Chapter 9

Jessi

Dress rehearsal day and as such, a madhouse. Everyone was dashing around, trying to tailor everything to the designer’s needs. Apparently, he was one of those people who wanted to come in and change everything at the last minute. Christopher was running around at his side like a pathetic personal assistant, and it made me grin every time the designer got onto him about something he didn’t like.

I knew the choreography was going to get changed last minute.

“All right, girls. Get in your heels and your practice skirts. The designer has some changes to the choreography, so I need you all alert and awake.”

I grinned and shook my head as I got ready to go on stage.

The designer was an asshat, but most of them were. I was used as an example and I grinned at the girls who were glaring at me. They hated the fact that plus-sized models were so in demand right now. They hated the fact that I had my own dressing room. They seethed at how Chris praised me and how the designer used my body to showcase the new choreography that ran right over what Chris was trying to do.

Fuck, it was the best day of my damn life.

I nailed the choreography after thirty minutes and was dismissed from the stage. Which left Chris alone with the pack of wild women that wanted to devour him whole. A bit of sweat was dripping down my back as I made it to my dressing room, and I was ready to cool down. I grabbed the ice cold bottle of water sitting on my vanity and sank onto the couch. I closed my eyes and ran the choreography through my head to make sure I had all of the changes the designer had made.

Then there was a knock on my door.

I ignored it and the knock came again. Probably one of the women wanting me to show them the turns again or something. I sighed and pushed myself up off the couch, my feet aching in the six-inch heels I was being tortured with.

But when I threw the door open, I didn’t see any of the girls.

Instead, I saw Chris.

“I see you picked up on the choreography pretty quickly,” he said.

“I see you didn’t,” I said, with a grin.

“Some designers come in and change things last minute. Comes with the territory, and I know how to go with it by now. Nice room, by the way.”

“Thanks. It comes with being a sought-out model.”

“I really underestimated where you’d taken your career,” he said.

“You did, yes.”

He chuckled and shook his head as he leaned against the doorway.

“I saw Justin last night,” he said.

“How’s my brother doing?” I asked.

“He invited me to your father’s album release party tonight. Will you be there?”

“Don’t know,” I said, shrugging. “I wasn’t planning on going.”

“I bet your father would enjoy having you there,” he said, as he stepped into my room.

“Which tells me you haven't seen my family in a while,” I said.

“What makes you say that?” he asked.

He closed my dressing room door behind him and leaned against it.

“Family tensions can run—rough sometimes,” I said.

“Trust me, I get it,” he said, flatly.

There was a history there, and I wondered if it had anything to do with why he disappeared. The reality was, I knew about the release party. But I didn’t want to go. I wanted to stay in for the rest of my Saturday night and spend time with Caleb. Every time a show got down to the wire like this, he saw his nanny more than he saw me. And that always made me feel guilty. I wanted to wrap my body around my son and be there with him.

I didn’t want to stick him with his nanny again so I could go off and look into the eyes of a man who couldn’t stand my existence right now.

“Anything I can do to convince you to come?” Chris asked.

“Probably not. I wasn’t planning on going, so I was looking forward to a quiet night in before the big show,” I said.

“Oh, come on. It’s gonna be fun. And I’ll be there. Maybe we could play the game where we fake we haven’t seen each other in a while before sneaking off to the bathroom?”

“We’d have to play that game anyway if we didn’t want my brother killing us both,” I said, with a grin.

His hands came down onto my hips as he backed me into the wall. I watched his eyes dilate with lust as his body pressed against mine. I felt my tits rising to painful peaks, betraying how much I wanted him as I grinned up into his face. He was right where I wanted him. Unable to resist me and getting attached in ways he couldn’t yet see.

But he would when I threw everything back in his face.

Just like he had done to me.

His lips dipped down to mine and the kiss was kind. Quiet. Sensual. I slid my hands up his chest and gripped at his strength, committing his muscles to memory. Fire ignited in my toes as his tongue slid across my lips. My knees were growing weak in my heels as he pinned my hips to the wall.

“You want to do this here? Now?” I asked, breathlessly.

“Well, I won’t see you tonight. What other choice do I have?”

He bit down onto my lower lip, pulling a moan from my throat. I could feel his cock grinding against me. Teasing me and heating my body as his hand ran up my leg. His lips dipped to my neck, sucking on my skin as I sighed into his ear. I ran my hands through his hair as his arm hooked my leg around him. I could feel his hands reaching for the robe I had on. I felt him undoing it. Exposing my body underneath as he slid it from my shoulders.

I watched his eyes twinkle with delight as he stared at my voluptuous breasts.

“How the hell did I not know you hid in this room back here?” Chris asked.

“I’ll take that as your apology,” I said, with a grin.

The robe fell to the ground as he turned my body around. We both fell to the couch, his hands working my panties off my body. He shoved his pants down and pulled out his raging cock, slicking the head of it between my dripping folds. His lips connected with my chest, biting into my skin in places that would be covered from the crowd the next day. Little tidbits of our passion for my eyes only as my legs spread for him.

“Holy fuck, Jessi. You’re gorgeous.”

His words heated my core as he slid harshly into my pussy. His lips crashed against mine, stifling my groans as my hands flew around his neck. He snapped his hips against mine as my legs wrapped around him, and I could feel the palm of his hand traveling up my leg.

My tits bounced in his face as he burrowed into them. My hands wrung tightly in the tendrils of his hair. He rocked me against the couch as I bit down onto my lip, trying to keep myself silent as his fingertips found my aching clit. My legs jittered with delight. My clit swelled with every flick he delivered. I felt his cock growing against my walls, pressing into crevices only he had ever touched.

But I couldn't’ hold it in any longer.

I couldn't hold back his name.

“Chris. Chris. Yes. Oh—holy fuck.”

“Say my name. Say it again, Jessi. Louder.”

“Chris,” I said.

“Louder.”

“Chris,” I said with a moan.

“Louder!”

“Christopher!”

I shook with my orgasm as my pussy pulled him deeper into my body. He pounded into me, our foreheads connected as my back arched with ecstasy. His name poured from my lips like a desperate call for help. Whoever was around us would most certainly know who I was with.

And I didn’t give a shit who knew.

My pussy fluttered around his cock as he rolled deep into me. He threw my leg around his shoulder, then bent me in half. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my hands gripped his forearms. I felt his muscles twitching with the effort it took to fuck me as his lips peppered my naked skin with kisses.

“Holy—fuck—yes—”

My moans were choked as my second orgasm roared over my body. My toes curled and my leg cramped, but fuck did it feel good. My juices were dripping down my ass crack and the smell of our sex tainted my dressing room. I felt his hips stuttering as my walls massaged his cock, throbbing against me and threatening to spill forth.

“Jessi. Holy hell, sweet girl.”

He crashed his lips to mine again and I could feel them swelling underneath his contact. He stilled inside my body, painting my walls with his cum as we breathed one another’s air. My head was spinning with pleasure and electricity was coursing through my veins. I could feel my brain short-circuiting as he collapsed on top of me, my leg caught and my body shaking underneath his.

But tears rose to my eyes as I closed them, his words rattling around in my head.

Sweet girl.

I had missed those words.