Reckless (Thoughtless, #3)(76)

Kellan cleared his throat, and I twisted to look at him. He was searching my face for any clue of what I was thinking. Giving honesty a shot, I told him before he could even ask. “The two of you look amazing together. I can see why the fans are so in love with the idea.” Kellan started shaking his head, and I cupped his cheek to stop him. “Were you really thinking about me throughout that entire thing?”

He nodded, his face intense. “It was the only way I could get through it.”

My heart swelled as we stared at each other. He really did only have eyes for me. Pushing aside what the world wanted for him, I focused solely on what he wanted, what I wanted. Feeling languid and content, I asked him, “Kellan Kyle, will you marry me?”

Moving the computer off of my lap, he gave me a teasing smile as he climbed on top of me. “I thought you’d never ask,” he murmured, lowering his lips to my neck.

“Is that a yes?” I asked, giggling.

He ground his hips into mine as he brought his lips to my ear. “With you, it’s always yes.”

As he ran his lips down my skin, I thought about my mother . . . which was sort of a strange thought to have at the moment. But she’d called me that morning asking about wedding invitations; she desperately wanted to get some ordered. She’d tried to hide it over the phone, but I’d heard the uncertainty in her voice as she talked about my future. She wasn’t sure if the wedding was still on. She watched TV. She noticed the magazines at the store. She heard the gossip just as much as I did, and I’m sure she had heard all about how hot and sweaty Kellan and Sienna were getting. If I were her, I’d wonder if Kellan and I were still together too. I’d reassured her that we were still getting married, but I hadn’t given her a firm date.

Before Kellan’s lips found their way to my chest, I pushed him back. He looked up at me, eyes blazing with desire. I had to swallow twice before I could remember what I’d wanted to ask him. “How long is the break in the tour schedule for Christmas?”

Kellan looked over my shoulder, thinking. “Ah, I’m not sure. Four or five days, maybe a week?” He looked back at me, a small smile on his face. “Why?”

Shrugging, I looped my arms around his neck. “Want to go to a wedding with me in Ohio?”

Rolling to my side, Kellan sat up on his elbow. “Anyone I know getting married?” he asked, amusement in his voice.

Smiling, I shrugged again. “Just some annoying wishy-washy girl that half the world hates.”

Kellan raised a brow, then lowered his lips to mine. “They don’t hate you.” He chuckled against my lips. “They don’t even know about you. And you’re not annoying or wishy-washy. At least, not anymore.”

He laughed and I smacked his shoulder. Jerk. Then I frowned. He was right about the “Kell-Sex forever” fans not knowing about me. And it was probably a good thing that they didn’t. If they did . . . they would certainly hate me. Kellan kissed the corners of my mouth, erasing the worry lines. “I would love to marry you in December . . . in Ohio . . . in front of your entire family.” Pulling back, he gave me a wide grin. “In front of my family.”

I ran my hand up his chest, fingering his tattoo. “Can you find out the exact dates of the break? So I can tell my mom?”

He nodded and turned away from me, like he was going to do it right this second. I stopped him by pulling his shoulder back to me. His eyes flashed to mine as I placed a light kiss over his heart. “Could you do it a little later though?” I peeked up at him from under my eyelashes. “I’d like to have sex with you first,” I matter-of-factly stated. Pride leaked into my smile; I’d asked him for sex unsolicited, and I hadn’t even stumbled over the words.

Kellan’s mouth opened in mock surprise. “Why, Mrs. Kyle, I am shocked at your brazenness.” Then he beamed at me like I was his star student. His sexual protégée. His sextégée. His lip curved up into a wicked grin. “I’m also incredibly turned on.”

He started to lean over me, but I pushed him to his back. Kellan laughed as I straddled him, but only for a minute; the sounds that came from him after that were anything but amused.





Chapter 14


Putting on a Show





It seemed like we went from leaving Seattle to hopping on a tour bus with Avoiding Redemption in a blink of an eye. The transition happened so fast, that I had a horrid feeling that I was forgetting something as we stepped onto the bus that would be our home for the next several months. I was pretty sure I wasn’t forgetting anything—I had my clothes, my toothbrush, my laptop, my notes, and my rock star husband—what else could I possibly need, besides some privacy? All of the bands were sharing two busses this tour, so there was going to be a lot of people around us; privacy would be hard to come by in the coming weeks.

The first venue was the House of Blues on Sunset Strip in Los Angeles. I thought it was the perfect place for the boys to kick off their tour. It was well-known, iconic, yet still intimate; everyone in the audience would have a great view. Fans were everywhere I turned backstage, screaming and hollering, giddy over all of the rock stars in their midst. It was a little chaotic, which only added to the anticipation in the air.

Kellan and Justin were signing autographs with some of the other musicians while I wandered the area. It was fun to see everyone in D-Bags shirts. On the tour before this, Kellan had been a last-minute addition and still relatively unknown. He wasn’t anymore. I was positive that everyone here had heard their single with Sienna; most of them had probably picked up the album too. This time around, people experiencing Kellan on stage wouldn’t be a happy accident. No, a lot of these fans, the majority of them from what I could tell, were here specifically for the D-Bags. It made this moment feel so much bigger and so much more exciting. Even though Justin was headlining this tour, it was definitely Kellan’s show.