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CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Friday, June 18
Turns out,the red ink doesn’t even have time to dry. We are less than fifty miles from Morris and Georgia’s house the following morning when Connor stops the camper at a rest area. Without a word, he leads me to the back bedroom area and spends more than two hours licking, kissing and petting me so seductively that I climax three times before he finally lets himself go inside me.
Boneless and pleased beyond anything I’d ever felt in my life, I sleep for the next three hours until we stop at our next destination in Richmond, Virginia.
* * *
“I’m glad you got a good nap earlier,” Connor says, as I finish dressing in our hotel room in Richmond. “We’re going to be out pretty late. I’m used to the hours, but I know you’re not. You nearly turn into a pumpkin at the stroke of nine.”
I laugh at that, but he’s right. The few nights we’ve stayed out late, it’s been a struggle for me to keep my eyes open and I always have a horrible sleep hangover the next day.
Although he refuses to tell me what tonight’s surprise is, Connor insists I wear something sexy, yet casual. I try on the last of three outfits. This one earns me a lascivious look — my clue that I’ve finally achieved the right balance between a vixen and an angel. Turns out, that look is a pair of tight jeans, heeled ankle boots and a red silk tank. Connor has me wearing it backwards so the deep V is now in the front and shows more of my décolletage than I have ever dared to bare. I pull my hair up into a loosely braided twist and add some black leather earrings with this cool hippy fringe. I have to admit, I like the way I look.
I give myself a long once-over in the full-length bathroom mirror. I look the same. Same brown hair, same eyes, same thin figure. But I know that the girl staring back at me is not the same as the one who left on this trip with Connor. I’ve eaten at five-star restaurants, been on geocaching adventures, ridden wild roller coasters, danced, camped and lived more in the past week than I have in the last ten years of my life. And the reason is standing just outside our hotel room in the hall, waiting to whisk me out for another amazing night. The man I love. The man who has helped me to become a woman I love, too.
I take one look at him by the elevators and my mouth goes instantly dry. Connor is stunning. His long hair is tied back, which I love, and he has on a pair of dark jeans and a black T-shirt that clings to him like a second skin. I can count the six-pack he has under it. He forces me to take a selfie of how awesome we look and we head out of the hotel and into a waiting limo.
“A limo? This is a special surprise, then?” I quirk a brow. “You’re not going to give me even a tiny little hint?” I bat my eyelashes at him in mock pleading. The truth is, I don’t need to know where we’re going to already be certain it’s going to be an amazing evening. Because Connor is amazing.
“I really want it to be a surprise, but I guess you could say we’re going stargazing.”
“Stargazing?” My curiosity is piqued.
“Yep. This is actually Ox’s surprise for you. I just get to be the one who enjoys watching you love every minute of it.” Connor’s oversized paw cups my hand and holds it tight as we weave through the lights of downtown Richmond in our sleek, black limo.
It pulls in at the rear entrance of some sort of a large building. There’s no signage, but there seems to be an awful lot of activity, and a few police officers mill around on the sidewalk. What the heck is this?
An enormous black man with a clipboard and an earpiece asks for our names. He’s intimidating as hell, but Connor seems nonplussed.
“Connor Rose and Raven Flynn,” Connor says and takes my hand again, letting our fingers twine together. I have no idea what’s on the other side of the black metal door behind the giant with the clipboard, but whatever it is, Miss Adventure and my Inner Sex Goddess are one hundred percent on board.
“Oh, yep. Got you right here. Go right in. Straight back to the right. Ask for Sam. He’s expecting you.”
“Thanks.” Behind the door, we are enclosed in such darkness, it creates instant blindness. A faint blue light shines from somewhere in the distance, and turns out to be some sort of indicator light behind a thick black curtain hanging in front of a door. We walk around and are met face-to-face by a stunning blond with the biggest tits I’ve ever seen. No way those are real. Her hair color isn’t real either. Upon closer inspection, her lashes, her fingernails, not even her blue eyes or suntan are real. This woman is ninety percent plastic. She gives us a huge bright white smile — OK, plastic and veneers, apparently — and Connor asks for Sam.
“Oh, you must be Ox Carr’s friend. Follow me.” She gives Connor a look from head to foot that lasts just a little too long for my liking.
We follow her through a maze of narrow corridors to an area that looks like it’s the back of an elaborately built stage.
Out of the shadows comes a thin, dark-haired man who wears ripped dark jeans with a heavy silver chain looping over one hip. He’s not wearing a shirt and has a chest covered in swirls of tattoos on prominent display.
I audibly gasp. I would know this man anywhere. Inner Fangirl has just fallen into a swoon and is out cold. Holy. Shit.
“Hey, Connor. And it’s Raven, right?” He just said my name and I grip Connor’s hand so tightly he can’t let it go to shake the one outstretched toward him. He finally shakes my hand loose and gives the man a wide smile.
“Jesus, man, it’s been years. How’s your sister?” His voice rasps out. My mouth falls open at the sound of that all too familiar voice.
“She’s good. Good to see you too, Sam. Thanks for setting this all up for us. Tori sends her love,” Connor replies. It takes my brain an entire second and two heartbeats to realize Connor knows him. Connor knows Sam Slade!
“It’s my pleasure. Who’s your hottie?” Sam nods to me and smiles. Inner Fangirl is now surrounded by a full-on medical team shouting “clear” as they attempt to restart her heart. Sam Slade just called me a hottie!
“Raven Flynn, I want you to meet Sam Slade.”
Sam Slade. The name rings through my ears. I choke. I can’t speak. Sam is none other than the lead singer ofLimitless—only one of the best rock bands in the entire world! Lead singer, guitar player and one-time love of my life — OK, when I was seventeen, but still. Whether it’s a killer plastic surgeon or the ten pounds of makeup he looks like he’s wearing, he looks exactly the same as the poster on my old bedroom wall.
“Oh, my God! I can’t believe I’m meeting you,” I manage to croak out as Connor and Sam have a laugh at my Inner Fangirl, who is now about to pass out. I shake his hand and realize I’m holding it for an awkwardly long period of time.
