Rock n' Roll All Night

by Bailey, J. A.

  He scrubbed a hand across his face, as if trying to wake himself from a dream. “Fuck, Jazz, when did you get so hot?”

  Jazz tried to laugh but it came out a splutter. His expression was deadly serious. She had the sinking feeling nothing would be the same after this night—that one night would never be enough—but was she willing to give him more? Willing to give him another chance? She just didn’t know.

  Doing the only thing she could, she reached for his shirt and pulled him close again. She couldn’t make sense of this. Maybe she never would. But she did understand that if she didn’t have Jackson tonight, she might regret it forever. Perhaps the pain would be worth it. She sure hoped so.

  The feel of his cotton shirt against her breasts made her gasp and she rubbed against him while dragging her hands up and down his back. He claimed her mouth again and wrapped his arms around her. Safe and enclosed in his hold, Jazz gave up questioning and surrendered to the heat of his body and tongue.

  However, soon it wasn’t enough and she pushed her hands up between them to tug his shirt. She fumbled with the buttons and heard one pop.

  “Just rip it,” he said, tearing his mouth from hers.

  Jazz was tempted to ask if he was sure and then she remembered this was Jackson Wilde and he wasn’t going to worry about a shirt. The man lived on the edge—or at least he had. Now he seemed different. Less outrageous and more serious. Like a man wanting to make a change…

  She eyed his mussed hair and heaving chest and gripped both sides of his shirt before pulling it apart. Buttons pinged and scattered across the floor and she helped him frantically shove the black cotton down his arms. Jazz released a long sigh and flattened her palms against his chest. He’d always been in good shape but they were both so young. Now he looked like a man. Some of the ink on his arms she recognised but a lot was new, as were the tattoos painted across his chest and the one peeking out of the top of his jeans. She licked her lips. The nipple piercing was new too.

  Jazz swallowed heavily and ran her hands up and down his arms, then hooked her legs around his hips to draw him close. They both groaned as flesh met flesh, softness against hardness. Desire swirled through her veins and pooled in her belly. Like an animal unleashed, his movements grew frantic and he held her fiercely against him as he pressed hard kisses to her lips, her neck and chest.

  Jackson gripped her hair tightly in one hand and used it to tug her head back and give him better access to her neck and collarbone. He gentle nips vanished, replaced with urgent bites and sucks. No doubt she’d be wearing his marks tomorrow.

  And then he released her hair and kneeled to settle between her legs. He glanced up at her, expression serious as he undid her trousers and she lifted her hips to help him drag them down along with her underwear. Cold air rushed about her legs, reminding her of her nudity. The stage was cool against her naked rear.

  But Jackson didn’t leave her cold for long. He prized apart her legs and eased between them, peppering kisses up the inside of her thighs. Jazz twined her fingers in his hair as his breath teased her damp folds. She rocked into him but he refused to move and instead continued to kiss so agonisingly close that she moaned in frustration.

  “Patience, Jazz. I’ve been dreaming of this for too long,” he said against her skin.

  “Jackson,” she whined. “Stop teasing.”

  “For someone who wanted nothing to do with me, you’ve sure changed your tune.”

  Jazz gasped and was about to shove him away when he buried his tongue in between her thighs and she cried out. All annoyance slipped away, all anger at his arrogance vanished as he swept his tongue over her clit again and again. Circling, sweeping and nipping, he brought her close to the edge and when he finally plunged two fingers into her, she shattered. Gratification swept through her, an endless wave that had her stiffening then practically collapsing against him.

  He eased her back up to sitting and stood. His hands came to his jeans and he raised a brow, asking a question.

  She nodded frantically. She hadn’t felt this alive in forever. Or at least since she’d kicked Jackson out of her life. It had been many long years of nothing but working. She’d forgotten this. Forgotten what it felt like to be around Jackson. Even if it was one night, she needed it.

  He tugged a foil packet from his jeans and began to unsnap them. He took his time undoing the three buttons that held them on and Jazz feared she might pass out as her breathing grew ragged. Jackson tugged the denim apart and she sucked in a sharp breath when his erection thrust out, unimpeded by any underwear.

  How like Jackson.

  Licking her bottom lip, she reached out but he batted her hand away.

  “Don’t touch me, Jazz. I can’t handle it. You’re so damned sexy…”

  She tried not pout and he chuckled when he slipped off his boots and stepped out of his jeans. Flickers of pink, blue and green light streaked across his sculpted body and highlighted him to perfection. Every inch of him was muscled and daunting. Dark hair dusted his legs and trailed down his stomach to highlight his cock. Her throat grew as dry as the dessert.

  Then he eased himself between her legs and took hold of one calf to ease it over his shoulder. She leaned back and supported herself as he did the same with the other leg. He eyed her under his brow and she felt his heat near her. With one slow thrust, he joined them. Jazz’s eyes felt like they couldn’t go any wider. Shock burned through her system. It had been so long since she’d slept with anyone and it had never felt like this. Not since Jackson and perhaps even then it never set her senses on fire.

  Pleasure already kindled low in her body and she cried out when he withdrew almost to the tip before plunging again, his grip firm on her legs.

  “Fuck, you are so gorgeous,” he said through gritted teeth. “I missed you so much, Jazz.”

  “I… missed… you… too,” she spilled out between thrusts.

  Yes, she really had, she realized. Jackson had always balanced out her serious side. Even in school she’d been determined to achieve and he had taught her to relax, to enjoy life. Problem was when she thought he had been cheating, she had put if down to his relaxed attitude to life. Since then, she’d pushed aside any thoughts of anything other than work.

  But had Jackson changed enough that they could have some kind of future together? She couldn’t be sure.

  Fingers digging into her thighs, he moved deep within her, his ragged breaths echoing her own. They fell into a fast, heavy rhythm that made her body coil up tightly, ready to explode at any moment. Before she reached her orgasm, Jackson let her legs slip down his arms and he drew her close. Thighs pressed against his hips, heels digging into his back, she gripped his arms and buried her face against his chest as she convulsed and dizzying ecstasy rippled through her.

  Harsh breaths blew over her hair as his thrusts stalled and became jerky. His muscles tightened under her hands and he let out a low moan. Jackson thrust gently before coming to a stop and whispering in her ear, “I love you. Always have. Always will.”

  Chapter Five

  Soft skin brushed his thighs and it took Jackson a moment to orientate himself. And to figure out where the delicate fingers wrapped around his cock had come from. He peeled open his eyes, stretched and released a lazy grin when he found Jazz pressed again him, her breasts to his chest, one leg wrapped over his thigh.

  Casually, she massaged his erection and he groaned and thrust a hand into her hair to grip it tight. Damn, he loved this woman. Loved what she’d grown into but loved that the parts of the old Jazz remained. The impulsive, take-charge girl remained, even if it had been buried under responsibility and maturity. And he didn’t mind that either. He needed maturity in his life. Too much time spent with immature groupies wore a man down.

  He had every intention of keeping Jazz in his life. He only hoped he’d done a good enough job yesterday convincing her to let him.

  “Morning.” She tilted her head to view him and gave him a wicked look before slip
ping beneath the covers.

  He was about to reply when her hot mouth touched his shaft and she slowly took him into her mouth. Bit by bit, wet warmth surrounded him until she had almost taken his whole cock. Reaching under, he found her head and cupped the back of it, encouraging her to take it deep. She began to suck—he felt the hollowing of her cheeks—and his hips lifted involuntarily off the bed.

  A hand came up to cup his balls and she continued to suck hard, bobbing up and down. Jackson gripped her hair and closed his eyes. She must have learned a few things as he didn’t remember her being this good at blow jobs. Fuck.

  His pulse throbbed in his temples and pleasure singed his veins. When the edge came too close, he tried to tug her up but she was determined. Her hot mouth stayed latched around him and she curled a hand around the base of his cock to suck him more vigorously.

  Unable to do anything but cling to the sheets, he jerked his hips and his orgasm blew through him. His cum filled her mouth and she gulped it down while he rode out his climax, thrusting gently against her slack mouth.

  After licking him clean, she came to his side and stroked a hand up and down his chest.

  He chuckled. “I could get used to this.”

  “Well, don’t.” She laughed. “I need to get up and clean the bar.”

  She rolled away but he snatched her arm and pulled her beneath him. Pinned under his leg, she wriggled and gasped. “Jackson!”

  “You’re not going anywhere. Not yet. You need to learn to relax, babe.”

  Coaxing her hands above her head, he clamped both wrists between one hand and used his other to sweep aside the tangle of blankets and reveal her to him. Damn, she was hot. Her full breasts practically begged for his mouth. He flattened kisses over the mounds and heard her sharp intake of breath as he took a nipple into his mouth and nibbled lightly. She arched into him and he had to fight a smug grin.

  When he trailed a hand between her thighs, he found her wet and ready. He didn’t have the stamina he used to but he sure as hell wasn’t leaving her unsatisfied after that amazing blow job. Using two fingers, he thrust into her and curled them. Using beckoning movements, he found her g-spot and worked his fingers vigorously. She cried out, urging him on and he turned his attention to nibbling on her ear and neck and fucking her hard with his fingers.

  Jazz shuddered and cried out. “Oh, Jackson, please fuck me.”

  He recalled how sensitive her neck was and how she’d always loved him ramming his fingers hard into her pussy. But she never reacted like this—with such desperate need. Hearing coarse words from her lips made his cock hard again. He hadn’t known he could still do that. Apparently being with Jazz not only made him feel like a teenager again but gave him the physical capability of one.

  Unable to hold back, he fumbled for the condoms in the bedside table that she’d admitted to owning and sheathed himself with one hand, continuing to pound his fingers into her. Then he released her, flipped her over and drew her back onto her knees.

  The sight of her curved ass and wet slit forced a groan from him and he gripped her ass as he lined himself up. In one smooth motion, he joined them. Her wet heat enclosed around him and he felt her rippling response, telling him she wasn’t far off.

  Thank fuck, because neither was he.

  Mindlessly, he pounded into her. Over and over, harder and faster. She urged him on with cries of ecstasy and continued to beg him to fuck her harder. Sweat pricked on his back and trickled down his spine. He clenched his jaw and sucked in ragged breaths in an attempt to hold back his climax. When the first pulse of her pussy hit, he came, a hot rush of a climax that made his body shudder.

  Jackson slowed his movements and Jazz called his name while her beautiful body shook against him. He eased out as she collapsed and he discarded the condom before coming to lie at her side. A hand to her back, he caressed her smooth skin and pressed a kiss to her nose.

  “I should be getting to work,” she murmured.

  “Work can wait. We wasted too much time apart, Jazz. I’m not making the same mistake again.”

  ***

  Raised voices made Jackson pause before stepping into the bar. It sounded like a man. Damn, he shouldn’t have taken the time to shower before joining her downstairs. He hung back at the door and peered around to see an older guy in a suit. Jazz had her back to Jackson but he saw her anger just from her stance. Hands on her hips, feet apart, spine stiff. He smirked. He didn’t envy whoever this was being on the receiving end of her temper.

  “It’s bullshit,” she spat.

  “We have to follow up every complaint,” the man droned.

  “I spent a fortune having this place fixed up because of these complaints. I even had the sound measured independently. There is no way the club is putting out those levels of noise.”

  “Look, Jasmine,” the guy edged forward, “I will try my best to get the complaint dropped. You know you only have to cooperate.”

  “I know what kind of cooperation you mean and it’s not happening, Cliff.”

  Jackson tensed. What was going on? Lenny had hinted the bar was having problems but who was this man and why was he coming onto Jazz? ‘Cause it sure sounded like he wanted more than just her cooperation.

  “You could make life a lot easier,” Cliff said coolly. “I’ll get these complaints dropped and your bar will be saved. All you need to do is agree to one little date.”

  “And one night too, I bet.”

  He shrugged. “You’re a beautiful woman, Ms Moreno. Why not use it to your advantage?”

  “Not. Going. To. Happen,” she replied tightly.

  Cliff sighed and made a show of placing down a stash of papers on the bar. “At this rate, you’ll be shut down within the month.” He shifted closer until he was only a pace away from Jazz. Jackson curled a fist, ready to pounce. Cliff skimmed a hand over Jazz’s bare shoulder and he saw her shudder. “One night and this could all be over. What do you think?”

  Heat surged through Jackson’s veins. He stepped out, his breaths coming heavy and fast and stalked over to put himself between Jazz and the man. A palm to the guy’s chest, Jackson clenched his teeth and spoke through them. “Lay a hand on her again and it really will be all over for you.”

  He half-expected a protest from Jazz but out of the corner of his eye, he saw her step away and she leant back against the bar, as if enjoying the spectacle. The grey-haired man peered up at him, eyes narrow.

  “I don’t know who you are but this it between Ms Moreno and Environmental Health. Her bar is has received several complaints about noise pollution. I suggest you keep your hands off me or I’ll be calling the cops.”

  “Really? And what will they say when they find out you’ve been trying to gain sexual favours with these complaints?”

  Cliff pulled his shoulders straight. “I had nothing to do with these complaints.”

  “I didn’t say you did, but thanks for clarifying.” Jackson saw the lie in the man’s eyes. “I’m guessing you made up these complaints in the hopes of persuading Ms Moreno to sleep with you, am I right? ‘Cause I played here last night and there’s no way this place is in breach. She has top of the line sound proofing.”

  “That is a serious allegation, Mr…”

  “Wilde. Jackson Wilde.”

  Realisation crept into Cliff’s expression and he must have realized he was playing with a heavy hitter. But still he kept his stance firm. “I could press charges over such slander,” he said, but his voice held no conviction.

  “I suspect if I put in a complaint about these allegations and they were investigated, you’d have more problems to deal with than slander. Putting in false allegations, trying to blackmail Ms Moreno…” Jackson smirked. “I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes.”

  “You can’t prove anything.” Redness crawled up his face, making Jackson’s grin expand.

  “You know who I am, right? So you know I have plenty of backing and I know several important people. To be honest, I probab
ly don’t need to prove anything.”

  The man narrowed his eyes at him and took a step back. “You’ll regret this, Mr Wilde.”

  “I doubt that.” Arms folded across his chest, Jackson shadowed his steps, urging him toward the door.

  Cliff jerked his head in Jazz’s direction. “Not worth it anyway.”

  Jaw clenched, Jackson fought the desire to force the guy out of the club with more than just threats. But he was trying to prove to Jazz he had changed, that he was a responsible adult, capable of behaving as such. So all he did was grin.

  “Oh, she’s worth it. As you probably figured. She’s worth a lot. And if you value your life, you won’t come here again because I’ll be hanging around a lot more from now on.”

  With a sniff, Cliff turned and yanked open the front door before stomping out. Slamming the door shut behind him, Jackson gave a triumphant grin and turned back to see Jazz still against the bar, her smile a mirror of his.

  “I thought you were going to kill him.”

  He shook his head and strode over to take her into his arms. “I was tempted but I’m a lover not a fighter, babe.”

  “Yes, you are,” she agreed. “Did you mean what you said about hanging around?”

  “Of course.” He gazed down at her, his heart softening as the vulnerability he saw in her eyes. Jazz had always played at being tough really well, but he’d never failed to see through it. She needed him as badly as he needed her, he could tell. “I meant what I said last night too, Jazz. I love you.”

  She dropped her gaze but kept her arms around his neck. “I don’t know. It’s been a long time. We can’t just pick up where we left off. We’re different… I mean…”

  “We are, you’re right. But that’s good. We’ve grown up. It will make things even better, I promise you.”