Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Yeah, fuck that noise.
I stomp across the stage toward her, chuckling to myself when she casts another look over her shoulder and sees me coming. She squeaks the same way she did back in Los Angeles, her pretty eyes growing comically wide.
"Jareth, you remember my baby sister, Zoya," Nadia says as soon as she spots me. "She's hanging out with me while we're in town for the show."
"Cool," I say like I wasn't fully aware that Zoya goes to school in Knoxville weeks before our bus rolled into town. Like I haven't been counting down the days to this show. My gaze runs over Zoya again. She's still trying like hell to ignore me, looking everywhere but right at me. Her cheeks are bright pink. Christ, she's beautiful. "What's up, princess?"
"Princess?" Nadia mouths, her eyes wide.
Zoya whips her head in my direction so fast she damn near topples over. The stubborn tilt to her jaw only makes my dick harder.
"Don't call me that," she says.
"Would you prefer queen?" My gaze tangles with hers. "I did tell you that you deserved to be treated like one, didn't I? I mean, after I got you wet and everything." I bet her little prick of a boyfriend doesn't treat her like a queen. He probably doesn't even know what to do with a girl like her.
"Oh my," Nadia whispers, her wide-eyed gaze bouncing between us.
Zoya growls at me—the cutest sound I've ever heard—and then grabs my arm. "He means after he spilled his beer on me. We'll be right back," she says to her sister before trying to haul me away.
I let her do it. Why the fuck not? Seeing her all fired up is doing a number on my cock. Might as well go with it, especially if it means getting five minutes alone with her.
Lemmy barely manages to stifle his laughter as she marches me past him, bristling like a little kitten. The rest of the band just watches the show with wide eyes.
Zoya releases my arm as soon as we're backstage, spinning to face me. "Have you lost your mind?" she hisses. "You can't say things like that!"
"Why the fuck not?"
"Because…because I have a boyfriend!"
"Is that so?" I make a show of glancing around. "Odd how your sister doesn't even know anything about this boyfriend of yours, isn't it?"
Zoya narrows her eyes. "You asked Nadia about my boyfriend?"
"Mmhmm," I hum, crowding her up against a post. Maybe it's a dick move, but it's been months since we were in the same room together. I want my fucking hands on her.
Judging by the way she whimpers when I'm pressed up against her, she wants the same damn thing. For some reason, though, she's determined to pretend she doesn't.
I tip her head back with a finger beneath her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. "You look beautiful today, princess."
"Jareth," she whimpers. "Stop talking to my sister about me. And stop telling people that you got me wet."
"Tell you what. I'll lie about getting you wet in Los Angeles if you tell me why you lied about having a boyfriend." I'm not honestly sure if she is lying about the boyfriend or not, but I like the way she's glaring at me like she wants to set me on fire. And I really fucking like the way she's trembling against me like she's two seconds from climbing my body.
I dip my head, running my lips up the side of her throat. Christ, she tastes like cherries and sin. The pulse in her throat pounds like a jackhammer when I touch my tongue to it.
"I didn't ask you to lie. I asked you to tell the truth. I was only wet because you spilled beer on me. And I didn't lie to you." Her voice shakes. "I just…haven't told Nadia about him yet."
We both know the beer isn't the only reason she was wet that night, but I let her think that. For now.
"Why haven't you told her about him? Aren't you two close?"
"She was going through things."
"Her and Teo are good now," I remind her, flicking my tongue against her skin again just to get another taste. Her sister and Teo got together or back together shortly after I kissed Zoya at the nightclub. Hell, he's proposed to her already. They're getting married a few days before Christmas.
"So?" Zoya scowls at me. "It's my decision when to tell her about my boyfriend, not yours."
"If he even exists."
She huffs like I'm pissing her off and then plants her hands against my chest, pushing as hard as she can. She only manages to move me because I take a step back so she doesn't hurt herself. The sexy little minx hardly even reaches my chest. She's fucking tiny.
I watch in barely concealed amusement as she fishes around in her pocket before ripping her phone out of it like she intends to launch it at my head. Surprisingly, she doesn't. She stabs at the screen hard enough to break the glass and then turns it around to show me.