Be The One (Crave #2)

by Nina Levine

  The reporter’s face lights up. “So, Presley’s the one for you?”

  He grins at me before turning back to her. “I hope she’ll be the one. That’s up to her. At this point, I’m just holding on tight and enjoying the ride.”

  The reporter clicks her fingers at the photographer with her. “We need a photo of the two of you. Something special.”

  Jett nods and pulls me to him for a kiss. We’ve been kissing all the way down the red carpet but this time he gives them something special. He kisses me slow and deep and lets his hands roam down to my ass. The crowd goes wild and cheers him on, and I think that’s why he keeps going, but when he finally ends the kiss, he whispers to me, “I meant every word I just said, sweetheart, I want you to be the one.” He’s not even paying attention to the crowd; that was all for me, not them.

  I smile but don’t get a chance to reply because Tom makes his way to us and takes over. “Let’s move this along, Jett. We need to get you guys set up for your performance. The boys are already backstage waiting for you.”

  Jett waves to the fans and then we’re whisked inside.

  “You go and do your thing, I’ll take care of Presley,” Tom says.

  “No, I want to get her settled in our seats first - ” he starts to argue but I cut in.

  “I’m okay, so you just go and do what you have to and don’t even think about me.”

  Jett looks torn and I feel for him. He’s never had to concern himself with this conflict of interests before and I love him for worrying, but I just want him to focus on the band.

  Before he can argue again, I gently push him. “Go. Tom will look after me,” I almost beg him.

  He gives me one last pained look and then kisses me quickly before turning and leaving.

  We watch him go and Tom mutters, “Thank fuck for that. I was beginning to think we were going to have to go with him. Your boy there has it bad for you.”

  I narrow my gaze on him. “You don’t really like me, do you?”

  Tom’s about five years older than me, but in this moment he looks about ten. I watch the lines on his face crinkle as he sighs. His shoulders slump a little, too, and I realise this scandal is taking its toll on him just as much as the band. “I do like you, Presley, and on one hand, I think you’re just what Jett needs, but at the moment, with all the other shit going on, you’re exactly what he doesn’t need. I’m sorry if that sounds harsh, but my job is to look out for the band and my guys, and I’ll do anything in my power to make sure they get through this with as little damage to their careers as possible. At the moment, having you around is helping, but the minute that isn’t working anymore, I’ll advise Jett to do differently.”

  I stare at him and listen carefully to every word he says. Nodding, I agree, “That works for me.”

  Frowning, he says, “You’re not like any other woman I’ve had to deal with where the band is concerned.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I expected to cop an earful off you just then, and all you say is that works for you. Fuck, the bitch Van was engaged to used to bust my balls every chance she got, always demanding to be involved in everything.” He pauses for a minute and then adds, almost as an afterthought, “I’m not really sure what to make of you.”

  “I’ll make this easy for you, Tom. I’m here for Jett, and Jett only. I’ll do everything in my power to make sure he’s okay. If I think you’re making a bad move, I’ll tell him, but not because I want to be demanding and controlling; it’ll be because I’m falling for him and want to see him happy. So you could say we’ve got the same vision here, but the minute I don’t think you’re right, I’ll advise Jett to do differently.”

  His expression changes and his shoulders loosen a little. Chuckling, he says, “Well fuck, I can’t argue with that, pretty lady.” He puts his arm out for me to link my arm with. “Let’s get you to your seat so you can watch your boy charm his way back into the hearts of women all over the world.”

  I laugh and join him.

  It seems Tom and I just came to an agreement, and it feels damn good to get that out of the way.

  17

  Jett

  “You sure did charm the panties off those women tonight,” Presley says, grinning at me. I’ve got her naked, straddling me and I’m so fucking ready to get inside her.

  I grimace. “Babe, the last fucking thing I want to be talking about right now is other women. The only thing I wanna be talking about right now is how soon I can get my dick inside your pussy, so can we just focus on the task at hand?”

  Her tits wobble as she laughs, and my attention is diverted completely to them as she says something I don’t even hear. Well, I hear it, but I don’t comprehend it because, fuck, her tits are demanding. They need my hands and my tongue and my lips, and I’m more than fucking happy to give them what they need.

  “Jett, you’re not listening to me, are you?”

  I lift my head off the pillow so I can take one of her nipples into my mouth.

  Fuck me, her tits are amazing.

  “Jett!”

  I let her go and my head falls back on the pillow. Reluctantly shifting my gaze from her chest, I give her my eyes. As I run my hand over her breast, I grumble, “Baby, it’s too hard to take care of your tits and listen to you, so you have to make the decision for me. Do you want me to listen or to take care?”

  She looks at me with wonder. “Only you could manage to do that.”

  I tweak her nipple and ask, “Do what?”

  “I’m trying to talk to you, and you’re ignoring me, but the way you word it, you make it sound like you’re doing me a favour by ignoring me.”

  “I am doing you a favour,” I say with a grin.

  She smacks my hand away from her breast. “Well, I’m making that decision for you, and you are going to listen, okay?”

  I groan and try to move my hand back to where it was, but she pushes me away again. She’s playing mean but I can play meaner. I push my cock against her, teasing, and hoping like hell to distract her into playing my way tonight. She’s quick, though, and in two seconds flat she’s got my arms pinned to the bed above me, and is on her knees so her pussy is miles away from my dick. Well, not miles, but it may as well be.

  “If you want to fuck me tonight, you have to listen to me first. You got that, Mr. Rockstar?”

  Well, shit, if she wants to boss me around like that, I’m up for it. I grin at her again. “Sweetheart, you never said there’d be bossing. Feel free to continue; I’m all yours.”

  She rolls her eyes and I laugh. Playing with Presley has grown into my favourite sport. Just when I think she’s going to boss me again, she surprises me and dips her face to mine and kisses me softly. Her lips are magic and grab my attention more than her breasts ever could, and I’m a fucking tit man. I struggle with her to let my hands go; I need to hold her while she’s kissing me like this.

  When she’s finished, she pulls away and murmurs, “That’s better, I’ve got your attention now.”

  I take hold of her face. “You haven’t clued on yet, but you’ve always got my attention.”

  Her face softens and she gives me a smile. Settling her body on top of mine, she says, “I think you’re amazing, Jett Vaughn. The way you had that crowd in the palm of your hands tonight was amazing. And that red carpet . . . hell, I don’t know how you do it, but I was impressed. I think you managed to change the conversation tonight.”

  She doesn’t know what her words mean to me. Sure, the guys and I have people all over the world who think they love us, but when all is said and done, the only opinions that count are those of the people you love. And Presley’s opinion counts. I shift us so she’s under me. Looking down at her, I sweep the hair out of her eyes, and attempt to express what I’m feeling. “The last week has been hell but it’s brought me something I never thought I’d have – you. Knowing you’re in my corner is everything to me, and I never imagined I’d ever feel this way about someone.” I brush my lips
over hers, and then whisper, “Thank you.”

  “I’m right there with you. I wasn’t sure dating you was the right move, but I’m one hundred percent convinced now. Oh, and you might want to thank your sister for that. She set me straight.”

  “What did Claudia do?” I don’t really care, though. I’m fucking grateful for anything she said to help me get Presley one hundred percent on board with this relationship.

  “She sang your praises and made me think about things a little differently, that’s all.”

  “Well, thank God for that. We’ll take her out to celebrate when we get home.”

  “I’ve already made plans with her for that,” she fills me in, and I fucking love that she and Claudia are getting on.

  Raising my brows, I tease her, “Oh have you? You already taking charge of my life, sweetheart? Next thing I know, you’ll be in control of my calendar and dictating my every move.”

  She grins and plays along with me, “You’d love that, and you know it.”

  I push my cock against her entrance. So fucking wet. I have to restrain myself from pushing all the way in. “What I’d love is to have my dick inside you. You think we can manage that?”

  Her grin grows larger and she pulls my face to hers so she can kiss me. And then she wraps her legs around me and presses her pussy against me. I can’t hold back any longer, and I’m pretty fucking sure she doesn’t want me to, either. I push all the way in and close my eyes as her tight cunt welcomes me. She fits me perfectly, and the way we move together is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced with another woman.

  The way we move tonight is different, though. There’s none of the hard or the fast we’re used to. Tonight is slow and, fuck, it’s out of this world. Presley’s even kissing me differently, almost as if she has to take everything she can from me tonight because she’s worried she’s never going to get it again. I feel the urgency in her touch and I respond. I take everything I can from her, too.

  Her body.

  Her words.

  Her love.

  We might not have exchanged the L word, but I can feel it here tonight. We’re both blessing each other’s bodies with the love we haven’t yet said out loud, but are feeling deep in our souls.

  And when we come, it all explodes in colour in my mind as I fall over the edge.

  I’m freefalling and I don’t know where I’m going to end up.

  All I know is that I need Presley by my side wherever that is.

  * * *

  I wake up to the sound of voices. Rolling over, I see Presley at the door talking to someone in hushed tones. “Baby,” I murmur, still struggling to wake from the best sleep I’ve had in over a week.

  She turns to me and smiles. “Tom’s here. He’s got good news.”

  Those two words kick my brain into gear and I sit up, motioning for him to come in. When I see his face, I know the news is more than good and I lift my chin at him. “What?”

  “The news isn’t as good as it would be if I were here to tell you the rape allegation had been dismissed, but it’s good, nevertheless.”

  I rake my fingers through my hair and frown at him. “For fuck’s sake, Tom, spit it out.”

  He beams and points at Presley and me. “You two are all over the place today and your fans are loving it.” He looks at Presley and adds, “They fucking love you.”

  “So they’re giving Jett a break now?” Presley asks.

  “Fuck yeah, not a word today about him disrespecting women, and no talk about the rape.”

  “What’s our next step then?” I ask Tom, knowing he’ll have a plan for our next move. One good day of publicity doesn’t mean my previous bad behaviour will be forgotten any time soon.

  Giving me his full attention now, he says, “You two have been invited to a charity lunch today so I suggest you go and continue to wow everyone.”

  I drop my head into my hands. Raising money for charity is something I love to do; attending charity lunches is not. Looking back up at him with a groan, I ask, “That’s all you’ve got? Please, anything but a fucking lunch.”

  He shakes his head and gives me a regretful glance. “Sorry, man, that’s all we’ve got so suit up and bring the Jett Vaughn charm out.” He drops two tickets for the lunch on the bed and exits the room.

  Presley crawls onto the bed and into my lap. With her arms around me, she suggests, “It could be fun. Me, you and some champagne. Oh, and that suit you promised you’d wear.”

  I groan again. “And a hundred odd socialites; tonnes of fun.”

  Laughing, she kisses me. “How about we show our faces for a bit and then sneak off somewhere where you can have your way with me.”

  “Fuck, I never knew you were into that.” The day is getting better with every word she breathes.

  “There’s a lot you still have to learn about me, baby,” she promises, and I’m suddenly very awake.

  I run my finger lightly across her lips and down her throat. Tracing patterns over her skin there, I ask, “Will I learn some of those things today?”

  She catches my hand and places another kiss to my lips. “That’s for me to know and for you to find out.”

  Hell, this charity lunch is looking more and more appealing.

  My only concern now is whether I’ll be able to keep myself under control with Presley by my side. At the rate she’s going, I’m gonna last all of half an hour.

  18

  Presley

  I eye the woman who is flirting with Jett and drain the glass of champagne in my hand while glaring at her. We’ve been at this charity lunch for two hours now and I can see why Jett hates them. Although the lunch was amazing and the room is beautifully decorated with gorgeous flowers and delicate touches everywhere, the women seem to be mostly superficial bitches who are looking to hook up with a celebrity. And the busty blonde who has her hand on Jett’s arm is no different.

  I’ve been listening to her throw herself at him for the last ten minutes, and I’ve held my tongue for that long, for Jett’s sake, but she just told him she’s not wearing any underwear, and as far as I’m concerned, she just crossed a line.

  “You do realise I’m standing right here, don’t you?” I ask in the iciest tone I can manage.

  Her gaze comes to me and she looks me up and down with distaste. “And who are you?”

  My eyes widen and I snap, “Are you fucking kidding? Jett’s hand is on my ass; does that not tell you who he’s here with?”

  Her look of distaste doesn’t let up. “It’s always been my experience that it doesn’t matter who the men have on their arm because they’re always up for some fun on the side.” She shrugs and adds, “I’m just making sure Jett knows the offer’s always there.”

  Jett opens his mouth to say something, but I pull on his arm to make it clear I’ve got this, and for him to let me speak. “Jett’s not interested in your nasty vagina that sounds like it’s had more men through it than I’d ever care to imagine, so I suggest you back the fuck off and never come near my man again.” My voice has raised a couple of decibels and my breaths are coming fast as I get more worked up over her lack of respect for me.

  The bitch raises her brows and forms a perfect ‘O’ with her mouth before looking back at Jett, and saying, “Any time you want to trade up, just call me,” before turning and walking away. She even has the nerve to swing her ass from side to side as she leaves; as if he’d even be fucking looking.

  I’m wild and ready to go after her to give her a piece of my mind when Jett grabs my wrist and pulls me back to him. “Leave her, baby, she’s not worth your time,” he says, and I can’t help but note the chuckle in his tone.

  “Are you fucking laughing?” I demand, twisting to face him.

  He puts his hands up defensively. “Me, laughing? I wouldn’t dream of it.”

  I smack him on the chest and give him a filthy look. “If you have any plans of getting in my pants today, you better stop laughing this minute.”

  His arms go aro
und my waist and he pulls me to him. “I like it when you’re jealous,” he whispers in my ear. I try to pull away to reply to that but he holds me firm and says, “It doesn’t happen often so I have to make the most of it.”

  The wild energy I had at that woman seeps out of me. “I just can’t believe she had the hide to say all that in front of me. It’s rude.”

  He nods in agreement. “It is, but those types of women are everywhere in this business. You know that.”

  “I know. I just wasn’t subjected to it much with Lennon.”

  “You know I’m not interested in all that, right?”

  “Yes, and I’m not even worried about that. I just can’t stand bitches like her.”

  “I’ll tell you what I am interested in, though,” he says with a cheeky grin.

  “Are you trying to change the subject?”

  “Maybe a little, but mostly I’m trying to hurry shit along so we can get to the good part of today.”

  He’s managed to calm me right down; it seems to be one of his specialties. I know exactly where he’s going with this, but I play with him a little. “The good part?”

  Playing with Jett is only advisable if you’re ready for a game because he always gives as good as, or better, than he gets, and today is no exception. “The part where you take your clothes off for me so I can make you come over and over,” he says, before placing his mouth to my ear and saying, “and over.” His warm breath sends shivers through me and desire flares in my core.

  He doesn’t even have to touch me; it only takes words from him and my body is alive with need. However, just as I’m about to suggest we get out of here, we’re interrupted by a phone call from Tom. Jett doesn’t take his eyes off me as he answers it gruffly, “What’s up?” His hand lazily trails a line down my back, and I shiver again, imagining what that hand will be doing to me soon.

  I can’t hear what Tom says but Jett agrees with whatever it is and hangs up. Looking at me with regret, he says, “We’ve gotta go. We’re on a flight back home in six hours.”