Jet: An Enemies-to-Lovers Rockstar Romance (The Sinful Seven Series Book 2)

by Connie Lafortune

  Several hours later, we’re headed to the airport. Jet’s been touchy-feely tonight, and if anyone’s noticed, they’re not mentioning a word. Might be a good thing since Jet’s quiet and I can’t wait to get him alone so I can ask what’s bothering him. Clearly, something is on his mind.

  Trevor drove the SUV so we could throw all our luggage in the back. Sometime tomorrow, Carl will pick it up and take it back to his house. The airport would have charged him a bundle to hold it for all those months. I haven’t mentioned anything to them yet, but security’s beefed up since Jet had a stalker last time around. It’s something we should have done from the start. Better to be late than sorry.

  The mood’s somber since we all know that we have our work cut out for us over the next few months. I’m sure it will be over before we know it. Something I’m not going to dwell on now or later.

  “Heads up before we get on the plane,” Jet says. “Quinn and I are together and we’ll be sharing a room. You guys can toss a coin or do whatever you need to do, but it’s non-negotiable. You might want to call ahead to make sure they have extra rooms.” Well, I think it’s safe to say no one knew because their mouths are hanging open.

  “It’s about damn time. I was tired of watching the two of you eye fuck each other all fucking day long. Maybe now Jet’ll be in a better mood since he’s getting laid.” Abby smacks Lucas so hard in the arm, I’m worried he won’t be able to play the guitar. “What, I only said what everyone is thinking, Jeez.”

  “Congrats you two! As soon as I can, I’ll call ahead and make different arrangements.” Abby gives Lucas the stink eye as he rubs his arm. These two are a trip. Seriously!

  We board the private jet that Caleb chartered for us and settle in. Our first stop is in Connecticut for a two-night concert, and then we’ll do a 360 until the tour’s over. Then we have the charity concerts and unfortunately there’s no rhyme or reason to them. It’s all good, we have access to the jet so we shouldn’t have any problems.

  Jet’s been holding my hand since we sat down and I wait until after takeoff before bringing up his melancholy mood. “You’ve been awfully quiet. What gives?” At first, he shrugs like he’s going to blow it off, but something changes his mind.

  “I wasn’t going to mention anything and then you told us that you beefed up security. Tell me the reason. I need to know.”

  I should have known he’d see right through me. “The Sinful Seven is taking the world by storm, especially with the announcement that we’re doing the benefit concerts. I want to do everything I can to protect all of us.”

  “So it has nothing to do with the crazy guy from the crowd the other day?” Crap, I forgot to mention that.

  18

  JET

  I patiently wait for her answer, and if I’m correct in my suspicion, I’ll give her my truth.

  “My gut feeling is you two know each other and it wasn’t a happy reunion, so yes. It’s one of the reasons I asked Caleb to send more security.”

  Leaning in, I kiss her pouty lips. It’s not a full make-out session considering we have an audience, but I give her a little tongue. Why? Because I love hearing her moan.

  Without realizing I’m doing it, my thumb rubs circles over her hand. I’m nervous, but I need to tell her. “Right before I left my apartment today, I received an envelope. It didn’t have a return address or a stamp. Which means it didn’t go through the post office. Someone dropped it off at my fucking house.” I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to stifle my temper.

  “Oh Jet. I wish you had told me this before we left. What was in the envelope?”

  Life is funny. Not in a ha-ha kind of way but in a bite-you-in-the-ass kind of way. The only person on earth who knows about my piece of shit stepfather is Lucas. Well, Mack knows of him but not what he’s capable of doing. And I’ll take that to my fucking grave. So now I need to tread lightly on how much to divulge to Quinn; otherwise, there will be too many questions that I can’t answer.

  With our heads close together, I whisper, “A picture of my mom.” I can see her wheels turning before she even speaks.

  “How did he get that picture?” This is where the shit hits the fan.

  “That asshole is my stepfather. I haven’t seen him in over thirteen years.” Her hand quickly covers her mouth to stifle her outcry.

  “This changes everything, Jet. He could have paid someone to drop it off or he did it himself. Either way, he knows where you live. Dammit, I wish you had told me right away.”

  Well, so much for trying to keep this conversation between the two of us.

  “What the hell’s going on over there? You guys having your first lovers’ quarrel?” Trevor’s such an idiot.

  Quinn glares at me, and no matter how angry she is at me right now, I know she won’t out me. She’s leaving it up to me whether I want to tell everyone the truth. Ah, fuck it, I should have waited until we landed and we were in our hotel room.

  “I confess, I lied to all of you the other day. I do know the asshole in the crowd. He’s my stepfather who suddenly decided to show his ugly mug after thirteen years. It’s obvious he has a hidden agenda I don’t know about.”

  “Wow, that’s messed up. I bet the asshole tries blackmailing you now that you’ve made it big. Tell him to fuck off and be done with it.” I agree with Willow, and I wish it were that easy. I don’t know, maybe it is. It’s not like he’s going to step forward and admit what he’s done. Nope, can’t see that happening. Jail time isn’t on his agenda, but I wish I knew what his game was. Other than playing cat and mouse.

  “I don’t think you ever mentioned where you lived while growing up. Might be a good time since you’re in the confessional.” Lucas quirks his brow since he already knows. I bet he’s feeling smug right now.

  “We’re going to be landing there in a matter of minutes.” Quinn swears like a truck driver on the side of me. Guess she’s kinda mad I left that part out.

  “I don’t want anyone leaving this plane until I make sure security is in place at the airport, en route to the hotel and at the damn hotel. He could be planning something, and if you had told me sooner, I could have had everything in place!”

  I desperately want to tell her that I don’t think he’s smart enough to pull something off, but I suppose he could have hired someone. To do what? Kidnap me and hold me for ransom? I highly doubt it.

  As soon as we land, Quinn bounds out of her seat and is frantically making phone calls. I’m feeling guilty as hell for not letting her know sooner. Especially now that I know her migraines are brought on by stress. It should be me fixing this damn problem and not her, so I unbuckle and saunter over to where she’s standing.

  The conversation doesn’t sound like it’s going well.

  “I would have mentioned it sooner, but I was just informed of this myself. Do what you need to do. I don’t care if we need to stay in this damn plane all night! Just do your damn jobs!” As soon as she ends that call, she begins another. I want to ask her if I can be of any help, but the daggers she’s giving me make me take a step back.

  The next call pretty much sounds like the last one. I lose count of how many in total before she hangs up for the last time. I hand her a bottle of water as a peace offering and she grabs it without a word.

  “Baby, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking about the consequences in not letting you know earlier.” Yep, a pissed-off Quinn is so not a good thing. I’m in big trouble.

  QUINN

  His problem is he’s so nonchalant about everything. That’s why I’m so damn angry. Jet of all people should realize that not only is he putting himself in danger, but everyone else on this tour. Whether he likes it or not, we need to have a very personal conversation when we get back to the hotel. I have no idea how unstable his stepfather is. All I have to go by is what I witnessed the other day, and if I’m being honest, he was chilling. His state of mind was frantic at best and his eyes showed no emotion whatsoever. Dead.

  Everyone is getting res
tless and wanting off the plane. The pilot isn’t happy with this extended stopover, either. Apparently he had plans and now that’s changed. All thanks to Jet and his lack of information. He’s been trying to apologize every chance he gets, and I refuse to give in. I want him to realize how serious this situation is. I’m constantly worrying all the time that an obsessive fan will try to harm one of them. Never in a million years did I think I’d have to worry about someone’s stepfather.

  Thirty minutes later, security has informed me that everything is clear. I make sure to compensate the pilot for his extra time, and then I follow my friends into the waiting limo. I release a pent-up breath when I notice that not one single screaming fan or mob is scattered about. Security did what they were paid to do. Now, off to the hotel and some much-needed answers.

  Check-in is swift and professional. A welcomed change of pace. Fingers crossed the rest of the day goes as smoothly.

  I sure could use a break.

  Abby made sure to call as many hotels as she could to make the room adjustments. After everything that happened, I was contemplating telling Jet to keep things the way they are, but then I remembered he just received a picture of his mom before getting on the plane. So I relented, because I can only imagine how he’s feeling after being punched in the gut. It doesn’t mean I’m going to forget what he did. We definitely still need to talk.

  The valet closes the door to our room and Jet has his arms wrapped around me from behind. Oh, how I’d love to lean into him and just forget this nightmare, but I can’t. Not yet.

  “Baby, I’m so fucking sorry for creating all these problems. I wasn’t thinking of the domino effect that this would cause. Not only for you but for everyone. I’m worried about you now. How are you feeling?”

  I hadn’t thought about how I’m feeling because I had too much to do. Now that I’m in the moment, I feel the pinch behind my eyes. Damn, a migraine is the last thing I need right now. “I’m on the edge of a headache. Could you bring me some water?” A curse and a soft kiss to my crown and he walks off to the mini bar to grab my drink. I fish in my purse for my pills so I have them at the ready. Our eyes meet when he unscrews the cap and hands it to me. Oh, those sad and boyish eyes will be the death of me.

  After taking a pill, I grab his hand and lead him to the sofa. He sits down next to me and immediately pulls me in close. “With everything going on, I didn’t have a chance to ask you how you’re feeling. It couldn’t have been easy seeing a picture of your mom.”

  “After everything I put you through, you’re worried about me? Why?” Ah, this man is breaking my heart.

  “I care about you. It’s the reason I was freaking out after you told me. I don’t want anything to happen to you or anyone else.”

  “I’m really sorry, Quinn. And to tell you the truth, I don’t think my step is dangerous. Not anymore, since I’m no longer a naïve child where his threats frighten me. If anything, he’s probably afraid of me because if my secrets were revealed, he’d be in jail. If I had to take a guess, I’d say Willow hit it head-on. He’s thinking dollar signs and I wouldn’t be surprised if he tries blackmailing me. With what, I have no idea.”

  “It’s possible, but I still want to take every precaution. Tomorrow’s our first concert and we have many more to follow. I don’t want any of you to let down your guard. Even if it’s the very last set in LA for the benefit concerts. And I want to ask you questions that I’m sure will make you uncomfortable but I need to know.” He’s nervous, and I understand.

  “All I want to do is peel off your clothing and kiss every inch of your body. Let me make you feel good, baby. Let me make all this shit go away for the rest of the day. Q&A can wait until tomorrow.”

  He wants to buy a little more time. I get it, so I place the cap on my water bottle, stand up, and seductively remove my shirt. “Quinn, if you have a headache—”

  “I’m fine, just sit back and enjoy the show.” A slow smile spreads across his face so I toss my shirt right at him. He chuckles, swatting it away. Oh, he’s hunkering down for a show, with his arms stretched across the back of the sofa. I’m going to give him a striptease he’ll not soon forget.

  Turning around, I shimmy and shake my ass while unzipping my pants. When they’re loose, I slide them down my hips until my hands are around my ankles. I give him more than an eyeful when I lift one foot and then the other since I’m only wearing a G-string. I’ve no doubt he got a glimpse of my wet pussy.

  Grabby hands lunge for me when I have my back turned. “Oh no you don’t. Hands on the back of the sofa. Now. That’s better.”

  In my mind, I’m dancing to Touch It by Monifah as I bump and grind around the room. His eyes follow me wherever I go, so I decide to use it to my advantage. Grabbing the desk chair, I turn it around so the back of it faces him, then I straddle it just like I’m going to do to him in a few minutes. Then I work that chair as if Jet were sitting there and I was giving him a lap dance. Up and down, side to side, and I grind so hard against that chair, I leave a wet spot from my aching pussy. Fuck, I’m going to come.

  Reaching behind me, I unhook my bra and let it slide to the floor. As I continue grinding against the chair, I grab my breasts and begin pinching my nipples.

  Oh, my god!

  With a roar, he’s off the couch, the chair’s on its side, and I’m over his shoulder.

  19

  JET

  I’ve never wanted a woman as desperately as I want Quinn, and after that sexy-as-fuck striptease, I’m desperate to be inside of her. She reaches for me with half-hooded eyes. “I need you inside me, now.” Words that I never thought would leave her lips, and they’re all mine. She’s a sight to behold all sprawled out on the bed. And, as much as I’d love to taste her sweet cunt, I need to feel her more.

  Tearing off my clothes, I grab a bunch of condoms out of my bag and toss them on the bed. She picks them up and counts. “There are seven condoms here. Mighty ambitious of you, Mr. Turner.” She has no fucking clue.

  I slowly crawl up her body, placing tiny kisses in all her most intimate places. She releases a moan and breathy sigh, so eager, and rips open a foil packet. Well, let her finish what she started. “Put it on my cock, Quinn. I want to feel your hands all over me.”

  It’s my turn to moan when she slips it out of the package and slides it down my hard length. When I feel the heat from her pussy, I plunge deep inside her. Holding it there, until we catch our breath. And then I begin to move and so does Quinn. I could drown in her little gasps and mews as I capture them with my mouth. “You like it when I’m balls deep inside your wet pussy, don’t you?”

  “Fuck yes. I’m so close.”

  “That’s it, baby. I want to feel you come all over my cock. And when you do, I want you to do it again!” She rides my dick like she needs it to survive, and I match her stroke for stroke. Pleasing this woman has been my mission since our first time together.

  I can feel her pussy contract and I know she’s so fucking close! Lifting her legs, I push them up against her chest and piston my hips as fast as I can. Grinding against her clit with every thrust.

  “Yes, yes, yes, I’m going to come all over your cock!” And she does with my name on her lips while milking my cock until I’m bone dry and have nothing left.

  Releasing her legs, she stretches out next to me like a contented cat. No lie, I swear she’s purring. “Be right back, baby.” I remove the condom, tie it up, and toss it in the trash. Then I crawl back into bed and pull her close.

  We’re both exhausted, but I’m not ready to go to sleep quite yet. The second I climb back into bed, she throws her leg over me and snuggles in. Feels nice. Her hand glides over my abs and pecs, and then she works her magic around my nipples. I never realized how much that turns me on until now. Then she slowly begins tracing my tattoos. One by one, starting with my left sleeve. Holding my breath, I wait for what comes next.

  “Tell me about your tats, I want to know,” she purrs.

  Here�
��s the thing. All of my tattoos have a story and a special meaning behind them. For others, they just randomly pick something that’s on the wall of the tattoo shop because they look cool. Nope, not me.

  “Is this one for your mom?” Her hand strokes up and down my right arm. I wonder if she would have asked about this one if I hadn’t told her about my mom’s death. Linking her fingers with mine, I nod. “I had a sketch artist create a mother holding onto her toddler’s chubby little hand. This is what he came up with. He called it, ‘Mother and Son.’ I had just received my first legit paycheck at sixteen and it was the best money I ever spent. Now she’s always with me.”

  “It’s a beautiful tribute for both of you and I’m sure she would have loved it.” Yeah, she would. I know it with every fiber of my being.

  “How about this one?” Her hand caresses my right flank, where I have a flock of blackbirds that start at my right hip and fly upward towards my neck and then scatter along my chest and out onto my right sleeve.

  “A flock of blackbirds is an omen of good things to come. Bringing joy and good news. I added this one after Lucas and I became friends and we started the band. I had just turned nineteen at the time.”

  “And this one?” I love how she’s taken an interest in my history.

  Her hand glides over my left arm where I have a full sleeve of a phoenix on fire. “That’s my second one, and I got it on my seventeenth birthday. The phoenix symbolizes new beginnings and if it hadn’t been for Mack, I might not even be here today.” She stops after three, sensing that I’ve shared more than I intended. I’ll be prepared if she asks again on another night.

  She’s quiet for several minutes. I’m certain she fell asleep until she whispers, “How did you meet Mack?” I knew it was just a matter of time before the Q&A started. Especially after just telling her about my tattoos.