I even felt less ashamed of my floundering ambition since our pot-induced discussion about my art. In fact, sharing the details of how my life had gone so off-track with Jesse made it all seem kind of trivial and a hell of a lot less daunting, like a blip in the road, in the past, that I could finally put behind me.
He pulled back and looked at me with his dark, hooded, ready-to-fuck eyes. “You wore your glasses tonight,” he said, and licked his lip.
“Um… yeah?” Seriously? He liked my glasses?
He slipped his hand up my skirt, in full view of Jude, who was sitting on the couch next to ours. “And your little white panties.”
I bit my lip and met Jude’s gaze. He looked away. I squirmed as Jesse brushed his thumb between my legs. I leaned in and told him, “You have no shame.”
He pulled me closer. “Tell me, Katie Bloom. What do I have to be ashamed about?”
I didn’t have an answer for that.
He stroked my clit and I tried to squeeze my thighs together a little to keep control. I was unraveling at his touch, but more embarrassed than usual to be doing it in public. It was unnerving. It was also dizzying, exhilarating, and hot as fuck.
“I’ve never known anyone like you,” I said.
“It scares you.”
My heart beat in my throat. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pulled my panties aside. He slipped his finger along the soft, slick flesh of my pussy… then pushed inside me.
My mouth dropped open.
He kissed my bottom lip, lapped his tongue into my mouth, and then we were going at it. He fingered me as we made out, his thumb rubbing against my clit. The sweet friction built, fast, heat swelling in my core. I kissed him hard, holding on tight as the pleasure gripped my body.
“Oh, God.” I pulled away a bit, panting for breath, dangling just on the edge. “Not here,” I begged.
He stroked me softly, his finger still inside me. My head spun. I needed to come so badly, and I could. Jesse wanted me to. But I just wanted to savor this feeling, sitting in his lap with his hand between my legs, blood and breath and pure ecstasy coursing through my body.
I took a long, deep breath.
Free. I wasn’t used to feeling this free.
It felt fucking good. Incredible.
It felt like life used to feel. Like who I used to be, who I was becoming before I fell for Josh and my life took a different path than the one I thought I wanted.
It made me wonder about that girl. Was she here now, sitting in Jesse Mayes’ lap?
He withdrew his hand from my skirt and leaned over to talk to Jude, then got up and took my hand.
He led me out back, to an alley behind the club. Jude accompanied us to the door, but didn’t follow us outside. No one was around. It was quiet, just some distant traffic noise and the muffled thud of the club as we walked into the shadows.
I glanced back, a little alarmed that Jude wasn’t coming with us. “Um… what if someone tries to mug us?”
“Then I’ll kill them.”
“Well, shit.” I did a little skip-step in my new pink studded Valentinos. “That’s good. Because I really wanna keep these shoes.”
He pressed my back up against the wall. “Good. Because I really wanna do you in those shoes.” Then he got down on his knees in front of me.
I took a shaky breath as he pushed my skirt up over my hips. I widened my stance, trying not to fall over in my four-inch heels. “Fuck,” he said, yanking my little white panties down my thighs. He skimmed his fingertip over my clit. “You, Katie Bloom, are every fucking wet dream I had when I was a kid.”
Then he ate me out. I gasped into my hand to keep from making too much noise. I teetered in my high heels and he pressed me against the wall. He licked and sucked at my clit until I was dripping, aching, kind of wishing he would fuck me right here, but I didn’t know if he had a condom.
While he feasted on me, he undid his jeans, took his cock out, and jacked himself off. And oh, God… it was way too fucking much. I could see him working his cock in his hand, his rings glinting in the shadows. His breaths got faster the more I squirmed with arousal. He moaned and I felt the vibrations in my clit. I came suddenly on his tongue, clutching his hair in fistfuls and gasping into the dark while he sucked on me.
Afterward he stood up in front of me, his hard length still in his fist.
“Didn’t do much for you?” I teased, breathless, glancing down at his cock. He hadn’t come yet.
He held my face with his other hand and kissed me hungrily. “This is what you do to me,” he said. Then he groaned against my neck as he came, jerking himself on my pussy.
After we’d caught our breath, I rubbed his come into my skin like some kind of luxury lotion, because I really didn’t know what else to do with it. He grinned and kissed me. Then I licked my fingers, because they were sticky, and again, because I didn’t know what else to do. Also, because they tasted like Jesse. His pupils dilated as he watched me do it and he bit his lip. “Fuck, Katie,” he said, then he kissed me again, deep.
“I really should’ve saved it, to sell it on eBay,” I said, when we finally stopped making out again.
“Huh?”
I fixed my panties and raised an eyebrow at him as I smoothed my skirt. “The essence of Jesse Mayes. Would’ve made us a pretty penny.”
He shook his head at me, but laughed. “You are one twisted bitch, Katie Bloom.”
I grinned at that.
He pulled me roughly against him, kissing me again. “How do you feel?” he mumbled against my lips.
“Dirty,” I said as he wrapped me in his arms.
Free, I should have said.
* * *
It was many days later, somewhere on the road to Nashville, that the tour bus pulled off the highway at a truck stop and I took a wander, alone with my phone.
“I’m crazy, right?” I asked my best friend.
As soon as I had Devi on the line, I’d filled her in on the state of things as vaguely as I could—Devi didn’t need every dirty detail, as much as she might want them—while still making it clear I’d lost my mind.
Because the night before, Jesse and I had barely slept. Instead, we’d fucked for hours on end without any condom. I was on the pill, and he’d shown me the blood work he’d conveniently had done at the beginning of the tour, “Just in case,” with a big shit-eating grin on his face. For my part, no one had touched me in the last two years; anyway, I’d taken every test ever invented, three times over, when I found out Josh had ricocheted into the bed of one of my best friends after our almost-wedding—because who knew who or what he might’ve been doing even sooner than that. Jesse and I had discussed it in a mature fashion, then gone at it like monkeys. Skin to skin.
So the glove, and all bets, were officially off.
And as the sensations of last night came flooding back, a wave of arousal coursed through me. My stomach clenched and my breath caught. I bit my lip. I almost dropped my phone.
“Uh… hello…?” I heard Devi on the other end.
“Yeah.” I closed my eyes for a sec and just breathed. All I saw in the dark was Jesse, kissing me, moving over me, holding me down… God. I could feel his cock pumping in my mouth and taste his salty, intoxicating taste. I swallowed, hard. The flesh between my legs still hummed from his touch, sore, almost, and ready to go… again. “I’m having unprotected sex with a sex symbol who’s probably screwed his way coast to coast. Blood work or no, I’m crazy.”
“You’re falling for him.”
Fuck.
Not what I wanted to hear.
“And that’s crazy, right?”
“I don’t know,” my best friend said. “I think it’s only natural, Katie. I mean you’re with him all the time. You’re sleeping together.”
“I’m so screwed.” I turned to look back at the bus from across the lot. Jesse was there, shirtless, stretching, looking like some sun god, all gorgeous and golden in his low-slung jeans.
“I
thought that was the good news,” Devi teased.
Jesse caught me looking and grinned. I turned away. “I can’t think straight around him.”
“Do you think he’s screwing anyone else?”
“I don’t think so. I mean, he could be. It’s not like he couldn’t get it anywhere he wanted, if he wanted.”
“But you don’t think he wants to?”
“I don’t think so.” I didn’t. Despite the sheer volume of hot babes tossing themselves at his feet, I really didn’t. Which was maybe part of my problem.
“Maybe he’s falling for you, too.”
“Don’t start putting that shit in my head.”
“Katie…”
“What?”
There was a long, strained silence as trucks whipped by on the highway and I braced myself for what I knew was coming.
“Do you seriously believe you can’t be loved?” Devi asked. “Just because of what Josh did to you?”
The worry in my best friend’s voice killed me a little.
“I don’t know, Devi. I can’t have this conversation right now, okay?” I felt dangerously close to crying and no way I could handle that. Not now. Not until I was home and miles away from Jesse Mayes and all this craziness was over with and I could think straight again.
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
Another silence.
“He fucks like a beast,” I whispered.
“Holy hell.”
“He’s so hot I think I might melt.”
When I turned around he was still there. No surprise, a couple of girls had materialized out of the ether with crap for him to sign. He was saying something that made them laugh and play with their hair.
“That’s awesome, Katie.”
I watched as Jesse smiled at whatever the girls said back to him. Then he looked over at me and smiled bigger.
“But you know, no matter how real this is or isn’t, or how long it lasts, there’s only one thing that really matters,” my best friend said, from so far away. “Is he good to you?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
* * *
Jesse
“The damage you did to my tongue will have me singing with a lisp,” I informed Katie as I climbed into the driver’s seat of the tour bus. I checked my swollen tongue in the mirror, and the angry red damage where the tooth had cut through.
“I didn’t bite your tongue,” she said, settling back in the passenger seat. “You bit your tongue.”
True.
“Which was your fault,” I said.
Also true.
We were on our way to Austin when I decided to commandeer the wheel of the bus. A few days back we’d passed that point, the one that came on every tour, when I got sick as fuck of life on the bus and started pacing, climbing the walls, and generally driving everyone else nuts. Travel time between tour stops didn’t justify flying, so I had no choice but to endure the road. I’d taken over driving to change things up.
When we’d stopped for gas, Kenny got out to fuel up, Mick and Raf went for beer, Jude disappeared wherever, and I pulled Katie into my lap on the co-pilot seat. I then proceeded to dry-hump her like a horny mutt. I’d been trying to get up her skirt all morning, also to stave off my road boredom. I started to peel her tank top off, she protested something about windows, and I shoved my tongue down her throat to shut her up. She pulled my shirt off, distracted me by scraping her fingernails over my nipples, then wrenched her mouth free, licked my ear and whispered something that sounded distinctly like I should fuck you up the ass.
Which made me bite my tongue so hard it bled.
Unfortunately the guys had started piling back on the bus before I could make her pay for the bloody tongue, or explain that comment. My tongue was still throbbing, the coppery taste of blood still in my mouth.
“Practice,” she said. “Sing something and I’ll tell you if you lisp.”
I started singing the chorus to “Dream Weaver,” of all things. And I did lisp a little on the v and th sounds. It also hurt to try not to. Katie roared with laughter. Then I said, “Ow,” and she shut her mouth.
“What’s wrong?” Mick appeared, cracked open a cold beer, handed it to Katie and took away her empty; she’d already pounded one back while we’d waited for Jude and Kenny to return.
“Thanks!” She took a swig. “I made Jesse bleed,” she said with fake-ass sympathy.
“Keep it up,” Mick said, and disappeared into the back.
“Don’t encourage her,” I growled after him.
“Aw. Poor baby,” Katie said sweetly, her big blue-greens gleaming with joy.
“You’re lucky there’s no show tonight.”
“I’ve never seen you pout before,” she said, still wide-eyed with glee. “It’s adorable.”
“Not pouting,” I grumbled. “Bruising.”
She laughed again as I steered the bus out onto the highway, humming the chorus to “Dream Weaver.”
“Maybe you could just hum the whole show tomorrow,” she suggested brightly.
“If you’re gonna pull co-pilot, make yourself useful,” I ordered.
“And how would I do that?” She glanced over her shoulder into the lounge, then leaned in and whispered, “I am not giving you a roadie.”
“Why the fuck not?” I started to make a suggestive gesture with my tongue, but stopped when I tasted fresh blood. “Ow. Fuck.” I shot her a look, daring her to laugh at my injury again.
She smiled prettily and drank her beer. “Don’t worry, I’ll be more entertaining when I’m inebriated. Help you pass the time. I’m going full-bore co-pilot on this.”
“Uh-huh. And what do you do to pass the time on a road trip?”
“I dunno. Talk about boys? Last time I went on a road trip I was eighteen.”
“Sounds fucking boring.”
She hooked an eyebrow at me over her beer. “You saying boys are boring?”
“And hairy. And they stink. Trust me, I’ve been on plenty of road trips with dudes and they’re highly overrated.”
Katie laughed. “Okay. So what do you stinky boys do on the road? I mean, you know, besides all the hookers and blow or whatever.”
“Hmm.” I pretended to think about it. “I don’t know. We’ve never run out of the hookers and blow before.”
She rolled her eyes. “Uh-huh. We could play a road game.”
“Sounds like some good clean PG fun.”
“Though unless it’s a drinking game…” She held up her beer and toasted the air. “I don’t really see the point.” She punctuated that with a swig of beer, then smiled. And I really wished she’d wrap those pretty pink lips, wet with beer, around my cock.
Maybe later. There were always more rest stops.
“You keep drinking, babe, we’ll make it a drinking game. But the only road game I remember is Top Five. Got into a lot of fights over it.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Oh yeah. Bad words were said. Drinks were thrown. It was ugly.”
“Sounds awesome.”
“It’s not for the faint of heart.”
“Teach me!”
“Okay. It’s easy. I just give you a topic and you say the top five things in that category.”
“Such as?”
“Top five bands.”
“Oh, that’s easy.”
“That’s what I said. But it’s deceptively controversial, I warn you.”
“Maybe for stubborn, overly-opinionated rock stars. I, on the other hand, am a civilized lady.” She took another swig of her beer. She was already looking flushed, her cheeks pink; it didn’t take much. The girl couldn’t hold her booze worth a damn.
Which was fine with me. I happened to like drunk Katie.
My dick liked her too. Especially when she rolled the frosty beer bottle between her breasts, making her nipples harden against the cotton, the condensation dripping down inside her tank top…
Fuck.
Eyes on the fucking road.
; “So go ahead, sweetheart. Top five bands.”
“Like, of all time?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Number one. Dirty. Obviously.”
“Obviously.”
“Two. The Jesse Mayes solo project band.”
That made me grin. Carefully. My tongue was still throbbing dully. “Nice. And I’ll tell Raf you said that.”
“Three. The Police.”
“Interesting choice.”
She eyed me, sidelong, as if waiting for an argument. “You don’t want to piss off Sting, do you? That dude will out-Zen you to shit.”
“I don’t even know what that means.”
“Number four. Queen.”
“Wrong.”
“What!?”
“Queen are legends. Excellent choice. Just not top five.”
“Okay. Now I see why you guys fought. But guess what? You’re driving, I’ve got beer, and you don’t get a veto vote on my list. It’s my top five. Queen. Number four.” She threw back her beer, which was almost empty.
“Alright. Number five?”
“David Bowie.”
“That’s not a band.”
“Whatever. Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars.”
“You have some curious musical tastes for a woman who’s only been around the last twenty-four years.”
“Thank you.” She took a self-congratulatory swig from her beer, emptying it, and excused herself to get a new one. “Your top five,” she said as she returned, plopping into her seat. She tossed her feet up on the dash, making her mini skirt creep up, giving me an eyeful of those pale, smooth thighs, and a vivid idea of what I’d like to be doing with them… like wrapping them around my face.
“Okay.” I cleared my throat, trying to focus. “The Doors. The Who. Cream. Zeppelin. Dylan. Done.”
“Bob Dylan? ‘That’s not a band,’” she said, throwing my words back at me.
“Bob Dylan and his band.”
“You have some curious musical tastes for a man who’s only been around for the last… twenty-eight years?”
“Twenty-nine. Top five kinky things you want me to do to you that I haven’t yet.”
Katie laughed. “Ah, he finds a way to turn the good clean PG road game dirty.”
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