But luckily the guys were kind of distracted.
Pepper had crashed our bus to jump on Jesse and Mick and Raf, literally, going on and on about his birthday. Apparently it was two nights ago but we hadn’t celebrated sufficiently for his liking, and now that we had the night off, the man wanted to party.
The guys finally gave in and we rerouted both buses to Savannah, even though we were supposed to drive all the way to Tampa. The drinking started, posthaste, but I noticed Jesse stuck with water, and I opted to sip rather than partake of the shots the guys passed around. They were happily buzzed by the time we rolled into the club. All fifteen of us. That’s thirteen half-drunk rock ’n’ rollers, Jesse and me.
The herd immediately dispersed in search of women, except for the married guys, who took to the VIP area with Jesse and I. Pepper was a one-man gong show; apparently drumming his ass off almost every night wasn’t enough to let off all his steam. He was so fucking happy we were celebrating his thirtieth, he was making everyone else happy. Including Jesse. And it was so good to see that sparkle in Jesse’s eyes again, his teeth showing when he grinned. He held my hand and I snuggled against him, because I was damn good at my job. And also, because he was Jesse. And when we were out, being seen, it was easy.
It was when we were alone and the lines weren’t so clearly drawn that things got hard.
* * *
Hours later, I stumbled off the dance floor, my legs kinda rubbery from dancing so much. I collapsed next to Jesse and he wrapped his arm around me, smiling.
“Having fun?”
I lifted my sweat-damp hair off my neck. “Oh, yeah. Pepper is off the hook.” Actually, I was pretty sure he was about to lose his pants and get us all kicked out. “That guy makes me laugh.” My smile froze and I bit my lip a little, remembering the conversation we’d had about me flirting with that dude last night.
“He’s a one-man riot,” Jesse agreed. “If Dylan wasn’t ten times the drummer he is, I’d want him for Dirty. But don’t tell him I said that.” Then he winked, and I knew we were okay. No drunken arguments tonight, no going to bed mad. I also noticed he was still sipping a water. I hadn’t seen him drink all night.
Which was cool. I appreciated that he had restraint. In all areas.
He smoothed my hair off my cheek, his gaze drifting down over my chest, which was still heaving in my ruffled tank top as my breath worked its way back to normal.
“Kiss me,” I said. Maybe I just wanted to see if he would do it on demand.
He did.
His lips met mine and we came together in a slow burn, my hand running up his chest to grip his soft T-shirt. “I’m sorry about last night,” I breathed against his lips.
“Don’t apologize,” he said. Then he kissed me again, and he didn’t stop kissing me for like half an hour, so there wasn’t much else to say on the topic. I pretty much forgot whatever I was trying to apologize for anyway, or why, or anything else other than the feel of his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth and his hand on my thigh, up under my skirt. His thumb grazed my panties, sending a thrill of pleasure through my clit, and I squirmed.
“Jesse—”
“Katie.” He did it again, rubbing his thumb between my legs, and I parted my thighs just a little, wanting more. Then he leaned in to say something in my ear. “You see all these girls?”
I was panting with need by now and not particularly interested in looking at any girls, but we were definitely surrounded by them. “Uh-huh.”
He kissed my neck, then my ear, and said, “I know I could take my pick of who to screw tonight.” He withdrew his hand from my skirt, touched my chin and turned my face to his so we were nose-to-nose. “I’m not going to,” he said, brushing his lips over mine.
“I know,” I breathed. “We have a deal.”
“Fuck the deal,” he said, and kissed me again, deep.
I didn’t know what that meant, exactly, but whatever it was my body really, really liked it. I let him kiss me, let him touch me, let him draw me closer and closer against him.
Then I started reciting the list in my head.
Night after night, as I’d lain in bed in the dark just inches from him, I’d made myself a list. A list of all the reasons I couldn’t even begin to fucking think about falling for Jesse Mayes.
There were many. Not the least of which was that he’d hired me to be here—to pretend to be in love with him. He had never once asked me to feel anything real.
But I did. I could feel it igniting in my chest like a tiny, uncomfortable spark. Every time he walked in the room. Every time he looked at me. Every time he kissed me like he was starving and I was his last meal.
I told myself it wasn’t his fault that he was a fabulous kisser, that his touch made my pulse race, my head spin and my toes curl. It wasn’t his fault that my vagina was sending mixed signals to my brain and I was reacting erratically. Sometimes I was all over him. Sometimes I was distant. Sometimes I overcorrected and got weirdly cheerful.
Tonight I was so relieved we weren’t fighting and so thrilled to be back in his arms that I was all over him, and I didn’t even try to hold back.
So I really shouldn’t have been surprised when, after the bar closed and we all piled back onto the buses, Jesse instantly corralled me in the back bedroom.
But fuck.
He shut the door, locked it, and turned to me like a raging bull.
I could feel the heat rolling off him. There was a hungry gleam in his dark eyes that made me swallow, hard. He tore off his shirt like he was burning up, tossed it aside and stood there, heaving, like he’d just run a few miles. And if he kept looking at me like that, my panties were gonna drop in about three-point-five seconds.
We smashed together. We kissed like we wanted to devour one another. His chest was slippery with sweat, pulse slamming in his hands as he gripped my head. I held onto him as he walked us to the bed and threw us down on it.
He tore off my skirt and panties in seconds, groaning with lust. Then he knelt between my legs and spread my thighs with his big hands.
“Um! What about the bet?” I gasped.
Jesse lowered himself between my legs, giving me the most smoldering look I’d ever seen. “Fuck the bet,” he said, and went down on me.
At the first swipe of his tongue I sucked in a breath and collapsed back on the bed. My arms were shaking; I couldn’t even hold myself up if I tried. All thought of resistance ground to a halt.
All thought ground to a halt.
The man kissed me there the same way he kissed my face.
Like he was starving for it.
He pinned my thighs to the bed, keeping me spread wide as he lavished me with his tongue. He sucked on my clit, caressed my opening and fucked his tongue into me as I writhed and gasped. He was panting as he did it, like this was driving him crazy with desire, and I totally couldn’t take it. I wanted his hard dick inside me so bad, but I wasn’t gonna last.
I squirmed, fighting the pleasure that was rising like a tsunami. “Fuck… Jesse…” Then he wrapped his warm lips around my pulsing clit and sucked and it was all over. I gasped. His gaze lifted, locking on mine. He licked my clit, slowly, and the wave crashed through me. I threw my head back and cried out as I started to come.
His hand reached up and covered my mouth, because the tour bus wasn’t even moving yet and the guys were on the other side of a very thin door, talking, yelling, still drinking, and probably overhearing at least some of this. I wasn’t known for being quiet when I came. Maybe I should’ve warned him?
Instead I bit down on the finger he shoved in my mouth, sucked on it and tried not to scream as the pleasure tore through me. I gripped his hair and kind of rode his face and just tried not to writhe all over the place like a lunatic. “Oh, God… oh… God…” I heard myself say a couple of times.
He licked me softly as I came down, the scattered fragments of my mind, which he’d just blown all over the place, gradually drifting back together again.
/> When my sanity had just about returned, he slipped a finger inside me. I was so sensitive that I bucked against him, moaning. I couldn’t find words. He pushed another finger inside me and started stroking me in an aggressive rhythm to match what his tongue was still doing to me. I came again before I could even get a hold of what was happening. This time I grabbed his hand and smushed it over my mouth. The bus was finally moving, so at least it would be harder for everyone on the bus, and like two miles over, to hear me getting off.
This time as I drifted more or less back to my senses Jesse was stripping off his jeans. He reached for one of his travel bags and dug through it, tossing things around. Then he turned back to me, condom in hand, and sheathed his big dick so fast I bit my lip. He came to me and I spread my legs to take him, my entire body flushed with heat, desire still throbbing in my core.
He lowered himself over me until his eyes were inches from mine. His lips parted in a silent breath; I could feel the tension in his body as he struggled to go slow. He kissed me softly and I felt the head of his cock caress my clit, then nudge my opening.
“Fuck, I want to savor this…” He watched me bite my lip as he thrust into me, slowly. A wave of heat rushed through my body as he filled me. Then he thrust deeper, so deep it almost hurt, but it felt so fucking good at the same time.
I closed my eyes. I tried to relax, to calm the fuck down, to not go over again so fucking fast.
I was supposed to be resisting this…
Why, again? No idea.
Fuck. Jesse was fucking me.
Fuck.
“You okay?” he whispered, and kissed me again.
My eyes popped open and I nodded. I was more than okay. But I had told the guy that I hadn’t done this in two years; he probably wanted to make sure he wasn’t hurting me. I grabbed his ass and squeezed. “Don’t stop,” I urged him.
He fucked me slowly, grinding hard against me. Warm waves of pleasure rolled through my body. My clit hummed, the pleasure quickly coiling tighter like a spring about to release. My nipples were tight and hard and I couldn’t believe how fast he was about to make me come again. Every drag and thrust of his dick was bringing me closer. I tried to fight it, to hold on, to last a little longer, but I couldn’t.
“Fuck… Jesse… I’m gonna come again,” I managed to whisper between thrusts as I fought to hold on. Which only made him fuck me harder, speeding up until I crashed over the edge.
“Fuck, yeah,” he said as I cried out. He held me tight as I writhed beneath him, thrusting his tongue in my mouth to muffle my cries. He kissed me until I caught my breath, then lifted up, shifted one of my legs down between his and proceeded to fuck me like that. The pressure of my thighs pretty much closed around his dick as he fucked me, tight, was too crazy much. His hard body moving over mine…
“Fuck… Jesse… I can’t… oh my God… yeah… ah… fuck me like that…” A whole string of nonsense was coming out of my mouth, and he was loving it. Every time I begged him to fuck me harder, he groaned or panted or kissed me deeper. When I panted, “You’re so fucking big. You feel so fucking good…” I felt his cock strain inside me. He was sweating all over me. I had no idea how he was able to hold on for so long, but the man had stamina, that was for damn sure.
And just the thought of him trying not to come made me come again, the white-hot pleasure peaking through my body, a lightning bolt ripping through me. I clung to him as he kept on fucking me. But I honestly didn’t think I could take any more. As much as I wanted him to just fuck me all night, every which way, I wanted him to come, hard. I wanted him to let go… to lose control.
His thrusts sped up, and it felt so good and so raw and so intense, he had me gasping again.
“Oh, God. Come, Jesse.”
“Yeah? You want it, Katie?” His voice was all thick and husky and his entire body was hardening. He was riding the edge, and I wanted to yank him over to where I was. I wanted him to spin out of control and come crashing down with me.
“Yeah… please… give it to me…”
“Fuck… I want you.” He kissed me, plunging his tongue into my mouth as he fucked me harder.
You have me.
I sucked on his tongue and drove my fingernails into his ass. The tension rolled through his body in a wave and his hips snapped against me. He groaned into my mouth and I held him tight, my thighs wrapped around him as he came. I felt him pulse deep inside me and it was so fucking hot I wanted to come again.
He collapsed against me, burying his face in my neck. I wrapped my arms around his back, my legs going limp around his ass. I wanted to hold him like this for-fucking-ever as he breathed against me. His warm weight on top of me. His smooth, slippery skin against mine. His salt-and-cinnamon taste in my mouth.
He kissed my throat and I kind of hoped he was about to start pawing me again as he propped himself up on a shaky elbow and looked at me.
“Condom…” he panted, “… bathroom.”
Then he slipped himself out of me, flopped off the bed and stumbled to the bathroom to clean up.
And I lay there just feeling kind of stunned. Because oh my God. That was sex?
Uh-uh. I’d had sex. Lots of sex. With Josh. And it was never like that.
What the fuck was this man doing to me?
He’d just made me come, repeatedly, while sucking me and fingering me and fucking me, and I’d done pretty much nothing in return… except come all over him.
I lay there on my back, staring at the ceiling as the bus rolled along, swaying and bumping gently over the road, just trying to get my breathing under control.
It had all happened so fast.
My pulse pounded in my temples like my skull was about to explode. My clit throbbed. I was still fucking horny.
I kinda felt bad that he only got to have one orgasm.
He came back from the bathroom and tossed himself on the bed beside me, still breathing heavy. He lay there looking at me for a moment, then reached over and skimmed a finger down my throat, pausing briefly to feel my racing pulse. Then he dragged his fingertip down to one nipple and circled it. I twitched as the nipple peaked, ticklish in my overly-sensitized state. His eyes darkened dangerously.
Then he moved on down the bed. He spread my thighs and leaned in to go down on me again.
Oh, God…
Someone banged on the door, which made the entire doorframe shake. Jesse’s mouth hovered an inch from my clit.
“Jesse! Jesse and Katie! Get your naked asses out here and have a shot with us.”
It was a drunken Raf.
“It’s my motherfucking birthday motherfuckers!” chimed in Pepper.
Jesse grinned at me. I grinned back. “The man has a point,” he said. Then he feathered a fingertip over my clit.
“Uh-huh,” I whispered, squirming at his touch.
“So what do you say we go get you that drink?” He gave my throbbing pussy a slow, thorough lick, making me groan, then his dark, hooded eyes met mine. “Then we’ll come back here so I can fuck you some more.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
* * *
Katie
I woke to the tune of “Foxy Lady.” At least I thought that’s what it was.
I cracked one eye open to find Jesse sitting next to me on the bed playing one of his acoustic guitars. His tattooed forearm was in my line of sight, the whole mattress rocking to the rhythm of his ardent strumming. My gaze traveled down to the bare thigh the guitar was resting on.
My other eye popped open. He was naked. Like buck-ass naked. When he sang the first line of the song, I recognized the lyrics. Definitely “Foxy Lady.”
The bus was rolling along, faint morning light leaking in around the blinds. And Jesse’s sexy, slightly raspy morning voice made every tiny hair on my body stand on end.
Wow.
His gaze met mine and he kept singing. I just lay there and enjoyed, snuggled in under the covers. After a while I closed my eyes, because listening to Jesse Mayes play an
intimate serenade, in bed with me, was just as beautiful as watching him do it. Though some of the lyrics made me giggle.
When the song started to fade out, I opened my eyes and struggled to sit up. “What’s going on?” I croaked, my voice rough from too many nights in concert venues and bars, and too many shots of bourbon with the guys late last night, after Jesse and I had mad, rabid sex… and before we did it again.
And again.
We’d probably barely gotten an hour of sleep.
“Your naked show.” He ended the song with a flourish. “You won the bet.”
I rubbed my eyes. Obviously I was adjusting to life on the road with a bunch of rock ’n’ roll lunatics, because I barely felt drunk, much less hungover. “This wasn’t what we bet.” The sheet slipped down and Jesse’s gaze went with it. I was naked too.
“You said I had to play my next show naked.”
“Very clever. But not what I had in mind.” If this was the only naked show I was gonna get though, I was milking it for every drop. Which meant I was getting dressed, now, to make his nakedness as conspicuous as possible.
I got out of bed, taking the corner of the sheet with me. I held it against my chest with one arm, barely managing to keep my ass covered as I dug out some clothes.
Jesse tilted his head sideways, following the sheet with his gaze as it rode up over my ass cheek.
“So, you’re saying… my performance left you unsatisfied?” he asked, his words dripping with innuendo.
I blushed as the sensations of last night came flooding back. I bit my lip, recalling the way he’d hooked my leg over his arm, spreading my thighs as he drove himself deep… God, I had never been fucked like that. So… intensely. Every time I thought I couldn’t take any more, he gave more, which only made me want more. The man made me insatiable. I lost count of the orgasms somewhere in the double digits. At that point, it pretty much became a blur of bourbon and pleasure until I passed out from raw exhaustion and happiness.
“Your performance was, um... perfectly adequate,” I said, refusing to give a more enthusiastic review of either last night or “Foxy Lady.” His ego didn’t need it.
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