by Levine, Nina
“Did you just say you love me?”
He moves into my space and cups my cheek with his hand. “Yes, I love you, Presley Hart. And I want you by my side forever. I’m just sorry it took me this long to realise it.”
“What caused your change of heart?” I ask, needing to know what’s going on in his mind.
Pain shoots through his eyes. “Claudia and my mum, actually.”
“Claudia?”
A smile creases his face. “Yeah, I found a letter she left for me.” He pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket and passes it to me.
I unfold it and read it, my eyes welling up with tears. “She’s always teaching you to dance in the rain, isn’t she?” I whisper through my tears.
“Yeah, she is,” he says gruffly, and I can tell how affected he is by this letter.
“I’m so sorry, Jett.”
“Why? You’ve got nothing to be sorry for,” he says, clearly confused.
“I’m sorry she’s not here anymore.”
He swallows and nods. “Me, too.”
I watch him struggling with his loss and his need to protect himself from further loss. And I think about the fact he’s standing in front of me, laying himself bare and exposing his heart to the very thing he fears the most in the world, and I’m suddenly consumed with love for this man. He’s a good man with an amazing heart and soul. And I know in this moment that I want him by my side forever, too.
Moving as close to him as I can, so our bodies are touching, I press my lips to his and kiss him. Deep and long. I wrap the kiss with all the love I have in this world and hope it touches him as much as he’s touching me. Our arms go around each other and the only thing that exists to me right now is Jett. He’s taken ownership of my mind, body and soul completely.
When we end the kiss, I look up into his eyes and say, “I love you, Jett Vaughn.”
His lips spread out into the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on his face, and he bends down to kiss me again. “Thank you for giving me another chance. I’m not going to fuck this up again.”
I grin. “Oh, don’t you worry, I’m never letting you fuck it up again.”
41
Jett
I roll over in bed and lie on my side so I can watch Presley sleep. Her beauty never fails to blow me away and she’s even sexier to me when her hair’s messed up from sleep. And that first moment when she opens her eyes, looks at me and gives me one of her smiles… a man could relive those moments over and over.
As I let my gaze travel every inch of her skin, I remember the way she let me back into her life last night. I hadn’t expected her to be so quick to forgive me, but something I’m learning about Presley is her amazing capacity to love. I don’t doubt her promise to never let me fuck this up again. And I’m so fucking thankful for that.
“What are you thinking right now?”
I find her eyes and smile. Bending to kiss her, I say, “I’m thinking how much I love the way you love me. I’m thinking how beautiful you are. I’m thinking how grateful I am that you’re mine.” I dip my face close to hers again. “And I’m thinking how much I want to fuck you right now.”
Her eyes and her body can never hide her need from me and this moment is no different. Desire glazes over her eyes and her body instinctively moves closer to mine. Her hand comes to my cheek and she pulls me in for another kiss. “I’m thinking that you have good thoughts first thing in the morning,” she says, her voice heavy with lust.
I roll onto my back and pull her on top. “I had one other thought I forgot to share with you.”
She moves so she’s straddling me. As she reaches for my cock, she asks, “And what was that?”
“I was thinking you should do all the work so I can watch while you fuck me.”
“Really?” she asks in a teasing tone.
I love the hell out of that tone.
Gripping her ass, I nod. “Yeah, sweetheart, really. It’s been too fucking long since I’ve had my eyes on this body.”
“Well, get them off my face and get them on my body, Mr. Rockstar. And do the same with your hands.”
She doesn’t need to tell me twice and I drop my gaze to her tits and then to her hips and legs. Running my hands along her legs, I groan when she takes hold of my dick and begins stroking it. A hiss escapes my lips and she smiles before bending her face to mine. She leans one hand on the bed beside me while continuing to stroke me with her other hand.
“You okay with this being quick?” she asks. “I woke up wet for you so I’m good to go.”
I grip the back of her neck and growl, “I fucking love how ready you are to fuck me and I don’t care if it lasts a minute or an hour, so long as I get my dick in that sweet pussy of yours soon.”
Her lips meet mine and she kisses me with an intensity she never has before while at the same time positioning her pussy over my dick. I grab her ass and pull her down. A feral growl comes from deep inside me at how fucking good she feels, and when she begins to ride me, I abandon myself to the pleasure.
Fuck.
Presley was made for me.
I know this deep in my soul.
There’s not another woman on Earth I’m interested in.
No one comes close to her.
“Jett . . . fuck . . .” She’s panting as she fucks me.
So fucking sexy.
She sits up and leans back a little, slowing her movements. I’m transfixed as I watch her tits bounce, and when she alters her position and squeezes her pussy around me while she takes me in deeper, I’m sure I just hit heaven. She’s taken hold of all my senses and I’m completely under her spell.
I love the slow, deep pace she sets. She works me to the edge and just as I’m about to come, she backs off. And then she begins the cycle all over again. It’s fucking ecstasy and I’m an addict. I’m not sure it can get much better until she changes her position again and starts to fuck me harder and faster. My eyes close as the pleasure circles through me. I want to keep them open. I want to watch her. But I’m a slave to the bliss she’s giving me and all I can do is let it take over.
She starts moaning and making the sexiest noises I’ve ever heard from her almost at the same time as my orgasm hits. It grips me hard and pulses through my body, shattering far and wide; there’s not one part of me that misses out on the pleasure. I open my eyes just as her pussy contracts around my dick and her body shudders. Her mouth forms a perfect ‘O’ and her eyes flutter open and shut while she comes.
A minute later, she shifts so she’s lying on top of me. I put one arm around her and smooth her hair back with my other hand. “I love you,” I murmur.
“I love you, too, baby,” she says breathlessly.
We lie quietly for a while, letting the pleasure subside, and then she leaves me to go to the bathroom. When she comes back, she snuggles next to me with her head on my chest.
“I was supposed to fly to New Zealand today,” I say, not caring one bit that I’m not going to make that flight. I would choose being with Presley over going to New Zealand any time.
Lifting her head, she asks, “For work?”
“No, we’re taking a break. I was going by myself to try and clear my head.”
She frowns and props herself up on her elbow so she can look at me. “How long are you on a break for?”
I twirl her hair between my fingers, loving this time with her. “Indefinitely. Van called a time out and he isn’t sure if he’ll be back.”
Her frown deepens. “Are you not freaking the fuck out over this? I thought with your shares and everything, this would worry you.”
I smile, a sense of peace settling in my gut. “Yeah, I’m a little freaked out. But I’m dancing in the rain, remember? And I’m dancing with you, so that makes me the happiest man on Earth.”
A smile slowly spreads across her face and she shifts to lean on my chest, her eyes focused on mine. “I’m liking this new Jett Vaughn. A lot.”
“Only liking?” I tease.
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I smack her on the ass and shift her so she’s on her back and I’m on top of her. Pushing my dick against her, I say, “I better pick up my game if you’re only liking me. Give me the day and I’ll have that moved up to a love.”
She puts her arms around me. “You can have the day. Hell, you can have the year.”
“Only the year?”
She rolls her eyes. “You’re a pushy bastard, aren’t you? Always demanding more.”
I chuckle and drop a kiss on her lips. “So what have you got planned for the next few months?”
“Well, if you didn’t come back to me, I was going to go travelling, but now that you’re here, I’m not sure.”
I love that she was waiting for me. “It seems we had similar plans, sweetheart. Maybe we should go see the world together while we’re both on a break.”
Her eyes widen and her smile grows. “I’d love that.” I can hear the excitement in her voice and suddenly dancing in the rain with her sounds like the best damn thing I’ll ever do.
Thank you, Claudia.
42
Presley
I hold Jett’s hand with a strong grip as we enter the charity dinner he’s performing at tonight. There’s a huge turnout and I don’t want to lose him in the crowd. After the event organiser contacted him a week ago and asked the band to perform, ticket sales went through the roof.
He finds our table and pulls out my chair first. Once I’m settled, he sits next to me. Turning to me he pushes a stray hair off my face and asks, “You okay?”
“Yeah. You?” Tonight’s going to be hard for him and I’m doing my best not to keep asking if he’s okay, but I’m concerned.
His face softens. “Yeah, baby, I’m okay.”
“You’re going to be amazing.”
We’re interrupted by West who drops into the seat next to me and says, “We’re already amazing, Presley. I thought you knew this.” He gives me a wink and I shake my head at him.
“Yes, I’m very aware of how amazing you are, West,” I play along with him. I really do love hanging out with the guys, but West is by far the cheekiest one and a lot of fun.
He breaks out in a huge grin and looks at Jett. “If you fuck shit up with Presley again, all bets are off, and I’m staking a claim.”
I hold my breath and wait for Jett to lose it but he surprises me with a smile. He places his arm around my shoulders and replies to West, “I’ve got no plans to fuck this up again and as far as you taking a shot, I’d like to see that. She doesn’t take shit from anyone so I doubt she’d put up with yours for longer than a day.” His tone is fun and I realise he’s not even phased by West’s flirting.
West lets out a low whistle. “Presley, I think you’ve tamed the beast. I can’t even get a rise out of him anymore.”
Van has just arrived and joins in the conversation. “I think they’ve tamed each other. Presley’s gone soft, letting him get away with shit she never did to begin with.”
I smile at him and he gives me a chin jerk, which is pretty much Van’s way of smiling.
Van continues, directing this at me. “You two have been back together for nearly two weeks now and I’ve seen him easily change your mind at least three times. You didn’t even put up a fight.”
Laughing, I say, “What can I say, my man has his ways of convincing me, and let me tell you, those ways are the best I’ve ever sampled.”
Van holds his hand up at me. “Stop talking, babe. Jett’s head is already big enough; you don’t need to give him another reason.” It’s not often Van joins in with a joke so I savour this. While he’s nowhere as moody as he has been, he’s still grumpier than your average guy.
Hunter turns up while Van is giving me hell for succumbing to Jett’s charms. I greet him with a smile, and he asks, “Are you all ready for tomorrow?”
Excitement bubbles through me. “Yes, I can’t wait.” Jett and I leave for Paris tomorrow. We’re starting our three months away in France and even though I’ve visited that country before, I’m so happy to be able to experience it with the man I love.
Hunter is about to say something further when a familiar voice sounds from behind me. “Evening.”
Mr. Kentucky Fire himself.
I turn to find Diesel smiling down at me. “Hello, darlin’,” he greets me with that sexy smile of his.
“Diesel,” I say, hoping like hell Jett doesn’t lose his cool.
Diesel chuckles and turns his attention to Jett. His voice softens when he says, “Sorry to hear about your sister, man.”
Jett nods, his expression growing serious at the mention of Claudia. “Thanks.” And then he adds, “And thanks for bringing your band tonight and supporting us.”
“Sure thing,” Diesel replies and then nods his head in the direction of another table. “I’d better get back to keep them in line. I just wanted to say hi.”
I watch him walk away and then ask Jett, “What was that about? How is his band supporting you?”
“When he heard about Claudia and tonight, he phoned Tom and offered his support. His band has made a donation to the charity and have also agreed to perform tonight.”
Warmth fills me at the generosity. “That’s great.”
“Yeah,” he agrees as he waves at someone. I turn to see who it is and smile when I see Tom, and Jett’s parents heading our way. Over the last two weeks, I’ve spent a fair bit of time with his parents and have fallen in love with them.
The three of them join us and take their seats next to Jett. After we’ve all exchanged greetings, Hunter says, “We need to get ready, Jett.”
“Yeah,” he agrees, and I watch the four of them make their way to the stage.
“How is he?” Monica asks, concern etched on her face.
“Actually, I think he’s doing okay.” And I really do believe that.
I hear the relief in her voice when she says, “Thank goodness. We weren’t sure if he was ready for this.”
“I wasn’t, either, but it’s like he’s got this new sense of peace.” I shrug, feeling silly saying it. “I know it sounds weird, but I can’t explain it any other way.”
Steve smiles at me. “You gave him that, sweetheart.”
I find it sweet that Jett’s father calls me sweetheart, the same as Jett does. I’ve noticed that Steve only ever uses that term of endearment with his wife and me, and it makes me feel special. It makes me feel a part of their family.
Monica nods in agreement. “Yes, that’s all from you, Presley. He’s finally opened himself up to you fully and it almost makes me want to cry with happiness. I was beginning to think he’d never be open to love.”
Tears threaten when I think of who gave him the final push towards me.
Claudia’s last gift to her brother was the most amazing gift a person can give someone else.
The gift of love.
A guitar sounds from the stage and draws our attention.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for coming to show your support to this amazing charity. All money raised tonight goes directly to cancer research so I’ll open by asking you to dig deep and help us fight this deadly disease. Some of you may know that my sister, Claudia, recently passed away due to her battle with cancer. I can’t even begin to tell you how devastating this disease is, not only to the people battling it, but also to the family who are by their side every step of the way. And then sometimes, the family are the ones left behind after the cancer rips their loved one away from them.” His voice wavers a little, but he carries on like the trooper he is. “Crave has supported cancer research for a while now because this disease has touched more than one of us. Tonight, I’m really fucking happy to tell you that we’ve got a new song to share with you, and to also let you know the song goes live tomorrow; all profits on it go to cancer research.”
The audience cheer him and some wolf whistle. He watches them for a beat and then the band kick in as he says, “This one’s for you, Princess.”
The audience seem to love the song as much as I do and when the band finishes singing, they stand and cheer them with applause and more whistles. Jett’s eyes are still closed and I hope he’s okay. Van’s also watching him and he steps forward and places his hand on Jett’s shoulder while he says something into his ear.
Jett’s eyes open and I’m close enough to the stage to see the tears there. He seems to hesitate for a moment, but then he smiles and raises his arm in a fist pump. And then he pulls a rock star move if ever I’ve seen one. He’s at a charity dinner where good manners and good social etiquette are the norm. He’s already sworn once but I know he wouldn’t care about that even though he did tell me on the way here that he was going to try and behave. Obviously, he’s thrown all those ideas out the window and is completely in the moment because when he does his fist pump, he yells out, “Fuck cancer!” But in true Jett form, he’s managed to charm his way into the hearts of the people here tonight and they cheer even louder and many of them copy him.
His eyes come to mine and he smiles. I shake my head at him but give him a fist pump back and yell out, “Fuck cancer!”
West leads the band into their next song and they spend the next twenty minutes performing. I love watching my man on stage. I’ve got no idea where Crave will end up, but I know Jett was born for this, so, either way, he’ll spend the rest of his life performing. And I plan on being by his side.
When they finish, Jett looks at me and beckons me with his finger. Desire is written on his face and I’m more than turned on after watching him perform, so I go to him.
He jumps off the stage and pulls me to him. “Do you know how fucking sexy you look tonight in that dress?”
