They’d been home from Nashville for two days and Jonny was still dragging ass. The weekend had been a nonstop, exhausting whirlwind and a security nightmare. Fans and paparazzi had swarmed Evie every time they’d left the hotel suite. It was Jonny’s opinion Evie was too gracious, any time a fan asked for a picture or autograph she stopped and obliged. Too much hugging, too much talking, way too much touching. Jonny had been on edge from the moment the plane touched down in Nashville until they’d boarded the jet to come home. But he had to admit that wasn’t the only reason he was still recuperating.
“I haven’t pulled an all-nighter since college. And even then my ass wasn’t in a diner booth watching the sunrise. I was in a bed passed out before the sun came up.”
“I’m surprised Evie managed, being pregnant and all. But it’s tradition. After a concert if we didn’t have to get back on the bus to leave right away we’d hit the after-parties, Evie would do her thing, but we always ended the night just her and me in a booth. We’ve had after-action breakfasts in some pretty seedy diners across the country. Y’all got lucky we were in Nashville and not someplace in New York—those can get sketchy.”
“After-action, huh? Tell me, baby, did you see a lot of action on the road?”
“Passed out in a bed? You tell me, Jonny, did you see a lot of beds in college?” she returned.
“Touché.” Jonny laughed. “Though for the record, most of the time the bed was mine and I was alone in it.”
“Right. Then let it go on the record that I was not having sexy fun time action on the road.”
As much as Jonny was enjoying the carefree banter, he was pulling up the lane that led to the studio and he didn’t have much time.
“You won’t leave the studio, right?”
“I won’t leave the studio,” she confirmed. “I have a ton of work to catch up on and I need to go to my place and I don’t know, maybe clean up a bit.”
Right. Now that Bobby had brought up her place it was time to have the conversation. Though sitting outside the studio in his truck wasn’t where Jonny had wanted to ask her to move in with him. He thought he’d ask her over a nice dinner, candlelight, make it romantic. But then this was him and Bobby and neither of them were the romantic types.
Jonny stopped, put his truck in park, and launched right in.
“I want you to move in with me.”
“You don’t say?”
The sexy smirk that accompanied Bobby’s sexy-as-fuck drawl had Jonny’s cock twitching.
“Oh, I say. What about you, baby, you wanna move in?”
“Hm.” Bobby pursed her lips and tapped her chin as if she had to think about his offer even though they both knew she did not. “I don’t know, it’s tempting. I mean, my mornings are so much brighter when I’m woken up with your mouth between my legs.”
Yeah, his mornings were so much brighter, too, when he woke up having a taste for his woman and all he had to do was roll her off of him and he could get down to business.
And…now his cock wasn’t twitching—it was rock-hard and ready. Jonny couldn’t get enough of her. Morning and night, then after a few hours of sleep, morning again and so the cycle continued. What could he say? His woman was hot, and waking up next to her naked body pressed against his inspired all sorts of dirty deeds.
Jonny hooked Bobby around the back of the neck and pulled her closer.
“Move in with me.”
“You sure? This is a big step.”
“Positive.”
He left out the part about her already, mostly, living with him. She hadn’t spent a single night in her own bed in over a month. And he never wanted her to again.
“So, what, are we just going to shack up? Live in sin?”
Bobby was smiling, her tone was teasing, but under the nonchalance, there was a real question.
One Jonny had an answer to.
“Baby, if I didn’t think it was environmentally imperative for me to drag my ass to the office to comb through mounds of paperwork seeing as McKenna used a ream of paper printing it out and God knows how many trees died for the cause, I’d tell her to email me the files and we’d be on a plane someplace tropical so I could marry you today.”
“Environmentally imperative?”
“Indeed.”