Chapters (123)
- PLAYLIST
- CONTENT NOTE
- Dedication
- 1
- REMI
- 2
- FOSTER
- 3
- REMI
- 4
- REMI
- Before…
- 5
- REMI
- Now…
- 6
- FOSTER
- 7
- FOSTER
- Before…
- 8
- REMI
- Now…
- 9
- FOSTER
- 10
- REMI
- Before…
- 11
- FOSTER
- 12
- REMI
- Now…
- 13
- FOSTER
- 14
- FOSTER
- Before…
- 15
- REMI
- 16
- REMI
- 17
- REMI
- Now…
- 18
- FOSTER
- 19
- FOSTER
- Before…
- 20
- REMI
- 21
- FOSTER
- 22
- REMI
- Now…
- 23
- REMI
- Before…
- 24
- FOSTER
- Now…
- 25
- FOSTER
- Before…
- 26
- REMI
- Now…
- 27
- FOSTER
- Before…
- 28
- FOSTER
- Now…
- 29
- REMI
- Before…
- 30
- REMI
- Now…
- 31
- FOSTER
- 32
- REMI
- 33
- FOSTER
- 34
- REMI
- 35
- FOSTER
- 36
- REMI
- 37
- FOSTER
- 38
- FOSTER
- Before…
- 39
- FOSTER
- Now…
- 40
- REMI
- 41
- FOSTER
- 42
- REMI
- 43
- FOSTER
- 44
- REMI
- 45
- FOSTER
- 46
- REMI
- 47
- FOSTER
- EPILOGUE
- FOSTER
- Later…
- ALSO BY C.G. BLAINE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
“Don’t what?” he counters. “Don’t mention the top you definitely can’t fit in? Or the jeans that are all wrong for your body type?”
“Yeah. Both.”
“Right, right.” He tips his head toward the bedroom. “So you really prefer I not call out the odd quirk you’ve developed for shutting your suite’s bedroom door when you’re not in there, huh?”
I sigh, raking a hand through the back of my hair.
There’s no point in denying. He already knows Remi and I hooked up before Wannabe joined the fray. Hell, I admitted to it happening more than once while under a disco ball. Add in my sudden be nice to Remi speech from the other day, and he wouldn’t believe me if I tried.
“Are you fucking done?” I ask. He shrugs like an asshole, and I shake my head, returning to the bedroom. “I’m alive. You’ve verified. Let yourself out.”
Then he says, “Fishing.”
And I stop. Crush my eyes closed. “Fuck.”
Anything else I’d blow off for the sexy redhead in my bed. Anyone else.
I check the time on my phone and grab the handle. “Give me ten minutes. Without you in my suite,” I add.
He chuckles as I slip through the door.
Enough light leaks in around the heavy shades that I can track back to the bed. I crawl in and kiss Remi’s bare shoulder, then her neck, then I ease her onto her back. She grabs my bicep as my lips sink lower, and she makes the sweetest sound. So sweet I need to quit now or I won’t.
As if pulling back has ever been my strong point in regard to her.
While cupping her breast, I brush my thumb over her pointed nipple, teasing the other with my tongue. She pushes against my palm and mouth. Adding a scrape of my teeth has her wrapping her legs around my waist.
“Shit.” I ease away, avoiding a temptation I’ll never pass up. “If your pussy comes anywhere near my cock, I’ll have you face down, ass up.”
I drop onto my side next to her, propping on my arm.
“Hmm, and how is that a bad thing?” she asks.
My hand follows the curves of her body. “Colt’s waiting on me to go meet Chase for fishing. We haven’t seen him since this leg of the tour started, so we planned some things while we’re here.”
Not even working on the new album trumps time with Chase. He took the week off from his cushy job as a product manager at a tech company in downtown Austin for the same reason.
By now, my vision has adjusted so I can distinguish Remi’s features, minus details. But I know them anyway.