by Nina Levine
Be The One
Crave #2
Nina Levine
Contents
Untitled
Untitled
Book Two in the Crave Series
Warning:
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Acknowledgments
Sneak Peek at Relent
Relent Chapter 1
Relent Chapter 2
About the Author
Copyright
Credits
Nina Levine
Book Two in the Crave Series
Jett & Presley’s Story
This book is the second book in my Crave series. If you haven’t read the first book yet, you will definitely need to read it first for this one to make any sense.
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It is titled, All Your Reasons.
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I hope you love Jett & Presley as much as I do
Nina xx
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Warning:
For Mature Audience 18+
Contains Adult Sexual Situations & Language
Dedication
Mum, this one’s for you.
I cried my eyes out writing parts of this because all I could think of was you.
If you tear up at any parts, chances are that you and everything you’ve been through inspired that part.
I love you.
Prologue
Dear Jett,
Don’t forget to dance in the rain…
If there’s one thing I wish for you, it’s a lifetime of happiness. I’m sorry I can’t be there to see that through with you but you need to promise me you’ll carry on now that I’m gone and fight for your happiness. I know you struggle to let people in and I know you’re so worried about losing the people you love, but you can’t live your life that way. Life is like a storm, one minute calm and the next it’s all chaos and mess. Promise me you won’t wait for the storm to pass. Promise me you’ll dance in the rain.
Love, P
xx
1
Presley
Night after cancer charity event
“Good God, you’re a lucky bitch.”
I whack my hand over my best friend’s mouth before she can blurt out anything else. “Shh,” I caution her while she wrestles with me to remove my hand from her mouth.
“Don’t tell me to shh,” she mutters as she wins our wrestling match. “Don’t you think women everywhere need to know there are men on this planet who are well hung and know how to use it?” She grins at me once she has the words out and I can’t help but laugh with her.
“You’re right; it’s a rare gift,” I concede and raise my glass at her. “Cheers to men with huge cocks and the talent to use them well,” I say before throwing back the rest of my drink.
The bartender shakes his head at us but there’s a smirk on his face. Leaning across the bar, he looks at Erin and says, “If I knew all you were after was a guy with a big dick, I would have let you know weeks ago that you’ve found one.”
We’ve been coming to this club for a couple of months now and these two have been flirting ever since. He’s hot, but I’m fairly certain Erin is after a guy in a suit, not a dude pulling beers.
She leans closer to him and says, “I’m after more than a guy with a big dick, Romeo. If he can’t use that thing well, I’d rather fill my vibrator with batteries and sort myself out.”
He leans away from her and reaches for our empty glasses. “No need for vibrators, babe, my dick is extremely talented. All you gotta do is say the word.”
Erin waves him away. “Yeah, yeah, that’s what they all say.”
Mr Bartender shrugs. “Your loss. Now, do you girls want more drinks?”
I nod and he gets to work on our cocktails. We’re each about five drinks in and I’m feeling the buzz, which is exactly what I needed after dealing with Lennon yesterday and last night.
“So tell me, how did Jett handle learning about Lennon?” Erin asks, looking at me expectantly.
“You’ve been hanging out for this all day, haven’t you?”
She grins. “Yeah, you know how much I love juicy gossip. Now spill.”
Sighing, I fill her in. “He was great. To be honest, he was more interested to know why he’d never met me before, because it seems as if he’s known Lennon for years.”
Erin seems disappointed. “Is that it? He didn’t get all possessive of you? Didn’t have a punch up with Lennon over it all?”
“No. He did tell Lennon to leave but that was about it.”
Her shoulders slump and a frown lines her face. “Well fuck, I was hoping for something more interesting than that. Jett can’t be perfect all the damn time. His flaws have to show soon.”
Smiling mischievously at her, I tease, “The interesting part was when he took me home -”
She cuts me off. “For fuck’s sake, Presley, I don’t need to hear how fucking awesome he is in bed again. Can’t you see I’m dying of sexual frustration over here? Women like you with their perfect, penis-slinging men should never be allowed to mix with sex-starved women like me.”
I can’t help but laugh. Pointing at our bartender, I say, “You could change your sex status tonight, babe. Romeo here would be more than happy to help you out.”
He is just placing our drinks on the bar as I say this, and nods in agreement. “Happy to help where I’m needed.”
Erin sighs and places her head on the bar in defeat. Still laughing, I hand him some cash to pay for our drinks and he leaves us in peace.
“I think he’s got the message; he’s gone,” I tell her as I take a sip of my mojito.
She looks up and mouths a “thank fuck” as she drinks some of her cocktail. “He’s fun to flirt with but I was never interested in sleeping with him,” she admits.
“He’s not really your type, is he?”
As she opens her mouth to reply, the noise in the club suddenly grows loud, and I look around to see what has caused it. We’re a fair distance from the front door but I can make out that a group of people have just entered and are heading our way. The crowd has surged toward them so I figure it’s perhaps someone famous.
“Is that Jett?” Erin yells out, trying to grab my attention over the sound of the crowd.
Squinting, I realise she’s right. As they come closer, I can see all the guys from the band.
“Did you know he was coming here tonight?” she asks before I can reply.
“No,” I yell back at her because the noise is getting even louder the closer they come. I’m beginning to feel claustrophobic with all the women who are surging through the crowd with the guys, desperately trying to latch on to one of them. Thank goodness for the four security guys with the band; they’d be crushed without them.
Jett�
��s cocky grin comes into full view and a minute later he’s in front of me, his hands going straight to my waist so he can pull me close and kiss me. “Hello, beautiful,” he murmurs as he ends the kiss, and his warm breath and fuck-me voice shoots desire through my body.
I don’t want to swoon, but I’m fucking swooning. Even amongst this noisy, threatening crowd, I only have eyes and ears for Jett. And as much as I’m still trying to guard my heart from falling too heavily for him, it’s falling. Fast.
“How did you know I was here?”
His hand rests on my ass and as he presses himself into me, I can’t help but feel his erection. “Does it matter?” he murmurs against my ear. “The main thing is I’m here now, and I’ve gotta tell you, I’ve been thinking about you all fucking day.”
My arms go around him and I pull him closer against me. The groan that escapes his lips turns me on even more than I already am. There’s nothing sexier to me than a man who is vocal in his appreciation of his woman. “What have you been thinking?” I ask, playing with him.
“I’ve been thinking about how much I want to do this.” He has me backed up against the bar and his hand on my ass moves down my leg to pull my dress up so he can reach his hand up to my panties. His fingers trace the skin along the edge of them. “Do you think that was a productive use of my time? Thinking about that all day…” His voice trails off as he kisses his way down my neck to my throat.
My entire body is alive and I feel needy.
Needy for his words.
Needy for his touch.
Needy for him.
I place my hands on his chest and gently push him. As much as I want what he wants, I don’t necessarily want it here, in this club, in front of a few hundred people. My gaze finds his and I’m almost bewitched enough by him that I would fuck him in front of a few hundred people because of his ability to make me see only him. His eyes are full of lust, and I love what I see there, but I need to get my head back in the game. “I do think that was a very productive use of your time, but I also think I don’t want to share this with everyone in the club.”
He grins again.
God, I love his grin, and he makes me swoon.
Again.
Fuck, I need to concentrate.
He moves into me again and says, “I love that you want me all to yourself, sweetheart.”
I listen to his words and can tell by the grin still gracing his lips that he has more to say. “Why are you looking at me like you’re about to devour me?” I try to push him away again but he’s not having any of it; he continues to press up against me, his cock driving me wild.
“Because that’s exactly what I’m just about to do to you,” he informs me as he grabs my hand and turns to Erin. “Can I steal Presley for a bit?” I have no doubt she will give him whatever he asks for. Even my take-no-shit best friend would be hard pressed to say no to Jett.
Her gaze drifts to West for a moment and then she turns her attention to Jett. “Be my guest. Your friend can keep me company.”
“Oh God,” I say. I can only imagine the fun she’ll have with him. Those two let loose together could cause all sorts of havoc.
Jett chuckles and pulls my hand. “Try and keep him under control, yeah?” he says to Erin as he begins to lead me away.
The last thing I hear her say is, “I think it’d be a lot more fun not to keep him under control.”
One of Jett’s security guys leads us through the crowd. It’s pretty much died down now after the initial excitement of the guys arriving, but the security guy and Jett shield me from the lingering groupies.
It seems to take us ages to reach our destination, which is a room upstairs. We’re ushered inside and as the door closes behind us, I realise we’re alone in the room. The noise of the club is blocked out and the lights have been dimmed, and I instantly love this room. I love the fact I have Jett all to myself now.
He pushes me against the door and his hands begin to roam over my body. “Thinking about you all day is most definitely not a productive use of my time, but it’s certainly the best way to spend my time when you’re not with me,” he rasps as he kisses my neck again, causing my core to clench.
I wrap my arms around him so that my hands can tangle in his hair. “If this is what thinking about me all day causes, please do it more often.”
He drags his mouth away from my neck for a moment. “You know, I’m glad your husband showed up last night.”
I have no idea where he’s going with this. “Why?”
“Because you opened up to me more about your life and told me stuff I’m not sure you would have shared with me yet if it hadn’t been for him. And it’s as if the wall you had up between us has been pulled down a little.”
After Lennon crashed the party last night, Jett took me home and we talked for hours about my life and marriage, and he’s right, I have knocked that wall down. I’ve decided to take a chance on him. Smiling at him, I agree, “Yeah, the wall is down.”
His eyes glaze over with desire and he presses his erection against me. “How ready for me are you?”
He has no idea that just looking at him or listening to him gets me more than ready. I move my arms down his back and then around to the button on his jeans. Keeping my eyes firmly on his, I undo his button. “Let’s just say we don’t need any foreplay tonight.”
If I thought I could see desire in his eyes before, I don’t know what you’d call what I see now. It’s a whole new level of need. A wild energy circles us and his movements are swift and determined. He turns me so I’m facing the door. Then his arm slides around my stomach and he pulls me back so he can position me closer to him. My hands go to the door to hold myself up as I bend slightly at the waist. His foot nudges my feet wider apart and then I hear the slide of his zip as he undoes the rest of his jeans.
My body is buzzing with anticipation; he’s moving pretty fast but he needs to speed it up more. I need him in me now.
When he lifts my dress and runs his hand over my ass, I shut my eyes as the pleasure shoots through me. A breathy moan falls from my lips and he hisses when he hears it.
“Fuck,” he mutters and his hand leaves me.
I turn my head to see what’s wrong. He’s got his wallet in his hand and a pissed look on his face. “What’s wrong?” I ask, desperate to have his hands back on me.
His gaze finds mine. “I don’t have a condom. Do you?”
Shit.
I left my bag with Erin.
Worst move ever.
“In my bag, which is downstairs.”
“Jesus, I’ve had this hard on all fucking day and I forgot to bring a fucking condom,” he mutters, looking as desperate as I feel.
“I’m clean,” I say, broaching the subject we’re yet to discuss.
“I am too.” He waits for my response and I almost laugh because he reminds me of a teenage boy who’s desperate to have sex. I love that I bring that out in him.
“For the love of God, don’t stop now then,” I say and close my eyes when his hands move to my panties and slide them down.
And then his hands take hold of my hips and he thrusts inside.
Oh God.
It’s nirvana.
Every time he fucks me is nirvana.
His thrusts grow more insistent and soon he’s slamming into me over and over as we chase our orgasms. I reach behind and grab on to his arm, needing to touch him.
“Fuck, baby, feels so good,” he says, his breathing laboured.
My mind begins to lose focus as the pleasure explodes in brilliant light. I lean my forearms against the door because my limbs are growing unsteady, and as I do this, I fall over the edge and tumble into pure bliss.
Jett’s still working for his but I’m lost.
Falling.
Trembling.
Coming.
And then he comes, too, and we’re falling together.
He holds me while his orgasm takes over, his grip on my hips still strong.
; Eventually he pulls out of me and puts his arm around my waist to drag me to him. His lip brushes my ear and he says, “I love your sex addiction.”
Laughing, I murmur, “I bet you do.”
His body shakes with his own laughter and he turns me in his arms. His eyes drift over my body for a moment before coming back to meet my gaze. “I’m done for. You know that, right?” His words and the raw honesty with which he says them surprise me. When I don’t respond, he continues, “You have me wrapped around your little fucking finger and you have no idea.”
He stares at me and I can’t help but take in his beauty. I’ve never met a man as sexy as Jett. Tall with dark hair that looks as good rumpled as it does smooth, blue eyes I could get lost in forever, tanned skin that stretches across well-built muscles and the confidence to go with it all, he has everything that screams ‘take me and never let go’ at me.
I’m having trouble forming a reply because he’s stunned me. “You just say whatever you’re feeling, don’t you?” I finally say.
“Not always, no. But you seem to be bringing that out in me.” More honesty that I can’t help but respect.
I pull his face to mine and kiss him.
Long and deep.
I want him to know what his words mean.
I need him to know how much I appreciate his honesty.
When I end the kiss, he leans his forehead against mine and the only sound I hear for a couple of moments is our breathing. “You ready to go back downstairs?” he asks quietly.
Nodding, I say, “Yeah.”
He guides me downstairs with the help of his security guard, and after a quick stop at the ladies so I can freshen up, we make our way to the VIP section of the club where Erin and the guys are. Watching Van who has a girl on his lap and West with Erin, and taking in the women staring at the band members with predatory eyes, reminds me how much I hate this scene.