Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 100441 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100441 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Tingles shoot down my spine. My toes curl and go kind of numb. Precum leaks onto the bed beneath me, my cock hard and untouched, and I struggle to catch my breath.
Lyric trembles, and I feel it in his thighs when they meet mine over and over again.
“This is …” He lets out a loud breath, and the hand on my hip tightens.
I want to say it’s amazing, but my voice is still gone.
Probably a good thing because all I keep thinking is how gone I am for him.
I’m in love with him. There’s no doubt about that.
“Fuck, Ryder.” He shudders inside me and holds his breath while he slows his thrusts.
Just when I think he’s going to pull out of me, his arms come around me, embracing my chest as he pulls me up onto my knees with my back against his front.
His cock is still inside me, still slowly jerking as he continues to come. I suddenly wish there was no condom between us and make a mental note to have that conversation with him sometime soon.
Lyric nuzzles my neck, and I lean back against his chest and rest my head on his shoulder.
His hand snakes around me and goes to my cock. The head is slick, and he strokes me languidly.
From the rough way he took me to the care he’s giving me now, my head swims.
Lyric’s lips trace my shoulder, and his hand grips me tighter. He jerks me off until my hips take over, and I fuck into his hand as he holds me close.
He peppers soft kisses over my skin.
And when I come all over his hand, he uses his free one to turn my head and kiss me deep.
By the time we’ve both recovered, our muscles are liquid.
Lyric releases me, and I don’t even care that I turn and collapse onto my back in a pool of my own cum.
He stares down at me warmly and leaves briefly to clean himself up, but then he’s right there next to me again, holding me.
“Hi,” I say.
Lyric laughs at me. “Hey. Probably should’ve started with that.”
“I thought you were gonna start with yelling.”
He kisses my nose. “No yelling.”
“Didn’t Harley—”
“Oh, he did. And he brought Cameron Verikas with him.”
“Cameron. And you’re not yelling at me why? I didn’t mean to tell Harley where you were. I mean, well I did, but I knew it was wrong the second I did it, and I’m sorry, and I’m not butting in, I swear. I—”
“They, uh”—a shy smile crosses his face—“both offered me a contract.”
I grin. “Fuck, baby. That’s amazing. You should’ve led with that.”
“I … I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
“What are the terms?”
“They have to send me their contracts and exactly what they’re offering, but basically, Cameron is promising to make me huge, and Harley is offering me creative freedom.”
I wince. “That’s a hard choice.”
“It is.”
“Though, creative freedom is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
“Cameron says he’ll go to bat for me as an out artist.”
“Depending on what label he’ll want you to sign with, you’ll have to deal with them having input on your sound.”
“Harley said even he and I will get into arguments over that.”
“Though with Harley, you get me as a producer.”
He doesn’t smile at that like I thought he would. In fact, there’s a hesitance behind his eyes I’ve seen before. That unsure emotion he gets around performing is now directed at me.
But then he finally breaks. “I don’t know how much work we’d get done.”
“Hey, we got your demo done … eventually.”
“I don’t think Harley would be happy if we do half the shit we did while on his dime.”
“Whatever gets the songs cranked out.”
“Now I feel like a whore. Or, wait, are you the whore in this situation?”
“Why do either of us have to be whores?”
Lyric shrugs. “Either way, sounds like a fun role-playing thing we could do.”
I laugh.
“I’m going to have Chord look over the contracts and get his opinion. Then I’ll make my decision.”
“Smart.” But I already know what Chord is going to say. From a business standpoint, he’ll choose Cameron. “Are you leaning more toward one or the other?”
“You know I was never in this for the money, and I only want fame if it’s as myself, so Harley’s offer makes sense. But on the other hand, I don’t want to be the moron who turned down Cameron Verikas.”
“It’s true. No one turns down Cameron Verikas, and he is a great manager.”
“Less risky. Harley’s new label might fail.”
“That’s true too.” Damn it.
I don’t want to throw my opinion out there because I know it’ll be biased. He has to do what’s best for him, and signing with Harley is too much of a risk. If Cameron wasn’t interested, it’d be a no-brainer, but getting Cameron Verikas’s attention is like finding a unicorn in this industry.