Devi said the only thing that really mattered was that he was good to me. She was probably right about that. And he was good to me.
So why did I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop?
I reached for him and he picked me up, spun me around, and sat me on the edge of the hood of Jude’s rental car. He spread my knees and stood between them, his back to the girls and the fence.
“What’s going on behind those big blue-greens of yours?” he asked, wrapping his arms around my waist.
I draped my arms around his shoulders and played with his hair. “I was just thinking I’ve got a new top five for you.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. Actually, I never signed that NDA… I could probably write an article instead. Sell it to a magazine. Cosmo. No, Maxim.” I cocked an eyebrow at him. “Playboy?”
He grinned. “And what would this article be called?”
“Top Five Things Groupies Say to Jesse Mayes Outside a Show.”
He laughed. “I can think of a few.”
“Uh-uh. Got it covered. You wanna hear?”
“Do I.”
“Okay. Number five.”
“A countdown. I like it already.”
“Wait for it.”
“I’m waiting.”
I gathered my breath, laughed, making him grin, then drew a breath again, smacking his arm when he laughed. “Wait!” I gave it my breathiest, most girlie voice. “’Is Zane here?’”
Jesse laughed, loud. “Shit. That’s bang on. I would’ve thought that one was higher than number five though.”
“Nope.”
“So what’s my answer to that question?”
“Like you don’t know.”
“Just wanna see if you’re paying attention.”
“Well, you handle it quite well, actually, with grace and charm. Usually with some sort of casual deflection. My favorite was when you said, ’If you see him, tell him he owes me five bucks.’”
“He does owe me five bucks.”
“Number four. ’How can I get backstage?’”
“Right.”
“Though there are several variations on this one, including ’Where’s the party after the show?’ and ’I’ll do anything to get backstage.’”
“Oh, my.”
“Yep. But I’ve figured out that all of the above are just groupie code.”
“Groupie code?”
“Uh-huh. For ’Please fuck me tonight.’”
“Wow.”
“Like you didn’t know. Sadly, for the groupies, you also deflect this question. Onto Jude. Who doles out the backstage passes as he sees fit, depending on his mood.”
“Lucky Jude.”
“Lucky road crew. What the groupies don’t know is that Jesse Mayes, while horny as fuck after a show, does not fraternize with groupies backstage. However, some of his crew do.”
“Consolation dick?”
I laughed and wrapped my legs around his hips as he pressed in closer. “Number three. ’I totally love you.’ This one weirds me out a little. I think this comes from the ladies who would actually love it if you’d father their love child, even though they don’t actually know you.”
“I do have an incredible amount of children scattered across the globe.”
“Gross.” I gave him my most unimpressed look. “Number two. ’Will you sign my…’ insert naked body part here.”
“That is a popular one.”
“I’ve actually come to respect this one. I’ve noticed that the girls who ask this question have come prepared, marker in hand, and have pretty much accepted the fact that you’re not going to fuck them, so they take the opportunity to have you rub the tip of a felt marker on their flesh, usually their breasts or their butt crack, while they bend over provocatively, as a three-second substitute.”
“The ultimate quickie?”
“It’s all very ejaculatory, if you think about it.”
“Sounds like you have.” He ran his finger over my cleavage. “Come to think of it, you’ve never asked for a Jesse Mayes original…”
“Number one,” I said, swatting his hand away.
“Can’t wait to hear this one.”
I tossed my hair and batted my eyelashes. “’Can I get a kiss?’ Or a hug, etcetera. You get the idea.”
“I do.” His hands were on my thighs now and he was working my skirt up around my hips. “And how do I handle that one?”
I glanced over his shoulder but Pepper was entertaining the shit out of those groupies with his crazy stories. “Well, I have to say, you give out the rather chaste kiss on the cheek for a horny rock star.”
Jesse unzipped his leather pants, freeing his gorgeous cock, hard and ready. I swallowed, my heart beating in my throat with the thrill of what I was pretty sure he was about to do. “Wouldn’t want my girlfriend to get jealous,” he murmured. He dragged me closer to him, to the very edge of the car, pulled the crotch of my panties aside, and filled me in one long, slow thrust.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he whispered into my ear, wrapping me in his arms.
“Oh, God…”
Jesse was fucking me, on a car, in full view of a bunch of his groupies. Not that those girls could tell what we were doing, exactly… at least I didn’t think they could.
Probably just looked like he was giving me a very… um… intimate hug?
“Look at us,” he whispered in my ear, “doing two things from your list at once…”
Holy shit. We totally were.
He started to move in a slow rhythm. He wasn’t just fucking me, he was pushing my boundaries. And I was starting to love having my boundaries pushed by this man.
Taking risks had never felt so good.
It’s like he was slowly chipping away at my doubts and replacing them with pleasure… joy… uninhibited ecstasy…
“Do you think they can see?” I whispered, breathless.
“Don’t care,” he said, kissing my neck. Then he licked his way up to my ear. “The more they see me loving you… the more they buy the music.”
And just like that…. total buzzkill.
Libido kill.
Mojo kill.
Everything felt unreal. Suspended. Slow-motion. I still felt him, still wanted him, still wrapped myself around him, but it was like he’d punched me right in the heart.
I closed my eyes.
But I let him finish fucking me.
Because I loved sex with Jesse Mayes. And apparently, Jesse Mayes loved sex with me.
He loved me helping him sell his music.
He just didn’t love me.
CHAPTER 28
KATIE
I rolled over on my back and stretched out on the cool mattress, letting the air conditioning breeze over my naked body. When my nipples peaked, I drew the sheet up around my ribs.
Jesse lay next to me, partly propped up on some pillows, his back to me as he read the morning paper. We were in a hotel. A really nice hotel. I snuggled closer to the warmth radiating off his body, burrowing myself into the curve of his back. I saw his cheek curve as he smiled.
“Morning, sunshine.”
“Mmm,” I mumbled. “I love that smell.”
“What smell?”
“Newsprint and newspaper ink. It reminds me of my dad.” I opened one eye and looked up to find him looking down over his shoulder at me. “Is that weird?”
He just grinned and went back to his paper. “You want breakfast?”
“Totally.”
“Good. The burnt bacon is waiting.”
I sat up a little and looked across the room. A room service cart had been set up in front of the enormous window, the white tablecloth aglow in the morning sun. A couple of mimosas sparkled in champagne glasses, one of them garnished with a little plastic sword loaded with maraschino cherries.
I flopped back on the bed and sighed. “Jesse, I really like it here. Can we stay?”
He turned to me again, this time rolling right over to face me. “Here
in bed?” He reached for me under the sheet and grasped my hip, pulling me against him.
“Mm-hmm… here in Texas.”
He leaned in, breathing on my neck. “You like Texas, babe?”
“Um, yeah.” I sighed as he started kissing me, sending little tingles of warmth through my body. “Pretty sure I fucking love Texas.”
He kissed his way down my throat. “Yeah?”
“Mm-hmm. It’s always sunny and dudes say y’all. What’s not to like?”
“Mmm,” he mumbled as he skimmed his lips over the swell of my breast. I wasn’t sure if that was an agreement or not. He captured my nipple in his teeth, making me cry out from the little sting of pain, my body stiffening.
“What happened to my burnt bacon?” I protested as he lapped his tongue over the hard pink peak, over and again, soothing the pain.
I relaxed beneath him and he shifted against me, his hips pressing down onto mine, his hard length against my softness. I wriggled under the unexpected pressure, his cock grinding against my clit. “Ah—!” I managed before his mouth claimed mine in a deep kiss, his tongue plundering my mouth.
I wriggled beneath him again. Before I could arrange myself comfortably he reached down, fisted his cock and dragged the smooth head down, slipping against the slick heat of my pussy. I spread my legs to give him access.
He groaned and rubbed himself against me again in a long, torturous stroke.
I started rocking against him, panting softly against his mouth. His lips hovered against mine, kissing softly, slowly. He pressed the head of his cock to my opening and kept kissing me, so gently. All the while I panted on the bed beneath him, hungry for more, wanting his possessive thrust, which didn’t come.
His dark eyes met mine as the head of his cock pushed into me. “Fuck, I love being in you,” he whispered.
Slowly, so slowly, he slid deeper, filling me.
The more they see me loving you… the more they buy the music.
I groaned as Jesse’s comment from last night came back. There was so much fucked up about that statement I didn’t even know where to start. I was pretty sure it was just one of those shitty things guys say without really hearing themselves say it and realizing how awful it sounds, that in the moment all his blood was thundering to his dick and he wasn’t thinking clearly about what he was saying. I was definitely sure I’d said some ridiculous things in my life, and I was willing to let that one slide. But shit.
The more they see me loving you…
That part was kind of killing me. The mere implication that he loved me, when it wasn’t true.
But I didn’t want to ruin this. Any of it. Whatever this was that was happening between us.
I let my hips settle on the bed and just felt him, his heat, his weight, as he braced himself on his elbows above me and slowly swept his tongue into my mouth. I spread my knees as wide as I could to accommodate him as he sank gradually deeper, until he settled against me.
“I fucking want you, Katie,” he said when he came up for air, his voice rough, his dick buried inside me.
And yeah, I was just gonna let last night slide. Because he also said things like that. A lot.
He pressed his forehead to mine and I squeezed my thighs around him. He kissed me again, slowly, and I kissed him back, frantically. I felt his cock pulse inside me and that was it. I lost it. I rocked against him, desperate for friction, throbbing with need.
“Please,” I whispered, riding his cock from beneath, the inch or so I could maneuver, my hips pinned between his body and the bed. I squeezed him as hard as I could, sucked on his tongue when he thrust into my mouth again, grasped his ass with my fingers and tried like hell to urge him to fuck me. Hard.
Our mouths fused together in a deepening kiss and his breaths started to deepen, his chest moving against mine. My body undulated beneath his, urging him on.
Finally he lifted his hips, drawing back, dragging his swollen dick out of me, slowly.
Then he rammed himself back in.
I groaned and writhed beneath him, meeting his thrusts as he began fucking me, so fucking slowly. He raised himself above me, propped up on one arm, and planted the other hand on my hip, holding me still as he thrust into me, again and again. It was so slow and so fucking good and so deep, I was gonna come so hard just lying there beneath him, feeling him drag himself in and out. My pussy clamped down on him and I squeezed my thighs around his hips, holding him to me as I peaked.
I threw my head back and cried out. I think I swore a few times. For all I knew, I was speaking in tongues. My toes twitched. My nipples throbbed. The pleasure burst through me in a shower of stars.
He shoved in deep and I felt his cock pump inside me as he came. He groaned and clutched my breast. His head dropped, his silken curls just brushing my chest.
I reached up and cupped his face even as I heaved to catch my breath. He kissed the palm of my hand. He looked up, his gaze colliding with mine. I felt him jerk inside me and he moved his hips in a few more small thrusts, his eyes closing as he rode the aftershocks of pleasure.
Jesse in pleasure… it totally wrecked me.
“Ah… more,” I managed to gasp as another wave crested in my clit, my whole body pulsing with lust. His eyes opened, meeting mine. He was still so swollen, filling me as I rode him, seeking another release. I probably could’ve gotten off on the look on his face alone.
Then he pinched my nipple lightly and my breath caught in my throat as the second climax tore me apart, hot and fast.
“Oh… fuck…” I heard myself groan as I melted into the bed, my body still humming with pleasure.
I didn’t even realize I’d shut my eyes until I opened them to find Jesse staring at me, his dark eyes hazed with lust. His lips were swollen from kissing me, his hair all sexed up. His dick was still in me, gradually softening but still filling me. He licked his lips and ran his hand down from my breast to my pussy.
“Yeah… more,” he whispered huskily as his thumb found my clit.
I panted at his touch, but this time I didn’t close my eyes. I watched his face as he watched me, my body arching off the bed as pleasure crashed through me again.
◊◊◊
I really could’ve stayed in bed all day, but Jesse insisted we get up to eat.
He lifted the lids off the dishes to reveal fresh fruit, bacon and pancakes with real Canadian maple syrup for me, bacon and an omelet for him. There was a jug of fresh-squeezed orange juice and a bottle of champagne to keep the mimosas flowing. And there was Jesse, sitting in his boxer briefs next to me.
Perfection.
“I was thinking,” he said as we ate. “Every day, everything’s always about me, you know? You never get anything that’s just for Katie.”
“So? It’s your tour.” And really, Katie got plenty. Between the room service and the shopping, the spa treatments and the fine restaurants and the clubbing, I wasn’t exactly suffering here.
“Yeah. But I’ve canceled all my other shit so we can make today all about you.”
“Really?” I had no idea what “all about you” meant, but I liked it already. I gestured over at the sex-rumpled bed and raised an eyebrow. “So that was all for me?”
“Nope. That was for me.” He munched his bacon and grinned. “I’m a selfish bastard. But as of right now, it’s Katie Day.”
“Which means?”
“Which means you get a present.”
“Cool,” I said, my stomach doing a weird flip-flop thing. “Because I totally love presents.” Especially if they’re from Jesse in his underwear over post-sex breakfast, apparently.
He went to one of the closets and got out a long, flat gift-wrapped box, about the length of his arm. He brought it over to me and my heart thudded too hard as he put it in my lap. It was sorta heavy and made a little rattling noise.
“Open,” he commanded.
I unwrapped it. Inside the box was a skateboard. A really fucking cool skateboard with cherries painted on it. I laug
hed. “What the fuck is this?” I looked up at Jesse, beaming. He was watching me, and licked his bottom lip like he was waiting for my reaction.
I smoothed my hand over the length of the board and turned it over.
“You like it?”
“It’s awesome!” I dropped it on the carpet and started riding it around the room. “What made you think of this?”
He shrugged, playing it cool, but I could see the happy sparkle in his eyes as he topped up our mimosas. “The other day when we stopped for burgers on the road, there was that roller-skating place, remember?”
“Yeah. So?”
“So, you got all nostalgic and fairy-eyed and said you missed your wheels.”
“I did not get fairy-eyed.” I rolled my eyes, but he was right. I did miss my skateboard, hard. Besides Devi and my dog, it was the hardest thing to be without. I didn’t bother bringing it on the road because I figured there’d be no place and no time to ride it. I was wrong about that. I’d even considered buying one a few cities back, but then I figured it would be too hard for Flynn to do his thing if I was on a board.
“How the hell is Flynn gonna follow me around on this?” I jerked to a dead stop. “Do not tell me you got him one.” The mental image of my ultra-reserved, ex-military badass security guard tailing me on a skateboard was too fucking much. I threw my head back and laughed so hard tears welled in the corners of my eyes.
“You done?” Jesse asked after a moment, but he laughed too.
“Oh, shit.” I wiped the tears away. “Okay. Shit. I’m better.”
“No board for him,” he said. “He’ll just have to figure it out.”
I hopped off and popped the board up into my hand. I couldn’t find a brand logo anywhere on it. “It’s gorgeous. Where did you get it? It’s custom made?”
“Just found a guy who makes them,” he said, like it was no big deal.
“You had a skateboard custom made for me in like two days?”
“No. But he had this one that he’d made and I talked him into selling it to me.”
I couldn’t stop grinning. “It’s amazing, Jesse. Thank you.” I leaned over and kissed him, my lips lingering longer than I meant them to. “Oh God,” I said, my voice all lusty. “You taste like bacon and champagne.”
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