Rock n' Roll All Night

by Bailey, J. A.

  “Jackson, I…”

  He dropped a quick kiss to her lips to silence her, then drew back. “Stop thinking, start feeling.”

  “Are those song lyrics?”

  He shrugged. “Could be, but they work. You always did spend too much time thinking. Give us a chance and see where we go. All I can say is I learned my lesson the hard way. All these years without you has been a tough price to pay but it’s taught me what’s important, and it’s you.”

  “You can’t just come strolling back in and expect everything to be the same you know?”

  “I know. I don’t expect it to be.” He pulled her tight into him and felt her nipples press hard against his chest. Her little intake of breath made his cock tighten. “It will be even better, I swear.”

  Chapter Six

  Even after two weeks of watching Jackson perform most nights, she didn’t tire of seeing him on stage. In between searching for a studio and negotiating contracts with several up and coming bands, he spent most of his time at the bar with her. Hell, he’d practically moved in. He was weirdly domesticated and had spent his spare time tidying up the apartment and even pitched in with the club sometimes. Jackson had always been a good guy and a hard worker but she’d never expected him to be happy doing the dishes or pulling pints.

  But it seemed he thrived on it. Jackson charmed the staff and the customers loved him even when he wasn’t performing. The bar had never been busier and she knew it was down to him. Soon she’d be financially stable and able to hire some more staff to help, therefore taking some of the burden off her.

  Because, in spite of everything, she couldn’t depend on Jackson. For one, it wasn’t fair. He had his own job, but also she couldn’t quite bring herself to believe he’d stick around. It all seemed too easy, too perfect. They had slipped back into each other’s lives as if they’d never been apart but with the maturity to handle whatever came their way. Doubt pricked at Jazz. This kind of good luck didn’t happen to her.

  Jackson caught her eye from behind the bar and winked at her. She experienced the usual flutter of excitement in her belly when she considered she’d get Jackson Wilde all to herself in a few hours. They made love like teenagers, though they’d both learned a thing or two which made it more exciting.

  Snatching some glasses from a busy table, she pushed past the crowds and paused to admire the band on stage. They reminded her of Jackson and his band. Jackson has just started working with them and from what she could tell, they’d be big. The crowd were already begging for more.

  When she swept past Jackson and he let his hand slide along her ass, she knew she’d be begging for more soon enough too. She dumped the glasses in the kitchen and came back out to see Jackson talking with a guy in a suit. She frowned. No one wore suits to the club. Her stomach twisted. Was it a council guy?

  They hadn’t heard anything else from Environmental Health after Jackson sent him packing so she’d assumed his threats had been enough.

  Jackson spotted her and signalled her over. “This is Brett from Ripped Records. Do you mind if I take a moment to talk with him in your office?”

  Numbly, Jazz nodded. “You don’t work here, remember, Jackson? I’m not your boss.”

  He leaned over, gave her a kiss on the cheek and led the suited guy through the back. Jazz grabbed a cloth and viciously wiped down the bar as nerves ate into her. Why would someone from a big record company want to talk to Jackson? Were they offering him a record contract? Was he going to leave her again? Jackson was still hot stuff—totally in demand. He could easily make it as a solo artist with the backing of a big company. And who was she to hold him back? She’d tried to cling onto him once before and where had that left her? Broken hearted. If he wanted to go, she’d let him, but it would leave her shattered again.

  Broken hearted. Again.

  Because she loved him. She hadn’t wanted to admit as much but she did. Jazz dropped the cloth and rubbed her chest. One of the bar staff, Sarah, nudged her with an elbow. “Is everything okay?”

  “Yes, fine.” She gave a tight smile.

  Everything would be okay. She’d survived having her heart broken by Jackson Wilde once before and she’d survive again.

  ***

  Jazz barely had a moment to talk to Jackson the rest of the night. By the time she’d traipsed up to bed and changed into an old Ramones tee for bed, sickness churned in her stomach and she was convinced he was going to leave her.

  She slipped into bed while he showered and she turned off the lights. She couldn’t bear for him to see her heartbreak. His padding footsteps made her breathing hitch and when he slid into bed next to her, she realised he was still naked. A pulse of desire speared through her.

  Jackson wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into the crook of his thighs. He flattened a kiss to her neck which never failed to send tingles racing through her.

  “You tired?” he asked.

  “A little,” she said, though she wasn’t. Not really. How could she sleep when she knew he was going again?

  “What’s up, Jazz?”

  “Nothing,” she mumbled.

  “Don’t do that, that’s not like you. You’ve always told me the truth.”

  She sighed and rolled over. “Just make love to me.” Wrapping her arms around his neck, she urged him to kiss her. “I need you.”

  She did. Even if it was just one more time. She might even admit to loving him again. It would hurt but at least she no longer held onto the agony of thinking he’d cheated on her. If she let him go, perhaps she could move on more easily this time.

  “I always need you, babe.” He kissed her sweetly and tears pricked behind her eyes. It felt like a goodbye kiss. “I always have needed you.”

  He tore away suddenly, leaving her cold and bereft and the bedside lamp flicked on. He grinned at her as she blinked in the light before pushing her back so he could hover over her. Using a finger to trace her profile, he kissed her again and drew back.

  Cold fear fisted her heart at his serious expression. She gulped.

  “I have some news.”

  Jazz closed her eyes. She knew it. “It’s okay,” she said huskily. “I don’t mind if you go. I’m glad we at least had this.”

  “Go?”

  She opened her eyes to see his dipped brow. “I know I’m not enough for you. I mean you’re Jackson Wilde for fuck’s sakes.”

  His brows almost knitted. “Jazz, you’ve always been enough for me. I was an idiot not to fight harder for you but these past years… there was something missing. Music wasn’t enough, you know? The thing that was missing was you.”

  “I don’t understand. That man—”

  “He’s offering a contract to the band—the band I’m working with. They’re going to hit it big and with that kind of backing… well, things are definitely doing to take off for the production company.” His eyes softened. “And that means I’ll be sticking around for a long, long time.”

  “You’re not leaving?”

  “No way.” He drew back and grabbed her hand, pulling her to sitting. Naked, he got off the bed and got on one knee.

  Jazz’s eyes widened and she clapped a hand across her mouth.

  “I haven’t got you a ring yet but... I’ve been wanting to do this for a while. I just wanted to make sure everything was in place first.” He clasped her hand between both of his. “Jazz Moreno, will you marry me?”

  Jazz failed to hold back a spluttered laugh. She had the tough rocker, Jackson Wilde, naked, on his knees and begging to marry her.

  A brow rose. “Well?”

  Jazz slid off the bed and joined him on the floor. Grasping his face, she grinned. “Of course I will.”

  A smug smile broke across his face and he bundled her into him to kiss her until she was breathless. “I’ll get you a ring tomorrow,” he promised between kisses.

  “I don’t need a ring.”

  “I’m going to get you the biggest, shiniest one there is,” he declared and
scooped her fully into his arms to lift her as he kissed her again. Breathless from his kisses, Jazz shook her head and laughed. She gripped his neck and desire coursed through her when his erection nudged between her thighs. With his hands to her back, he lowered her to the floor, the fuzzy fabric of the carpet tickling her thighs.

  Leaning over her, he sighed. “I wasted so much time.”

  “Jackson, you did what you love and made lots of people happy. And I did what I’d always wanted to do. It hasn’t been easy, but I’m glad in a way. I think maybe we needed to do our own thing.”

  He skimmed a hand down the outside of her thigh and pressed it under to cup her ass. His grin turned wicked when he found she wasn’t wearing underwear. “You always were smarter than me.” He gave her rear a squeeze and slid his hand up her back and around to squeeze her breast under her tee.

  Jazz moved up into his touch and tilted her head back as his lips found her neck. Hands splayed across his back, she let out a content sigh and relished the feel of his powerful body over hers. She couldn’t be sure when, but at some point all the hurt from the prevous years had vanished. Perhaps it was never intended for them to be together at such a young age. She meant what she’d said. They’d taken the time to achieve their dreams and now they could truly devote themselves to one another.

  And she full intended to devote plenty of time to Jackson.

  Pushing him back, she urged him to lie back and straddled him. She rubbed herself against his cock, feeling how wet she already was. He groaned while she kissed across ink covered chest and down his stomach.

  Somehow he snaked a hand between them and his thumb found her clit. With his other hand, he gripped her ass and a finger slid between her cheeks to put pressure on her puckered hole. He didn’t press, just teased, sending swirls of need through her. She straightened, reached for protection, sheathed him and braced her hands on his chest so she could lower herself down on him.

  Inch by inch, she sank onto his steely heat and she closed her eyes to savour it. His thumb continued to work over her clit and when she opened her eyes, she found him staring up at her. The look in his eyes left her in no doubt that the future held great things for them both.

  She moved slowly at first, savouring the slide of his cock insider her but as the sensations grew, she picked up the pace. Jackson urged her on with his hands to her hips. The pulse of his cock triggered a climax so strong she had to close her eyes to it and she was fairly sure her fingernails would leave marks on his chest. His guttural groan told her he’d followed her over and she sagged down to lie on his chest.

  Jazz grinned to herself as his shaft continued to pulse gently inside her and he rubbed his hands up and down her back under her tee.

  “Don’t fall asleep,” he warned. “We’ve got a lot of time to make up for.”

  Kissing the side of his neck, she nodded. “We have. And don’t worry, Jackson Wilde. I intend to keep you up all night.” She drew herself up enough to kiss his mouth. “I love you. Always have, always will.”

  THE END

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  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

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