Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 59(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 59(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
“Sounds good. I’ll be ready to go.” Fingers crossed things work out that way.
By some miracle, I whizz through the rest of the exams and have time to enter my grades into the nifty little program that figures out semester grades for me before heading home to rush through getting ready.
We make it to our seats a few minutes before a loud boom echoes through the arena as lights dim. The crowd goes crazy and starts chanting “Sp*nked” over and over again.
A shiver runs through me as a blast of icy air hits me. Isn’t it just my luck that the one time I wear my less-than-warm dress, I end up standing under the air conditioning vent?
Raven leans over to yell-whisper next to my ear, “Here we go!” Good. With everyone up and moving, this icebox should warm up.
Loud drumbeats thunder a few seconds before Riley August’s voice echoes around the room, and I forget all about the temperature. Anticipation soars through me as I squint to see four figures moving across the darkened stage.
Riley August’s voice echoes around the large arena. “Houston, are you ready to play with us?” It sounds like a freaking tornado moving through the arena as the crowd goes wild.
“I’d like to play with him!” I yell to Raven and watch as Roman, her husband, smirks and rolls his eyes.
“You might get your chance,” my best friend returns.
“I wouldn’t hold my breath.” I roll my eyes and turn to watch as the lights suddenly blink on, revealing Sp*nked on stage. Wow. Riley August is even hotter in person. He’s shirtless but has on skintight leather pants and black boots. I have a weakness for smoking hot bad boys. Too bad, most of them are looking for a size two stick figure, not a woman with curves like me. I push the depressing thoughts to the back of my mind and let my eyes roam over his tall, well-muscled body. Oh, man. I’m pretty sure his muscles have muscles.
As he dances across the huge stage, a shiny sheen develops all over his body, and his thick, wind-blown blond hair turns darker. He throws his head back, belting out high notes that could shatter glass.
I drag my eyes away from the smoking-hot lead singer and check out the rest of the band members. Sean Malcom, the dark-haired, smoking-hot lead guitarist dances by, and I feel none of the lust that Riley causes deep in me. It’s hard to see Owen Ryder behind the drum set, but I know he’s tall and hot with black hair. The bass guitar player and rhythm guitarist are freaking identical twins, but Cooper and River Torres make sure no one would ever confuse them. Cooper wears his long dark hair pulled up in a ponytail while River has a short military-style haircut.
“They should be playing ‘Addicted 2 You’ soon.” Raven leans over and wiggles her eyebrows. “Did you wear spankies under that skirt, so you don’t flash the whole place when Riley pulls you up on stage?”
I let my eye roll answer for me.
Sweat drips down the side of my face as I kneel on the edge of the stage. Even with fans above us blowing full blast, I’m burning up. I blink my eyes, trying to clear my vision, and the first row of fans comes into focus. On autopilot, I belt out the words to “Addicted 2 You” as the crowd goes wild while I glance around the front row, searching for the fan I’m going to pull up on stage. This nightly routine is getting old. In fact, the whole touring thing isn’t what I thought it was cracked up to be.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sean Malcolm, our lead guitarist, signaling for me to get my ass moving. Fucking hell. I see Raven Sterling standing off to one side with her overprotective husband, and I barely resist the urge to drag her up on stage just to piss the asshole off. When my eyes stop on the stunning, curvy blonde standing next to the Sterlings, I feel my pulse skyrocket and almost swallow my goddamn tongue. My breath comes out in ragged puffs like I’ve run a goddamn mile as my cock turns to stone in the tight-ass leather pants I’m wearing.
She’s wearing a motherfucking shiny choker and a figure-hugging black leather dress that pushes her luscious tits up, exposing way too much skin for my comfort. The tight dress emphasizes her abundant curves and stops about an inch above indecent. My eyes wander down her long, silky legs to the sky-high black heels I want to feel digging into my back later.
I give my head a shake and drag my attention back to her gorgeous heart-shaped face. She’s too far away to make out the color of her eyes, but I’d bet my last dollar they’re blue. Everyone else in the arena disappears around us as I stare down at my future. The stage lights illuminate her icy blonde curls, causing a halo effect. I imagine running my tongue along the delicate white skin along the side of her graceful neck before I spank her ass red for daring to wear such a minuscule dress out in public.