“I like you, West. And that’s saying something because I dislike most people,” I tell him.
A huge smile spreads across his face. Looking at Jett, he says, “Don’t fuck this up, asshole. She likes me, and I like her, which is more than can be said for all the other women you chase.”
Jealousy rears its ugly head again. I hate this feeling and am reminded why I said I’d never date a rock star again. The constant state of wondering and worrying your man will stray is something I don’t want to have to deal with again.
I can hear the scowl in Jett’s voice as he replies, “Fuck off, dickhead, and stop flirting with her.”
West holds his hands up in a defensive movement. “I’m out of here.” His gaze shifts to the door, and his eyes light up. “Fuck me, I’m gonna tap that tonight,” he says and heads off in that direction.
Jett and I turn to see who he’s talking about, and I’m impressed to discover West has taste. The woman he mentioned has a classy look to her rather than the slutty, groupie look.
I swivel in Jett’s embrace so I’m looking up at him. Smiling, I say, “West seems like a cool guy.”
The scowl is gone from his face. “Yeah, he’s like a brother to me.”
“So, all that stuff about him flirting with me was just mucking around?”
“Mostly.”
“What does that mean, Jett? I don’t want to come between friends.”
He pulls me tighter to him. “You won’t come between friends, but West has this tendency to flirt with every woman he meets, and if he keeps that shit up with you, he and I will have a problem.”
I’m surprised by his words. We’ve known each other for less than three days, and from what I’ve worked out, Jett doesn’t date. So, I’m left wondering why he’s gone all territorial over me.
“Jett!” Van, the other guitarist in the band is stalking towards us with a foul look on his face.
“Fuck,” Jett mutters under his breath.
Van stops in front of us, his hard stare focused on Jett. “What the fuck is this fundraising dinner you’ve agreed to?”
“It’s to raise funds for cancer research. I thought you’d be all over it after what your mother went through.” His voice is tight, controlled.
“Yeah, but why the fuck would you sign us up for it when you know full fucking well who else is going to be there? I told you I never want to see that motherfucker again.”
Van is radiating anger, his green eyes flashing with wild intensity. He’s all edge and jaggedness, and I’ve seen the women flock to him tonight. Van’s pure rock star with his dark, shaggy hair, piercings, tattoos, and couldn’t-give-a-fuck aura.
“When I signed us up, I didn’t know who would be there, and we can’t back out now.”
Van looks ready to explode with his anger and rakes a hand through his hair. “Fuck!” He turns and takes a couple of steps away from us before looking back at Jett. “If shit goes down there, it’s not my fucking fault,” he declares and then stalks out of the room.
“Fucking hell,” Jett mutters and lets me go. He rubs the back of his neck, and I don’t say a word because it’s clear he needs a moment. Once he gets himself under control, he says, “Sorry about that.”
“No need to apologise.”
The air is still tense around us as he calms down. Then he grasps my elbow and begins walking us to the door. “I need to get out of here,” he says more to himself than to me, and I follow wordlessly. I have no problem with leaving this party. I didn’t even want to be here in the first place.
As we pass through the door, people slap Jett on the back and say goodbye. He’s not interested, though, and doesn’t respond to any of them. His intent to get us out of here fast is obvious.
He stalks through the corridors and leads us outside to a waiting limo. Without a word exchanged, he indicates for me to get in and I do. He still seems a little worked up about his run-in with Van.
As he settles on the seat next to me, he leans back and drops his head onto the headrest. Pushing out a long, heavy breath, he says, “Jesus, I could do without some of this shit today.”
“You wanna talk about it?”
Angling his head to look at me, he replies, “Not really.” His hand slides around my neck and he murmurs, “I just want to kiss you and get inside you again. You good with that?”
I nod and he doesn’t give me a chance to say anything before his lips come down on mine. I moan into his mouth. His kiss delivers bliss as if it’s being injected straight into my bloodstream. The effect is intoxicating, and I want a never-ending supply of his drug.
He ends the kiss and pulls away so he can watch as he slides his hand up my top to cup my breast. His eyes shift to mine, and our gazes stay connected while his hand pushes my bra cup aside so he can tweak my nipple. When his entire hand covers my breast, I feel it in my core. His gaze is still focused on mine, and that alone is enough to cause want and need to spiral through me.
Oh god, I have to have him now.
I move so I’m straddling him, and press my lips to his. I kiss my desire into his mouth, and he groans as I press my pussy against him. He’s so hard, and I can’t wait any longer for him. I pull away and breathe out, “Condom?”
He reaches into his pocket for his wallet and gives me a condom. “You gonna fuck me, sweetheart?”
I rip the foil packet open and unzip him. There’s no time to waste, and I have his cock in my hand a second later and roll the condom on. “Yeah, baby,” I say as I strip my pants and panties off. And then I straddle him again and push myself down onto him. He sucks in a breath as he fills me, and I watch as his eyes flutter shut in pleasure.