Free Everything I Have (Everything I Want #3) by Natalie Barnes Page A

phone buzzes to the right of me and the blue screen of my phone temporally blinds me in the darkness of my room. With my other hand, I reach for my phone, squinting at the brightness of the light. A text from Tristan lights up my screen.
    I want to be inside you
    Holy shit. My core tightens and my thighs clench reading his words. Bringing my brush down slowly through my hair, I lean over to the side table and place it on top. Scooting down the bed, I throw my comforter over me as I get comfortable. Pressing my lips together, I study his text for a moment. Blowing out a shallow breath, I begin to type a text back. With shaky fingers, I press send.
    I’d give any part of me for you
    Yeah, it’s not really dirty or anything, but it’s what I’m feeling. I would give anything right now to feel his strong arms wrapped around me as he sinks into me. I can’t get enough of him. Everything about Tristan has me fucking crazy.
    I glide my free hand down my stomach, then up my thigh, teasing myself right now. I always love the tease, that warm, aching feeling that drives you completely, utterly insane with lust. One part just wanting it now, the other loving the long, slow burn of desire. As the tips of my fingers graze my clit, my phone lights up beside me again.
    Never again
    Huh? What does that mean?
    Pulling my hand out of my shorts, the elastic band snaps at my skin. Staring at the simple text. I was just getting ready to text back, asking what he meant, but he’s already sent another one.
    Never again, Sophia, will I spend another goddamn night away from you.
    My breath catches in my throat as my heart swells. I fucking love it that Tristan finally feels the same way for me as I do for him. But I guess he always has, hasn’t he? I mean, yeah, we kind of butted heads a couple years ago and went through some brutal shit together, but that just makes me trust him now even more. Some may call his behavior out of line or even stalkerish, but I fucking love it that he cherishes me. Like, really cherishes me. I can feel it. Biting my bottom lip, I text back.
    Never again. 
    At least, I hope…
     
     
     

Chapter Seven
     
    Sophia
     
    We’re playing at another festival tonight in Houston. Bigger than the kinds of festivals we used to play when we were starting out, but not quite the magnitude of where we’ll be playing at this summer over in Europe. I love festivals, though. There’s this electricity that charges through every cell of your body when the music starts and everyone around is part of you. Kind of trippy, but totally epic.
    Today, my makeup and hair are getting done on the bus. It’s a little muggy outside for Frankie and he wanted air conditioning. I just kicked out my boys so Frankie and I would have the open living space to get ready in. They had no problem with that though. It being a festival and them being keen on drinking, they were all for it.
    My stomach is a tad queasy this morning, or should I say, afternoon, since we all slept in ’til the bus was actually parking on the festival grounds, out in the back, of course, where security is prime.
    Jared was freaking out this morning when he heard about a few other bands playing today who he wanted to see. So I’m sure he set off to find them. I don’t know why, though. Once he comes face to face with any of them he’s going to be quiet. I mean, he still sometimes gets that way around Undead and this is our second time touring with them.
    Today is the first time in a while that I actually feel hung over. And that sure as shit didn’t happen last night. Fuck. I hope this isn’t the start of the beginning stages of being sick all the damn time. I don’t know how far along I am, but if I were to guess, I would say it has to be a decent amount of time since the fucking stick showed the positive results before the three minutes were even up. First my breasts, and now this…
    Peeking into the fridge, I pull out another water and decide to slip a couple