by K E Osborn
Pulling the door back, I gesture for him to come inside, and he smiles and nods walking in. I close the door and follow him into my suite as he takes a seat on my bed. I walk over to the two-seater sofa and sit down.
“I’m having a crap morning, that’s all.” I tilt my head while I chew on my bottom lip. “Was there something you came here specifically to ask me?”
He claps his hands together. “Yes. Tomorrow night, in Montana… can we start the first of our extended sets?”
I furrow my brows, wondering why he came to my room to ask me this now. When he could have asked me that question on the jet, or at the airport, or even at the hotel in Montana.
“Yes, that’s the plan.”
“Epic,” he gushes looking me in the eyes.
I don’t want to be rude and be the first one to look away, but he isn’t looking away from me either, and now we’re looking at each other for a pass too long. It’s awkward, and I swallow hard as he chuckles, finally breaking my gaze and looking around my hotel room at the mess I’ve left it in.
“So… you do know the jet leaves in like an hour, right?” he asks.
“Shit!” I murmur as he chuckles to himself and stands up, moving around my room picking up pieces of clothing and starts piling them on the bed.
Furrowing my brows, I watch as he continues moving my shit around and feeling more and more uncomfortable.
“What are you doing?”
Jett turns to me, picking up a pair of my bras from the floor with a sly smirk when there’s a knock at the door. He turns and steps over to the door, with my bras dangling from his fingers and pulls the door back.
Standing there is Mercs, his backpack over his shoulder with a hard look on his face.
My breath catches in my throat.
Mercs’ eyes drift down to the bra in Jett’s fingers, and then back up to his eyes. The cold glare he gives Jett leaves nothing to the imagination as his face contorts in undeniable rage. Dropping his backpack to the floor with a thud, he steps forward grabbing Jett forcefully by his collar shoving him back through the door with a grunt.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Jett snarls.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you little prick?” Mercs retaliates.
Jett starts to chuckle as he brings his hands up knocking Merc’s grip from his collar and taking a step back.
My heart is racing as I watch the two men face off in front of me. I want to get in between them, but I know I need to stand back and let Mercs handle it as I’m not sure what’s really going on with him right now.
“I’m just helping her pack, and I came to ask about our extended set. So what’s your damn issue?”
“My fucking issue is you in here, holding Effa’s bra, with her half naked, and thinking you have a damn chance. But I have news for you, she’s mine. So get the fuck out before I throw you out.”
I raise my brow at Mercs’ harsh words, not in surprise but in awe. Seems maybe I have it wrong. Maybe he didn’t leave my room out of fear, or not wanting to be with me. Perhaps I worked it all up in my own mind and there’s another reason for his leaving. But I have to admit, watching him go all alpha on Jett’s ass like this is kind of hot.
Jett tosses the bra to one side, shrugs his shoulders and starts to head for the door. “I’ll catch you later, cupcake.”
Mercs quickly stalks behind Jett, and once Jett has opened the door, Mercs gives him one almighty shove and slams the door behind him.
My head tilts to the side. “Hmmm…” I murmur as he turns around stalking back toward me. His eyes glaze over and become hooded as he steps up in front of me.
“When you’re wearing something as damn sexy as that…” he runs his eyes up and down my body appreciatively, “… it should be reserved only for me. My eyes should be the only ones that see you dressed like this.”
His hands reach out and pull me to him. I let out a gasp as our bodies connect. Mercs’ hand slides up and grabs a bunch of my hair and yanks me forward. His lips burning mine as they touch forcefully, and with such intensity, in a passionate kiss.
My body instantly reacts to him and my hands rush around his back as I melt into him. We continue to kiss, his tongue dancing with mine. I’m not sure how, but he intensifies the kiss and pushes me into my bedroom against the wall. His body now encasing mine and pushing so hard, all I feel is him against my bare skin. Everything about this is a massive turn on, and if it wasn’t for the fact that we need to catch a flight soon, we would be taking this to the next level. But unfortunately, I need to cool this down so I can pack and we can leave in time to catch our flight.
I slowly stop the kiss, and Mercs pulls back looking into my eyes as we both pant for breath. He leans his forehead on mine and we both stare at each other for a few seconds.
“Mercs, as much as I want this to go further, I need to pack. We have a plane to catch in less than an hour.”
“I’ll help you pack, even though that’s the last thing I want to do. I want to remove your underwear, and take you right here, right now.”
I clear my throat, knowing he’s serious but we just don’t have time. A knock sounds on the door and he groans and rearranges his cock in his pants. I can see that it’s straining against his jeans and must be uncomfortable.
“That better not be that fucker back again.”
“Mercs, I kinda like this protective side of you.”
Mercs smirks at me and then moves to the door, while I start to get dressed. I hear the door open and Luke begins to speak. “Why are you two still in here. The bus is ready to leave, get your fucking asses into gear now.”
“Effa’s just packing the last of her things, we’ll be down soon.”
“Make sure you are. Everyone’s waiting.”
I hear the door close, and Mercs steps back into the bedroom and starts to help pack up all my scattered clothing from across the floor. Looking to him, I wonder where he went last night and figure we have to talk about this on the jet.
Knowing that he came back sets my mind at ease, but also knowing that he left has me slightly unsettled. Not only that, I’m sure he has a few questions about Jett being in my room and me in my underwear.
This is going to be an uncomfortable flight.
Chapter Fourteen
MERCS
As we walk onto the plane most of the crew and Swift Division are already here. With my hand on Effa’s back, we continue down the aisle toward the back that’s sectioned off by a red curtain.
As we walk past Jett, I glare at him as he blatantly looks at Effa.
“Hey cupcake,” Jett calls out as she walks past him. “Sit with me and keep me company?”
“Jett, take it down a notch,” Effa snaps without looking back.
With a shake of my head, I continue walking, escorting Effa through the red curtain as she looks back at me rolling her eyes.
We both take a seat, and I reach over helping Effa with her seatbelt. She giggles and raises her brow.
“I could have done that myself.”
“I know.”
Amanda the hostess walks through the red curtain and smiles at us. “Sorry to bug you, guys, but can you turn all your devices to flight mode now, please. We’re about to take off.”
“Thanks Amanda.”
“I’ll be back shortly, once we are in the air with some refreshments.” She quickly exits and we are left alone to finally discuss what happened this morning.
“I’m just going to put it out there… why the hell was Jett fucking Jones in your room with you practically naked?”
Her body slumps and she sighs. “So to answer that question, I need to ask you one first. Why did you leave in the middle of the night? I woke up and you were gone. Imagine how I felt this morning, after us stopping an intimate moment last night, because of my past?”
Fuck! I’ve fucked up here, I should have left her a note, woken her up, anything rather than just leaving. “I didn’t leave in the middle o
f the night, I left this morning just to go pack because I knew we had to leave early. You looked so fucking peaceful sleeping that I didn’t want to disturb you. I never thought leaving would give you the impression that I had actually left because of our conversation last night. I’m sorry I did that. I certainly never meant to cause any doubt in me. I was always coming back to you, Effa.”
“Oh… well, in answer to your question from before, I honestly thought you had left me, the band, the tour… I don’t know, everything. My mind went into overdrive thinking that you had gone and left me without a word. I was angry, upset, hurt… and so when there was a knock on the door and I was half dressed, I answered it thinking… hoping it was you. But it was him. At that point in time, I didn’t really care whether I was dressed or not. I’m comfortable in my own skin, so I just thought I would see what he wanted. Then you came back and… here we are.”
Exhaling, I nod and reach out taking her hand in mine. My thumb smoothing over the back of her hand for her comfort, and mine. “I’m sorry, Effa. I should have left you a note. But I’m not sorry for treating Jett the way I did.”
She grins, shaking her head. “I’m not sorry about that either. I found it hot the way you fought for my honor like that. I’m just annoyed at myself that I jumped to conclusions. I should have had more faith in you… more trust that you didn’t leave me. I guess I have more of a hang up about my past than I thought.”
The plane rattles as it ascends higher into the air mid takeoff. The vibration of the jet taking the intensity of the moment to a heightened level. Shaking my head, I tighten my grip on her hand. “Stop! Don’t put yourself down. I know I said I needed some time, but honestly Effa, it’s fine.” I look into her eyes, mine hooded with lust. Tension rippling within me as emotion rages through my soul. I gaze into her stunning green eyes and she looks at me through her long lashes. Both our chests heave as I tighten my hand on hers and narrow my eyes. “You’re mine and I’m going to make damn sure you forget everything about your past. I’m going to make damn sure you forget about everyone else, that I’m the only guy running through your mind. I will be the only man taking your pleasure from now on and you better not forget these words.”
She swallows a lump in her throat, blinking a few times in what looks like shock. “I won’t, I’ll try hard to never doubt you again.”
“Good. The seatbelt sign just turned off. Go to the bathroom… Now,” I demand and she opens her eyes wide as a small smile creeps up on her face as she unbuckles her seatbelt and slowly slides out of the seat walking out of the back area. I watch her ass as she steps away and I rearrange my cock in my jeans while taking a deep steadying breath.
Sitting in my seat, I wait, giving Effa some time to become anxious about my arrival. Delayed gratification and all that.
The bathroom on the jet is much larger than the standard plane stalls. It has your usual toilet and basin, but this one also has a bench and a more prominent mirror area, and even a freaking shower alcove. The space gives you a bit of breathing room, in what honestly looks more like an opulent hotel bathroom.
The perks of a band’s private jet.
After about ten minutes, I rise and walk to the bathroom. Casually, I look around, but no one is looking, and I step inside. Suddenly, Effa jumps on me, her legs wrapping around my waist and her mouth firmly planted on mine.
Delayed gratification always works.
I break the kiss and shove her up against the bench, my hand moving to her hair and making a fist as I look in her eyes deeply. “You let Jett into your room… you were practically naked.” I tug at her hair making her whimper as she begins to pant, and I grind my cock into her pussy. “Don’t ever do that again, Effa.”
Her body grinds on mine in answer.
“I told you I was going to make you forget him. I’m going to make you forget all of them.” I groan into her ear as I bite on her earlobe hard, causing a soft moan to escape her lips.
My lips connect to her throat, and I kiss down her neck, her skin is so soft and sweet I can hardly stand it, as my tongue darts out licking down the side of her neck to her collarbone. Her chest is heaving as she thrusts her breasts forward into my face. My hand on her back comes to the front fumbling with the buttons of her white peasant top, popping them open one by one as my tongue follows behind the opening buttons.
I pull open her top and plant kisses on her collarbone. She pushes herself toward me, the anger between us dissipating and turning into lust as I open the last of her buttons and yank open her top to reveal her breasts encased in a barely there pink lace bra.
My cock hardens even more, as she shrugs out of her top and it falls to the bench. I reach up with my free hand and unclip her bra singlehandedly. It falls between us, and she reaches down to throw it to the side as I yank on her hair pulling her head back again.
Effa groans and I latch my teeth around her nipple taking her taut bud into my mouth as I flick my tongue around her delicate flesh. She grinds her pussy into my cock harder, making it throb with need as my balls clench requiring release. I’ve needed her since I first saw her.
“Touch me, Kaden,” Effa murmurs.
I pull my lips from her nipple with a slight pop and smirk at her. She opens her eyes, they’re dark, hooded, and full of desire. We’re on the same page, and I let go of her hair moving both my hands to her tiny brown shorts, undoing the button and fly, and ripping them down along with her panties at the same time. Stopping at her feet, her cowboy boots are in the way, so I pull them off followed by her shorts and panties, leaving her completely naked. I glance back at her, and she looks amazing, completely bare, legs spread, and ready for me. She’s unashamed, body blushed pink and panting in a frenzy of lust.
She looks perfect.
Rushing forward, she reaches out for my belt buckle, and I grab her wrist to stop her. Her eyes fall as she frowns and I smile shaking my head. “No, you first, then us together,” I instruct.
Bringing her hand back behind her body and holding her in place, leaving only one of her hands and one of mine free. She smiles at me as I move in, my free hand gliding down the center of her stomach, she wriggles slightly like it might be tickling her as my hand moves in between her legs and cups her pussy while my mouth takes hers in a deep, passionate kiss.
Effa moans into my mouth as my finger presses on her clit and my tongue dances with hers. She grinds against my hand as I circle on her at the right pressure. Her pussy pulses and constricts against my finger as I rotate it. Little whimpers escape her throat while she rides the wave, higher and higher, toward the precipice of where I want her to be. I need her to feel good, so good that all she wants, all she can think about, is me. I’m a selfish bastard.
Her body begins to quiver, her back arching as her free hand grips tightly onto my bicep. I grip on to her other hand, pulling it up higher and tighter behind her back. Her kiss becomes languid and careless as she focuses all her energy on her impending orgasm. It builds inside her, the tension rippling off her in waves as she moans into my mouth, her body tightening and convulsing until it explodes, and she lets out a massive exhale. She breaks free from my kiss to get some air as her body sags in much-needed relief.
Letting her hand go behind her back, I bring my hands to my shirt and pull it off over my head as quickly as possible while she gains some strength. Then she moves in undoing my belt, making quick work of it and my button and zipper. My shirt flies across the room, and I drop my pants to the floor along with my briefs as I hear her gasp. I look up, as I step out of my Converse sneakers and pants to catch her staring, in what looks like awe, at my cock.
With a cocky grin, I move in between her legs and use my thumb to pull her chin up to look me in the eyes. “Your pleasure is mine.” My words are not a demand, they’re a promise, and her emerald green eyes stare up at me a little like a lost puppy. She nods as I grip my hands on her ass and lift her slightly. Her arms wrap around my neck and her legs around my ass as I gaze into her eyes deepl
y. I’m feeling a mixture of lust and affection rolling through me at once, and I’m not sure which one hits as I thrust forward hard, pushing my way inside of her.
Effa surrounds me, and I clench my eyes shut as the feeling of her surrounding my cock is too fucking good. She’s so tight as she whimpers and rolls her hips in just the right way. It’s like fucking magic as I draw back, then quickly slam back inside of her.
We both groan as our foreheads rest together panting and heaving as we try to adjust to the feeling of finally being joined. It’s almost too much. The lust, the energy, the emotions all wash over me, but I let them all go and just move, pulling back and then thrusting hard inside her.
“Oh, Kaden,” she moans, throwing her head back and clawing her nails into my shoulders as I continue to pump, hard, fast, and without pause.
Effa envelops me, her warmth wrapping around me entirely as I pulse and thrust inside of her. She feels so fucking good I want to burst. The muscles in my body all going tense with the energy and endorphins.
This is not how I pictured our first time—not in a damn bathroom—but seeing her in her underwear this morning with Jett has driven me crazy and I couldn’t go another moment without making her totally mine.
A shudder runs down my spine as my balls begin to tighten and draw up. I’m getting very close, and I know she is too, her muscles are contracting and spasming inside of her as she grinds down on my cock, riding me for all I’m worth.
“Kaden, I’m close.”
Hearing her say my name again, only heightens the experience for me. I groan pushing my mouth against hers, kissing her frantically, trying my hardest to bring us both to the brink. Moving my hand down between us, I press on her clit, and she lets out a throaty moan into my mouth as she convulses against me. Her back arches, her muscles tighten, and she moans loudly as everything tenses, including her pussy as it squeezes my cock, making me gasp from the undeniable surge of pleasure it sends straight to my balls.
Effa fires off her second orgasm as my balls pull up, a shudder runs down my spine and all my muscles contract. I thrust into her deep and pause, as my cock stiffens harder and I groan loudly as I unload heavily inside of her, draining everything I have.
