“You okay?” I had to ask her because she’s too damn quiet. I worry another migraine is coming on.
“I’m fine, thanks. Just tired from the lack of sleep last night.” I should have known our conversation wasn’t private.
“Oh, do tell why you didn’t sleep last night.” This coming from the quiet one of the bunch. Willow.
Personally, I didn’t mention a word about last night but I’m not sure if Quinn did or not. So, I wait for her to make the next move.
“My plans to take Jet to his home last night drastically changed.” All eyes are on me, like I’m the bad guy. Questions abound. “No, no, no. Stop. He’s the one who came to my rescue. I suffer from terrible migraines and it happened right before I was going to drive him home. I passed out in the driver’s seat so Jet drove me home and carried me into the house. He ended up spending the night on the couch just in case I needed someone during the night. I’m so grateful he was there.”
Abby reaches over and grabs Quinn’s hand. “Oh my god, that’s so scary. Thank goodness Jet was there to help. I can’t even imagine what could have happened if you guys were on the road.”
“We could have been killed,” I say. “That’s what could have happened. Now that we all know about Quinn’s migraines, we’ll be more aware.”
Quinn nods. “I have a prescription medication for my headaches and I’d forgotten it on the kitchen counter. Believe me, it was scary. I’ll never forget to throw them in my purse ever again.”
Lucas claps me on the back. “Glad you guys are okay. Could have taken a turn for the worse. Sounds like someone’s watching out for you.” It’s not the first time he’s made a reference to my mom. He has no idea how she died, I never told him, but he knows she’s gone. I didn’t feel the need to be specific.
We finish up our dinner by having a few drinks at the bar. It’s been a hectic day, and after last night Quinn and I decided to stick to seltzer water. There’s too much to do in the next few days to get buzzed, and I wanted to be one hundred percent sober when I go home with her. We all say goodnight in the parking lot and go our separate ways. Except me. I follow Quinn home. Like the stalker I accused her of being.
She doesn’t seem a bit surprised when I pull in and park right behind her, but she does appear hesitant to get out. This might make or break our very fragile friendship, but I need to try or it will constantly eat away at me.
I open her car door and reach out. I’d never force her into doing anything she doesn’t want to do, but I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t think the feeling was mutual. Chills dot along my spine when she takes my hand and steps out. “Jet, what are we doing?”
“I can only speak for myself, but I’d like to think it’s two consenting adults who want to act out on this attraction between them. Do you feel it?” When she nods, I slam the door closed and press my body against hers while resting my hands on the roof of the car. Caging her in.
“This is such a bad idea—” I don’t give her a chance to finish, I lean in and steal a long, deep, intoxicating kiss. I fucking love the way she moans against my mouth as my tongue parts her lips and I dive in for a taste. Sweet with a hint of lime.
My fingers itch to flick and pinch those taut nipples that are piercing into my chest with her every inhale. I can’t stand not touching her, so I fist my hands in her hair and give a little tug. Forcing our lips apart. I want to gaze into her lustful eyes and know she’s desperate for my hard cock. Which is thick and heavy between my legs, seeking relief. I absorb all the beauty that is Quinn, and fucking love the way her lips glisten from our shared passion. I crave this girl with every breath I take and I scold myself for not being able to fight this attraction between us.
QUINN
All of my sensory nerves are firing off at once, screaming at me to stop! But I ignore those idiots and get lost in the sensation of his mouth. His hungry and needy kisses turn me into a wanton bitch in heat. Wanting more and he doesn’t disappoint when he parts my lips and his tongue tangles with mine.
I’m blinded with lust when I feel his cock press into my quivering belly. Right above my mound, which causes me to tremble. Seeking release. When his hands grip my hair and force us apart, I want to plead. To beg him for more. Oh, he knows exactly what he’s doing! Taunting me by the way his penetrating blues search mine. Our attraction is electric! Before I can change my mind, I grab his hand and drag him towards the front door. I know I’ll regret this tomorrow, but for tonight, I’m going to get lost in this gorgeous man.
I barely have time to close the door when he spins me around and pins me face-first into the wall. And then his hands are everywhere. “I’m going to enjoy undressing you, one piece of clothing at a time. Kissing and tasting every inch of your exposed flesh. Until you’re completely exposed and begging me to come.”
Good lord, I thought my panties were drenched from his kisses alone, but when his hands slither across my belly, I’m panting. And when he holds my heavy breasts in his hands before accessing my blouse, I want to beg for his cock, now!
Torturously, he unbuttons my blouse slowly, until it flutters around my feet. Leaving me in my lacy bra with my breasts pressed against the textured wall. As if reading my thoughts, he unsnaps my bra, pulls it away from my breasts, and slides it down my arms until it hits the floor. Now, my nipples are free to glide along the wall with every breath I take.
“Two down and two to go.” Ah, he’s counting and so am I, but I’m not surprised when his mouth latches onto my neck. Tasting and teasing just like he said he would. This is a slow dance and the anticipation is killing me.
My skirt’s the next to join the other abandoned garments on the floor, and when he presses his nose against my panties, I moan. “Mm, you smell so fucking sweet, I can’t wait to bury my face in your pussy.” When he’s had his fill, he hooks his thumbs in the waistband and slowly slides them down my ass, thighs, and knees. I’m still wearing my heels, and like most men he leaves them on and has me step out of the panties. Now I’m as naked as the day I was born and just as vulnerable.
“Spread your legs for me, baby. I’m going to lick your pussy until you come all over my tongue.” Fuck yes! I eagerly part my thighs and that’s all the invitation he needs.
Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulls me up against his mouth so my ass is sticking out, then buries his face in my slick folds. Oh dear god, I’m holding onto the wall as he impales me in one swift thrust of his tongue. Over and over again until that sensation deep inside my belly throbs and quakes with an imminent orgasm. “I’m going to come. . .”
As soon as those words leave my lips, he removes his tongue. What? No! “Jet, please. I want to come.” A chuckle before his warm breath hits my core, and he swipes that magic tongue over my clit. My legs are trembling as he continues flicking his tongue back and forth, back and forth, and then I’m coming with no warning. “Yes, oh god, Yes!”
Once my head clears and the adrenaline from my very erotic orgasm calms, Jet stands up and holds me close. His cock’s as hard as granite against my spine, and his jeans are wet from his leaking pre-cum.
“Mm, you taste so fucking sweet just like I knew you would. Now I’m going to do all kinds of dirty things to you, baby. I hope you’re ready to be filled with my hard cock.” His dirty mouth is going to be the death of me, but what a way to go. “Where’s your bedroom, Quinn?”
“Last door on the right.” In one swift motion, he turns me around, grabs my ass, and lifts me off the floor. I wrap my legs around his waist and with every bounce of his hips, I feel his erection throbbing against my clit. I’m about to detonate from the friction alone. And as if that isn’t enough, his mouth and chin are glistening with my arousal. It’s fucking hot!
Never in a million years could I have predicted for one second that when I got dressed this morning, Jet would be in my bed tonight.
He places me gently on the bed, leaning his elbows to the side of my head. “Just so you know, you’re not the boss of me in th
e bedroom. This is where I take control.” Leaning in, he slants his mouth over mine and I willingly open for him. And when his tongue seeks mine, I suck on it just like I’m going to do to his cock.
“Fuck, Quinn. I need to be inside you right now.” With one hand, he unzips his jeans while I grab his shirt, tugging it over his head. I’m so desperate to feel his heated skin against mine, I’m pushing his pants down his ass as far as I can reach. Grabbing my wrists, he stands so I can finish what I started. Now he’s naked and it’s a beautiful sight to see.
Taking my hand, he wraps it around his cock and we stroke it together. I dive in for a taste and he quickly reprimands me. “No! It’s been so long I’ll come down your throat! I want to be buried inside your sweet pussy when I do.” Well, I can’t argue that. I know he said he wants to be in control and he is, but I let him go and slide my ass up towards the headboard. I spread my legs and hear him growl. It’s the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard.
I’m consumed with desire when he grabs a condom, rips it open, and slides it down the length of his beautiful cock. And when he crawls on all fours and places himself between my thighs, there’s no doubt in my mind that I’m falling in love with him.
“I’m going to spend the whole damn night worshipping your beautiful body, so I hope you didn’t plan on sleeping.” He doesn’t give me time to answer when he impales me in one swift thrust while his teeth latch onto my nipple! Orgasm number two rips through me like a tidal wave and I’m riding it out until the orgasmic end.
17
JET
Quinn and I have spent the last few days in bed and now that we’re leaving, it’s going to be difficult to focus on the rest of the tour. The long days will surely be grueling, and I know when I step off that stage I’m going to skip all the afterparties with the enthusiastic groupies. Since I’m going to be balls deep inside of Quinn every chance I get. That woman already has me whipped and I’ll be the first to admit it. I don’t deserve her, but for now I’m going to enjoy this thing we have since I know once the tour’s over, she’ll be moving onto the next.
I’m spending the day catching up on last-minute tasks since we’ll be leaving later tonight. I’ve already called the post office to hold my mail, set up online banking and secured my apartment building by telling the manager I’d be gone for a long period of time. My sleeping bag is once again tucked in a corner inside of my closet. I’m hoping that someday I won’t need the security it brings me.
I just finished packing and ready to head over to Trevor’s to meet up with everyone when I hear some mail fall to the floor. Like, what the fuck? What part of holding my mail don’t they understand?
Bending over, I pick it up and weed through it. As always, there’s so much junk, but the last one catches my attention. The name and address are handwritten, which isn’t unusual, but there’s something vaguely familiar about this one. My hands are shaking when I tear it open and a picture flutters to the floor. I take a step back when a pair of bright blue eyes gaze up at me.
My mother.
What the ever-loving fuck!
I drop to my knees, and with shaky hands I cautiously pick it up. Afraid to damage the delicate photo. I’d forgotten how young and breathtakingly beautiful she was. It hurts my heart to admit that her image isn’t as vivid in my mind as it used to be.
Slowly flipping it over, I check the back for a date or for any info on where it was taken. Nothing. I was hoping there’d be something tangible for me to hold onto. My heart’s breaking into tiny little shards all over again. It’s been too damn long since I’ve seen her infectious smile.
I miss her so fucking much!
This picture was the only thing in the envelope. No letter or return address, but I’d bet my right arm that the piece of shit sent it to me. It was inevitable after our last encounter that he has something up his sleeve. My main concern is he has my address, and I guard that with my life. Only a handful of people have it, but now that I’m a celeb, I’m sure someone would sell me out for a few bucks. Hands down. I don’t like the fact that I’m leaving for a few months and he knows it. He has to, with all the publicity we’re getting. Fuck.
Holding the picture against my heart, I close my eyes. Desperately trying to remember the sound of her laughter, or the way her hair floated on a breeze. How happy she was when she received her favorite perfume on her thirtieth birthday. Gardenia by Elizabeth Taylor. It was such a sweet floral scent and perfect for an angel like her.
My chest suddenly feels tight. Too many memories and emotions are crushing me, all because of one lone picture. That asshole knew what kind of emotions this would evoke inside me. Exactly what he intended. This is the only picture I have of her and I’ll treasure it until the day I die. But I have no doubt that I’ll be getting more of these or something else to remind me of my past.
Picking myself up off the floor, I head into the bathroom. Looking into the mirror is a painful reminder that I look just like her, but the person staring back at me is nothing like her. Esme Penelope Lawless was the epitome of everything genuine. She was an optimist and believed that all people had some good hidden inside of them. For some, you just had to dig a little bit deeper. Hence, the reason she married the asshole. My stepfather was a slimy chameleon, and if she only knew what he was capable of, what he did to her teenage son, she would have killed him with her bare hands.
Splashing cold water on my face, I welcome the frigid temp. I’m in no rush to towel off, since it’s lowering my body heat so I won’t self-implode. With my head bent, I grip the lip of the sink and steady myself. I need to get my shit together before going to Trevor’s, but there’s one stop I need to make along the way, and it’s going to be the hardest of them all. I need to say goodbye to Mack. I’d never forgive myself if anything happened to him while I was gone. Maybe it’s because I lost my mom at such a young age, but I cherish the people who are a constant in my life. I’ll stop in, give him a big bear hug, and be on my way.
Grabbing the picture, I place it inside my journal where it won’t get damaged and zip my duffle. I hope she doesn’t mind, but this time Mom’s going on tour with me whether she likes it or not.
I grab my bags and walk out the door, optimistic that the next time I return, my life will be changed for the better. That the event will be a success and lives will be a little bit richer because of it.
QUINN
I’m always on edge whenever I’m ready to go out on the road. This time around it’s worse, since Jet thinks we’re sharing a room. He hasn’t said as much, but after what we just did to each other, it was implied. I’m not opposed to it, but I’m worried how all the others are going to feel about the room changes. Mainly Willow, since she was my bunk mate for so long. Now she’ll need to get a room for herself because I don’t think she wants to be roomies with Trevor. Especially if they hook up with someone on the tour. Things could get messy. I’ll just need to wait and see how it all plays out.
Pulling into Trevor’s drive is bittersweet. I’m sure after spending time with his mom for two weeks, the last thing he wants to do is leave her again. I don’t blame him—I’d feel the exact same way if it were mine. Thankfully, she has amazing nurses with her around the clock.
Cancer sucks ass!
Everyone’s car is in the driveway except Jet’s. Should I be worried? Is he having second thoughts about what happened with us? If so, I’d rather it be now and not at the end of the tour. Which, if I’m being honest, scares me when I dwell on it for too long. I’ll be touring with another band and Jet will be here working on his next album. For now, I’m just going to enjoy what we have going and not think about the long haul. It’s the only thing that’s going to keep me sane.
I can’t help smiling when I walk in the door. The love and energy in this house is so infectious, it’s like a warm hug every time I walk in. “Hey, Quinn,” Mrs. C says. “Grab a seat and help yourself before these guys eat everything.”
Mrs. C gives me a great big hug bef
ore sitting down at the head of the table. She adores having a full house and pampering each and every one of us. My chest aches with the thought that this might be the last time I’m here.
“You okay?” When a warm hand settles on my neck, I instantly know who it is. I didn’t hear Jet come in because I was too lost in my own thoughts.
“I’m great, how about you?” He looks so sad, but then again he always does. Unless he’s buried deep inside of me. Then and only then does he look reborn.
“Doing as well as can be expected.” Ok, what is that supposed to mean? I don’t need to wonder for long when his hand settles on my thigh beneath the table. Something happened. I feel his body humming with just a touch.
Now that everyone’s here, Trevor stands and clicks his spoon against his glass. Immediately, we all quiet to hear what he has to say. “Today, we celebrate. Not only because we’re heading out for the second leg of the tour and the benefit concerts, but because of the most important news of all. Mom, Mrs. C to all of you, is cancer free.” He hugs her so fiercely, I’m afraid she’s going to break. She’s all smiles as everyone gets up to take a turn. This truly is the best news, ever. I’ve no doubt it sets everyone’s mind at ease.
Lucas is yelling, “Speech, speech!” So of course she takes the floor as she wipes her eyes. “All of this wouldn’t have been possible if not for all of you. Each and every one of you is my adopted child, and only because of the love I’ve felt from you am I able to celebrate this wonderful news. So, thank you! Not only for taking care of me, but Trevor too. I love you all to the moon and back a million times ten.”
As always, she made a feast for all of us, so while we stuff our faces with fried chicken, ribs, potato salad, and all the side dishes, we laugh and prepare for what’s ahead. No one really knows what tomorrow may bring, but today we celebrate being alive.
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