Free The Price of Love (Rockin' Country Book 2) by Laramie Briscoe Page B

doesn’t last long with groupies,” he warned, his voice deep and dark in her ear. “I only care about one thing and that’s getting off, but with you, I’ll make sure you get yours too.” He licked the edge of her ear, nipping at her earlobe.
    Hannah wasn’t sure she could handle this, the feelings that were coursing through her body. He owned her; it wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t intense like normal, this was more animalistic than anything she had ever felt before in her life. “Reaper,” she breathed out, the choppiness making it sound like it was ripped from her body.
    “What did you say?” he asked, his fingers digging into her hip, bringing her fully flush with his body.
    “Reaper,” she moaned again.
    It was as if her calling him Reaper in that moment caused something to break inside him. He hauled her up from the table and plastered her back against his chest, never stopping the rhythmic thrusting into her body. Without warning he felt his body tighten and knew that it was going to be over, he couldn’t stand having his wife like this. She trusted him, more than he ever thought she would, and it did things to him, things that he couldn’t control. “Sorry,” he apologized as he pumped inside her body, biting her neck when the feelings became too much.
    Her breath was heavy as she felt the warmth spill out of him and into her body. She needed more, and she needed it now.
    “I got you.” His hand trailed from her hip to where they were joined.
    “Feels good,” she told him, her bottom lip between her teeth. Her hand trailed down her body and pressed his harder into her.
    “Show me how you want it.”
    She pressed his hand harder into her, pumping her hips against the touch there, going after what she wanted. “Faster,” she breathed.
    He complied with her request, using his other hand to palm her chin and tip her neck back so that he had free reign. When his lips landed at the sensitive spot where her neck and shoulder joined, she lost it. Thrusting against him, she dug the nails of her other hand in his forearm where she had been holding on.
    “You okay?” he chuckled, minutes later when their breathing had almost returned to normal.
    “I think I’d like to be your groupie again sometime,” she giggled.
    “Anytime you want, baby. You’re the best groupie I ever had.”

Chapter Eleven
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    “I think you need to switch up that line right there,” Shell told Hannah as they sat at the soundstage, rehearsing for her upcoming tour that would start in a few days.
    “With the one before it?” Hannah asked. “It was an ad-lib to begin with, but I think you’re right, it sounds a little forced.” She reached down and made a note on the paper she had in front of her. “If y’all want to stop for lunch, I’m good with that.”
    Everyone agreed that they could use a short break, and Hannah took the opportunity to have a seat next to Shell.
    “You would never know that you have a CD coming out today. You don’t even look nervous.”
    “I am, oh trust me, I am. Did you not hear me getting up every hour last night?”
    “I thought so, but you know how I sleep, I figured it was just me having those weird dreams,” Shell laughed.
    “No, it was me. I called Garrett like five times last night, and each time, he answered, even though I could tell he was tired. So I stopped calling him.”
    Shell glanced at her friend and could see the dark circles under her eyes. It was obvious she’d had a hard night. “Been a long couple of weeks, hasn’t it?”
    Hannah nodded, tears in her eyes. “Spending that long stretch with him made this harder. I was afraid that it would, but I didn’t think it would be this much harder.”
    “I’m sorry about all the shit I’ve been putting you through,” Shell blurted out.
    Hannah shook her head. “What do you mean? I don’t understand.”
    “You know,” Shell sighed. “When you first met Garrett, I knew he was it for you, because I know you