Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 129207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Liquid fire pulses through my veins when he reaches around me and grabs my ass, hauling me into his strong, tattooed arms. My chest crashes against his as the three pendants hanging low around his neck squish between us.
“So, you’re not waiting on a hypothetical, huh?” I question, my words muffled between our lips.
I have so many questions about this. Like when did he write it? What was happening when he wrote it? Were we on good terms at that point, or were we still screaming at each other in restaurant bathrooms? Was he sitting on the floor, gently strumming his guitar while I slept? And more importantly, when the hell did he and the whole fucking band find time to record it, let alone polish it off for a surprise release at midnight?
The whole night has been a whirlwind.
It’s barely been an hour since the end of the show, and the news of our engagement has already made its way across the globe. I suppose that happens when there are fifty thousand people watching and recording on their smartphones.
“Not Waitin’ on a Hypothetical” is also making a splash. Though all their songs always have, but being the first release since Axel’s death and having everyone use the sound when they post about our engagement, it’s already soaring, and I couldn’t be prouder.
The guys are killing it, but so are we.
After the show, Lenny insisted that we have a whole team celebration and party the night away, and while Ezra and I were more than on board to celebrate, we could barely make it two seconds before rushing back to the hotel to spend the night wrapped in each other’s arms. But I’ve gotta give it to them, tonight has been an incredible night, and it’s definitely worth celebrating. We wrapped the tour, got engaged mid-show, announced the surprise midnight release of a new single, and gave at least fifty thousand people an early performance of the song.
Tonight hasn’t just been incredible, it’s been fucking wild. Though something tells me the wild nature of the night is only just beginning.
“Mmmm, you liked that little surprise, did you?” Ezra murmurs against my lips as he strides toward the bed, my legs locked around his waist.
“That was more than just a surprise,” I say. “You bamboozled me.”
“Bamboozled?”
“Uh-huh,” I laugh.
His lips pull into a wicked grin against mine. “I’ve not even begun to bamboozle you yet, Rae,” he tells me, grabbing my hips and throwing me down on the bed. I crash against the mattress, looking up at him as he grabs my thighs and drags me to the edge of the bed, a thrill racing through my veins.
His jeans are still on but unbuttoned, and I see just how much his cock is straining to be released, but he ignores it as his fingers brush down my waist, sending a wave of goosebumps soaring across my skin. “You’re mine, Rae,” he murmurs as his fingers lower to my jeans.
The excitement is too much, and I can’t figure out how to form a sentence as he pops the button of my jeans and slowly drags the denim down my thighs, taking my thong along with it. When the material hits the ground, he drags his gaze over my body before stopping at the apex of my thighs and rolling his tongue over his bottom lip, a deep hunger flashing in his eyes.
“Open for me, Rae,” he rumbles through the darkened hotel room. “Let me see how ready you are.”
My heart races as I bite down on my bottom lip, propping myself on my elbows as I slowly begin to spread my thighs, feeling like a fucking goddess with the kind of power that could bring a man to his knees.
“Mmmm,” he groans, dropping his fingers to my knee and slowly trailing them higher and higher until there’s nowhere further for them to go. I gasp as they brush against my clit, my hips jolting with wild anticipation. “You like that, baby?”
I nod, swallowing hard as I watch his every movement.
He touches me again, this time a little harder, and when a deep groan rumbles through my chest, his lips kick up into a seductive grin. “Oh yes, you do like that.” His fingers remain at my core, and when they lower and brush over my opening, my walls clench with desperation. “Look how hungry you are for me.”
I tilt my head back, needing to glance away for just a moment to regain just a fraction of control, but when he pushes two thick fingers inside of me, every shred of that control vanishes into thin air. “Oh fuck,” I groan as he takes it slowly, rotating his fingers deep inside of me and massaging my walls from within.
It’s like a fucking waterfall. I’ve never been so ready.