing together in anticipation.
"You like watching me, Toto?" I smirk, wrapping a hand around my hard cock. My voice is so rough with need, I don't even recognize it. This is what she does to me. This is how she makes me ache.
She bites her lip and then nods.
"Spread your legs and let me see what I'm going to be pounding my name into later," I demand, my eyes locked onto hers as I jerk myself off. She obeys, slowly parting her thighs, granting me a sinful view that has my blood boiling with desire.
Fucking hell. I've never seen anything more beautiful than that pink pussy dripping wet for me. Her clit is hard, peeping from between her puffy lips. Her juices coat her thick inner thighs. She's bare, every inch of her on display as she spreads her legs wide, letting me look my fill.
"God, Memphis," she whispers, her cheeks flushed with desire and vulnerability. The raw need in her voice tugs at something deep within me, something I didn't even know I was capable of feeling.
Devotion. Pure, unfiltered devotion.
I storm toward the bed, driven by the need to claim her in every way possible. I need her taste on my tongue, my hands on her body. Christ, I need to consume and be consumed by her.
I wrap my hands around her thighs, hauling her to the edge of the bed. She gasps—the sweetest little sound of delight, as I fall to my knees in front of her, eye level with the heaven between her legs.
I lean forward, kissing a trail up her leg. Her smell—sweet, tangy pussy—reaches me, and I remember the taste of her as I licked her juices from my fingers in my office. Whatever restrain I had left—if I had any at all—snaps like a cord pulled taut and then released.