Chapter 22- Jack
“Damn woman, this is delicious.” I point out as I scoff down my third helping of penne with vodka sauce.
“I don’t cook a lot but I can make this well.” She answers with a smile. “I’ve had a lot of practice since the guys love this dish. It’s all they want me to make for them.”
“It’s really good. I’m stuffed.” I push my plate away. “I’ll clean up.”
She looks at me suspiciously. “You’ll clean up? Why do I feel this is gonna cost me?”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” I grab our plates to bring them to the kitchen. She follows and watches me like I’m crazy.
“What?”
“Do you know you have to use soap, rock star?” She says as she grabs a dishtowel to dry.
“Smartass.” I say as I flick water at her. Giggling, she hides behind her dishtowel. Not being able to resist, I turn the sink hose on her full blast. Her screams make her that much more endearing as she hides in the corner.
“I love the sound of your laugh.” I also love the way she looks down when she is embarrassed. I love the way she wrinkles her nose when she doesn’t like something I say. I love the way she mumbles in her sleep. She has said my name a couple of times already, and I have to stop myself from waking her up to devour her.
I want nothing more than to do that right now. As she stands in her kitchen, her t-shirt clinging to her breasts, leaving nothing to the imagination, I am throbbing with need. I lean forward, tugging her towards me by her wet t-shirt and bringing her wet body up against mine.
“Jack, I’m drenched!”
“Just the way I like you.”
Her heated gaze focuses on my lips. In a flash we are manically remove each other clothing and literally try to consume each other. I can’t get enough of her; she’s like a drug to me. Just one hit causes me to spiral out of control.
I lift her and carry her to her bed, devouring her mouth on the way.
Wasting no time, I drag finger up her leg and straight to her clit. The process causes her to shiver. My fingers stroke and caress her slowly as I take her nipple into my mouth. I mimic the motion of my tongue on her nipple with my fingers below and I sense her building. Her hands holding my wrist in place as she moves against it.
“No… not yet.” I say removing my hand.
“Jack, please.”
I slowly kiss my way down her body and she grabs my shoulders to pull me up. Shaking my head, I continue my path. “I need to taste you.” She surrenders and lies back allowing me to reach where I need to be.
I bend her knees and open her up to me. I place a single kiss on her, causing her to inhale sharply. She’s so smooth, so soft. Dragging my tongue over her, I taste her like it’s the first time. She fists the blanket beneath her hands as I try to consume her savagely.
“Oh god…Jack. Please, please.” She pleads as I pull away. I could taste her for hours, but I need to be in her, looking at her when we connect.
She huffs in frustration, and I smile against her skin as I slowly move up over her body. I lace our fingers together and lift our hands above her head. I’m positioned at her entrance, and I slowly sink into her. She closes her eyes, but I can’t look away from her beautiful face.
“Open them.” I command as I move slowly in and out of her body. She feels like heaven. She clenches around me and I’m fighting to remain in control.
She finally opens her eyes, and they are moist with unshed tears. I kiss her and grip her fingers tightly with my own. The sensation is unbearable, and I’m quickly building. I won’t be able to hold off any longer.
“Leila, please get there. I can’t hold back.” She wraps her legs around me in an effort to get me deeper. I pull out and slam back in, causing her to gasp. Removing my hand from one of hers to slide it down between our bodies, I begin to touch her where we are connected.
She pants my name and I feel her coming apart beneath me. I watch her face as I bring her to the edge of reason. Her shuddering body immediately causes me to let go as well. I look directly into her eyes as I moan with my own release. Our orgasms roll on wave after wave. I still feel her tremors as she continues to clench around me.
Once my body stills, I can’t look away, pull out, or move, afraid of breaking the connection. We remain this way until our pants subside, and our breathing returns to normal. I then pull her into my arms and hold her tightly until we both fall asleep.
The next morning, I wake first. Watching her sleeping so peacefully simply leaves me breathless. Her long brown hair is fanned out around her naked torso, with one perfect pink nipple peeking through. Not being able to help myself, I slowly skim a fingertip across it, and it instantly pebbles beneath my touch. Even in her sleep, she reacts to my touch…as I do to hers. She stirs slightly, her tongue poking out to lick her perfect lips. I can watch her for hours. But I really should wake her, though, since we need to start getting ready to leave for the photographers.
Running my fingertip over her nipple again, she stirs but doesn’t wake. Bending, I pull her pebbled nipple between my lips, watching as she slowly moans and opens her eyes.
“Mmm, nice wake up call.”
“Like that?”
“Mmm…yes.”
“We need to get up sleepyhead. It’s getting late.”
She rolls away from me. “Can’t we stay here, and skip the photo shoot. I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Nice try.”
She moves over my body, kisses me erotically, causing my excitement to instantly grow. “You’re playing a dirty game, Miss Marino.” I smack her on her butt. “Time to shower.”
“I don’t wanna.”
Jumping off the bed, I walk over to my jeans, still laying crumpled on the floor, and bend over to fish out my phone.
“Well we hafta.”
Turning, I see Leila on her stomach, kicking her feet behind her in the air, her head on her hands, blatantly molesting me with her gaze.
“You like?” I ask, raising my eyebrows suggestively.
Nodding, while grinning like a fool, she says, “Uh huh.”
“And you say I’m insatiable.” Walking back towards the bed, I grab her hands and pull her up until she is up on her knees and our bodies are pressed up against each other. Bending, I pull her bottom lip in between my teeth and tug.
“Shower time.” Turning, I reach behind my back to grab her thighs and pull her up to give her a piggyback ride. Squealing, she wraps her arms around my neck as I carry her into the bathroom. Setting her down long enough to turn on the water, I take her hand, helping her climb into the shower. As she watches me, I join her under the shower’s steady stream.
“I thought we were late.”
“We are. I’m saving time…showering together and making love to you all at the same time. Smart idea, right?”
“Brilliant.”
Standing behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist, my cock is pressing into her lower back. Pulling her hips towards me, I then reach for her hands. Entwining our fingers, I raise them up against the wall in front of us. Positioning myself, I slowly slide in.
It’s way too soon before we climax together, our hands tightly entwined. Our pants are competing with the steady sound of water hitting our bodies. My pounding heart is pressed up against her back while her head rests on my chest. This is exactly where I want to be…forever.
Fifteen minutes later, as we are hurriedly getting dressed and ready for the shoot, I notice we move around each other like we’ve been together for years. It’s strange. I’m so comfortable with her. I would never have imagined feeling like this with anyone. It wasn’t something I wanted or craved. Now that I’ve experienced this with Leila, I never want to go back to live the way I used to. It sickens me to think about all the women I’ve been with. They didn’t care for me, and I sure didn’t care for them. Except for Trini…she always has my back. I should call her. I haven’t spoken to her besides a few texts since the night of my party. She will be happy that I’m happy.
Moving towards her, I wrap my arms around her as she tries to get dressed. “Ok…out! Now!” She says, pointing to the door.
“You’re no fun.”
Sitting in her favorite chair, I’m waiting for her to finish getting ready. I’m totally lost in thought when my phone buzzes with Hunter’s name on the screen. I can ignore it, which would probably send him into a panic thinking I’m passed out at some chick’s house sleeping right through our appointment. It’s annoying, because I’ve never given him any reason to have to check up on me or keep tabs on me. Whatever, he’s in manager mode and all.
I decide it’s not worth the trouble and I answer my phone.
“Yes?”
“Just making sure you are alive.” He replies. “Where are you?”
“I’m on my way.” I know what he meant...he meant, who am I with?
“Ok, just double-checking. See you there.” He says hanging up.
“So annoying.” I mutter aloud.
“Who?” Leila asks as she walks into the room. She looks fantastic. She is wearing a dress that show off her tan legs, her hair is lose and down, she looks so good.
“You look really nice.” I mention appreciatively. She smiles and comes to sit next to me on the couch. “Thanks. Who’s annoying?” she asks again.
“Oh…Hunter. He’s checking up on me and it’s annoying.” I kiss her cheek. “Ready?” She nods and we leave her apartment.
She is very quiet on the drive to the city. I can guess it’s because she is nervous about this photo shoot. Eventually I take her grasp and tell her, “Stop stressing.”
“I’m not stressing.”
“You are an awful liar.” I squeeze her hand.
At five minutes to nine, I pull up in front of the building to drop Leila off. “I’ll go park your car, this way you can go inside well before I do.” She nods.
Just as she is about to get out of the car I see Dylan walking towards the building. She looks over at me confused when I grab her hand again.
“Dylan.” I say nodding towards the building. She gasps and turns her body so her back is to the door.
“Oh crap. Do you think he saw us?”
I watch Dylan head through the doors and shake my head. “No, he didn’t. That was a close call though.” She nods with relief. “Go ahead, I’ll see you upstairs.”
She turns and opens her door. I watch her look left then right, and bolt to the front doors. I hate this…it shouldn’t be like this. I should be able to proudly be with her and not have to hide. I need to convince her that if no one else, our inner circle should know about us. There is no reason we should hide.
***
Ok, this fucking sucks!
We have been manhandled, our hair has been done, our faces made up, and we were forced to try on a dozen different things until the photographer approved. We are all dressed casually in t-shirts and jeans. After an exhausting argument, thank God the photographer finally allowed Trey to keep on his shades.
The said photographer is named Pierre and is very eccentric. He has a small army of staff at his beck and call. He keeps fiddling with my hair and I want to slug him. We are now sitting in a studio waiting for Leila, and I’m done.
“That chick put lipstick on me. This sucks ass.” Hunter says wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
“It’s necessary for the camera to capture your faces properly.” Jennifer explains as she paces the room again. She is getting on my nerves.
“Can you please sit down? You’re driving me crazy.” She scowls and sits in a chair.
I don’t mean to be so harsh, but I’m in a bad mood and I’m not hiding it well. My day started out great, until we were almost seen by Dylan. Then as I’m parking the car, distracted by thoughts of hiding my relationship with Leila, I answered my cell without checking to see who was calling. Big mistake!
Jessa, my high school girlfriend was calling to let me know she would be seeing our first show. She asked to see me afterwards and I told her absolutely not. She said one way or another she would see me. We were on the phone all of two minutes, when I wanted to put my fist through a wall. The phone calls and texts have been coming daily, and I’ve been ignoring them. I can’t stand it anymore. I have no doubt that she wants something.
Hearing a commotion in the corner of the room, I snap back to reality and remember where I am. What is taking so long? We are sitting here for almost an hour and we are all getting really cranky.
The door finally opens and my mouth drops.
Holy shit!
Leila stops at the door and she doesn’t look happy at all. Every person in the room is staring at her and it’s making her uncomfortable, as well as me.
I slowly walk over to her and ask, “What’s wrong?”
“I look ridiculous.” She agonizes.
She doesn’t, of course. She looks fucking hot. They have her in a dark, red leather lace-up thing and the tightest pair of jeans that leave nothing to the imagination. On her feet are black fuck me pumps. Her hair is wild and looks like she just had sex. Her eyes are smoky grey. He lips are red, but not a trampy red, more like she has been kissed for hours, red. I am completely turned on.
I shake my head and refute, “You look unbelievable Leila…trust me.” Even so, her expression says that she wants to die.
Dylan comes over. “Leila, you look great.” He says rubbing her back to comfort her. I clench my jaw at the sight of his hand on her bareback.
Jennifer stalks over without sympathy. “What is the problem here?”
“Sorry, they kept changing my outfits and hair until they were satisfied.”
“Relax Jennifer, we’re ready now.” Thankfully, Jen walks away in search of Pierre.
Looking at Leila, I tease, “Stop biting your lip.”
As Pierre makes last minute lighting adjustments, my band-mates openly gawk at the girl I’m in love with. This is not helping my mood. Her pants are so tight that you can see the smooth curve of her ass. Instinctively I stand between Leila and their line of sight. Trey has the balls to look around me.
The photographer arranges us in front of the backdrop. He takes dozens of shots, moving us and facing us in different directions. I look down at Leila at one point when he is adjusting his lights and ask if she’s ok.
“I will be when this is over. My boobs are sweating.”
I am so surprised by her comment that I let out a loud snort, prompting the entire room to look at me. I turn towards her and she shrugs nonchalantly.
The last picture, Pierre had me remove my shirt. The guys are behind me to my right. Leila is pressed up against me on my left while whispering in my ear, and my head is turned away from her seductively.
Pierre yells “Perfection. That’s a wrap.” At once all his minions scatter in different directions.
I feel Leila visibly relax next to me. “You did great.” I say rubbing her arms. Then I bend to whisper into her ear, “See if you can keep this outfit.”
I move over to Jennifer, before I can get myself into trouble and pretend I have questions regarding this week’s schedule. From the corner of my eye, I see Dylan walking up to Leila, causing my hackles to rise. Watching from across the room, Leila smiles at something he says. They stand and chat for a few minutes, when he leans in and says something to make her laugh. She quickly glances over at me and turns back to Dylan before he walks out. Giving me a shy smile, she then turns to walk out of the room herself.
I need to talk to her. I haven’t heard a word Jennifer said for the last five minutes. She finally shuts up and says, “I’ll see you tomorrow. I have a meeting with Bobby.”
I walk over to Hunter and ask, “Jennifer has a meeting with Bobby, are you heading over to the studio?”
He grabs his jacket. “Yeah, Scott has his van. Are you coming?”
“I’m going to drive down with Leila so I can talk to her.” I say innocently.
“Ok. See you later.” He pats my back and leaves me dumbfounded. What? No words of wisdom?
I leave the room in search of Leila, and finally find her in a small dressing room by herself. “Can I come in?”
She is sitting in front of a vanity staring into space. She is back in her regular clothes, her face is clean, and her hair is brushed. She must have bolted to this room and stripped down immediately. As hot as she looked earlier, this is who she is and she is beautiful.
“Sure.” She says looking over at me in the doorway.
“Did your boobs cool off?” I ask closing the door behind me and walking over to her. I put my hands on her shoulders and look at her reflection in the mirror.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She glances up at me in the mirror. “Well that was a bit embarrassing. I guess I need to get used to people gawking?”
“Based on how you look, prepare for lots of gawking.”
“Yay. I can’t wait.” She says with sarcasm dripping in her words. Nodding toward a bag that sits on a chair, she adds, “They said I can keep it.”
“Well yay for me.”
She suddenly gets serious and frowns. “Um, Dylan asked me out to dinner tonight.” She looks up and starts biting on her bottom lip.
“Why?”
“Because he had fun the last time we went out?” she responds with a question. She comes closer when she notices my clenched fists. “Listen, he’s just a friend. It would look weird if I refused his invite. You said yourself to act like I normally do. The Leila I was a week ago would have said yes.”
“Remind me why we are keeping us a secret?”
“Because you want to make me happy?”
She’s right.
Fuck.
“Oh, yeah…I forgot.” I pull her into my arms and kiss her head. “Its just dinner, right?” She nods quietly.
“Ok. Its just dinner…nothing else.” I repeat, more for my own sake.