by Ivy Harper
She’d wanted my attention and now she had it. “The reason your daddy is so interested in me is because he bit off more than he can chew and his company is about to go belly up,” I snapped. “And he’s looking for his daughter to fix that problem for him. Unfortunately, for both you and him, I have no interest in helping.”
Her face turned pale. “You’re lying.”
I laughed. “Am I?” Spotting a familiar car, I added. “Do me a favor and act like you didn’t see me here today.” On that note, I walked toward Tak’s car.
“You’re lying,” she said once more. I pretended to not hear her.
I opened the door and got in. Tak immediately took my hand in his and glanced at Gloria who I assumed was still standing there. “Someone you know?”
I shook my head. “No, she just wanted to know how to get to the mall.”
Taking my answer as it was, he pulled off.
Chapter 45
Lovers
Tak
* * *
After dealing with my band and Kole, the only thing I wanted to do was lay in bed with Jazz in my arms.
As I followed her into the house, I imagined all the things I would do to her once we were inside.
She took a right. I stopped her. “Where are you going?”
“My room,” she answered, pulling at her button-down shirt. “I had to run out so fast. I want to take a shower and get some more sleep.”
I pointed toward my wing. “My shower’s bigger, go take one in mine.”
She shot me a look, but instead of arguing with me, she walked toward my room. “The only reason I’m listening to you is because I’ve seen your shower and it is bigger.”
“I’m going to check on something in the studio.”
She waved me off as she walked away.
I watched her disappear around the corner before I took out my phone and texted Chelsea that I wouldn’t be available tomorrow. Finished, I turned my phone off and tossed it on the couch. I didn’t want anyone interrupting my time with Jazz.
Ever since I’d left her side this morning, I’d only thought about getting back beside her. After waiting a few minutes, I headed to my room.
The door was open and Jazz stood in the center of the room. I watched as she slowly took off her shirt. Her pants were already off and on the floor.
She paused as she tried to pull her sleeve down the arm she’d been shot in. I closed the space between us and wrapped my arms around her. “Let me help you with that.” I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
She looked at me over her shoulder but didn’t say yes or no to my offer. I kept my eyes on hers as I reached up and gently pulled the shirt back off her shoulders and slid it down her arms, it fell to the floor without a sound.
“Tak?”
I walked around her and stopped in front of her. I reached up and buried my right hand in her hair and tilted her head back. Leaning down I took her lips with mine. She moaned into my mouth as she grabbed at my shirt. I plundered her mouth, tasting the sweetness that was Jazz, trying to consume her down to her soul.
I chased her tongue with mine. The soft sighs and sucking sounds filled my ears. With my other hand I rubbed and flicked her left nipple to a peak.
Breaking the kiss I straightened.
“Tak,” she called my name, her voice thick with lust.
I smiled, more than pleased with myself for putting such a dazed look on her face. “Take off the rest of your clothes and lay on the bed.”
Jazz didn’t hesitate as she took off her bra and panties. I enjoyed the sight of her ass jiggling as she walked over to my bed and crawled onto it. It took everything in me not to jump her from behind. She was still injured, once she was healed up I’d fuck her from behind until she screamed my name.
“Turn around, love. Let me see your pussy.”
She followed my orders once again. Turning around she sat down and spread her legs, presenting her pussy to me. I could already see she was glistening with need.
“Damn, baby. You’re already wet for me.”
She sucked her lip into her mouth.
I smirked. “Don’t tell me I left you starving so much the mere sight of my dick makes you excited?”
She glared at me. “Shut up and fuck me already.”
I laughed, but instead of doing what she wanted, I walked to the end of the bed. “You’re so impatient, love. I’ve got to teach you how to take it slow.” I licked my lips and narrowed my eyes. “I want you to touch yourself for me.”
Jazz’s expression turned shy and like always it made me want to make her dirty. “I… I…”
“Do it for me, love. Show me how you like to be touched.”
She hesitated for a second, her lashes lowered as she scooted back a bit more so that her back touched the headboard of my bed. She bit her bottom lip as she brought her uninjured arm forward and slowly started to touch herself.
I swallowed, watching her as she pleasured herself. She circled and stroked her clit. Her short little pants of air filled the room. I balled my hands into fists at my sides to keep from touching her.
“That’s my baby, show me what makes you come.” At my words, she looked up and spread her legs wider. I wanted to be there between them. I just couldn’t decide if I wanted to use my dick or my tongue first.
She grunted as she started to hump her hand, her fingers no longer rubbing her clit but dipping inside her. She panted, “Tak, I need more.”
Shit, hearing my name on her lips nearly had me coming in my pants.
“What do you need, love? Tell me.”
“You,” she nearly cried as she continued fucking her hand. “It’s not enough.”
“Beg me,” I ordered.
She didn’t stop pleasuring herself when she nearly shouted, “Please, Tak. Fuck me.”
I bared my teeth in a lecherous grin. “Good girl.”
It took me no time at all to take my clothes off. My member bobbed. Shit, I was so hard I could break a block of cement with it. The best part was Jazz hadn’t stopped pleasuring herself the entire time. Getting on the bed, I grabbed her hand and moved it aside. “That’s enough, love. I’m here.”
“Tak.” Her eyes were bright with lust as she looked at me. “I need you.”
“Fuck, same, love, same.”
I nearly threw myself at her. I kneeled between her legs and placed my right hand on the headboard behind her shoulder then leaned forward. I sucked in a quick breath as she grabbed my length with her free hand and guided me into her hot pussy.
I bowed my head and watched as she slowly filled herself with my cock. Her head dropped back as she bit her lip, her lashes fluttered against her cheeks as a deep groan of pleasure escaped her. This was hands down the fucking sexiest thing I’d seen.
Watching Jazz take me inside was only second to eating her out. Sweat built on my brow as I held back from thrusting forward. I wanted to watch my woman pleasure herself on me.
This was about her, not me. She released me and moved her hand around my waist to my ass and as she lifted her hips she tugged. Her mouth dropped open.
“Fuck, yes.”
Her deep-throated groan flipped a switch, breaking my restraint. I took control, snapping my hips forward. Placing my other hand on the other side of her head, I used it as leverage to fuck her into my mattress.
The bed squeaked with every deep penetrating dip into her delicious pussy. It sucked on me just like a mouth. Fire licked up my balls as I grinded inside of her. “Spread your legs wider for me, love,” I managed to get out.
She shook her head from side to side. “I… I can’t. Tak, I can’t.”
I let go of the headboard and stopped. Scooting back, I then wrapped my arms around her thighs and lifted them as I dragged her down. She let out a startled shriek as she slid forward.
I settled her legs on my shoulders and reached down to grab her hands to hold her still. I didn’t wait for her to recover as I impaled her once more.
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“Shit, that’s it.”
I gritted my teeth as I fucked her until she threw her head back and screamed my name. She slapped her hand at my thigh. Her pussy tightened around me and I paused, letting her orgasm run its course.
Grinning, I squeezed her hands as I waited for her. Those pretty eyes regained some clarity. “Jazz, baby, don’t relax yet,” I said.
“Huh… Tak,” she cried my name out as I started the process all over again. I had every intention of making it so she couldn’t walk tomorrow.
She’d been working for me about two months, and we had to make up for all that time missed. I was glad she hadn’t insisted on my wearing a condom. Jazz was mine, and the idea of filling her with my cum and watching her body change with our child filled me with a dizzying lust and hunger. I offered a devil’s smile as she pleaded for me.
“Don’t worry love, I’m here. I’ll always be here.”
Jazz
* * *
“Fuck, Jazz, I missed this.”
“Shit,” I cried out as he once again thrust all the way to the hilt. I bit my lip as I tightened and tried not to scream through another orgasm. “Tak.”
He gently pulled out, forcing me to feel every inch of him. “You feel so fucking good.” He leaned forward and used his wicked voice to whisper in my ear. “You’re perfect for me, you know that?”
My pussy clenched in response to his voice. He thrust in and started moving again. I could only hum as he brought my legs together and started grinding into me.
“Yes, fuck yes,” I moaned.
I was completely under his control. Orgasming again, I closed my eyes, biting my bottom lip hard enough to break the skin. I tasted the blood in my mouth.
Tak didn’t stop moving, his breathing came hard as he nearly sang my name in my ear. I rolled my eyes back as he pounded me right through one orgasm into another. It was like a live wire had been set on fire.
“Ah, fuck, I’m… shit, Jazz.”
His shaft expanded inside me and I felt the warm splash of his semen filling me. I could only moan as he thrust forward twice more before he collapsed on me. I wrapped my arms around him as he lazily nuzzled into my neck.
“I love you,” he breathed into my ear.
“I love you, too,” I whispered, feeling a sudden wave of fear rush through me. I truly loved him, and I was lying to him.
Chapter 46
Plan C
Tak
Two weeks later…
* * *
The bar Ol’ Bull was filled with the lighting and sound crew as they worked on the stage. A large banner that read, In Honor of Mira hung over the stage. The line outside wrapped around the building as fans had started arriving that morning.
Some were holding posters, other’s had fan lights. I knew it would be arrogant of me to say that I’d expected it, but I did. I checked the time on the wall clock of our trailer that had been parked behind the bar. There was still an hour until the doors of the bar opened.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
I looked away from the clock and met Ark’s worried gaze. “It’s still possible to report everything and let the police handle it.”
“Ark, no. With the amount of security Kole has out there its more likely they won’t even try anything.”
Ark ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Fine, I won’t ask again.”
“Thank you, because I sincerely don’t want to answer you again,” I said, coming to my feet. I walked over to the door and stepped outside. “Jazz.”
She stood next to the exit along with a few other men, some belonging to our company, others belonging to Pit. I let the door to the trailer close behind me.
“Aren’t you supposed to be inside the bar?” I asked.
“I was, but I’m giving the guy who was here a break,” she explained.
I reached out and brushed her hair behind her ear. She flushed. Pride filled me from the sight. I was the only one who got the pleasure of making her look nearly bashful.
Chelsea asked me a few weeks ago about our relationship, and I’d been completely honest. I wouldn’t lie about the singular most important thing to me.
“We’re fucking and I have every intention of getting her pregnant and marrying her,” I said as the makeup artist put final touches on my face.
Chelsea sighed. “I don’t know why I even bother telling you to watch what you say.”
I motioned to the makeup artist and my stylist, who continued to work as if I’d never said anything. “They’re used to it and why should I hide it. The worst that will happen is you’ll tell Kole and he’ll fire her. Also, thank you in advance for that, because I’m more than a little invested in having her home so I can spoil her.”
And that was the truth. I kissed Jazz in front of others and boldly told people we were dating every chance I got. For the first time, I’d hoped that fucker Kole would catch us and strictly follow the rules.
So far, I swear that bastard was acting like he hadn’t seen anything on purpose. And my faith in Chelsea had completely evaporated since she’d obviously not reported anything. And so the weeks had passed like this and I’d grown more in love with her.
No matter how many times I’d told her she should quit and let me take care of her, she had ignored me, but that’s what I loved about her. Jazz was stubborn and passionate about the things she cared about. Which is why I’d made sure no one told her about my plans tonight.
The last thing I needed was her throwing herself into harm’s way. I couldn’t deal with seeing her hurt again and I would protect her no matter what.
“Don’t worry, I’m only giving him a restroom break,” she said.
I wrapped my arms around her and hauled her to my side.
“Why don’t we sneak off and do some personal training?” I gave her a heated look.
She returned my look with a stern one. “If your training is anything like the pep talk you gave me yesterday then you’re going to miss your own concert.”
I bit my lip, giving her a come-hither look. I leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it. Especially when I had your ankles up by your ears.”
I staggered back from the force of her shove. Something I’d learned over the last few weeks was that Jazz had a real big kink for my voice. She would flush so hard, and her pussy would become a plush, wet welcoming home when I whispered sultry naughty things to her.
She glared at me before she looked at something behind me. “Look, he’s back. It’s time for me to go back inside.”
She turned on her heels and walked into the bar through the back entrance. Once she was gone, I dropped my smile and pulled my phone out of my back pocket. Roman had texted me that everything was ready.
I replaced my phone and reentered my trailer. Everything would come to an end tonight and I would finally be able to enjoy peace with Jazz.
Jazz
* * *
I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going on I didn’t know about. Everyone wore tense expressions. Even Ark didn’t look like his usual cheerful self. I’d thought for the longest it might be nerves.
However, something in my gut told me that wasn’t the case. I stood near the entrance of the bar and watched as the fans entered. Each one wearing a bright expression of anticipation.
A bittersweet smile came to my lips. Mitchell and Tony had slipped out of sight. Dutch hadn’t found anything. The money that had been deposited into Tony’s account had disappeared in what seemed like overnight.
I knew the time for me to leave Tak was coming closer and closer. I’d promised Zeno after a month I’d leave. Who knew that keeping such a promise would feel akin to tearing my heart out?
I tried on several occasions to pull back and build some walls between Tak and me, but it was impossible. I was already too in love with him to turn back now. The only option left for me was to accept the inevitable end.
“Hey, Jazz, the bar staff ne
eds help moving some merch boxes to the front. Can you go help them?” One of the security guards asked.
“Sure, where are they?”
“The break room, it shouldn’t take that long. The only reason I’m asking is because it has gotten too crazy for the rest of us to handle it. And there shorthanded in the back,” he said.
I made my way to the back. The break room was across from the entrance to the stage where Tak would be performing along with his band. Pushing the door open, I spotted the stack of boxes in the corner. There weren’t a lot. I walked over and picked up two and turned around to head back out.
Just as I reached the door, it opened. Taking a step back, I watched as an employee of the Ol’ Bull entered with an envelope in his hand.
Spotting me, he asked, “Are you Alicia Roarke?”
I stiffened hearing my real name come out of his mouth. Seeing my expression, he hesitated. “Sorry, did I get the wrong person?”
Recovering, I turned and placed the boxes back down. Freeing my hands in case he wasn’t as innocent as he seemed. “No, that’s me. How can I help you?”
“Oh, thank God, for a minute there I thought I got the wrong person. The guy pointed you out, but he left before I could make sure he really meant you. Did you know you share the same name as a famous heiress in Vander City?” he said as he handed me the envelope.
I took the envelope, ignoring his question, and asked instead, “Do you know the name of the guy who asked you to give it to me?”
“No, he just said it was important,” he said as he turned around and headed back through the door.
Once he left, I looked down at the envelope in my hand. I couldn’t think of anyone aside from my cousins who would send me anything, but they wouldn’t have risked my fake identity getting discovered by giving my real name. My father didn’t know where I was, if he had he’d have already been knocking down Tak’s door, not sending me mail.
