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)
Needing my clothes, I step into the bedroom but find it empty. He must’ve gotten dressed and gone back out with the other guys. I search for my clothes, which I know were scattered all over the floor, but I can’t find a single article. What the hell? Since I can’t leave naked, I pull open a drawer that I know is Braxton’s and find a pair of boxer briefs and a T-shirt to throw on.
I stand in front of the closed door for several seconds, trying to get up the courage to do my mini walk of shame. The guys are going to know what we did, especially since I’m sure Braxton walked out there before me with wet hair.
Once I’ve formulated my plan—run through the bus as fast as possible without making eye contact and go straight to the other bus—look, I didn’t say it was a good plan, just a plan—I grab the doorknob, ready to bolt, when the door pushes open, making me stumble back.
“What are you doing standing in front of the door?” Braxton asks, eyeing me up and down. He’s in a pair of basketball shorts sans shirt, and I wonder, not for the first time, what all the tattoos mean. He explained a couple to his bitch of a date, but he has several she couldn’t see under his shirt that are all exposed right now.
“Crazy,” he says, using my nickname to get my attention, “what are you doing?”
“I was getting ready to leave. I, umm, couldn’t find my clothes, so I borrowed these.” I run my fingers over his Rolling Stones shirt. “I’ll give it back.”
“You can’t go anywhere,” Braxton says with a smirk. “The buses already left. We have an eleven-hour drive.”
“Oh, shit,” I breathe. “I can...” I glance around, unsure what exactly I can do.
“You can get your ass back in the bed and take those clothes off,” he finishes for me, shocking the hell out of me. “I threw your clothes in the hamper to be washed.”
I do as he says—climbing onto the bed but keeping my clothes on—while he follows, slamming the door behind him and then stopping on the side of the bed.
“Grabbed us some sustenance.” He holds up a couple of drinks in one hand and what looks like a Tupperware bowl of food in the other. “Figured we should hydrate and replenish some of those calories before I take you again.”
He drops the items he’s holding onto the nightstand and climbs onto the bed. “Shirt off,” he demands, lying next to me and tugging on the hem of his shirt to help me pull it over my head.
“I don’t have my bra,” I screech as the shirt comes off, exposing my breasts.
“That’s the point.” Braxton dips his head and latches onto my nipple, biting and then licking the pain he just caused away.
I moan, and he backs up, chuckling. “Food and drink first.”
“Or...” I push him onto his back and scoot down, turned on all over again and intent on using every minute we have to my advantage. “I can just eat and drink you.” I tug his shorts down, and his pierced dick pops out, semi-hard.
I wrap my fingers around his shaft and lick the tip, making Braxton groan. “Yes,” I murmur. “This seems like plenty of sustenance to me.” And then I proceed to suck him down like the best tasting lollipop.
“Let’s go!” Camden shouts through the door. “We’re here!”
I roll over, completely spent, refusing to open my eyes. How the hell did eleven hours fly by that quickly?
And then I remember how they were spent.
Braxton in me. On me. All over me.
I stretch my limbs and wince at the slight pain between my legs. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex and to the extent we had last night. I’m pretty sure we fucked in every position and on every surface in the bedroom and bathroom.
And when we weren’t fucking, we were touching and talking. Our topics were scattered—going from what his tattoos mean to what rides I’m excited for when we get to the theme parks to the songs he’s been writing—but neither of us seemed to care. We never broached the subject of us, and I didn’t push. Instead, I just enjoyed the night for what it was.
“Brax, Kaylee, we gotta go!” Camden yells, annoyance laced in his words. “We have a radio interview.”
His words have me sitting up since I’m in charge of that part of the tour. The blanket covering me slides down, and I quickly remember I’m still naked—and have no clothes on this bus.
“Brax...” I shake him gently since he’s still passed out next to me, equally naked.
“Guys!” Camden says again.
“We’re coming!” I yell back. “Just, uh... give us a few minutes.”
There’s grumbling on the other side of the door and then footsteps leading away.