Page 47 of Love Thief

He pulls me to him, rubbing his scent onto me, marking me physically as he did mere moments ago. Gentle strokes of my skin, loving every inch.

“I’ll only ever ask you for this, us” he tells me. “Like this together.” He’s nuzzling his face into my hair, breathing me in deep. His arms locked around me, holding me, protecting me, loving me. “I’ll think it’s my birthday every fucking day.”

I touch his hair and whisper, “Me too.”

We spend the morning together until Mick arrives to drag him back. He’s still kissing me as he gets in the car. “Ride with me until we get to the airport. Get Tommy to follow us. I want to be able to smell you on me all the way.”

“You are getting weirder,” I sigh, but I get in the car as he puts up the privacy glass. True to his word, he fucks me in the back of the car, making sure his face and hands are covered in me. He rips my top, kneels over me, and comes on my tits, rubbing it into my skin.

“Now you’ll have me on you. Don’t wash until later. And FaceTime me from the shower.” He walks me to the following car, kissing me deeply after guiding me down into the back seat. “Fuck woman, you’re gonna kill me.”

He nods at Tommy saying, “Look after her, Tommy,” and he’s gone.

Chapter

Thirteen

3 DAYS EARLIER

KELLEN

What a fucking shit show. I can’t concentrate, Xander is all over the place, and those fucking women are doing my head in. I barred them from the studio in Devon within the first hour. Gabe and Levi don’t get it. It’s only the first day and Gabe has already traded Bells for fucking Texas, the beautiful brunette from the chateau birthday party.

“Can’t you get new ones, Gabe?” I grumble at him when it’s just us.

“What can I say? They’re on a rota. They go home for a rest, and then come back refreshed and ready to go again.” We all roll our eyes at him.

“More likely they’re spending your money and then come back for more,” says Xan.

“I don’t pay them. Fuck you, Xander. They work when they’re at home. They like to travel, and we enjoy each other’s company. No strings, all fun, what’s to say no to.”

“Well, when you put it like that, where do I sign?” Xander grins at him before turning his attention to Levi. “What’s up with you, Levi? You look well pissed mate, and that last drum section was a mess, brother.”

“I’d rather have no women here. Can’t you send them all home, Gabe? Then I can send Becky home. Or she’ll go because there’s no one here to mess with.”

We all turn stunned eyes to him. He’s never said anything like this before.

Gabe’s the first one to break the silence. “What’s going on?” He looks and sounds in full-on panic. “Who you gonna fuck if she goes home? Who am I, for that matter? No way, Levi. I can for a few days, but I’m fetching them back.”

A bang on the studio door interrupts his rambling.

“If that’s them you better go sort it, Gabe,” I tell him. “We are working here.”

Gabe heads out as Jurgen comes in. His, “Ready boys?” is a welcome relief over the inane prattle I was expecting from the women.

“Yes, we’ve just got to make sure there are no interruptions,” I tell him, my voice rising on that last part as I look towards the door Gabe just left through.

“Yes, I saw them all standing around plotting.” He laughs at us. “Are you sorted for the summer?” When we all nod at him, he tells us, “I’ve got some ideas around the new stuff. Make it even better, though they’ll still know it’s you. I've also contacted some of the Latin American agents to get some music sorted with the artists when down there. We can work on them and release them to help the tour.”

The boys all seem to be in agreement that it’s a good idea. Feels good to be talking music instead of that other bullshit. Well, at least something is going right.

We work all day, getting into some great music, and don’t leave the studio ‘til around 1am. I see all the girls still sitting around a table full of bottles and powder. Walking around the house to set off back to Marshall’s, Xan stops me. “Do you think we should go back this late? Marshall’s up early, we don’t want to piss him off.”

“Well, if we’re staying, make sure my door is locked. This lot are flying, and it could be trouble. I’ll speak to Marshall tomorrow to make sure we’re ok to go back regardless of time. I’d rather be there than here, who knew? God I fucking miss her.”

He grins at me, “Right with you, Marcus. Let’s see if there’s any food. I did see Nikki earlier. He loves cooking for Jurgen.”

We pile into the kitchen at Farm Cottage and find Jurgen tucking into some food. “Loads here, lads. Nikki’s cooking. It’s an amazing curry. Microwave there,” he points and pulls the naans out of the oven. “I’m stealing Nikki from Evie,” he says.

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