Sweetest Obsessions - Anthology

by Anthony, Jane

  “She did, did she?” Kayla mumbled, wondering why she was not really happy at that picture.

  “Yes, and get your mind out of the gutter. All we did was talk, which I know is bad and dangerous. I mean, what if she was a stalker or something like that? But she didn’t, just sat with me, and we talked about a whole bunch of shit as I ate. Then when I was done eating, she told me she really loved my music and then left. Well, she gave me a small peck on my forehead before she did, but considering how great that food was, trust me I was willing to do more than that.” He looked at her, humor in his eyes. “I still look for her at all my shows, you know?”

  “And have you ever seen her?” Kayla asked with a smile on her face.

  “No, never.” He looked at her. “So how is that for a crazy fan story?”

  “Really crazy, and should still add kind of dangerous. But I have to admit it was really funny too.” She was quiet for a bit, then she mumbled quietly, “I can’t cook.”

  “What?” he asked.

  “I am very bad at cooking,” Kayla replied, not knowing exactly why she said it, but still saying it nevertheless. “And by that, I mean I burn everything. Hell, I could probably mess up boiling an egg.”

  “We can’t be great at everything we do, Kayla, and with that voice of yours, you were bound to have a failing somewhere.” He smiled at her, uncharacteristically reaching out to squeeze her knee. The feeling of his skin against hers sent a tingling sensation through her body. But it was the indirect compliment that had her cheeks glowing red as she stared up at him.

  “Thanks,” she said softly. Kayla had leaned in so close to Jaxon that her thighs now brushed against his, her chest just inches away from his. She blinked twice as she stared at his lips. She felt his hands around her shoulders and wondered how they had gotten here. Then the solid expanse of his chest beneath her palms had her wondering when she had placed them there.

  Then he moved. Or maybe she was the one who did. It was hard to tell, but they were kissing now, and Kayla couldn’t think about anything else. There was no audience around them this time, no moon and sun above them. His lips closed around hers, and he sucked gently, the taste of him driving her crazy, driving her to want more, and she fisted her hand in his shirt even as she drove herself onto him until she was lying halfway on top of him. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and moaned when she tasted him. His hand fisted in her hair, and he pulled as he kissed her back. Her hands went beneath his shirt to feel the smooth and rock-hard expanse of his chest. Her hand brushed his nipples, and she smiled appreciatively when he gave a small gasp of pleasure. She felt him reach between them for the small clasp of her shorts and raised herself up to let him.

  Then they both jolted as the bus hit a large bump, and she was thrown halfway off him. Kayla reared back and looked at him, his shirt rumpled, his lips wet from her kiss. The window across from her showed her with hair disheveled and lips full and wet. She glanced down at him and saw the question in his eyes. Gasping loudly, she jumped up and fled into the bedroom. As she closed the curtains, she glared at him and then declared in a very loud whisper, “We are never talking about this. Ever.”

  The small, taunting smile on his face was the last thing she saw right before the curtain fell closed.

  7

  Jaxon kept the smile on his face long enough for the curtain to fall, then he turned around and punched the arm of the couch hard, cursing as he did so. He had no idea what had happened. He had been telling her about the crazy cook in his bus one moment, and in the next moment her lips were on his, her breasts pushing against his chest, and they were kissing. It was the best darn kiss he had ever had in his life, and that it came from the morally uppity Kayla was shocking. Even more shocking was the fact that, for the first time in his life, someone had managed to make him lose control.

  “Never talking about it.” He scoffed at that, like he would ever want to relive the experience. Grabbing his guitar and strumming it distractedly, he couldn’t help but wonder why those James Blunt lines were the only ones on his mind. You know, the lines he sang in that song about a beautiful woman he saw in a crowded place.

  Shaking his head, he told himself it was just a fluke. Maybe at the next stop, he’d go out to clear his mind. Visit a club or something. Nodding, he told himself that was what he was going to do. Best way to get a woman out of your head was to get another one in it, or any part of your body actually. It was just kind of annoying that Kayla was in his head to begin with. Really annoying.

  Kayla punched her pillow in frustration. Then lifted it and placed it above her head as the sound of Jaxon singing and playing his guitar just outside her door drifted toward her. He had a beautiful voice, and the truth was it was not his singing that had her so frustrated. It was the kiss they had shared, and while she wanted to blame him for it, she knew she was equally at fault. She could have stopped him before it got too far. But she had been just as curious as he apparently was.

  There was a small break in his song, and just when she thought he was done for the night, he launched into another. Cursing, she stood and stalked out of the room. Walking to him, she grabbed the guitar that sat comfortably between his legs and threw it on the couch.

  “What the hell did you do that for?” he demanded in a voice that would otherwise have made her pause at the very least.

  But Kayla was beyond thinking rationally. “In case you're blind and can’t see, it’s late, and I need to sleep.”

  He stared up at her. “You better return my guitar to my hand, or I swear you’ll be taking its place, and I’ll be hand-delivering the spanking you seem to really want this night.”

  Kayla gasped as she heard his words. Then she placed her hands on her hips and lean close to him so she was staring him in the face. “You dare—”

  In a flash, he had her over his legs, her palms falling to the floor to support her waist as her ass rested above his legs. Kayla’s eyes widened in shock, not ready to believe what he had just done. Or that he had the guts to even put his hands on her.

  The sound of his palm smacking her ass silenced those thoughts, and she yelped out, more in surprise than pain. He didn’t stop at one but delivered five more successful smacks to her cotton-covered bottoms, one hand placed on her back to hold her there.

  Then he let go of her, and Kayla scrambled to her feet, staring at him and breathing hard.

  “You spanked me,” she exclaimed in disbelief.

  Jaxon got to his feet, matching her breath for breath as he stared at her. He opened his mouth to say something. Then clamped it shut as he whirled around and walked out. Kayla watched him leave, still too shocked to do anything. It wasn’t until she heard the door slam did she look down and realized she was wet.

  8

  Kayla stared into the mirror, cotton ball in her hand and stripped down to her underwear. She slowly cleaned makeup off her face, humming a beat as she did. She was happy. Partly because the show had been great, but mostly because Jaxon was finally going back to his tour bus. The first morning after that whole debacle had been kind of awkward, but he had sort of apologized. Plus, Kayla had reminded herself she was not a fourteen-year-old teenager who just had her first kiss. It had been a little bit hard convincing herself there was nothing weird in him spanking her. But she had sat in bed for the better part of the morning wondering and seeing no way around it. In the end, she decided if he didn’t bring it up, she wasn’t going to. So she had gotten up from her bed and walked outside to meet Jaxon playing a slow tune on his guitar. He simply looked up at her and gave her a small smile, no indication whatsoever that just a few hours before, those fingers had been about to . . .

  After that, they had sort of a great time, talking about a lot of things, and Kayla discovered that Jaxon could be really funny. As in laugh until she rolled on the floor funny, which is something he made her do. He also taught her a few notes on his guitar, which was a little bit awkward when he needed to put his hands around her to show her how to pl
uck the strings. But in the end, it had been really fun for both of them. And she couldn’t wait for him to get the hell out.

  His very presence was grating on her nerves and not in a bad way, but in a good way. A good way which was bad, because it was the kind of good she needed to stay away from. He didn’t make a single move on her, but Kayla found herself wishing he would. Maybe it would have been better that way. Then she could get what she wanted and still blame him for it. All night, she tossed and turned in her bed, reminding herself of all the reasons she could not walk out right now and join him on the couch. Just wrap her hands around his bare chest, and she knew he slept shirtless because she had gone out for a drink of water and had to tiptoe past his half-naked form on her way to the fridge. It was one temptation she almost gave in to. So yes, she was going to be really happy to see him go, she told herself.

  Then the door opened, and she jumped up in her seat, turning around to see Jaxon walk into her bus, his shirt still a bit wet from the sweat of jumping up and down on stage. He dropped his guitar case on the couch and then looked up at her. That was when Kayla remembered she was in the lace and mesh bustier she had worn under her dress for the show. Squealing, she grabbed a towel from the side of the chair and covered herself, watching as Jaxon turned sharply around.

  “Sorry, I should have knocked.”

  “Yes, you should have,” Kayla responded as she tied the towel firmly around her waist.

  “Hey, I said I was sorry. Besides, it’s not like you were naked or something. I mean, that’s no different than a swimsuit.”

  Kayla’s cheeks went red as she spluttered behind him. “Still doesn’t give you a right to barge in here willy-nilly.”

  “No, it doesn’t. And like I said, I am sorry. Can I turn around now?”

  “Yes,” Kayla replied to him tersely, keeping a firm hold on the towel. “What are you doing back here?” she asked him.

  “Yeah, I told Addy to tell you, but it seems like she didn’t. My bus is still not ready, so it seems I will be staying with you for just a little while longer.”

  “What?” Kayla stared in shock, slowly shaking her head from left to right in denial. “No, no. That was not the deal. The deal was that you stay with me until we get here. We are here now, so I think it’s time you got off.”

  “Come on, Kayla. I am tired and just want to drop down somewhere. Definitely not in the mood to be having this talk with you. Besides, I thought we are friends now.”

  Kayla paused slightly at that, hating the fact that he was right, sort of. Finally, she just grunted and stalked off to her room, where she went to change into her T-shirt and shorts. When she came out, he had opened a bottle of wine and filled two glasses.

  “What is that for?” she asked, looking at him warily.

  “You can stop looking at me like I’m going to eat you or something. I just thought that we should celebrate a little. Great show and all.”

  “Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” Deciding there was no harm in it, she collected the glass from him and took a sip. “Wow, where did you get this?” she asked, glancing at the bottle.

  “From a very nice fan.”

  “Let me guess. Woman?”

  He smiled at that. “Nope, a man this time. You'll know him if I say who he is.”

  “Maybe, but shouldn’t you keep it for a special occasion?”

  “Well, I think this qualifies as a special occasion. We had a great show, we spent two days in a bus together, and rather than it end with one of us dead, we are getting to be pretty good friends here. I think that is worth celebrating, don’t you?”

  “Can’t argue with you on that,” Kayla said as they clinked glasses and raised their drinks to their lips.

  Four glasses later, Jaxon was laughing hard as Kayla wiggled her hips seductively in a bid to show him a move she had done in one of her music videos. Then she fell back to the couch, laughing hard and narrowly missing landing on Jaxon’s lap.

  “We had to retake that scene like twenty times, and every time the director would be like, ‘shake them, Kayla. Give the hips lives of their own’.”

  “Well, seems they still got a little bit of life left in them,” Jaxon chuckled.

  “I don’t know.” Kayla blushed at the compliment, still laughing though. “Maybe they do. Anyway, that was the day I decided I would never be the bombshell sex symbol and settled for being the girl next door instead.”

  “I don’t think it’s called settling in your case. I think that’s just who you are.”

  “Yeah, I guess so too,” Kayla agreed with him, not sure why she was a little bit disappointed he didn’t find her sexually appealing. Not that she was bothered about that really. Actually, it was better he didn’t find her sexually appealing, she told herself, lifting her glass of wine and drinking what was left in it.

  “Most of the time anyway,” Jaxon added, leaning on his side so he could look at her.

  Kayla couldn’t take her gaze away from his eyes, not that she wanted to. “What do you mean ‘most of the times anyway’?”

  He had stopped laughing now, his lips curved in a smile that held promises Kayla so desperately wanted him to fulfill. For a moment, he seemed to stare at her lips, then brought his gaze back to her eyes. “I’ve always thought the quiet ones are the most dangerous.” His voice was barely above a whisper, forcing her to lean in to hear what he was saying. “Because you never know what hit you until it’s too late. It can be exciting sometimes, and at other times it can be scary. Really, really scary.”

  “Do I scare you, Jaxon?” she asked, wondering why the hell he sounded like the vulnerable one when she was the one in danger.

  “Maybe.” He shrugged. “I don’t know. I think what scares me is what you could make me do, Kayla.”

  His confession emboldened her, the wine in her system offering the perfect excuse to those brain cells that were still trying to act sensibly. Her lips curved in a smile she hoped was flirty and seductive and not scared and pathetic. The way his eyes darkened told her she hit the bull’s-eye with that one. She stood up with her gaze on him, and before he could say or do anything, straddled him. Not that he was trying to stop her anyway. Her hands slipped into his hair, and she slowly shifted on his lap, her ass grinding on the thick weight she felt beneath her.

  “Still scared of me, Jax?” she asked, using a nickname she used to a very long time ago, long before she thought he was a very bad person. He grunted in reply, his arms curving around her as he spread his palm on the small of her back.

  “Good,” Kayla said before she leaned in and claimed his lips in a kiss. The taste of him mingled with the wine was a potent aphrodisiac that had her head reeling. She was the one on top, her lips dictating the pace of the kiss, her hands fisted in his hair. But Kayla knew she was not in control of this kiss any more than she could have controlled the wet heat that pooled between her legs. Her lips moved over his, slowly at first, picking up pace as the hunger grew in her, until she shoved her tongue in his mouth, wanting more of his taste. She felt his hands crawl up her back so he could cradle her head, felt him shift so he was the one on top. But Kayla didn’t give a hoot, as long as she could still taste him on her. When he lifted his head, she moaned low in protest, reaching out to drag his lips back when he placed a hand on her breast. She felt the heat right through her clothes, and her head fell back as he reached for the hem of her T-shirt. He lifted it over her head, then glanced in appreciation at her in the frilly lace cup bra she wore.

  “Nice,” he mumbled, and Kayla blushed deeply.

  “Just shut up and come back here,” she demanded, reaching for his head again. He obliged her, but this time he was in control. His lips moved gently over hers, stroking them in a lover’s caress that was all the more pleasurable for how gentle it was. His hands curved around her back, and hers around his neck as his lips devoured hers and his tongue sought entrance into her mouth. Kayla parted her lips, inhaling slightly as she eagerly accepted his tongue and all the sensati
ons that came with it. Sensations that had heated pulses racing through her body and settling somewhere just south of her belly button.

  His knee tucked between her thighs, rubbing slightly at her crotch, and Kayla reflexively thrust against it, blindly following the feelings racing through her. She fisted her hand in his hair, licking at his lips before foraying back into his mouth. Her muted cry of pleasure was matched by the deep rumblings in his chest. It was the best kiss of her life, so good she feared she would expire from the pleasure. His hands fumbled at her breasts, and it wasn’t until he closed his thumb and forefinger around her naked nipple that she realized he had taken off her bra. Then she felt her breath catch as he rolled the point between his fingers, his tongue still in her mouth. He lifted his head and looked down at her, even as his hand worked at her nipple.

  “Oh God,” she cried, seeing him. And yet not seeing him, pleasure clouding her senses because there was no way a sensible Kayla would ever think of calling Jaxon the most beautiful man in the world. “I want, I want . . .,” she tried to say, then fell back to the couch as another wave of pleasure swamped her.

  “Tell me, baby,” he implored, still toying with the hard buds of her nipples, his fingers scattering every single cognitive thought pattern she had. “Tell me what you want.”

  Breathing hard with frustration, she grabbed his head and forced it to her chest, sighing with pleasure as she felt the hot fan of his breath on her breasts. Moaning when she felt the wet heat of his mouth on her nipple. She clutched feebly at his hair, shockwaves of ecstasy shooting down between her legs. He sucked the tiny bud into his mouth, and Kayla felt her legs spasm, her body filled with a sexual charge she could not control. His used his teeth on her, his hand moving to the other nipple and stroking it as he licked, sucked, and grazed the other one.