I smile so brightly that my cheeks hurt. “And I’m going to make love to my…” hesitantly, I ask, “… boyfriend?”
He exhales on a shuddering breath and nods, and with that, I lose myself kissing him forcefully as he grinds his rock-hard cock into me. I don’t even care that he hasn’t told me he loves me back. He let me call himmy boyfriend, and that’s one giant step in the right direction for me.
A direction toward me spending untilthe end of timewith my rock god, Colter Slade.
Chapter Sixteen
Colt was supposed to meet with Rob at seven-thirty this morning, but it’s well past that now, and he’s still here.With me.
We haven’t talked about the whole ‘I love you’thing since I said it, and I don’t want to push him. It’s a loaded subject for him, tangled up in pain and hesitation. And after everything he told me about Macy, I understand why.
He’ll say it when he’s ready.
I have to be patient.
Even if the waiting twists something deep inside me.
“Hey, baby, can you please bring me my phone when you come back in here?” Colt calls out from the bathroom.
I grab his phone off the nightstand and take it into the bathroom. “Here you go,” I say while handing it to him, and he presses the power button to turn it on. I hadn’t even realized he’d turned it off.
He smiles and brushes his teeth.
Stepping behind him, I wrap my arms around his waist, and he places his free hand on mine, firmly holding it in place.
As soon as the phone finishes powering on, it buzzes, showing four missed calls and two voicemails. Colt exhales and shakes his head. Leaning down, he presses the speaker button so the first message comes through.
Hey, Colt, Rob here. It’s eight, and we were meant to meet in the penthouse at half seven. The guys are waiting for you. So, when you’re ready to grace us with your presence, feel free to join us.
I bite my bottom lip, knowing he didn’t go so he could spend more time with me, which makes me feel super guilty.
“Hey, if you need to go, that’s cool. I’ve had you to myself for hours,” I say.
He smiles, turning and wrapping me in his arms. “No. You can have me to yourself for a little while longer. I am not needed until we head to theRolling Stonemagazine interview.”
The following voicemail plays, and this time it’s Dingo.
Hey Sladenator, they moved the interview to nine. So you’d better get your arse over here in time, or they’re pulling the interview. Hurry the fuck up, man.
Colt looks over at the time.
“Fuck,” he exclaims, rushing into the bedroom.
“I’m sorry,” I say, feeling silly for keeping him here when he’s supposed to be working. It’s five minutes to nine. Hopefully, he’ll get there in time.
“Baby, don’t be sorry. Just get dressed. You’re coming with me,” he says.
Well, okay then.
I grab the first thing I find and dress as quickly as possible. Then we make our way next door to the penthouse suite. Using the keycard, I push it open to a lean blonde wearing only sexy see-through lingerie.Must be the model for the shoot. Looking up at Colt, I watch as his eyes glance anywhere but at the woman in front of him.
“Guys, he’s here,” she calls out in her all-American accent.
The penthouse is set up for a photo shoot. There are screens everywhere, lighting, cameras, and all sorts of equipment I’ve never seen before.
Colt takes my hand, and we walk into the living room, where some makeup and hairstylists are working on Dingo and Johnny. Hux is standing in front of a screen, being photographed with a snake around his neck, while two scantily clad women kneel at his feet, grasping his ankles. He certainlyappears to be in his element, and for some reason, it forces me to grip Colt’s hand tighter.
“Mr. Slade, so nice of you to join us.” The sarcasm in her words is dripping with irony. “If you could come with me, we can get you into hair and makeup.” The bitch drags Colt away from me, and as our hands part, he looks back at me, furrowing his brow. I mouth,It’s okay,to him, and he nods in acknowledgment. Then I make my way over to Anna and Sia, who are sitting in the corner out of the way.
