Rock Star Romance Ultimate Volume 2

by Mankin, Michelle

  But all I got out of Jesse on that topic were one-word answers. Any chance he got, he brought up my sketchbook again, asking how long I’d been drawing and what kinds of things I drew. I answered his questions as vaguely as I could. I never felt comfortable talking about my art. Maybe because I had so little to show for my aspirations. But I was definitely enjoying watching Jesse try to sort it out.

  All along, I knew what he was really asking. He wanted to know if I’d ever drawn him.

  I didn’t think he’d actually come out with it, but by the end of dinner, as he stared me down while I finished the last few bites of my pie, I almost broke. Instead, I channeled all my sexual frustration into licking the last bit of fruit filling from my fork. Slowly. It was blueberry. I would’ve ordered cherry if they had any, but he got the point. By now, I knew the guy must’ve been bursting at the seams from lack of sex. I knew I was.

  “You gonna tell me if I’m in your book, cherry pie?” he pretty much growled.

  Of course he was, but I wasn’t about to offer up that information. His ego was bloated enough.

  “Why? You were wondering?” I slid my fork back in my mouth for one last lick. The way he watched my tongue defile the utensil pretty much said it all.

  “You know I was.”

  I set the fork down on my empty plate and shrugged. “Seeing as you already get your ego stroked multiple times a day by your adoring fans, I really didn’t think you’d also need me to stroke you.”

  Damn. I was getting pretty good at this flirting thing. The smoldering glint in Jesse’s dark eyes told me so. I was pretty sure that last comeback was wood-worthy.

  I sat back in my seat, content in the knowledge that if his cock was throbbing half as hard as my clit was, I’d done my job.

  Lucky for me, I had a couple of hours to burn, alone, back at the hotel after this. Well, not alone. With my new vibrating friend.

  Jesse, poor guy, had another appointment.

  And since I was only his fake girlfriend, it really wasn’t my problem.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  * * *

  Katie

  After dinner, Flynn drove me back to the hotel in his rental car. All the way there I wondered if I’d taken things too far. Was I being a bitch? I thought we were having fun, but the burning look Jesse gave me as he got into the other car with Jude was worrying me. He never even said goodbye.

  I was trying to decide if I should text him to say sorry, when Flynn parked us in front of the hotel and came around to open my door. I didn’t know Jesse well enough to know how to navigate this sort of faux pas. I didn’t even know for sure if I’d pissed him off or if this was all just part of his game. Maybe he thought I was a cock tease and he regretted hiring me, but for all I knew, he just wanted to make me sweat.

  I got out of the car, then almost fell back in when Jesse loomed outside the door.

  I glanced over at the other car, where Jude had pulled in behind us. Jesse grabbed my hand, pulling me with him. “Hang out,” he ordered Flynn. That was it. No mention of what we were doing or when he’d be back as he yanked me toward the hotel.

  I hurried to keep up with his long-legged stride. He stalked through the lobby so fast that if any fangirls had been hanging around, they might not even recognize his blur.

  “Um, don’t you have an appointment?” As far as I knew he was supposed to be doing a radio interview with Raf in like half an hour. But he punched the elevator button and said nothing while we waited for it to arrive. His jaw was granite, but I couldn’t tell for sure if he was mad or what.

  Was I about to get fired?

  My heart raced. I’d never been fired from anything before. Plus, I was really starting to enjoy the perks of this job.

  The elevator arrived and the very biggest perk of this job yanked me onto the elevator with him. An elderly couple joined us, but as soon as they got off on the fifth floor and the door shut, I started to apologize. “Jesse, I—”

  He turned to me, wrapped his hand around the back of my head and kissed me. Hard.

  And holy hell, the man could kiss.

  I could barely keep up with the demands of his mouth. Every time he kissed me it was different; this time it was fast, hungry and dominant, his tongue plundering my mouth. My knees buckled a little and I clung to his shirt collar as he fisted my hair.

  Jesse Mayes was kissing me. He was kissing me. In an elevator.

  Where no one could see us.

  “No one’s… um… here,” I managed between tongue-gropings, feeling light-headed as the elevator settled.

  “Don’t care,” he said, and crushed his mouth to mine again.

  The elevator door opened and he ripped himself away, yanking me down the hall. I staggered along behind him. What the hell was going on?

  He pulled me into our room, slammed me up against the door and kissed me again. And I let him. I kissed him back, harder, faster.

  Then an ugly thought leapt from the dizzying pool of my thoughts.

  The bet.

  The motherfucking bet.

  He was trying to make me lose the bet.

  I wrenched my mouth away from his, panting for breath. “Wait,” I gasped.

  “Tired of waiting,” he panted, kissing my neck.

  “It’s only been like a week.”

  “Try two goddamn months,” he mumbled against my skin. “Never waited this long for a girl. Any fucking girl.”

  “Two months?” I asked, confused. “Since we met?”

  “Since we shot the video and I started thinking about doing this.” He gripped me under my knees, hitched my bare thighs up around his hips and thrust against me. I wrapped my legs tight around him and he growled into my neck, dry-humping me against the door like he wanted to fuck me right through it. “Fuck, Katie,” he groaned.

  I almost lost it right there. It was the tone of his voice, like he was starving for me. But I tried like hell to keep my head. Because I had no idea if I could trust my instincts on this, or if my wires were just short-circuiting from hormonal overload.

  I looked up at the ceiling. It had been a long, agonizing week, and I needed to come so badly I was afraid I’d explode all over him if he looked at me wrong. I still hadn’t tried out my new vibrator. Because I was an idiot, apparently. I’d gotten myself off in the shower a couple of times, quickly, but that was just barely keeping me sane. It was nowhere near satisfying the desire I had for the man currently wrapped between my legs to fuck the living hell out of me. And if he kept grinding up against me like this… fuck. I felt like a live wire about to go off in a shower of sparks.

  “What about the bet?” I panted, shoving at his chest to hold him off as he sucked on my neck. “How do we know when someone loses the stupid bet?”

  “Whoever comes first?”

  I laughed nervously. “Uh-uh.” I bit my lip as he ran his tongue up my throat and nibbled my ear. The man’s oral fixation was turning me into a panting, quivering mess. “Whoever touches the other person’s goodies first.”

  He looked at me. “Goodies?” Incidentally, his fingertips were mere inches from mine, since his hands were digging into my ass as he gripped me tight against him.

  “You know what I mean. Dick. Pussy. No touching.”

  I could’ve sworn I saw flames leap to life in the dark depths of his eyes as he swiped his tongue over his lip. “I like it when you say dirty words.” Then he kissed his way down my throat as I clutched at his muscular back, trying not to dissolve in a puddle of ecstasy.

  “What’s the matter, Jesse?” I pretty much purred, pretending like hell that this wasn’t driving me insane. Maybe I was a good actress. “You wanna touch my pussy?”

  He growled and picked me up, hauling me to the bed. I screamed as he swung me around and laughed, again nervously, as he tossed me on my back on the bed.

  Jesse wasn’t laughing as he followed me onto the bed on his knees. “Those are fighting words, woman.” He hooked his arms under my legs and yanked me toward him,
so my dress bunched up around my waist and my crotch ended up in his lap. Then he lowered himself onto me, ramming the hard bulge in his jeans against me.

  Before I could protest, he kissed me. Then he tore off his shirt, losing at least one button in the process. I heard it hit the wall as I gripped the bedspread beneath me, trying to resist putting my hands on his naked chest. But as he thrust against me, I couldn’t stop myself from riding up and down a bit on the hard package in his jeans. His heat was soaking through the thin cotton of my panties, creating hot, maddening friction.

  He yanked my sundress and bra down, baring my breasts. Then he leaned down and groaned, running his tongue over the peak of one nipple as I panted beneath him.

  Fuck. Too much. Too fucking fast.

  “This wasn’t on your no-touch list…” He flicked my hard, throbbing nipple with his tongue and I gasped. Fuck—it totally wasn’t. Major oversight. I grabbed his hair in fistfuls meaning to stop him.

  He didn’t stop.

  He totally ignored my grip on his hair and my attempts to squirm away, and sucked my nipple into his mouth.

  I cried out.

  My heart was going full-throttle, like a runaway train. I tried to relax, giving in for just a sec so my heart wouldn’t explode. I tried to collect my scrambled thoughts but words were totally failing me.

  I tried to reason that he was trying to make me lose.

  I knew he was, and I couldn’t afford to lose to him. If I did that, I’d be setting myself up for a world of hurt. A world in which Jesse Mayes could use me up and toss me away like yesterday’s lay.

  I definitely wanted to let him tear off my clothes and fuck the hell out of me, repeatedly, but I couldn’t. Not like this. Not when I didn’t know if it was just about the bet or just about him wanting something he couldn’t have, or about anything at all other than him just wanting me.

  “Wait,” I said, but I sounded all breathy and turned on and I might as well have screamed, More, please! He growled something against my skin as he licked his way to the other nipple. He nipped my taut flesh with his teeth and the pleasure shot straight to my clit. I was throbbing, gasping, desperate for more...

  Which was okay, I told myself. It was okay because I had my secret weapon. I had my shiny new vibrator and I was more than ready to take it for a test run. I’d even charged it up yesterday while Jesse was at the gym. And I had nothing else to do for the next couple of hours.

  Jesse, on the other hand, had an appointment to get to.

  “Wait. Stop,” I panted, a little more vehemently, and he lifted his head. His lust-hazed eyes locked on mine. I was so caught up in fighting my own response I hadn’t quite clocked his; the man was panting like a very large, very horny animal.

  There was a knock on the door. “Jesse? Katie, you in there?”

  Raf. Probably wondering where the fuck Jesse was.

  “Coming!” I called out.

  Jesse glared at me. I just smiled, shakily, and once he untangled himself and lifted his big, hard body off mine, I tucked my breasts away. Then I got up and dashed over to the door to let Raf in before Jesse could stop me.

  I didn’t hear a thing the two of them said. I just smiled and watched Raf’s lips move, and nodded at what I thought were the appropriate places. I did not look at Jesse. Or his crotch. Though I was dying to know how he was managing to disguise and/or tame his hard-on.

  From the corner of my eye I saw him put on a new shirt. He kissed me goodbye and gave me a regretful, heated look, then they were gone.

  I leaned against the closed door for several minutes just listening to my heartbeat slam in my ears, recalling in excruciating, throbbing detail how Jesse had rammed me up against this door only minutes before. I stared at the tousled bed where we’d just been making out like fiends.

  Without an audience.

  Shit.

  I didn’t even care about the stupid bet anymore, although I didn’t like letting the man win. I definitely didn’t want to be his latest fuck-me-and-forget-me. But I seriously didn’t know how much longer I could hold out and keep my sanity.

  I was literally shaking with desire.

  I dove to the bottom of my suitcase and unzipped the compartment where I’d stashed the vibrator and lube. I didn’t even bother undressing. I just flopped on the bed, exactly where I’d been when Jesse was on top of me, and propped myself up on some pillows. I could still smell him on me. If I worked fast… yeah, if I concentrated, I could still feel him.

  I pulled down my sundress and my bra, exactly like he had, and skimmed my fingers over my breast, imagining what he’d felt when he licked me there, when he sucked my nipple into his mouth. I jacked up my dress to get at my panties and wiggled them down a bit.

  I cradled the palm-length vibrator in my hand. It was a glossy, iridescent pink, shaped like a small, flattened cigar with a slight curve at one end. I set it to buzz on one of its many settings; the buzz was steady but not obnoxiously loud. And as much as I would’ve preferred to come all over Jesse, I was incredibly relieved that I was finally going to do this.

  Repeatedly.

  I just couldn’t fucking take it anymore.

  I squeezed some lube onto the vibrator. It was cherry-flavored and smelled fucking amazing. I thought about how Jesse called me cherry pie and bit my lip.

  When I ran the vibe down between my legs, I pretty much imagined it was his hand. Or his dick. Or his dick in his hand. Caressing me, up, down, around. Buzzing object aside, it wasn’t hard to imagine. I’d only been fantasizing about it since the day I met him.

  The vibrator sent a pleasurable buzz through my core and I relaxed into the sensation. When I ran the slippery, curved end over my clit and imagined it was Jesse’s tongue, the rush was so intense I was afraid I’d come in two seconds, so I eased back off that line of thought. Might as well enjoy this for a bit.

  I tried to just concentrate on my breathing and not picture Jesse, but when I did that all I could picture was Jesse. I felt his hungry kisses on my neck, his strong hands on my ass, his body hard and pumping heat into mine. I heard the tap of the key card and the click of the door handle but my reaction was delayed. As the door swung open, I jumped, yanking out a pillow from behind my head. By the time Jesse strode into the middle of the room and the door swung shut behind him, I’d just managed to cover up with the pillow. More or less.

  Jesse just stood there, staring at me.

  The vibrator was still buzzing in my hand. It took a few tries but I managed to turn it off, then tossed it on the bed like a hot potato. Like he hadn’t already noticed it.

  It hit the bed and bounced onto the floor, landing at Jesse’s feet.

  He looked at it, then looked at me. His gaze swept down over my body, which was now wrapped around the pillow like a koala, and finally landed on the vibrator again. He picked it up and stared at it.

  Then he switched it on.

  Yep. I was about ready to die.

  The vibrator buzzed in Jesse’s fist. His gaze flicked from it to me. My face flushed hot and my brain scrambled for words. Say something. Anything!

  “I… um…”

  He switched the vibrator off. Then he swallowed, dragged his gaze over me again, and tossed the vibe on the bed.

  “Fuck,” he said.

  He turned, rubbed the back of his neck, looked around like he’d forgotten what he was doing, and made an awkward grab for something on the floor. Then he turned back to me. “Forgot my…” He held up his cell phone, which must’ve fallen out of his pocket when we were going at it. He stared at me.

  I bit my lip.

  “Fuck,” he said again. Then he adjusted himself in his jeans and walked out.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  * * *

  Jesse

  I was sitting in some club in Atlanta at a table covered in drinks, my boys gathered around, talking shit and drinking. It was Friday night, after the show. Half-naked dancers were grinding up on poles between the tables. The dance floor was pack
ed, a mass of bodies pumping in the dark.

  Flynn was trying really fucking hard to keep his professional distance from some hot little blonde who was begging him to dance with her. Mick had some wasted redhead in his lap. Letty’s wife had come up from Florida and the two of them were going at it, his hand spread possessively on the round bulge of her pregnant belly.

  Next to me was an empty seat. Come to fucking think of it, it had been empty a while.

  Which was when it really hit me.

  It had started sometime after New York. After I’d walked in on Katie getting her sweet rocks off with a cherry-flavored vibrator.

  But fuck if I knew why it started.

  Before that, I knew she was hot for me. But damn. Never did I think I’d walk in on the woman pleasuring herself between dinner and drinks. If only I’d had the time to do something about it right then. But she hadn’t exactly asked me to join in. She just sat there looking super fucking embarrassed, while I stood there feeling like an ass for barging in. Like maybe I should’ve knocked? On the door of my own hotel room?

  I flushed hot like a fucking school kid, my dick getting hard as I remembered it. I could still see her, lying back on the bed, her cheeks flushed pink, dark hair clinging to her neck, still damp with sweat from our make out session, her bare tits saluting me as she grappled with a pillow trying to cover up, clinging to the thing like a fucking life preserver.

  She tossed the vibrator away like it was on fire, and fuck yeah, I picked it up. I had the little pink thing in my hand as I stood there staring at her, blood thundering to my dick. I clicked it on. The vibration was strong, and I could smell her on it. Cherry-vanilla sunshine and pure sex.

  I had a hard-on bordering on painful by the time I dragged my mind out of the memory, all the pent-up lust from every make out session we’d had since the start of the tour aching in each throb of blood through my veins. I’d wanted to fuck her senseless every fucking day.