Read Online Full Circle (Rockin' Country #3) by Laramie Briscoe - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Laramie Briscoe
Ads: Link
were all hoping for.
* * *
Garrett glanced over to the side of the stage, wondering when the hell Hannah was going to get there. He was starting to get worried. They had one song to go, and he still hadn’t caught sight of her. As he looked closer, he saw a group of females making their way through the crowd. It was then that he finally caught a glimpse of her standing next to Shell and his sister. He completely missed his cue as he saw what she was wearing, but luckily the crowd picked it up for him. His wife was hot as hell, and there was no way he was letting his sister be alone with Brad in that little scrap of a thing she wore that some women called a dress.
Jared walked up, still playing. “What’s going on?”
He pointed over to the side of the stage, before putting the mic up to his mouth and picking up where he should, chuckling when Jared also fucked up. He must have caught a glimpse of Shell.
Normally, he savored the last song of the night—wanting to remember everything about it. Tonight, he couldn’t wait for it to be over. As soon as the last chord was played, he’d said his goodbyes, and dropped the mic.
“Holy shit,” he breathed as he hurried over to his wife. “Is this what you’ve been doing all afternoon?”
She was almost breathless as she saw the look in his eye. “This and picking them up.” She pointed over to Shell, who was wrapped tightly in Jared’s arms.
He reached out and stopped Stacey from going to Brad’s. “Does Dad know you’re wearing some gauze and a band aid?” he asked, not able to keep the smartness out of his tone.
“No, does mom know that you like to call your wife a groupie?” she retorted, glancing pointedly at her brother.
The two of them were locked in a stare down, and neither one broke away until Hannah grabbed Garrett’s hand. “It’s Valentine’s Day. Leave them alone.” She pulled him so that he stood facing her instead of the other couple. He heaved a breath and then put his lips to her ear.
“C’mon,” he whispered. “I’ve got us a nice, quiet place to go for the night. I want you all to myself.” He reached under the jacket, grasping her waist with his large hand.
She couldn’t wait.
* * *
It had been a whirlwind from the moment Jared looked over at the side stage and saw Shell standing there. He wasn’t sure how they’d managed to make it out of the venue and to the car then to the hotel suite. The only thing he’d had time to grab was his guitar and a change of clothes.
“I hope you don’t mind that I ordered us dinner in.” She smiled at him, but it was shaky.
Jared knew she was always a little nervous around him, because she was never completely sure where she stood with him. That was his fault, and he was going to do his best to rectify that. “I love that you ordered us dinner in. I don’t want to share you with anyone else looking like this.” He tilted her chin up so he could capture her lips, teasing them open with the tip of his tongue.
“I look this way for you,” she confessed as they pulled back, the air in the room heavy.
He grabbed her hand and pushed her away from him. “Spin around for me.”
With him it was always like this. He was a man of such few words that Shell always did what she was told. There was something about following his orders that she loved. So with a glance up into his brown eyes—eyes that were hot with desire—she turned a small circle on the tips of her high heels.
Jared bit his lip as she did so, playing with the lip ring that was there. This woman was everything he’d ever wanted in one package, and he knew he hadn’t worshipped her enough. These last few weeks of being separated and seeing the relationship that Garrett and Hannah had managed to have was his undoing. He had to have this woman—body and soul. The lavender dress she wore was short and had ridden up as they had touched one another; now it stopped just below the swell
* * *
Garrett glanced over to the side of the stage, wondering when the hell Hannah was going to get there. He was starting to get worried. They had one song to go, and he still hadn’t caught sight of her. As he looked closer, he saw a group of females making their way through the crowd. It was then that he finally caught a glimpse of her standing next to Shell and his sister. He completely missed his cue as he saw what she was wearing, but luckily the crowd picked it up for him. His wife was hot as hell, and there was no way he was letting his sister be alone with Brad in that little scrap of a thing she wore that some women called a dress.
Jared walked up, still playing. “What’s going on?”
He pointed over to the side of the stage, before putting the mic up to his mouth and picking up where he should, chuckling when Jared also fucked up. He must have caught a glimpse of Shell.
Normally, he savored the last song of the night—wanting to remember everything about it. Tonight, he couldn’t wait for it to be over. As soon as the last chord was played, he’d said his goodbyes, and dropped the mic.
“Holy shit,” he breathed as he hurried over to his wife. “Is this what you’ve been doing all afternoon?”
She was almost breathless as she saw the look in his eye. “This and picking them up.” She pointed over to Shell, who was wrapped tightly in Jared’s arms.
He reached out and stopped Stacey from going to Brad’s. “Does Dad know you’re wearing some gauze and a band aid?” he asked, not able to keep the smartness out of his tone.
“No, does mom know that you like to call your wife a groupie?” she retorted, glancing pointedly at her brother.
The two of them were locked in a stare down, and neither one broke away until Hannah grabbed Garrett’s hand. “It’s Valentine’s Day. Leave them alone.” She pulled him so that he stood facing her instead of the other couple. He heaved a breath and then put his lips to her ear.
“C’mon,” he whispered. “I’ve got us a nice, quiet place to go for the night. I want you all to myself.” He reached under the jacket, grasping her waist with his large hand.
She couldn’t wait.
* * *
It had been a whirlwind from the moment Jared looked over at the side stage and saw Shell standing there. He wasn’t sure how they’d managed to make it out of the venue and to the car then to the hotel suite. The only thing he’d had time to grab was his guitar and a change of clothes.
“I hope you don’t mind that I ordered us dinner in.” She smiled at him, but it was shaky.
Jared knew she was always a little nervous around him, because she was never completely sure where she stood with him. That was his fault, and he was going to do his best to rectify that. “I love that you ordered us dinner in. I don’t want to share you with anyone else looking like this.” He tilted her chin up so he could capture her lips, teasing them open with the tip of his tongue.
“I look this way for you,” she confessed as they pulled back, the air in the room heavy.
He grabbed her hand and pushed her away from him. “Spin around for me.”
With him it was always like this. He was a man of such few words that Shell always did what she was told. There was something about following his orders that she loved. So with a glance up into his brown eyes—eyes that were hot with desire—she turned a small circle on the tips of her high heels.
Jared bit his lip as she did so, playing with the lip ring that was there. This woman was everything he’d ever wanted in one package, and he knew he hadn’t worshipped her enough. These last few weeks of being separated and seeing the relationship that Garrett and Hannah had managed to have was his undoing. He had to have this woman—body and soul. The lavender dress she wore was short and had ridden up as they had touched one another; now it stopped just below the swell
Similar Books
