Owned (Rockstar Romance) (Lost in Oblivion Book 5) by Cari Quinn, Taryn Elliott Read Free Book Online Page B

would tell him in her own time. Just as she’d told him about meeting with Donovan earlier in the week. She’d shocked the hell out of him by saying she’d put down her spiky heel and informed her boss that she wasn’t backing away from a relationship with Nick.
    And Donovan had agreed. Insane.
    Of course, the terms weren’t the best. She had to work more closely with some asshat junior rep Donovan had known back in his London days, so that the artists could feel comfortable there was no favoritism going on once Oblivion went back into the studio. Nick still didn’t get that part. What did Donovan think she’d do for them now? Slip them chocolate-covered strawberries between takes or something?
    Whatever. Nick was just happy they didn’t have to hide their relationship quite as much anymore. Of course he was still supposed to be freewheeling and banging every groupie who wandered past his amp, which was all well and good until he figured out how to get that ring on Lila’s finger. But one thing at a time.
    Right now, he was going to be all chill and supportive of her career and not stifling in the slightest. “That’s great. Hope you have a good time.” When Lila cut him a sharp look, he smiled. “Wonder if they still have those double-decker buses?”
    Her eyes narrowed. “I wouldn’t know.”
    “Me either. Huh. I wonder if it’s time for us to do a European tour. See the world, expand our reach.” He snorted. “Hell, if we even have any fuckin’ reach left.”
    At Lila’s huff of breath, he winced and kissed Axl’s head. “Sorry, kid. Frigging.”
    “It’s a bit early to think about overseas tours or any tours at all until we see what material Oblivion brings into the studio.”
    And there you go, exhibit A. Lila didn’t give him a yard when she could give him an inch. He could be giving her the best oral sex of her life and in between screams, she’d say no to half of the ideas he came up with.
    Seventy-five percent unless he used tongue and fingers.
    “I know that. I’m just saying. I’m assuming I’m supposed to be thinking positively or some shit about this, right?”
    She tilted her head. “You’re worried.”
    “I have to go back and try to make music with these people, and I haven’t talked to half of them in months.” He focused on the tiny port wine birthmark on the back of Axl’s neck so he didn’t have to meet Lila’s gaze. “What if we crash and burn again?”
    “You won’t.”
    “You don’t know that. If I don’t know it, there’s no way you can.”
    “Simon’s legally obligated to be there. Even if he tries to walk, he can’t. He knows I’ve got his balls to the wall.”
    Nick covered Axl’s ears and nodded in the direction of the blissed-out Dylan. Somehow he’d wrangled the persnickety cat to sit near his left red Ked and he was in heaven. “Hello, little ears.”
    Lila frowned. “They both have balls. Surely they can hear about them.”
    Nick nodded. “Exactly why I’ve decided we can have one male child. No new owner’s manual required. Not like with a chick, where I’d have to—”
    “What did you just say?”
    He swallowed, hard. Oh shit . There was being prepared for all possibilities and then there was Freudian slipping your way right into them. “Nothing. I didn’t say anything.”
    “Sure about that?” She set aside her iPad and crossed her legs, immediately drawing his gaze to their long length as they slid against one another.
    Dirty trick. So dirty.
    Nick adjusted his hold on Axl’s wiggling legs and directed his attention to the TV just in time to see Dylan attempt to forcibly drag the protesting cat onto his lap. Lila saw it too and rushed forward to save Spot, who gave her a paw to the face for her trouble.
    “Dylan, leave the kitty be. She doesn’t want to be picked up right now.”
    The disappointed face Dylan made was priceless. Then he gave a heavy sigh and returned to watching the TV.
    She set the annoyed cat on the couch