Chapter Two

Jett

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I lean against the wall in Darla’s hotel room and watch Presley look after her friend.  God, she’s beautiful.  I’ve met some stunning women in my life, but Presley has that something else to go with her beauty.  And that shit puts her above the stunners with no personality.  Watching her now, I see kindness and compassion, and it stops me dead in my tracks because it’s not often I come across those anymore.  Most of the women I meet these days are fairly shallow, and while I’ll fuck them, I don’t want to spend any time with them.  Presley’s different.  I’ve known her for less than six hours, and I’m already planning our next three dates.

We got back from the hospital half an hour ago. Darla hasn’t broken her ankle.  It’s just a bad sprain so they sent her back here with drugs and instructions for rest and ice. 

She leaves Darla, who is almost asleep, and walks to me.  “It’s late, Jett.  You should go get some sleep.”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

She frowns.  “What?”

I bend to whisper in her ear.  “Your lips.  My dick.”

I hear her suck in her breath and know she’s keen but her eyes betray her tiredness.  “Oh, that,” she murmurs.  And then her tummy grumbles.

Cupping her chin, I ask, “You hungry?”

A small smile pulls at her lips and she puts her hand to her stomach.  “Yeah.”

I nod.  “Okay, let’s go get you something to eat.”

“It’s nearly three am.  I’m sure you must have stuff planned for today.  Don’t you want to get some sleep?”

I grab her hand.  “What I want to do is feed you, sweetheart.  Sleep can wait.”

She covers the surprise I see on her face with a grin and squeezes my hand.  “I know your game, dude.  You just want to get me fed so I’ll have the energy to finish that blow job.”

I stifle my laugh so I don’t wake her friend.  Dragging her out of the room, I ask, “How is it you know me so well after such a short amount of time?”

“Men... you’re all the same.  If there are lips on offer, you’ll do almost anything.”

“Guilty as charged.”

“So, where are you taking me?”

“I know a little café that’s open all night.  They make the most amazing food.” 

“Oh god, don’t tell me that.  I’m trying to lose some weight at the moment, and amazing food is the last thing I need.  I don’t know how to stop when the food is that good,” she complains.

I eye her petite frame.  She’s got curves, but there’s no way in hell she needs to be on a fucking diet.  Scowling, I say, “Do you have any clue how sexy you are?  Those curves of yours are every man’s fucking dream.”

Her eyes widen and I’m stunned to think I’ve told her something she should have already known.  Something any man in his right mind would tell her.  “There’s always room for improvement,” she says quietly, and I want to take a match to those thoughts and burn them from her mind.

I shake my head.  “Not for you.”  I yank her hand and pull her to me.  Her body collides with mine, and the heat between us flares.  Running my finger along her lips, I say, “As far as I’m concerned, your sexiness is off the fucking charts.  Don’t change a thing.”

A smile eases onto her face.  “Every woman needs a Jett.  You could singlehandedly fix the mental health of most of the women I know.”

I steal a kiss and then smack her ass.  That ass is one I could happily spend hours getting to know and laying my hand on it is something I want to do more of.  Pulling away, I boss her around.  “Okay, start walking.  Food heaven awaits.”

***

Ten minutes later, we arrive at the café and the owner gives me a huge smile.  I’ve been coming here on and off for five years, so they know me well.  He gets us settled and takes our order.  I’m pleased to see Presley order up big.  After the owner leaves us, I say, “I take it you don’t live here due to the fact you’re staying in a hotel.  Where are you from?”

“Brisbane.  You?”

Inside, I’m cheering like a dickhead.  “Brisbane, too.”

“Are you here for work?”

“Yeah, we came to Sydney to do some concerts.”  I shift in my seat and lean across the table a little.  “You said you were working with models.  What do you do?”

“I’m a fashion photographer.  However, I’m thinking of swapping to landscape photography,” she says, and I note the sarcasm.

I chuckle.  “Had enough of the models?”

“You have no idea.  I’ve been working in this industry for seven years, and I think I’ve hit my used by date.”

“So, time for a change?”

She nods, clearly enthusiastic about this idea.  “I’ve got three months off, and I’m going to reassess everything.”

I cock my head.  “Sounds like you’re about to make a lot of changes, not just work.”

“Yeah, it’s been one of those years, you know?”

“I do.  Although for me, it’s been more than one of those years.”  Exhaustion pounces on me just thinking about it.

“Oh god, that sucks,” she says, and I’m in complete agreement with her. 

“Yeah, it does, because I love making music.  It’s just all the other bullshit that goes with it that I hate.”

“Which part?”

“I miss my family and friends.  When we started the band ten years ago, I never cared about being away from them, but over the last few years, I’ve really started resenting it.  In fact, we’re just about to take some extended time off, something we haven’t done for a long time,” I say, taking in her surprise.  “Why do you seem surprised?”

“I’m more impressed than surprised,” she says, softly.

“Why?”

“I’ve met a lot of famous people through my work and other things, even made friends with some of them, and they hardly ever talk about their family.  You’ve mentioned yours twice already tonight.  So yeah, I’m surprised but impressed.”

A sensation I’ve never felt snakes through me.  I’m clueless as to what it is, but I soak it in.  It’s the kind of sensation I would pay good money to feel more of.  “I know what you mean, sweetheart,” I murmur.

“Do all your band members get on well?”

“Ten years is a long time to work together and practically live together.  We’ve hardly stopped touring in that time.  But I’m pretty proud to admit we work at it and do get on fairly well still.  There have been some bumpy parts, though.  I guess it’s like a marriage.”

“You’ve been married?” she asks, seemingly interested in my answer.

“Fuck, no.  Besides the fact I haven’t met the right woman, I wouldn’t like to put a marriage through my job.  I don’t know what I’ll do if I ever get married, but I’m fairly certain I’d cut my work back.”

And there’s that surprised look on her face again as she says, “Like I said, every woman needs a Jett.  Do you know how many friends I have who would kill to have a husband who put them before their work?”

“You know, I’m kinda liking this whole ‘everyone needs a Jett’ thing you’ve got going on but only so long as it’s you who wants a Jett and so long as it’s for more of the lips-on-dick action.”  I give her a wicked grin, and she shakes her head in amusement.

It’s refreshing to find a woman with a great sense of humour.  As we start laughing, our food arrives and we spend the next hour eating and talking.  It’s easy, which is something rare for me.  I find most women difficult to talk to.  All they want to do is screw me and worm their way into my life by blinding me with sex.  I’ll take the sex any day, but what I crave is good conversation and some laughs.  So far, Presley has managed both.

She gives me a serious look when we finish eating, and says, “I think you’d better take me back to the hotel now if we’re going to have any hope at finishing what we started.  Otherwise, I may fall asleep mid sex.”

Without hesitating, I stand and reach for her hand.  “Let’s get going then,” I say as I assess her.  It’s obviously been a long week for her because she looks exhausted.

It takes us longer to walk back then it did to get here, and I’m beginning to wonder if I should just carry her, but she makes it on her own. When we enter her room, I pull her to me and kiss her.  She kisses me back but there’s even exhaustion in her kiss.  I figured that would be the case, and as I end the kiss, I smooth my hand over her hair and murmur, “Let’s get you to bed.”

She looks puzzled.  “Don’t you want to have sex?  My lips, your dick... remember?”

“Beautiful, you have no idea how much I want to fuck you, but I’m thinking that in your current state even my dick won’t keep you awake.”

A tired smile graces her gorgeous face and she nods.  “You’re probably right.”

She walks to the bed and grabs the t-shirt that’s under the pillow.  I expect her to change in the bathroom, but instead, she strips down to her panties and pulls the t-shirt on.  Fuck, her body is spectacular with its curves and a softness I don’t see on many women.  I don’t even pretend not to watch.  No, I settle my ass against the table in the corner, fold my arms across my chest, and enjoy the fuck out of the show.  Not that she’s turning it into a show, but Presley undressing is a fucking show.

Once she’s changed, she pulls the bed covers back and gets in.  I move to the bed and pull them over her before squatting so we’re at the same level.  I want to take one last look at her before leaving.  Her eyes are already closing and she smiles at me as she fights sleep.

“I’m so glad I went to that club tonight,” I admit. 

The smile is still on her face and her voice is sleepy.  “I’m glad you went, too.”

“When do you fly home?”

“Tomorrow, late afternoon.”  She’s barely awake now.

“I want to see you again, Presley.”

“Yes... the sex will be good... we need to do that...”

“No, I want to take you on a date.”

“No dates...just sex...I don’t do rock stars...” she mumbles through a sleepy haze.

“What do you mean you don’t do rock stars?”

“No, don’t want to do it again....”

She’s almost asleep, and I have no clue what she’s talking about, so I decide to finish this conversation when she’s awake.  I kiss her on the forehead and stand.  “Night, sweetheart.”

There’s no response except for her steady breathing as she sleeps.  She looks so peaceful.  I consider sitting in the chair and watching her for a while, but it feels wrong, so I don’t do it.  Instead, I take one last look at her and then leave.  This won’t be the last time I see her.  She can try to say no to me all she likes, but I’m not the kind of man who ever takes no for an answer.  If I want something, I always find a way to have it.