Page 10 of How to Catch a Rockstar

Chapter 4

Sex dream – the perfect excuse Jett’s been waiting for

Jett

I inhale as I slowly wake. The smell of jasmine fills my lungs. I love the smell of flowers. The first flowers I ever received were backstage at a concert. Since then, the smell reminds me of the band’s success and how all the shit in the past was worth it to get where I am now.

I snuggle into my pillow. The pillow is soft and warm. Hold on. My pillows aren’t soft and warm.

I force my eyes open and am met with a bundle of curly blonde hair. Huh? I don’t remember taking a woman to bed. And I certainly don’t remember letting her stay in my bed. I don’t sleep with women. I have sex with them.

There’s only one woman I want to sleep with. One woman I will never allow myself to sleep with. I inhale a deep breath and the scent of jasmine surrounds me.

Aurora.

Aurora always smells like jasmines. It’s probably one of the reasons I’m obsessed with the scent.

But why is she lying in my arms? How did I end up in her bed?

Memories of falling off my surfboard surface. Ah yes. Now I remember. I was released from the hospital, but Aurora didn’t want me at my house or some fancy hotel. She wanted me to have peace and quiet.

So, she brought me to her house to take care of me. Pain slices through my chest. No one’s ever taken care of me before. I’ve always taken care of myself. I’ve never had anyone I could rely on.

I can’t get used to it. I can’t depend on anyone. Not when they’ll get tired of me and my hijinks in a few months and get rid of me.

I debate rolling away and walking out the door but Aurora squirms against me and my cock takes notice. It always notices when she’s around. How she hasn’t seen I’m hard whenever she’s in my presence is a miracle.

I tighten my arms around her and enjoy the feeling of her soft, warm curves in my arms. If this is the one and only chance I get to have her in my arms I’m going to enjoy it.

“Jett,” she murmurs.

“What?” I ask.

“Jett,” she sighs and rubs her legs together.

I tuck her hair away from her face. Her eyes are closed and she’s writhing against me. Is little Aurora having a sex dream about me?

I should probably wake her up. I should probably get out of this bed.

She throws her leg over my hip and draws me near until my cock is pressed against her core. My cock – already hard from being in bed with the object of its desire – presses against my jeans. No way in hell I’m walking away now.

But I’m not having sex with a woman who’s asleep. I kiss her eyelid.

“Aurora. Wake up.”

“Mmmm,” she mumbles as she rubs herself against my cock.

I grit my teeth before I roll her onto her back and bury myself in her. I’m not fucking her when she’s not aware of what’s happening.

“Aurora, you need to wake up, feisty girl.”

“Don’t wanna. Having the best dream.”

“Wake up and I’ll make your dreams come true.”

Her eyes flip open and she stares at me. “I thought I was dreaming.”

“No need to dream, feisty girl. I can make your dreams a reality.”

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