Manage Me (Toven's Circus #1)

by Marlowe Fox

"Oh I have more, honey pot, finger trap, the furburger, meat wallet, bearded taco, hair pie..." Before he can think of anymore,

  "Oh my god, just please stop." Nat is gasping for air as she laughs on my lap. I take this to, what else, do another shot.

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  Two hours pass and the first bottle of Patron is long gone. I can’t feel my tongue, my legs come and go, and its possible Ryker and Finn have both amazingly grown a couple extra heads.

  “Beauty? Beauty!? BEAUTY!!!”

  “Shhhh, you idiot. Nell is fine.” Finn says as he smacks my face.

  “Where is she? She needs me! THE BEAUTY NEEDS HER BEAST!!”

  I hear laughter but don’t understand why my Beauty’s in trouble is so funny to them.

  “Nell is fine. She is with Ashton downstairs.”

  All of a sudden I am standing and Nat has fallen right on her ass. Ryker has discovered the art of shooting beer through ones nose and is convulsing in a coughing fit. Finn is laughing hysterically in the booth.

  "What the fuck, Jay!?" Nat shrieks from the floor.

  "What do you mean they are down-fucking-stairs? There are naked guys down there!" I roar, sweeping the table of its contents with my arm, not seeing how fucking nuts I am being.

  "Dude, calm your tits, their fine." Ryker manages to get out.

  No way is she going to be fine. "What if one of the oily bastards tries to shake his balls in her face!?" This sentence proves to be too much and any sense of control he had is gone. I decide I haven't consumed enough liquid encouragement to face a bunch of naked guys, so I grab the remaining tequila bottle and chug the rest of it, before heading for the door. Don’t worry, there was less than a quarter left in it luckily or I might have ended up with alcohol poisoning.

  Thundering down the stairs and into the other clubs entrance, my head is spinning and I am staggering about. The music in here is just as lively and I start searching out Nell. I finally spot her in the most unlikely of places, on the stage dancing around like a pro. I zero in on her long legs, swaying hips, tight ass, and then she does the unthinkable, which causes a groan to escape my numb lips. One of those long legs wraps around the chrome pole and she swings around with a laugh.

  Just when I'm about to step towards her, the male asshole from the hallway comes up behind her wrapping her into a muscle bound cage. She laughs and starts swaying her hips into his groin, just like Nat was doing to me. Rage bubbles up and I swear I hear the Kill Bill music, as my vision turns red. Thrusting forward to the stage; I grab her legs, slinging her over my shoulder and head for the exit. She grunts, as I'm sure my shoulder just knocked the wind out of her.

  There are screams from the crowd and I hear the man whore shouting, “Put the girl down!”

  He makes a grab to stop me, I swing around and crash my fist into his pretty fucking face, before turning back and heading out of this devils snake pit. Storming up the stairs with Nell still slung over my shoulder, past a visibly shocked Ryker, Finn, and Ashton. Then towards the exit. A cab sits out front, I toss Nell in and climb in next to her.

  My whole world has started to spin, as my sweet innocent Beauty starts smacking me in the arm and cussing me out.

  "I." Smack, "Was." Smack, “Just." Smack, "Dancing." Smack "You." Smack "Fucker! What the hell is wrong with you?"

  Leaning my head back with a moan, she pauses in her assault. Just then my stomach flips, ejecting the tequila, and landing on Nell's pretty little lap.

  Chapter 12

  Nell

  Ryker helps Jaden down the hotels long hallway and I have the pleasure of digging into Jaden's pocket to find his key card. Jaden stumbles forward pinning my body and face against the door. He starts nuzzling the back of my neck before Ryker is able to pull him off.

  "Sorry, he escaped." He mumbles, hauling Jaden through the now open door. "Come on you giant quaff." Chuckling, Jaden stumbles forward, tripping on air, and landing on his face.

  "Fuck, motherfuck...” He grumbles into the carpet.

  "Guess that's what you get for vomiting on my Cavalli." I say standing over him glaring.

  "Yeah, that was your fault." He grunts.

  "My fault!? You’re the one who apparently can't hold your liqueur!" I see Ryker sneaking out the door "Stop! You too are in trouble and where the fuck is Finn?!" Instead of stopping, however, he bolts from the room.

  "Jesus, you guys are worse than children!" I scream at the closing door, puffing in anger. A hand gently brushes my calf and I turn to see Jaden has made it into a sitting position on the floor looking up at me like a fucking sad puppy.

  “It’s your fault because you’re so damn beautiful that I can’t take my eyes off you, even when I feel vomit rushing up throat.” He says softly and I laugh. Damn it how can I not, because despite it being disgusting, it’s also the sweetest thing I have ever heard.

  Reaching down I grab his hands, “Come on you big beast, you need a shower and sleep.” He helps me pull him up, grabbing my face to pull me in close.

  “I need you.” He breaths, blowing his tequila vomit breath across my face.

  “You NEED a toothbrush.” I laugh pulling back and stepping into the bathroom. I start the shower, grab a towel for the floor, dig in his bag on the counter for his toothbrush, toothpaste, body wash, and Dolce and Gabbana cologne, (Mmm, found his secret source for that yummy scent). Turning around, I find he’s somehow managed his way out of most of his clothes, except his low riding black boxer briefs and he is leaning against the door jam, in what I assume is a practiced sexy manner. A forearm is resting on opposite sides of the doorjamb, presenting his body in a drool worthy production.

  “Still want to prolong this tension?” he asks with a smirk watching me take him in.

  “Do you seriously think that’s how to seduce someone?” I laugh totally deflecting. Grabbing his arm, I push him into the shower before stepping into his space. “Besides, when we do finally decide to break this tension between us, it won’t be when you’re drunk off your ass having just puked on me.”

  “I’m not that drunk.” He tries.

  “Some other time, Beast.” I chuckle when he looks confused.

  I leave the bathroom, hoping he doesn’t slip and kill himself. Heading into the kitchen, I grab a towel and get to work on my dress scrubbing for several minutes. Thankfully it’s black so it shouldn’t stain but the smell of tequila might never come out.

  I turn to leave the kitchen and jump a mile. “Shit! You scared me! I didn’t hear the shower turn off. Do you feel any better?” Jaden nods, while standing by the island in his fluffy white hotel towel.

  "I'm sorry for not telling you where we were going, attacking you when we first got there, then for puking on you." I roll my eyes shaking my head.

  “What about hauling me out of the club like a caveman, and punching poor Brock?” I ask.

  “Who the fuck is Brock?”

  “The dancer you punched, you ass!”

  “Did you get his fucking phone number, too?” He growls.

  “I did actually.” I confirm with a sniff and push out my chin in defiance. I really did get his number but not for what Jaden is thinking. “Like you weren't upstairs getting lap dances or whatever your "Rock God" status can get you." I say poking my index finger into his hard chest. He grabs my wrist and yanks me against him.

  "He had his hands all over you." He says in a low voice, thankfully his breath is now minty fresh.

  "We were dancing. Hands tend to get involved." We are nose to nose, my hand is pinned between us still tightly in his grasp. When his other hand plunges into my hair, grabbing my neck, and yanking my lips to meet his, I am too surprised to react. He attacks my lips forcing them open, his tongue plunges between them crashing into mine. His spicy scent invades my nose and he pushes my back against the wall. His hand massages my neck and lightly tugs my hair, causing a gasp to escape our latched mouths.

  Heat floods through me and I roll my hips into his,
making a growl rumble deep in his chest. He frees my hand, so he can use his to run down my side to my hip, grabbing my thigh to pull my leg around him, as he grinds his hardening length into my heated center. Feeling like I can't get enough breath, I pull away from the on-slaughter of his mouth.

  He nips, licks, tastes, and devours his way down my neck. His teeth clamping onto my ear causing a sharp sting that he soothes quickly by sucking it into his mouth. As he moves around, I discover my collar bone is particularly sensitive and I grab on to his dark hair to hold him there. I find tugging causes his grip to increase and his soft caresses become despite grabs.

  A persistent knocking registers in my brain and I fight Jaden off. Stomping out of the kitchen and flipping open the door, I am startled to find another Gross Barbie, mid-knock.

  "Can I help you?” I snap. Her eyes widen while she takes me in and a nasty sneer flashes across her thin hardened face.

  "Run along and fetch Jaden for me." She pushes past me and I want to grab her by the hair extensions to yank her jelly filled ass back out the door.

  "Sorry but he's not fit to see anyone right now." I grind out.

  "Awe, so sweet. He’s always fit to see me." She says giving me a wink.

  "Nell who is...Nat what are you doing here? I think my actions earlier were pretty clear." Jaden wonders out of the bedroom, jeans slung low on his hips, still no shirt. Nat, completely fitting name by the way, slaps on a seductive, pathetic, face as she slinks up to Jaden putting her hands on his chest.

  "Mmm, I figured I'd give you another chance, knowing how much fun we always have together." She purrs, making me gage a little. Obviously the two of them have slept together and she must be from the club because we didn't go anywhere else tonight.

  "Well Jaden, you definitely have a type, huh? I’ll talk to you in the morning.” I turn making my way to the door but Jaden’s bare feet slapping against the floor make me pause seconds before his arms wind around me.

  I turn to look up at him, he's biting at his bottom lip, a worried look on his handsome face. Reaching out I grab his chin, pulling it up, and popping his lip from between his teeth, just like he did to me a few days ago. I smile up at him and he grins.

  "You should really take better care of this lip." I say trying to be serious and sexy like he did but I can't help laughing, as heat floods his eyes again. He leans forward to catch my lips again, but I dodge and side step his advancement.

  "Look, we really shouldn't do this. You clearly have a thing for an easy lay. I thought I might be, but I am not that, Jaden. We also have to live with each other for this tour, so sleeping together just seems like a bad idea." Turing away I head out the door and am pulling out my own key card putting into the slot of the door across from his, knowing sleep was going to be impossible with him so close.

  Chapter 13

  Jaden

  Pressing my hands into her shirt, to find and need at her heavy breast, causing her to moan out my name. I rock my hips against her, feeling her heat burning my skin. I need to touch more of her and can't seem to move fast enough. Her bare skin just brushes mine when a ringing starts and I'm jerked awake. Laying on my back the first thing I see is the sheet popped up in a tent. Leaning over, I smack the alarm, I groan and pull a pillow over my head.

  The bedroom doors fly open, "Why are you not up yet. Sound check is in half an hour, you smell like death, and really should shower. Again." And in whirls the star focus of my dream and cause of my popped tent. Before I can move, Nell yanks the sheet off me and I peek out from under the pillow to get a look at her shocked face when she shrieks, and turns her back to me.

  "Uh, I'll, uh, be in the living room." She marches out, closing the door behind her. Chuckling at her, I get up, and stretch. Yep, I sleep naked and yes, Nell just saw it all. I should be embarrassed but I know I look fucking hot. I spend hours working out to look this way, so there is no sense feeling ashamed. Plus, maybe I am hoping it will make Nell ache for me, as much as I do for her.

  I jump into the shower and decide to rub one out while thinking about her. When I am done re-washing the night off, I grab a towel, and decide I need Nell’s help picking out my clothes, and hopefully we fall into my bed. I secure the towel around my hips and make my way out into the suite. But I wasn't prepared to find Nell looking so pretty and sexy in a pair of short grey tweed shorts, show casing her long tan legs in a pair of neon green heels. She wears a black satin blazer covering most of her tattoos. She stands with her back towards me, looking out the window at the Willamette River. She must feel my eyes soaking her in because despite not making a sound, her shoulders tense, and she turns around.

  Her eyes widen as she takes in my nakedness. With a cocked eyebrow she say, "Need something, Beast?" she asks with a smirk and I cringe. I remember last night, and I’ll never live that shit down. With hands on hips, she slowly saunters her way over to me, drawing my eyes to her erect nipples under her silk shirt. Telling me that she isn't wearing a bra. A string curses floats through my mind and I mentally start kicking myself trying to gain some control. I'm starting to think this chick isn't as innocent as I first thought. As she strides towards me, her hardened nipples sway with her movement, rubbing against the silk of her shirt, mesmerizing me and making me ache.

  "J?" She's comes to a stop before me and reaches a single finger out to catch a drop of water running down the middle of my stomach. At her touch, my nostrils flare and I suck in a breath. My whole body starts to buzz, coming alive as her nail lightly drags across my skin. Without any warning she claps her hands twice in my face, snapping me back to the percent.

  "Chop chop, we have to go!" She directs at me. I spin back around stomping into the bedroom to go get dressed, alone.

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  Rehearsal went well but I want to get away to clear my head before the show tonight. I need to clear my head of all this Nell crap. She fills up my head night and day, I just need to escape. I grab my leather jacket from my bunk, my sunglasses from the counter, and my wallet from a cup holder, I head towards the door noticing Nell's blonde head starting up. Before my brain can catch up and stop me I blurt,

  "Wanna take a ride with me?" Fuck that went well.

  Her eyes widen and she grins. "How many times have you used that line?" She laughs, making me frown.

  "Never actually. I don't need lines, but if you don't want to go, I'll see you later." I start to walk around her but she grabs my arm.

  "I didn't say I didn't want to go." She is so close, I can smell her fresh fruity scent.

  "Grab a jacket," I'm about to continue my exit when I remember to look at her feet, "and put some boots on." Shaking my head at her strappy wedges, I notice she’s painted her toes a hot neon pink. Damn it, even her toes are sexy. I wasn't a foot guy but I want to suck on her toes, lick along her instep, and nip at her ankles. I've been staring at her feet for an awkward minute, her giggle shakes me out of my thoughts, and she walks away. "Tie your hair up, too." I choke out and head out to my bike. So much for taking a ride to get her out of my head.

  I round up a second helmet, and some leather gloves in case her hands get cold. As I swing my leg over the seat, Nell exits the bus.

  "Fuck me," I grumble to myself standing stupidly by my bike just ogling her. Her dark washed jeans are as tight as a second skin. She wears a black and white Bilt leather motorcycle jacket, black boots that reach her knees, and her hair is pulled back in a long ponytail.

  "Ride before?" I ask eyeing her jacket. She shrugs her shoulder in response, grabs the helmet from my hand, and shoves it over her head. Puzzled by the lack of response; I climb on, start the bike, and I'm about to offer her a hand, when her hands hit my shoulders, she pulls herself on, and snuggles into my back making herself comfortable. My body tenses as her hand slide into my jacket pockets and I feel her warm center radiating into me from behind.

  This was a horrible fucking idea.

  Damn it, why did I ask her to come with me
? The point of taking a ride was to allow my body to relax, and my mind to clear out. I also wanted to see my city that I’d been gone from for far too long.

  "Ready!?" I yell and instead of yelling back she squeezes my waist. Letting off the break, I twist back the throttle and release the clutch at the same time. We race out of the lot heading towards one of my favorite places in Oregon that I am excited to share with Nell.

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  Nell

  It’s a warm sunny day, Jaden is a good driver, he weaves through the busy Portland streets, then out onto the highway. The wind causes Jaden's spicy sent to wrap around me, and I snuggle tighter into him. The vibrations of the bike is making it impossible not to focus on the buzz between my thighs and being so close to him, smelling him, having my arms wrapped tight around him, is making me want to burst. I've accepted that something is happening between us but refuse for it to interfere with my position as tour manager. Good or bad, our business relationship will stay separate.