Get Hitched (Hard Rock Roots Book 9) by C.M. Stunich

Author:C.M. Stunich [Stunich, C.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Publisher: Sarian Royal
Published: 2017-04-23T18:30:00+00:00

After we eat, Naomi and I slip out of the crowded restaurant before a mob descends on us. We already had to put up with a few stray fans stopping to ask for autographs and pictures, but once we get to the dark hazy bar next door, it feels like a cloak of anonymity is slipping over our shoulders.

Low grungy rock plays in the background as I open up a tab and start us off with beers, carrying the bottles over to a square table covered in old band flyers. They're stuck to the surface like someone's either glued them there or they've just adhered to the sticky table over time, stale beer and gum and sweat causing the pages to cling like they've been pasted there.

“I want to know about my ring,” Naomi says as she finishes off her first beer and scoots her chair closer to me, draping her legs over my lap and staring into my face in that way of hers. God, when she looks at me like that, I can't seem to resist giving her whatever she wants.

I fucking try though, I do.

I want this shit to be a surprise.

“Have a few drinks and you'll find out,” I promise, but god, after I get us another couple rounds, her mouth is all over my ear, sucking at the black plugs in my lobes and I cannot even fucking think clearly. The alcohol in my system is just buzzy enough that my head feels light and my tongue loose, but it's not enough to obscure or cloud the moment. I won't let it, not this time, not on this night.

“Come with me and maybe I can convince you to spill the beans,” she says, dragging me from my chair and over to the bathroom.

“What's with you and me and bathrooms?” I growl as she shoves the door open and pulls me inside, locking the deadbolt behind us. I know what we're in here for, but I'm not about to tell her that no matter what she does to me right now, I'm not spilling our secret.

I check my phone real quick and see that we have just enough time for a nasty little quickie before our appointment at the tattoo shop.

It's just a few doors down from here. The owner and I have been texting since I came up with this idea at the antique jewelry place. She drew up some designs and I tweaked 'em until they were just right. I only hope Naomi agrees to this whole thing or I'm going to look like a serious fucking tool.

She goes for my jeans, but I stop her, pushing her body back to the tiny square of counter and sink, lifting her up onto the edge. This night is for her, not me. Although maybe I am a little crazy for turning down a blow job.

Those orange-brown eyes watch me carefully as I unbutton her pants, leaning in to kiss her, this hot heaviness settling between us as I sliiiiide the zipper down and then peel the leather over her ass.

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