Be The One (Crave 2)

I dig my fingernails into his back and pull him closer. “I tell you what, you hurry up and get that cock of yours inside me and I’ll treat you to both words and tongue all day long.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, woman, I’m going to bang you so fucking hard you might not be able to speak for the rest of the day.” He positions his cock at my entrance and I try to push myself even further against him so I can force it in, but he’s teasing me and pulls away at the last moment.

“I’m game if you are,” I practically beg him. “Let’s see what you’ve got, Mr. Rockstar.”

His hungry eyes are all over me and it’s like a switch is flipped and he can’t hold back any longer. He thrusts in and my eyes roll back in my head. He wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to fuck me hard. Hard is what I just got. And I’m in fucking heaven.

I hold on for dear life while he thrusts in and out. I’m not usually a huge fan of sex on the vanity but today I’m a convert. In fact, he’s fucking me so well, I may beg for vanity sex every damn time from now on.

We don’t last long and a few minutes later, he thrusts hard one last time and comes. I follow closely and almost go limp from the pleasure. I’ve never been able to get off as easily as I can with Jett, and it’s never been this good for me, either. I let the waves of pleasure flow through me and slowly come to. When I open my eyes, he’s watching me in a way that says he loved that as much as I did.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice husky.

“Yeah.” I smile at him as he pulls out and helps me down. “Maybe we should spend a day apart every now and then. That was some good sex.”

Shaking his head at me, he mutters, “I’m not fucking keen. I’ll be sure to remember to do that more often to keep you happy.” He takes the few steps to the shower and turns it back on.

I follow him into the shower. “I’m thinking that’d be a good way to start every day.”

“Now that I’d agree to,” he says with a grin and grabs the soap to clean me.

A minute later, I know this is going to be a long shower.

My man’s happy to see me.

* * *

We emerge from the hotel room just after three that afternoon and head down to the bar for a drink and something to eat. When we arrive there, we run into Tom who seems taken aback to see me.

“I didn’t realise you were coming over?” he says, his tone a little cool.

Jett squeezes my hand and says, “Neither did I.”

I’m sensing some animosity from him and decide to clear this up now because the last thing I want is to cause a problem with Jett’s manager. “You don’t like that I’m here?”

Tom’s brows rise. “I have my misgivings but possibly at this point in the shitfight we’re in, it’s better to have you here than not.”

I’m impressed with his honesty; I prefer people to be straight up with me. “Good, because I’m not going anywhere.”

“Fair enough,” he says and shifts his gaze to Jett. “I’ve lined up an interview and photo session tomorrow for nine in the morning. You good with that?”

Jett nods and Tom leaves us alone. I watch him go and then ask, “Is he like that with everyone or is it just me he doesn’t like?” Up until this point, I haven’t had a lot to do with Tom and he’s always been pleasant enough to me so this is a whole other side to him.

“He’s pretty stressed at the moment with everything that’s going on, and, to be honest, he’s the most upset with me so by default that’s you, too. He’ll get over it.”

“Okay, I can deal with that.”

We find a table and order some burgers and drinks, and while we wait for them to come, Jett asks, “How long are you able to stay?”

“I told you, for however long you need me.”

“And if we’re still here in say, three weeks, are you good with that?”

I lean across the table and brush my lips across his. “Yes, I’m good with that.”

A smile spreads across his face. “I don’t think we’ll be here for three weeks, but you never know.”

“For the record, I’m glad you punched that reporter.”