Page 133 of Desiring Them

My legs felt like jelly, and my pussy had a deep ache, but I ignored both as I crawled beneath the rich, emerald-green covers.

Riva was snuggled into Jeremy’s chest, so I attempted to snuggle into him from the other side. He roused slightly and lifted his arm so I could curl right in against him. When I rested my hand on Riva’s, she barely even stirred.

I felt his fingers stroking my long, dark locks, and then his beard was tickling my forehead as he pressed his lips against me.

“Sounds like you had a good time last night.” Jeremy’s voice was thick with sleep.

“I did.”

“Good.” He kissed my forehead again.

I stared at Riva. “How is she doing?”

“The medication you and Digby gave her did the trick, I think. She slept right through with no dramas.”

“Good.”

I fell silent for a long while, and Jeremy studied me. “What are you thinking about, love?”

“What do you love about living in London?”

Jeremy shrugged. “Aside from when I was in the Royal Marines, I’ve always lived there. I don’t know anything else, really. Why?”

I rolled onto my back, using his bicep as a pillow. “I wonder if everyone would be open to moving to the countryside. You know, some kind of private estate away from the hustle and bustle, where we don’t have to worry about the paparazzi as much. Where we can be ourselves in this new multiple-relationship without ending up in a tabloid under the headline‘SCANDAL!’.”

“A peaceful life?”

“Yes.”

“Does this peaceful life include the possibility of growing and producing our own meat, fruit, and vegetables?”

I turned one corner of my mouth upward at him. “You want to be a farmer?”

Jeremy smiled. “I reckon we could be self-sustaining if we do things right. But, mind you, I’d have to find help for when the band tours.”

I was pleased he was already fantasizing about what he could do in the country. It clearly meant he was on board. “You realize I grew up farming, right? I’ve totally got this, and I think it’s a great idea. As long as we have a fancy house for Lord Huntington to feel comfortable in.”

“Oh yeah, he’ll definitely need to feel like the lord of the place.” Jeremy chuckled softly. “If we pool our savings together, I think we’d find something suitable.”

I twisted my mouth up. “You know, I’m not rolling in dough.”

Jeremy arched his fingers down to tickle my forehead. “Don’t worry. I have a lot of savings and so do the brothers. Cruz likes to pretend he lives like a pauper, but what he doesn’t let on is the substantial allowance his mother pays to him every month.”

“I could sell my condo back home to contribute.”

Jeremy pinned me with his ice-blue stare. “Don’t you dare. You could rent it out and make a tidy little income of your own, on top of what you’ll earn as co-manager of Mad Lurchers.”

“What?” I launched myself into a sitting position.

Jeremy flashed a smug grin. “I figured if things don’t work out with your job, you could help me with the band. You want the job, babe? Do you want to help me try to control five bratty blokes while they record albums and tour the country?”

“What would the pay be like?” I wasn’t about to accept the offer blindly without discussing terms.

“It might be small at first, but their popularity is growing, and so would your salary along with it. The gala performance has hit twenty million views on popular video streaming websites. They’re on the up and up.”

I leaned down and gave Jeremy a brief kiss. “Count me in, London.”

“If we do move to the country, can we move up here, so I’m closer to my family?”

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