by HELEN HARDT
Again, my cock begged me to plunge into nirvana.
But I held myself in check, letting her nipples slip from my mouth and then spreading tiny kisses over the flatness of her abdomen. On every part of her body, the surface of her skin was slightly different. Soft, sweet, still a bit salty, but different textures under my lips and tongue.
I was so close to her wet heat, and the aroma was driving me slowly insane. My cock was granite and stationary between my legs, so hard it was immobile. I buried my nose in her vulva and inhaled. Then, though it pained me, I skipped over her pussy and placed sucking kisses on her inner thighs.
“You have got to be kidding me,” came her sultry voice from the head of the bed.
I smiled against her thighs, wet from her juices, as I lapped at them.
I moved to the top of her knee and then down her calf. When I got to her bound ankle, I massaged it a bit, just in case the bindings were a little rough on her, and then slid my tongue over her instep.
Even her feet were gorgeous, her toenails painted a light, frosty pink. I kissed and lightly sucked on each toe, and then worked my way back up her leg. I inhaled her vulva again—God I was so fucking hard—and then, avoiding her pussy once more—fucking hardest thing I’ve ever done—I slid my lips and hands down her other shapely leg.
She moaned again, whimpering.
I had kissed almost every part of her at this point. But I was so far from done.
After massaging her other leg, ankle, and foot, kissing each toe, I traveled back up, inhaling once more the fumes from her sweet cunt and then sliding up to take her other nipple between my lips. I bit it gently, eliciting more whimpers from her.
Then, though my original plan had been to unbind her, turn her over, and kiss the rest of her, I could wait no longer. I straddled her and shoved my hard-as-rock cock deep into her succulent heat.
Sweet heaven. I had never been this hard in my life, and I felt every ridge, every tuck inside her. She cloaked me perfectly, teased me, sucked me into her body.
This.
This was the essence of life.
I had found a soul mate in Heather Myles.
A soul mate that would be denied me.
But damn it, I would make love to her this one time.
I had already fucked her, had already taken her ass.
What I was doing to her now was nothing new, but it was different. It transcended everything else in my life.
She writhed beneath me as I brought her to one orgasm and another.
Though it pained me, I withdrew for a moment and swiftly unbound her. Then I sank back into her, and she curled her arms and legs around me.
This was what I’d imagined. Lovemaking in its purest form.
And when my balls bunched up, and the tiny convulsions started at the base of my cock, I opened my mouth and let flow the words I’d been holding close to my heart for what seemed like forever.
“Goddamnit, Heather. I fucking love you.”
Chapter Thirty
Heather
I was flying. Soaring out over the vast blue of the Pacific Ocean. When I inhaled, I could even smell the glorious scent of the beach. Seagulls cawing, surfers shouting, children laughing…and in the midst of the beauty of the chaos,
I fucking love you.
I flew into another orgasm.
The words were nothing but fantasy. They hadn’t come from Jett. I knew that.
Though I longed to say the same words to the man pumping above me, I couldn’t force them from my throat. Instead, low moans, soft cries emerged as my climax entwined itself around my very soul.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him toward me.
The kiss was deep and passionate. I gave him everything I had with that kiss. Everything in my heart and soul, knowing it was the last time.
I reached toward him with every cell in my body, every emotion in my heart.
I love you, Jeremy, I said with that kiss. For the rest of my life, I will love no other as I love you.
Even though his head couldn’t hear my words, his heart and soul could. I was sure of it.
I cried out at the loss when he broke the kiss.
He lay down on his back, pulling me into his arms. His kisses became softer. Not as deep, not as ferocious.
But they lasted a long, long time.
When I woke up, I was still in Jett’s bed, still naked, with him spooned against my back. His breaths were deep and regular as they drifted into my hair.
I was thirsty, so I edged away from him, got up, and headed to the bathroom for a glass of water. Then I went back to the bed and stood next to it, staring down at the beautiful man—the man I’d been closer to than anyone in my life just over a period of a few days. I had learned so much from him. And I knew what I could do to repay him.
I could leave.
I wouldn’t be the needy woman who had inadvertently fallen in love with the rock star whose life had no room for a real relationship. I had to think about these few days as he did—a fun time, but nothing more. If he’d truly rigged the bomb threat at the concert to save me so I’d sleep with him, we’d both gotten what we wanted.
It wasn’t his fault that I wanted more, would always want more.
My heart lurched, but I sniffed back the tears that threatened to fall.
I crept slowly through the room, gathered my clothes, and went back to the bathroom to get dressed. I would’ve liked a shower, but I didn’t want to take the chance of waking Jett.
I sneaked out of his room, down the stairs, and out the door.
I awoke to my ringtone blaring.
“Hello?” I said into the phone.
“Where the hell are you?”
Jett’s voice. I took the phone from my ear and checked the time. Early morning. Six thirty a.m.
“I’m at home.”
“I woke up and you were gone.”
“I… I’m sorry. I thought it would be better if—”
“You thought? What about what I think?”
Jett had been so sweet to me. Rough but gentle. The man was the ultimate paradox—like he was being tugged two different ways.
And in truth, he was. Part Jett, part Jeremy.
But he had to be Jett. Jett was the success.
“What do you think, J— Jett?” I’d been about to say Jeremy, but caught myself.
“I… I don’t know. I don’t ever fucking know what I think. Someone else has to think for me.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about… The fact that I invited a woman to my bed, and I wake up in the morning and she’s fucking gone. Don’t I mean just a little bit more to you than that?”
“You mean a lot to me. But you’re Jett Draconis. I’m just a nobody. You’ve had a lot of women in your bed. Do you call them all in the morning demanding to know where they went?”
“Goddamnit!”
“Is that your answer?”
“No, that’s not my fucking answer. I got another call. I’m sorry. I have to take it.”
I let out a breath I had been holding. “I understand.”
The call dropped.
Apparently, someone else was more important than knowing why I had left his bed.
Though I wasn’t surprised, sadness swelled within me. I put my phone down and then curled up in a fetal position in my bed.
Sleep did not return.
Chapter Thirty-One
Jett
I truly meant nothing to her. She had ignored my confession of love, which my head knew was just as well. The words should never have left my lips. She and I could never be, a fact that was hammered back into me by the call that had interrupted us.
“Hey, Mom,” I said.
“Thank God you answered, Jeremy.” My mother’s voice was breathy with panic.
“What’s going on?”
“Ty got an anonymous phone call early this morning. It was pretty ominous. Just said they had evidence that his alibi was f
ake. That you hadn’t been with him that night.”
Anger descended upon me like an avalanche. Fucking Alicia Hopkins. I’d take care of that bitch. “It was probably just a prank, Mom. I wouldn’t worry about it.” But my words were empty. Already my heart was thundering. Alicia was marking her territory. She knew I was feeling something more for Heather, something I wasn’t allowed to feel.
Why had I jumped off that stage?
The bomb threat had turned out to be nothing. Heather would have been fine.
But I hadn’t known that at the time. All I’d known was that I had to keep her safe. I had to.
I’d never told my mom and brother about Alicia’s threats and the deal I’d made with her. I’d basically prostituted myself for fame and fortune. For success.
That was the real reason I could never be with Heather.
Even if I could somehow get out of the whole Alicia thing, Heather deserved so much better than a man who would sell his soul for fame and fortune.
“Can you come to Chicago?” my mother asked.
“I can’t, Mom. I’ve got rehearsal every day and concerts nearly every night. And our Glass Houses tour starts in less than a month. There’s just no time.”
“I know. I understand. There’s never any time.”
“Mom…”
“It’s not that we don’t appreciate everything you do for us, Jeremy. It’s just that sometimes…” She sighed. “Sometimes I wonder if it was worth the cost.”
Hell, I’d wondered that myself more than once. Way more than once since I’d met Heather.
But my mother wasn’t talking about my deal with Alicia. She didn’t know about that.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“We never see you anymore. We miss you, Jeremy.”
“Mom, your house is paid off. You have everything you could possibly want.” I’d already made sure my mom and brother would be taken care of in high style for the rest of their lives.
“Not everything,” she said. “We don’t have you.”
I banged on Alicia’s door.
“Where is she?” I demanded when her maid answered.
“I’m sorry, but she can’t be disturbed right now. She’s with her masseur.”
“Really? I know what that means.” I stepped inside Alicia’s mansion.
“Mr. Draconis, I can’t let you—”
I whisked past her and ran up the stairs and down the hallway to the door of her dungeon. I opened it and walked in, expecting to find her tied up and getting pounded.
I was surprised to find the room empty. Maybe she truly was having a massage.
I stormed into each room and finally found her, just as her maid had said, facedown on a massage table with a muscular blond man fondling her uncovered glutes.
Yeah, professional. I was pretty sure his finger would be sliding up her hole at any moment.
He looked up at me and said in a low, soft voice, “We’re in the middle of a session, sir. We need privacy. Thank you for understanding.”
“Sorry, dickhead. I need a word with your mistress there.”
“She’s not my—”
Alicia’s head popped up from the table, her neck turning toward me. “Jett, what are you doing here?”
My name got the masseur’s attention. “Holy shit! You’re Jett Draconis! I’m a huge fan.”
“Thanks. Nice to meet you.” I turned back to Alicia. “We have business to discuss,” I said through clenched teeth.
“Can it wait, darling? I’m so stressed out, and Anders is working out the kinks for me.”
“You’ll never be able to work out all the kink in her,” I said to Mr. Muscles. “Trust me on that one.” I walked forward. “You’re done here, Anders.”
“He is most certainly not done,” Alicia said.
“What will it take? Money?” I said to Anders.
“Jett, really. You know I can buy and sell you a hundred times over. Whatever you offer him, I can offer more.”
I turned to Anders. “How about a couple of front row tickets to the Emerald Phoenix concert next Friday?”
That got Anders’s attention. “Really?”
“Get the fuck out of here right now and it’s done, buddy,” I said.
“Anders, don’t listen to him. I can give you whatever tickets you want.”
“But she can’t get you tickets to a sold-out concert,” I said. “I can.”
Anders gently covered Alicia’s derrière with a white towel. “Sorry, ma’am, but my husband loves Emerald Phoenix. In fact, he’d cream his pants if he knew I just met Jett Draconis.”
“You have a card on you?” I asked.
Anders reached into his pocket, retrieved a business card, and handed it to me.
“Thanks. I’ll have the tickets emailed to you.”
A huge grin split Anders’s chiseled cheeks. “Awesome.” He grabbed my hand in both of his and shook it hard. “This is amazing. Thank you so much.” He left the room.
I turned back to Alicia. “You leave my mother and brother alone.”
“Why did you chase Anders away? Now I have to find another masseur, and I don’t think I’ll be able to find another one with such a nice cock.”
“You’re fucking him?” Not that I was surprised. “He’s married. And gay.”
“Money talks, Jett. You of all people should know that. I slip him a little Viagra, and he has no problem getting hard for me. He’s so huge. He nearly splits my ass in two.” She grinned.
I berated myself inwardly. I had let her get me off track. “You’ve been in contact with my mother. That needs to stop.”
“It will stop when you stop seeing that little slut Heather Myles.”
“Our deal was that I could fuck whoever I wanted to. I wanted to fuck Heather. Now I’m done.” And I truly was. Since she’d ignored my confession of love in the heat of the moment, she clearly did not share my feelings. I had been mistaken when I thought I saw more in her eyes.
“You must think I’m some kind of idiot. You want much more than a fuck from Heather Myles. You’ve had her a couple times already now, and let me guess. You want her again, don’t you?”
I didn’t bother denying it. “Christ, Alicia, what I want has never been a part of our deal.”
“You’re mine.”
“What’s so special about me? Why do you need me at your fucking beck and call? You have Anders’s big dick. If his dick matches those muscles of his, I’m sure as hell no competition for him.”
“Correction. I had Anders’s big dick. No longer.”
“Why not? Offer him money, and he’ll come back.”
“Never. He left me in the middle of a session without even having the decency to give me a fuck first. He left for a few stupid concert tickets. I’ll never hire him for anything again.”
Well, then, Anders, I just did you a huge favor, whether you realize it or not. Concert tickets and your freedom in one afternoon. Now if I could only figure out how to do that for myself.
“Why me, Alicia?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean. You can buy anyone you want. What’s so special about me? Why do you insist that I be around to fuck you at your will? Why is it so important to you that I never fall in love? So important that you’ve blackmailed me with my family’s freedom?”
No response, but her lips trembled slightly.
“Why, Alicia?” I demanded again. “Why do you torment me like this?”
“Because”—she slid her tongue over her lips like an asp getting ready to strike—“I can.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Heather
Susie pounced on my bed at ten a.m. I hadn’t slept, but I’d lain in bed dreaming of my time with Jett and ruminating on his odd phone call earlier.
“Tell me everything,” she demanded.
I so wasn’t in the mood to recount the entire episode with Janet and then Jett in detail, and that was what she would want.
“Suze, I didn’t sleep well. Why don’t you ask Janet? She can fill you in.”
Susie giggled. “I’ve already talked to her. She said you wouldn’t do anything until Jett got there, and then all she did was go down on you and suck on your titties a little before Jett asked her to leave so you two could be alone.”
I sighed. I should have known Susie would get the scoop any way she could.
“So how was it?” she asked again. “Did you like being with a girl?”
Had I? That part of it seemed like a blur now. Everything was Jett, Jett, Jett. My last time with Jett.
“It was okay.”
“Okay? Jan’s gorgeous!”
“Yeah, she is. But…”
“But what?”
“But…I’m not really into girls, I guess.”
Frankly, I wasn’t into guys anymore, either. I was into one guy.
One guy I’d never have again.
I was hopelessly in love with Jett Draconis. Or Jeremy Gustafson.
Which one was it?
It was both of them. It was the artistry and beauty of Jett Draconis. It was the gentility, sweetness, and raw talent of Jeremy Gustafson. It was the tenacity and devotion to music of both of them. They’d figured out how to use their God-given talents to get to the top.
And thinking of them as two different people was more than a little disturbing.
“You don’t have any response to that?” Susie was saying.
Had she said something? “I’m sorry. What?”
“Jan said you’re a great kisser. Better than most girls. You use more tongue.”
“Oh?” I was oddly flattered. “I just kissed the way I always do.”
“You don’t have a lot of experience with girls. Bisexual girls, I mean. Men like to use a lot of tongue, so girls are used to keeping their tongues in their own mouths. The problem is, when a girl kisses another girl, neither of them lets their tongues stray out of their mouth. So what you get is basically a tongueless kiss. Since you’d never been with a girl before, that’s what Jan was expecting from you. She said she was pleasantly surprised.”