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“Fucking hell, you say all the right things.”
“I don’t know about that. I’m just speaking my truth. It’s like my songwriting; I don’t hold anything back. Not from you.”
I slid out of bed and walked around to stand in front of him.
When I offered my hand, he took it, slowly getting to his feet. I noticed the wince on his face.
“Are you sure I wasn’t too rough?” I asked.
“It was everything I wanted,” he replied and kissed me.
I pulled back and smiled at him.
Then I bent down, swooped him up in my arms, bridal style, and carried him into the bathroom.
I thought for sure he’d protest. Instead, he surprised me, placed his arms around my neck, and held on tight.
Sharp, sarcastic Brodie had a tender side. One that needed protection, and caring, and, yes, love.
And I was the lucky SOB who was gonna do just that.
CHAPTER27
BRODIE
After a long soak in the whirlpool tub, we headed back to bed and passed out cold.
Between the concert, the afterparty, and then that spectacular round of sex, our bodies finally succumbed to sleep.
I woke up early.
I thought maybe I was still dreaming, but then I shifted, and the throbbing ache in my ass was all too real.
After a quick trip to the bathroom, I snuck back into bed before Van woke up.
I drifted off again and opened my eyes an hour later with Van wrapped tight around me.
I turned over and woke him up with soft kisses.
We made out for ages and enjoyed mutual morning orgasms.
Trust me, frotting, not coffee, was the best way to start your day.
Van ordered room service—gorgeous eggs benny with crab and spicy béarnaise and a basket of beignets—and we ate our breakfast in bed while watching a movie.
It wasn’t that different from how it was when we were on the road. We often shared meals together, including early morning meetings in hotel rooms.
Except, now we were naked.
I was going to insist on a clothing-prohibited rule from here on out.
And, of course, all during breakfast, our phones kept buzzing.
We ignored them. For a while.
Once we were done eating and the phone calls started to come in, Van finally relented and checked his phone.
“Surprise, surprise. Missed calls from Greg, our PR rep back home, and numbers I don’t recognize. Most likely, the media,” he muttered, tapping on his phone.
