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)
“We’re headed out to the hotel. Are you ready?” Jag’s voice carries into the room.
“Yeah, I’m on my way. Don’t worry about me. Saga and I are going to grab something to eat first,” Bishop replies.
“You don’t want to grab something with the guys?”
“No, I feel the next song coming. I think we should hang alone for a bit,” Bishop says, not hiding the irritation in his voice.
“Yeah, all right. The label called, by the way. They’re loving the new stuff. You’re booked to lay it all down when we reach home,” Jag says.
“I figured. See you later, man,” Bishop says and closes the door.
I snort to myself. Jag’s an asshole. I make a note to steer clear of him for the rest of the tour.
“Babe, you ready? I want to get something to eat and hit the sack,” Bishop says as he pulls on a shirt.
I stand and nod my head. He holds out his hand for mine. I should ignore it and just walk out the door, but against my better judgment, I take it.
The moment I do, my belly drops and warmth races up my arm. His eyes search mine before he gives me a cute smile. It’s not one of his cocky smiles. It’s entirely different.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing, gorgeous. Just thinking,” he says, squeezing my hand in his.
Bishop
“I’m so fucking full,” I say, pulling Saga into my arms as we stand in the elevator.
I bury my face in her neck and groan. I’m a big guy. I usually eat a lot. I was starving after the concert, but I may have overdone it on the surf and turf.
If I’m honest, it was all of the water I drank. Every time I looked across the table with something to say, my mouth would go dry, and then I’d gulp some water down. This is what this woman has reduced me to.
“I’ve seen you eat way more,” she giggles. “You’re like a bottomless pit.”
“You’re really going to talk about me like that?” I breathe and tickle her side.
“Bishop, no,” she gasps and tries to wiggle out of my hold.
“I love your laugh,” I say as she turns to face me and tips her head back to look up at me.
Being with Saga is so fucking easy. I crave her presence even when she’s near. Holding her, even if only for a moment is like a soothing balm to my soul. Something I’ve been telling myself for the last four years I don’t need.
Two years of fucking to numb the pain, two years of celibacy. None of it has worked the way having Saga with me has. I want to hold on to this feeling for as long as I can.
“So, my room is next door to yours?” she asks, ignoring my compliment.
“Technically, yes,” I say and wince.
She narrows her eyes. “What does that mean?”
“We’re in a suite together,” I say and hold up my hands. “It’s a two-bedroom suite. You have your bed; I have mine.”
“And we’re here for two more nights?” she says cautiously.
“Yeah, two more concerts. Babe, I just want you close. Your vibe drives me,” I say.
The elevator dings on our floor. Instead of saying anything else, she turns and steps off. I watch her hips sway as she moves forward. She pauses and looks back over her shoulder.
I give her a wolfish grin before following after her. She shakes her head and turns back to head to our room. What I would give to spend the night making her my dessert.
I frown when I think of her body language earlier while Jag talked to her backstage. I’ll be having a talk with him. I don’t need him prying into my life.
“Have a good night,” she calls over her shoulder as she heads to the bedroom with her bag sitting outside of it.
“Good night, gorgeous. Dream of me,” I call after her.
“In your dreams,” she scoffs.
And just like that, I have my next song. My full stomach is forgotten. I rush to grab Lucie and close my bedroom door. For the rest of the night, I get lost in a new tune to send to the boys by morning.
CHAPTER 11
Sweet Dreams
Bishop
My eyes are closed as I croon this one out. It’s personal. I’m letting go of my past.
In my dreams—you and I are just right for each other
You were made for me and I was made for you
In my dreams—you lie on my pillow and whisper that you love me
I used to think the world was over and I was lost in it
I’d been broken and tossed away before you
Now I’m open… open to love, open to find my way home
Tell me I’m not alone. Tell me you’re feeling this too
I can’t bear to be hurt again
Not like back then
I’m trusting you with all that I am