Free Owned (Rockstar Romance) (Lost in Oblivion Book 5) by Cari Quinn, Taryn Elliott Page B

not feed him as he’s a grown male and perfectly capable of getting his own nourishment without me providing it to him.”
    Though she had taken to slipping extra vitamins and protein into the morning shakes she got him to drink every now and then. The vegetables she added to their nightly meals were for her as much as him.
    Bah, so she did make sure he was fed. She was acting motherly already. She’d have to stop that. He probably wouldn’t need to eat for a long while if he’d scarfed down two whole pies. Her mother’s baking was incredible, but wow. How could he still fit in his jeans?
    Anyway, she had other things to consider right now. Like his wandering around outside gloveless. Which was not mothering him. He was a California boy and still wasn’t used to these conditions. As his manager, protecting his hands meant safeguarding her investment.
    And her orgasms.
    “I’m going to run up and grab his gloves,” she told her parents. “Be right back.”
    She jogged up the stairs to the bedroom they’d been given this trip. Instead of staying at the lodge on the property as they had most of the other times they’d visited, they’d been given one of the family rooms upstairs in the main house due to “all the last-minute bookings”. At least that had been her mother’s explanation.
    The room they were staying in actually had a bit of legend. Her father had been back home on leave from the Navy and staying at Happy Acres with Laverne and her parents for a short time while the new couple searched for a house. They’d married shortly before her father shipped out, so there had been no time to find a place to live or begin to plan their life.
    Then on Fred’s first night back on leave, he and her mother had conceived Lila, or so the story went.
    It didn’t end there. Some family friends stayed in the room when Lila was little, and she grew up hearing stories about the “magic” bedroom where they’d conceived their little boy. She wasn’t sure what to make of the fact that her parents had insisted she and Nick had to stay in that bedroom, though her mother sure had beamed when Lila had taken her parents aside for their emergency talk.
    She wasn’t one for superstition. Or magic anything, except maybe Nick’s magic hands. So it wasn’t a lie of omission not to tell him the meaning behind the bedroom, right? She was still on her birth control pills, and no woo-woo stuff could supersede science.
    Right? Right.
    Inside the cozy, rustic bedroom, she stopped and sucked in a quick breath of home. Lemon furniture polish, her mother’s perfume and the scent of fresh baked goods threw her right back into her childhood.
    It was so good to be back.
    She aimed for the bags Nick had stashed under the wide bay windows that overlooked the snowy landscape. A quick glance outside showed it was getting darker and the storm was worsening by the moment. She’d just find the gloves and run them out to him before he lost a damn finger.
    He’d brought two bags and the first one didn’t hold anything remotely resembling cold weather gear. She did find an intriguing purple case that held some kind of battery-operated wand, however, and she had to press her thighs together to resist trying it out right now.
    Toys were a fairly new part of their repertoire, as was the occasional naughty movie. Like seriously naughty. She pretty much blushed all the way through them, and he chuckled every time she covered her eyes.
    Then he’d do some variation of whatever was on-screen to her and well, she forgot to be embarrassed anymore.
    Reluctantly, she tucked away the purple case and searched through the second bag. She closed her hand around a thick book and smiled. He was forever squirreling away novels and non-fiction titles, hiding them as if they were contraband. Wonder what he was reading now. The last book she’d seen him tucking between the mattress and box spring was one on overcoming stage fright—
    She frowned at the cover of