Page 42 of Taming His Rockstar

Chapter 20

Imop sweat from my forehead and empty my second bottle of water after the performance. There’s something different about this performance. Apparently, there’s something about having someone to relate to when I sing some of my more sexually charged lyrics. I can’t count how many times my eyes met Jake’s as I talked about rocking some guy’s world. I literally stared into his face for half the length of a song. I hear a knock at the door and turn around.

“Who is there?”

“Katie?”

My eyes widen as I jump to my feet and stare at myself in the mirror. I don’t look good.

“Come in,” I say defiantly.

He opens the door and steps in, a small smile on his face.

“Hey,” he says as he stares at me.

“Hey,” I reply back, suddenly not as confident. There he is, looking all sexy in his leather jacket and T-shirt with my face on it. And me in clothes still wet with sweat and my face still blotchy. “Uhm, how was the show?”

He doesn’t answer for a few seconds. He turns around and locks the door, and I narrow my eyes, wondering what he’s about to do. And realizing that whatever it is, for some reason it’s getting me aroused.

“I used to hear my friends talk about the sexual tension in a rock concert and assumed it was all the drugs talking.” He begins to walk toward me. “Now, I’m starting to think that you’re the fucking drug, and I swear to God, you just gave me the longest boner of my life.”

“Jake . . .”

“You don’t want to do this, you tell me to turn around and get out of your dressing room.” He keeps on stalking me, and that’s the only way I can describe the way he’s walking toward me. It’s like I’m his prey, mesmerized by the potent look of desire in his eyes. “You’ve got just a few seconds more.”

“Jake . . .” I manage to say, brain too befuddled to figure out what I want. And too aroused to care that Jane can come back anytime.

He gets to me, grabs me and locks my lips in his, his tongue spearing into my mouth as he kisses me roughly. Like a match to gas, I respond to that kiss by grabbing a fistful of his shirt and kissing him right back.

“Oh god,” I moan when he spins me around and bends me over my dressing table. He pulls my pants down, and I help him get them around my knees. Then I hear him unzip his, and I shudder in anticipation. “Quickly,” I beg, feeling a trickle slide down my thighs.

“Just a second,” he replies.

I feel the tip of his cock nudge the entrance of my pussy, and I swear to god I purr like a goddamn cat. Then he’s inside me, and we’re both moving now, groaning and moaning as we move together. It’s quick and fast. His hand on my mouth to muffle my screams as I explode around his cock. A few seconds later, I feel him bite down on my shoulder, and I swear to god, it’s more than the feeling of his cock throbbing between my legs as he shoots his seed inside me that pushes me over the edge one more time.

Both of us pant as I lean my head on my dressing table, wondering what the fuck just happened.

“Are you okay?” I hear him ask, and he sounds so hoarse I can’t hold back a smile.

I nod. “You?”

“I think I just had the fastest and best sex of my life.” He pulls out and beginss to dress himself again.

I turn around and lean against my dressing table. After this, I’ll need to take my bath, but for now, I love the feel of him inside me. I’m on the pill, so I’m not worried about getting pregnant or anything. The small pang of regret I feel at that scares me, so I push my mind away from it.

“Where is Rayne?”

“She’s waiting for me.”

“Do you need me to arrange a car for you?”

He smiles and kisses me on my cheek. “Don’t worry. We’ll be fine. You need to rest. I’m guessing Jane should be coming back any minute now. I saw her backstage talking with your drummer.”

“That’s her husband.”

“Oh.” He nods.

“His birthday is this weekend, and Jane is throwing a party for him. Do you want to come?” I blurt the thought out before I can talk myself out of it. “It’s a small party. Just a few friends, and you don’t have to come if you don’t want to. And I don’t know why I even asked you since . . .”

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