“It’s Saturday, they won’t leave without playing the jackpot game and it’s the last game of the night.”
She leans up and claims my mouth. Ever since I asked Peyton to be my girl, we’ve not been able to keep our hands to ourselves. Her tongue slides against mine, tasting of popcorn and chocolate, from our movie snack.
My fingers glide along the waist of her jeans, daring to touch her underneath the denim, wanting to feel her skin under her white cotton panties. I’m so nervous my fingers are trembling. Her breathing nearly stops when I inch my fingers under her panty line.
I pause and look at her. “You want me to stop?”
She only shakes her head and then she kisses me deeper than before. We become a flurry of fingers and tongues. Touching, licking, exploring. Nothing has ever been slow with Peyton. She’s the lightning in a storm, and I’m the tree she’s about to strike and burn from the inside out.
Hurry lover come quick
Times not ours to waste
Hurry lover run to me
Feed my soul
I give you my love freely
What are you waiting for?
Give your heart to me
So come on love run, run, run
You belong to me and I you
I’m ready to stop fucking around
Go ahead and jump
Hurry lover come quick
Time, he waits for no one
Not even you
Run, run, run
Run to me my love
Time waits for no one
Chapter 10
Nashville Gawker
I have just confirmed that our favorite bad boy, Jameson Lewis, is indeed in town to film an upcoming reality show based around a music competition. But is he putting down Nashville as his new address? I have word that he’s been house hunting. Could he be ready to settle down? Sound off in the comments.
Chapter 11
Peyton
I cancelled lunch with the girls, but promised we’d do the rest of the weekend. I’m meeting up with an executive from Pure Country, the company producing Nashville Star, the reality show I may be throwing everything away for.
Wes and I had a long talk this morning. He told me he will support me, but the way he talked seemed as though he thinks I won’t go very far on the show, or he thinks I will give it up for him. Of course, when I told him that no matter what, I didn’t want to marry him, he looked as if he was going to hit me. Instead his face turned red and he stormed out of the apartment, with of course a parting shout of, “You will marry me, Peyton!”
It’s not gonna happen. For the past hour my phone has been blowing up from Barb. I refused to text her back. Instead I quickly texted my dad and told him I would explain more later, but to please get everything canceled for the wedding. He didn’t harp or get upset. He simply texted me back with an ‘Ok, Petty. I’ll handle it.’