Kissing the Bad Boy_NYE Kisses Collaboration by Winter Travers

Author:Winter Travers [Travers, Winter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-01-02T18:30:00+00:00

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Chapter Eleven

Harrison

Off the charts kiss

“Just one more.”

Her lips lightly brushed against mine and my hand splayed across the top of her ass. “You’re really demanding in the morning,” she mumbled.

“Just wanted one more before I left.”

“You act like you’re going off to war,” she giggled.

“Just the studio which can feel like a battlefield some days.”

After the off the charts kiss in the living room, Ruby and I had fallen asleep on the couch and again I woke up to her in my arms.

Except this time she didn’t sneak away when she woke up. This time I got a sweet morning kiss that rivaled our previous kiss. Though it seemed that each kiss she gave me was better than the last.

“What do you want for dinner tonight?” she asked.

“Doesn’t matter to me. Life on the road has taught me to eat whatever is put in front of me.”

She laid her hand on my chest and tipped her head back to look up at me. “And here I thought life on the road was all sex, drugs, and rock & roll.”

“Told ya, Vixen. I’m only into two of those things.” Drugs were something I thankfully never got into. I had seen too many friends and musicians lose it all for their next high. The Wild Preacher’s Club were about making it to the top and staying there.

“So I should just say sex and rock & roll then?”

I brushed a piece of hair back from her cheek. “Yeah, but you might need to help me with one of those?”

“Did you just slyly proposition me?” she laughed.

“Hey, I thought that was damn smooth.”

“Fruit bowl, Harrison. Fruit bowl.”

“I feel like you doubt my prowess as a songwriter.”

She patted her hand on my chest. “Just keep writing songs like you played me last night, or you might end up living on Jonas’s couch forever.”

“Have a little faith, Vixen.” My written word was a little better than my spoken word. At least that was what I thought.

“Same time tonight?” she asked.

“Might be a little bit earlier.” I pulled out my phone. “Give me your number. I can keep you updated throughout the day.”

She fanned her face with her hand. “Harrison Peck just asked me for my phone number.”

“You’re such a smartass, Vixen.” I shook my head and entered her number as she rattled it off.

“Just be warned, I do plan on Googling you today.”

“You do that with all of the guys you kiss?” I shoved my phone back in my pocket and pulled her close.

“Only the rock stars.”

Such a smartass, but I knew she wouldn’t have any problem keeping me grounded. “So you’re saying I’m not your first rocker?”

“Rock star,” she corrected. “And you are lucky number one.”

“Don’t add the star to it just yet, Vixen. This album is going to make or break the Wild Preacher’s Club.”

“If the rest of your songs are like the one you played for me last night, then I know you’re gonna be a rock star.”

“You flatter me, Vixen. But that song was shit.

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