by Nina Levine
Now I’m really perplexed. “That doesn’t make sense, Princess. We’ve been planning this for a while now and you took all your study into account. What gives?”
She shoves her chair back and stands. “I’m just too busy, okay?”
The angry look she levels on me is so out of character for her that I’m stunned into silence as I watch her walk out of the room.
What the hell?
“Claudia! What’s going on?” I yell out as I stand to go and follow her.
A moment later I’ve caught up to her and she’s in my arms, crying. “I’m not coping with school at the moment, Jett,” she sobs, “so I need to spend the time studying instead of going on a holiday.”
I wrap my arms tighter around her and run my hand over her hair. Seeing her so distressed kills me. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
Shaking her head, she says, “No, and besides, you’ve got enough to deal with in your life already.”
“I’m never too busy for you. You know that. So if you change your mind, you need to let me know, okay?”
“I will.”
We stay like that for a while. Whatever she’s struggling with is really hitting her hard because my sister never falls apart like this. Eventually, she lets me go, and I decide she needs me more than anyone else needs me today. “You wanna go to the movies this afternoon? Or do you need to stay here and study? I’m down for either.”
She gives me a huge smile. “I can take a couple of hours off. Let’s go watch a movie, but only so long as you promise to buy me ice cream afterwards.”
Laughing, I agree.
Movies and ice cream are good for the soul and just what I need today, too.
Just after six, I arrive at Presley’s house for our date. She answers the door with surprise. “I wasn’t expecting you so early. I’m not ready to go out yet.”
I step inside, brush a kiss over her lips, and say, “You’re beautiful the way you are, sweetheart, and besides, I’ve changed my mind. I’m going to cook you dinner and we’re going to stay in if that’s okay with you.”
Relief covers her face. “That sounds perfect. I’m beat after editing photos all day and don’t really feel like going out.”
“That’s settled then. I’ll cook while you put your feet up.” I shut the door behind me and we head into her kitchen. I’m carrying grocery bags with the ingredients I need to cook so I place them on the counter as she takes a seat on the kitchen stool.
Peering into the bags, she asks, “What’s for dinner?”
I stop and lean across the counter at her so our faces are close and ask her in a low voice, “What do I get if I tell you?”
Her eyes glaze over with desire and I know I’ve got her. “What do you want?”
“Mmm, let me see . . .” I let my voice drift off while I pretend to think about it.
“How about this?” I watch in anticipation as her fingers move to the top button on her top and undo it.
Raising my brows, I murmur, “There might not be any dinner if you keep that up.”
Her fingers stop and she moves off the stool. She has my undivided attention as she walks around to where I’m standing. “Okay, how about this then?” Her lips meet mine a second later and she steals my breath away with a kiss that deserves so much more than me simply telling her what’s for dinner.
I put my arms around her, hands on her ass and pull her into me when she ends the kiss. Grinning, I tell her, “Beef stroganoff and apple crumble for dessert.”
I figure I’ve chosen well when she reaches for my ass and pushes herself even harder against me. “Hell yes. I told you everyone needs a Jett. How did you know beef stroganoff is one of my favourites?”
Jesus, mental note to thank that woman at the grocery store for helping me choose what to cook. “Like I’ve already said, baby, you scored when you found me.”
She laughs and shakes her head. Pushing me away, she mutters, “Let’s see if you can cook, Mr. Rockstar.”
“What do I get if I pull this off?” I play with her. She doesn’t know my mother taught me how to cook beef stroganoff when I was twelve.
“You’re all about getting stuff today, aren’t you?”
God, I love going back and forth with her. “Yes, I am, ‘cause I can’t get enough of you.”
I watch as that desire hits her gaze again. Her voice goes all breathy when she gives me her answer. “If you can cook that dish, I’ll give you whatever you want tonight.”
Thank fuck I had a mother who taught me to cook. “You’re on, sweetheart. I’m going to cook you the best damn stroganoff you’ve ever had.”
“And if you don’t, then you have to give me whatever I want tonight.”
Her words stop me dead in my tracks. Giving her whatever she wants turns me on so fucking much. Finding her gaze, I murmur, “So maybe I won’t cook you the best damn stroganoff.”
She holds my gaze, the look in her eyes causing need to ricochet through my body. At this point, I’m not convinced we’re going to make it through to me even getting so far as chopping mushrooms. “Maybe you should forget cooking and just fuck me.” She says the words any man would kill to hear from her lips.
I don’t need to be told twice. Less than a minute later, I have her under me on her kitchen table. Spread out in front of me like a fucking banquet. And I’m a starved man.
Her hands reach for the button on my jeans but I push them away. My lips are almost on hers as I say, “Soon . . . it’s my turn first.”
I love the way her lips turn up in a lusty smile as she takes my words in, and I can’t help but take a taste of them.
She tastes so damn good.
I could spend every minute of every day at this banquet.
When I finish with her lips, I undo the buttons on her top and remove it, along with her bra. I trail my fingers down from her throat, past her breasts, to her stomach. When I reach her jeans, I undo them, lift her ass, and pull them off. The only thing blocking my path now is her panties but I want to draw this out so I leave them on. Besides, they’re red and lacy and driving me wild.
I bend so I can suck her nipple into my mouth. My hand moves to her other breast and I knead it. Fuck, I love her tits. Can’t get enough of them. I could devote my days to worshipping them. But I also have an addiction to her pussy. It’s a catch fucking twenty-two.
Letting go of her breasts, I make my way down her body, licking and sucking every inch of skin as I go. When my mouth hits her red panties, I run a finger down the centre of them, and enjoy the way her back arches up off the table and the moan that escapes her lips.
“You like that, baby?” I ask even though it’s a redundant question. She loves the fuck out of that.
Her eyes meet mine and she bites her lip.
Fuck.
My dick jerks at the lip biting she’s got going on.
“You know I love that,” she moans as I do it again.
I kick it up a notch and slip my finger inside her panties. Finding her entrance, I dip my finger into her wetness, and although I’d only intended to tease her, I can’t fucking help myself and push my finger all the way in.
She grips the table as her back arches up off the table again, and she closes her eyes and bites her lip again. She’s sexy as fuck laid out like this and I make a mental note to use the table more.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you, sweetheart,” I demand. I’ve no intention of letting her direct this but I want to hear the words out of her mouth. I want to hear her say she wants me as much as I want her.
She opens her eyes, and finds my gaze. “I want you to fuck me hard, Jett. I want your cock in me. Now.”
My breathing picks up and her words send a need like I’ve never known through my body. Presley demanding my dick is something I want to hear more of in my life. I’ve had hundreds of women demand that of me before, but none have managed to do what she does to me. None have caused an insatiable desire for them like she has.
I be
nd so my lips are near her ear. “I want that, too, but first I need a taste.”
Her pussy squeezes around my finger that is still inside her and it feels so damn good. My dick jerks again as I imagine her pussy squeezing it. “Hurry up,” she begs, and who the fuck am I to decline her request, so I finally remove her panties and shift my mouth to take a taste.
Fuck me, her pussy may well be the death of me. I take hold of her ass as she rests her legs on my shoulders, and I eat like the starved man I am. My tongue dives deep and my lips work hard to bring her to orgasm. My dick is screaming to have a go, but fucking her with my tongue is all I can think about at the moment.
“Jett!” she screams my name as she orgasms, and it’s the sweetest sound in the world.
“Ride it out, baby.” I take one last taste of her before moving to kiss my way back up her body. When I reach her lips, I kiss her, letting her taste herself and say, “Let me know when you’re ready for more.”
She pulls me back for another kiss and deepens it, taking every last drop of herself she can from me. Presley loves it when I eat her out and then share that with her; it gets her off almost as much as the eating out does. She moans as she ends the kiss. “I’m ready for more.” Her voice drips with a mixture of that just-fucked quality and the desire she has for more. And I can’t get enough of it. I would do anything to hear that voice twenty-four-seven.
I stand back and undo my jeans. As I pull them off, along with my boxers and t-shirt, she shifts to a resting position on her elbows and watches me with appreciative eyes. I hold her gaze and murmur, “I think you should be in this position every night I come over.”
Raising her brows, she asks, “What, ready and waiting?”
I step back closer to the table and nod. “Yeah. Hell, I could get you ready on the phone while I drive over.”
She grins, liking that idea. “I’ll be waiting by the phone tomorrow. What girl wouldn’t like a bit of Jett Vaughn on the phone after a hard day’s work?”
I slide my hands under her ass and pull her to me. “So long as this girl wants that, I’ll be a happy man.”
She pushes up and sits in front of me, wrapping her legs around my body and linking them behind me. Leaning her hands back on the table behind her, she says, “Let’s hurry this along, Mr. Rockstar, I’m getting hungry for your food.”
Taking hold of her legs, I thrust in hard and fast. Her chest rises, her eyes close, and she lets out a breathy moan. My dick can hardly handle it; I’m so fucking hard after having my mouth on her pussy that I know this isn’t going to take long. I pull out and push in again, as far and as hard as I can.
Fuck me.
Her pussy is tight, and it feels so fucking good.
I speed this shit up and a moment later, the only sounds to be heard are our bodies meeting every time I thrust, and the grunts as I chase my release.
“Fuck!” I yell as it hits. My breathing is all over the place and my mind is exploding with light. I pump cum into her as I drop my head against hers. My orgasm consumes me and I milk every last drop of pleasure I can before I finally open my eyes and search for her gaze.
She’s smiling at me, and shifts so she is leaning against me and can wrap her arms around my body. “I love you fucking me,” she says, surprising me. Not the words I was expecting, but I fucking love those words out of her mouth.
I pull out of her and press a kiss to her lips. “I love fucking you, too.”
She unwraps her legs and arms from me and pushes me gently. “I have to go to the bathroom, and then I can’t wait to taste this stroganoff you’ve raved about.”
While she’s in the bathroom, I pull my jeans and shirt back on, and head into the kitchen to wash my hands so I can cook dinner. I’m lost in my thoughts when she comes back out.
“So why are you so tense tonight?” she asks as she sits on the stool.
I frown. “Why do you say that?”
“Your shoulders are rock hard, Jett.”
I didn’t realise I was wound so tight. “It’s the band. We’re going through a rough patch at the moment.”
“Yeah, I can sense that. You wanna talk about it?”
“How did I get so damn lucky?”
It’s her turn to frown. “What do you mean?”
“I love that you don’t push me to talk about shit. You seem to get that sometimes I just need to process stuff before I talk about it with you.”
Smiling, she nods. “I understand because I’m the same way.”
I begin chopping the mushrooms for the stroganoff. “The band has decided to record our next album now rather than taking a break first. I’m against that decision because I feel like we’re in a good place now with our career, and also financially, to take a break. We’ve got a strong fan base that will wait for an album but our label is pushing for it because all they see are dollar signs.”
“You can’t convince the guys to hold off?”
“No, they seem set on it now so I’ve just gotta go with it.” I stop chopping for a moment and find her gaze. “You have no idea how happy I am to have found you. To have found someone who isn’t part of this industry and who isn’t dazed by the superficial bullshit. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job and wouldn’t change it for the world, but to know I’ve got you to come home to makes all the shit bearable.”
She holds my gaze and doesn’t say anything for a moment. Her voice is strangely quiet when she finally acknowledges what I’ve said. “I’m here for you, and I couldn’t care less about that fake shit.”
Something seems off but I can’t pick what it is. “You okay?” I ask her because it feels like she just pulled away from me then.
The smile that forms on her lips should put me at ease but it doesn’t. Instead, it seems forced. But when she reaches out and takes hold of my hand and squeezes it, that gesture feels genuine. “I’m okay. I’m just thinking over what you said and I hate that you feel boxed in like this.”
My worry eases at her words. They were definitely honest.
Thank fuck, because although she’s only been in my life for a short time, I’m hooked.
I’m fucking addicted to her.
11
Presley
“Did you tell him?” Erin asks as she settles in for coffee at my kitchen table.
I sigh and slump a little in my seat. “No.”
“Why not?”
“He came over and cooked me dinner last night and was upset about stuff his band is doing at the moment. And then he said he was happy to have found someone who doesn’t work in his industry.” I stare at her. “So I could hardly tell him then, could I?” The knots in my stomach intensify as I discuss this with her. I know it’s stupid but I can’t help it.
Erin assesses me. “You’re stressed about this, aren’t you?”
“Yes!”
“I don’t understand why. It’s just a job opportunity and even if you take it, it doesn’t mean you have to take any more jobs like it. And honestly, I don’t think Jett would care if you did take it. I’m sure he meant he’s glad you’re not a singer or in a band.”
I fiddle with a piece of paper that’s on the table. “I’m not even sure I want this job, and, besides, I’m supposed to be on a break.”
“God, Presley, what’s wrong with you? It’s like you’ve thrown your balls away and grown a huge fucking vagina. Since when did you let a man dictate your work to you? You certainly didn’t let Lennon have a say in that so why are you even taking Jett into consideration? Especially when you’ve just met him.” She seems so exasperated with me that I’m almost sure she wouldn’t say no to physically slapping some sense into me.
She’s right, and yet, I’m still stuck where I am. “I really like him,” I blurt out like a freaking teenager.
Erin stares at me and then breaks out laughing. “I know you do, but that doesn’t mean you have to give up you in the process.”
I drop my head into my hands on the table. My body is tense from the stress I’ve caus
ed myself, and I know that’s stupid but I can’t help it. I finally look back up at her. “I know, and I’m fighting not to, but damn it’s hard. Jett’s got magic fucking charms and I’m falling hard.”
“Are you interested in the job?”
Conflicting thoughts run through my head at her question. The job offer is from another band, Diesel, who want me to photograph their current tour. They saw the few photos Crave shared of mine from their concert and loved my style. It would mean a few months on the road with them.
A few months away from Jett.
Just when we’re getting to know each other.
But it could be the start of a new career track for me.
My phone rings and I almost jump out of my chair. “Hello,” I snap into the phone as I answer it.
“Presley.” It’s my manager, Michael. “You’re still alive.” I don’t miss the sarcasm there.
“Yes, as a matter of fact I am,” I throw back.
“Funny that, because I thought you were going to get back to me with an answer for Diesel by now.”
I can’t help it, I laugh. He tries this intimidation tactic with all his clients but he knows I don’t pay any attention to it. Even so, he continues to try, and I continue to ignore it.
“That would be because I don’t have an answer for you yet.” The band is on a tight time schedule and need to know as soon as possible, but I refuse to be pushed to make a quick decision I might regret.
His long sigh confirms his frustration. “Do you think you might have an answer by the end of the day?”
“I’m not sure,” I answer honestly. I want to tell Jett before I tell Michael and I’m not sure if I’ll be seeing him again today. He left before breakfast this morning to head to the recording studio, and I got the impression he was in for a long day.
“Okay, well you figure it out and let me know. Soon.” He ends the call and I stare at Erin, the knots in my stomach forming again.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
I have a bad feeling about this.
Erin leaves after we discuss my dilemma some more. I’m no closer to a decision and I decide I need to see Jett – maybe seeing him will help me decide. Grabbing my phone, I find his number and dial it.