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I use my feet as leverage, doing my best to grind over his length from below. He thrusts a few more times and shudders, bucking deeper as he kisses the hell out of me. My entire body lights up with a warm fuzzy feeling. His muscles seem to get tighter as he growls and falls on top of me. I don’t mind; my impulses really like the feeling of his weight pushing me into the sofa. It takes a while for us to both catch our breaths, and I love the way his sweaty skin is plastered to mine.
Ramsey stares down at me and captures my mouth in a quick kiss.
“Wow,” I whisper as he runs his hand over the top of my head.
“Yeah, shortcake. Wow,” he agrees. My body still zips with little jolts of electricity. “You’re trembling.” His hands run down my arms.
“I think my nerve-endings got overloaded.” My cheeks feel warm, but he breaks into such a wide smile that I can’t help but cheese back.
ChapterTwenty-Two
Ramsey
We’ve learned what sends the press into a feeding frenzy even more than rock stars. It’s rock stars settling down with someone who isn’t famous. Who the fuck knows why they’re so fascinated, but they’re up our dicks to the point the next few performances on the lineup are miserable.
After a few questionable shows, the label caves and sends us extra bodies, but there’s only so much they can do.
Every time we step out into public, it’s a feeding frenzy.
Tinley is a good sport, even when she learns the hard way that every single person she has ever known will now pretend to be her long-lost best friend. We make the rounds, calling all our families to warn them to be on high alert.
I wouldn’t say the video chats go badly, but I get the feeling Tinley’s dads only grudgingly accepted me and War because they trust Fitz.
Whatever, they better get on board with having us as in-laws. The countdown is on for our final show before the Christmas break. We all need it with how fanatical the press has become.
Our faces are plastered on everything from gossip websites to magazines, and even a few national news outlets. They’re all over War and how he’s getting his happy ending after the heroic attack that almost cost him his life.
I roll my eyes so hard they practically get stuck in my head. Not that I don’t think my brother is a hero. He’s always been a standup guy. It kills me how the press latches on to anything they can to run up their ratings. The fact Tinley fits the girl-next-door vibe to perfection has only made them even more ravenous for every shot and sound bite.
I check the clock on the wall, realizing I’ve got to get my ass in gear. No one is practicing if they don’t have the drummer. Warrick and Fitz headed over a while ago to try some shit with swapping out on lead. I shove myself out of the chair and go looking for my omega.
I’m pretty sure she’s in the back bedroom. I swagger down the hall, a little concerned that she fell asleep and I’ll have to wake her.
She always kicks us out when she’s working.
Fine, she may have politely asked me to stop interrupting her focus when I tried my luck by sliding a hand up her short, fluffy skirt for the third time. That was when she finally told me I had to go.
I laugh, pulling the handle.
I like that she doesn’t always give me what I want. I feel confident she’s like seventy percent locked down. Unless War or I do something extremely fucking dumb, I’m pretty sure she’s going to keep us.
Tinley is lying with her head facing the door, which she’s mentioned before she does because it’s easier to sleep when we’re moving. I was just in here a few hours ago, but she’s got all the pillows built up around her and the blanket tucked tight to her sides.
“It’s about that time.” I squat down, running a hand over her hair. “Are you feeling all right?”
“Yeah,” she huffs. “It’s just a lot.”
My gut drops, but I know what she’s saying. It’s been a bit much for me, and I’m used to the insanity of the industry.
“Stick it out for another…” I frown, trying to remember what day it is. “Ten or so days, for me?”
She gives me a smile, but it seems forced. “I’m not going anywhere. I still have a job to do. I have to document the rest of the shows and do Xavier’s and Carter’s interviews. I was kind of hoping I’d fly under the radar until this tour was over. Some of the press, and especially the paparazzi, are really pushy.”
“I’ll do everything I can in my power to keep you safe,” I assure her.
“I believe you.” She sits up, brushing her fingers over my cheek. “Let’s get this over with.”
I laugh, trying to run through ways to lighten the mood. I come up with exactly nothing. My eyes fall back to the bed as I help her up. She has been extra nesty lately. Hopefully, if her heat does decide to start, then it can hold out for the Christmas break.
