His dark eyebrows drew together. “You wore this because you thought I wouldn’t like it?”
“Well... you can buy my time and my faked affection, Mr. Mayes,” I said, still trying to get a hold of my breathing. “But what I put on my body is up to me.”
His eyes smoldered, darker than I’d ever seen them.
He leaned in and whispered in my ear, so close and so slowly that his breath made me shiver. “I like you in pink.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
* * *
Jesse
I was pretty sure I could get used to this.
All the perks of having a girlfriend, without actually having a girlfriend.
Well, maybe not all the perks. I had no idea if that particular perk was gonna end up part of the deal. That was up to Katie, because my dick had been good to go pretty much from the first moment I’d met her, standing there in her rain-wet clothes, offering me cherry pie.
And now, wearing that slinky pink dress, the one that made her look fucking naked as she slithered around in my lap, her soft breasts pressed to my chest, her plump pink lips sliding against mine, that little tongue of hers flicking out to taste me… Christ. I was stiff as a fucking rod. I didn’t care who was looking. I would’ve sucked on her from head to toe, licked that fucking dress right off her if she’d let me.
By the time we hit the next club and walked into the dimly-lit VIP room, Katie holding my hand as she looked around, I was still trying to adjust my wood in my jeans. I really had to stop looking at her ass every time the girl got walking.
A couple of dudes at the glowing bar in the corner had turned almost completely around on their stools to look at her in her clingy, skimpy flesh-dress. I tugged her closer, tightening my grip. Couldn’t have her wandering away in that thing.
“Can we sit over there?” she asked, pointing at an unoccupied love seat.
“You can sit anywhere you want, darlin’,” Jude answered. Jude had a way of calling women darlin’ that tended to make panties drop, and I didn’t mind that he used it on her. He liked Katie. I liked that he liked her. Jude fucking hated most of the women I dated. He hadn’t said so, but I was pretty sure he thought Katie was adorable, which she was.
The only thing he had said about her, or about my relationship with her, was, “You sure about this, brother?”
“She’ll be good for us,” I said, as vaguely as fucking possible. And she was good for us, already. She was helping us sell music. She was keeping us entertained. She was already making this tour more interesting than it would’ve been without her. No question about that.
But as much as I liked Jude liking her, and it kinda made the egotistical prick in me get a pride hard-on when he looked at her the way he did when she showed up in that dress tonight, I didn’t want him liking her that much.
Right about now, I was really fucking glad I’d made her agree not to mess around with anyone else. The last thing I needed was for Katie to fall for Jude or anyone else on my crew. I didn’t need that complication.
Fuck it. That was bullshit. The truth was I didn’t want to share the girl.
She may be my fake girlfriend, but she was my fucking fake girlfriend.
I pulled her flush against me and she smiled up at me. Then I laid one on her, kissing her long and deep, giving those fuckers at the bar an eyeful. She stretched up on her toes as I drew her tighter against me. When I let her go, she stumbled back a little in her high heels, but I held her, steadying her.
Jude was speaking with the hostess. The room was scattered with low couches, most of which were occupied, but she led us straight to the love seat Katie had pointed out, facing the wall of windows overlooking the dance floor below. I didn’t really care where we sat. Just wanted a break from the madness outside.
Jude ordered us a bottle and he and Flynn got scarce as Katie and I sank into the low love seat together. The waitress brought over an ice bucket on a stand and a bottle of champagne with two glasses. I poured us both some champagne and noticed Jude turning away a couple of women who wanted to come over. He wouldn’t let anyone get close. I flung my arm up on the back of the seat and relaxed as Katie sank against me. I definitely didn’t mind having her to myself for a while.
My hand found her bare shoulder, where the dress had slipped off and she hadn’t fixed it. I smoothed my thumb over her bra strap and leaned in closer. I let my lips graze her ear when I said, “You wore the lingerie.”
She looked at me over her shoulder, narrowing her eyes slightly. Then she lifted her champagne in toast. “To your new tour.”
I lifted my glass, touching the rim to hers. “And my new girl.”
My thumb was still stroking her shoulder, playing with the strap of her bra. She rolled her eyes a little. “I like the rhinestones,” she admitted, sipping her champagne. “They’re pretty.”
“They’re diamonds.”
Katie choked on her bubbly. “What?” She coughed and sputtered and reached to set her glass on the table by our knees.
I lounged back on the love seat, a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. “I said, they’re di—”
“I heard you.” She was already wrestling beneath her dress, taking the bra off, apparently. “I can’t wear diamonds.”
I just watched the show, amused and a little perplexed, drinking my champagne as she stripped the bra off without removing the dress and yanked it free through an arm hole. “Why the hell not?”
She tossed the bra at me. “Because the diamond industry is, like, totally evil.”
I lifted the bra off my chest and brought it to my face. It smelled like her, like cherries and cream. Her mouth fell open as she watched me smelling it.
“The entire diamond industry?”
“You’ll have to take it back,” she insisted.
I dropped the bra on the couch beside me. “I don’t think they take back lingerie that’s been worn.”
“Well, we’ll donate it to charity.” She smoothed her dress. “Do you normally buy diamond-encrusted gifts for women the minute you start dating them?”
My gaze slid over the perfection of her tits, braless in the soft dress. Then I adjusted my dick in my jeans, spreading my legs as I eased further back in the seat. At this rate, the girl was gonna keep me perpetually hard. I looked up into her blue-green eyes, wondering how drunk she was. How much of this was Katie Bloom and how much of it was for show.
“You, Katie Bloom, are definitely nothing like the women I normally date.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said, glancing at my hand on my crotch.
“You should.”
“Well, I have my integrity,” she announced. “And I don’t care if my values are misguided or not. They’re mine.”
She crossed her legs and my gaze dropped to the hem of her dress. My cock throbbed at the sudden image: me, balls deep in Katie Bloom, my hips rammed up between those creamy, smooth thighs. “What about the panties?”
Her eyes narrowed at me again. “They don’t have any diamonds on them. And they’re staying on.”
She sank into the love seat again, pleased with herself, and leaned into my side. My arm returned to the back of the seat, fingertips smoothing over her bare shoulder again. She glanced up at me.
Then she turned into me and kissed me.
It took me by surprise, but I wasn’t an idiot. I kissed her back.
When she pushed her body against me, I growled into her mouth, my dick straining in my jeans. My hand moved into her hair and I held her against me as my tongue found hers. We pressed into each other, my other hand stealing to her soft breast, squeezing her gently through the dress. She melted into my hands and I had the overwhelming urge to spread her legs and do exactly what I was doing to her mouth to her sweet, soft pussy.
I dug my fingers into her thigh, probably bruising her, groaning as she swept her soft tongue against mine. My thumb skimmed her hard nipple. Then she pulled away and drew a breath, and I let her go.
She r
eached for her glass and glanced around but no one was paying much attention. We weren’t the only ones making out.
She dropped her hand to my thigh and left it there, close to the bulge in the crotch of my jeans. Dangerously fucking close. My heartbeat rammed in my chest, in my dick. If she moved her fingers one more fucking inch, I swore I was gonna blow.
“So… how come you never date ordinary girls?” She cleared her throat a little and took a shaky swig of champagne. “And by ordinary I mean not famous,” she added, using the line I’d used to describe her that night in the hotel bar.
As she met my gaze she looked horny as hell, her pink lips swollen from kissing me. I wanted to kiss her again. I wanted to push her back on the love seat, rip off those black lace panties and spread her thighs, and lick her all the way to a screaming, shuddering orgasm. I wanted to suck her off until she came so many times she forgot how to breathe. I wanted to screw her with my tongue until she forgot her fucking name.
Instead, I took a deep breath and exhaled.
“I have no idea,” I said.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
* * *
Katie
Somehow we made it back to the hotel before the sun came up.
We went up to our room, Jesse, me, and the thudding music of every bar we’d been in tonight all muddled together, pounding in my brain. I had a cool dubbed-out remix of Baby Bash’s “Suga Suga” in there, still making me dance. I danced right into the hotel room as Jesse shut the door, but despite the cacophony in my head, the room was empty. We were alone for the first time all day.
Just the two of us.
It was the end of the first night of the tour, an incredibly long night. What felt like a whole lot of nights in one.
An incredible night.
Jesse stumbled over to the beds in the near-dark and tossed his stuff off onto the floor. I turned on a light, wondering how the hell I was going to keep up with this pace as I stumbled taking off my new boots. It reminded me of the first night we’d spent together, in that other hotel room. Except this time I wasn’t planning on doing anything stupid, like stripping in front of him. Which was exactly why I’d paced myself throughout the night.
Mostly.
I’d done my best to make sure that this time Jesse was drunker than I was. This was no easy feat. The man could hold his alcohol. But luckily for me, everyone and their damn dog wanted to buy him a drink, so inebriation was a definite eventuality. The real kicker was when we’d crossed paths with a bachelorette party of eight drunken women, who’d insisted on sending us three bottles of champagne. Jude had flatly refused to help us drink them, apparently feeling responsible for our drunk asses and realizing, correctly, that he was the last sober line of defense between Jesse and a stampede of horny drunk chicks. So Jesse had ended up ordering Flynn, on threat of dismissal, to drink with us.
I was pretty sure Flynn was short-pouring his own refills though, just like I was, making sure they were ten percent champagne, ninety percent bubbles.
We never said it out loud but at some point in the night Flynn, Jude and I had definitely colluded to get Jesse trashed.
I watched him stagger a little as he sat down on the bed and yanked off his boots. I then shrugged off my lucky leather jacket, tossed it aside, and did something stupid.
I decided to help Jesse Mayes get undressed.
I couldn’t help it. Seeing him all cute and wobbly and drunk, I felt this ridiculous but overwhelming protective urge, maybe because he’d been so protective of me with the whole roadie-blowjob thing. Maybe it was stupid and misguided, but I really wanted to look after him. I felt like it was my duty as fake girlfriend.
And I got down on my knees to do it.
“Don’t worry, babe,” he told me. “I don’t always get wasted after a show. Wouldn’t wanna disappoint you with whiskey dick.”
I laughed and struggled to undo his jeans, which had an incredibly stubborn zipper. Or else I was just that drunk. He let me do it, leaning back on his hands to enjoy the show as I fumbled.
When I glanced up, his dark eyes were hooded, though not with drink. Clearly he was enjoying the fuck out of this.
“You are not that drunk,” I accused.
“Am I?” A grin spread across his face.
I squinted at him, but admittedly my judgment was more than a little impaired. There were two of his sexy faces smiling down at me.
Shit. In the silent stillness of the hotel room, I was way more drunk than I’d thought.
I sat back on my heels. “I thought you were totally wasted. You drank like five million drinks.”
“Nope. Like watching you down on your knees, trying to figure out how to get my pants off though.”
After that, I let him figure it out himself. Which didn’t take long, because by the time I’d stepped out of the bathroom with my makeup removed, teeth brushed and pj’s on, he was in bed.
I’d splurged on the matching camisole and pj pants yesterday, just for the tour. They were flattering but didn’t exactly scream I want to get boned. Normally I slept naked, but I figured that was a dangerous habit to keep up in Jesse’s presence.
I turned off the light, but Jesse had switched on a lamp by the bed. I knew he could still see me. I also knew he was naked because every inch of skin that I could see was bare, and the one area that was just barely covered with the corner of the sheet had a definite tent-like shape.
He followed my gaze to his blatant erection, then grinned a cocky grin. “Just wanted to make sure I could. In case you wanted to.”
“Wanted to what?” I crossed my arms over my chest and stared down at him.
He waggled his eyebrows, making me laugh.
He was teasing me. I knew that much. This was all a game to him. A game he played well and probably often.
I saw the way those women looked at him tonight—all of them. If I’d had any doubt before, there was no doubting it now. Jesse Mayes could get it anywhere, any way, and with pretty much whomever he wanted. And yet he’d promised not to get it at all while I was around. Which meant I couldn’t really blame the guy for giving me a hard time.
I let myself take a good look at his almost-naked perfection, once, those unsettling questions rolling again through my mind.
How far would I go for two hundred grand?
Not that far.
How far would I go for Jesse Mayes?
Undecided.
I took a breath and shored up my courage. No matter how unsure I was, I had to set my limit with him, now, or I was fucked. Literally.
So I told him as breezily as I could, “Not tonight, handsome.” Then I climbed into the empty bed, pulling the covers up tight around my chin.
“G’night, beautiful.” His voice was low and gravelly from use as he turned off the lamp by his bed.
“Good night, Jesse.”
I breathed quietly in the dark, my toes still tapping to “Suga Suga”… more or less waiting to see if he was gonna make a move.
He didn’t.
I glanced over and I could just make out his arm, tossed over his face, his wrist over his eyes, and it was so fucking sexy. I could stare at him all night, the faint light from the window skimming the long curves of his smooth, golden skin…
He shifted, sinking deeper into the bed and exhaling. His hand went to his crotch. I watched as he cupped his cock and adjusted himself. He pulled the sheet up over himself. Then he breathed deeply and went still.
Sadly, truly pathetically, I felt bad. Bad that Jesse Mayes had to waste a perfectly good erection on my behalf.
I also felt hornier than I’d ever felt in my life.
The things I wanted to do to him, right now, in the dark, made me blush… and at the same time, made my clit throb, my pussy clenching with need as I resisted the urge to climb into bed with him. Maybe I did need a vibrator. How the hell else would I make it through the next six weeks without molesting Jesse in his sleep?
Hopefully I was just drunk enough that I would s
oon pass out and forget how good it felt to be in his arms tonight… the feel of his kisses all over my face, my neck…
I like you in pink.
I groaned, quietly, jamming my mouth with the pillow to silence myself. I rolled over, turning my back to him, and wondered if I’d made a gigantic mistake agreeing that this whole thing was just for show.
Because I wanted him. I couldn’t help wanting him.
I’d had his body against mine, his hands on me, his tongue in my mouth… and worse, I’d seen that look in his eyes. The one that said I want to fuck you. It was a look I hadn’t experienced up close in far too long.
I listened to the soft rumble of his low, deep breaths as he drifted into sleep. And yes, I wanted him.
I could admit that much to myself here in the dark.
I’d never wanted anyone more.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
* * *
Katie
The next day we said goodbye to Maggie and Brody. They flew home to Vancouver, and I was sorry to see them go. I liked them both, and since the two of them were the business end of this whole thing, I figured I was safe with them around. Safe from what, I wasn’t sure.
Having my underpants charmed off by Jesse Mayes?
Um, too late. I’d already stumbled over that line with my strip tease and now dangled precariously on the precipice over the danger zone. I feared, as the minutes ticked by, that there was very little keeping me from diving pussy-first off that cliff.
As if reading my hormones, Maggie’s parting words to me were, “If you value your sanity keep it in your pants. He won’t.” Then she hugged me, kissed me, and left me standing on the curb in my overpriced new clothes with Flynn, my ever-present, muscular shadow.
Then I flew with the band from Montreal to Toronto—first class; the tour trucks had made the drive last night to set up for tonight’s show. When we landed, we were whisked to a TV studio where Jesse did an interview with a live audience, in which he answered a bunch of questions about his new girl—me. Which was surreal, for me, though he handled it with incredible professionalism. Somehow he kept it light and mysterious, giving up little detail about our personal life while confirming that yes, he and Elle were a thing of the past, and yes, he was head-over-heels for one Katie Bloom.
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