Page 22 of Taming His Rockstar

I have to admit, the thought of having an affair with Jake sounds very tempting. And I’m sure he would go for it too. I’m KD after all, and he’s a fan. Plus, not to blow my own horn, but I did kind of blow his mind the last time. And he’s blown my world away. I bite my lower lip as I remember how he tugged on them one time.

“You’re thinking about him again, aren’t you?”

I jolt, wondering how I managed to forget she’s here.

“No, I was thinking of something else.”

“I can see your nipple.” She shakes her head as she points to my hardened nipples. “Jesus Christ, Katie. Why the hell are you not plowing this guy every night?”

I blush and look away. “Because I’m not some sex-crazed idiot who needs one man to make me feel good. Sure, Jake was good. Doesn’t mean I can’t find better.”

Jane eyes go wide, and the look on her face tells me I’m in trouble.

“Have you had better?”

I nod mutely.

“Really?”

I shake my head, then quickly add, “Doesn’t mean I won’t get better. It’s all about checking what’s on the menu, isn’t it?” I wink at her, using her own words.

Jane bursts into laughter and shakes her head. “I’m afraid for you it’s going to take more than sampling what’s on the menu. You’ve had Kobe beef and now no other meat is going to make your pussy feel the same again.”

“Stop saying meat and beef,” I say, feeling a little nauseous.

“Sure.” Jane moves closer to me. “Remember Jesse?”

I remember Jesse. I hate Jesse. He’s a sleazebag who managed to wrap Jane around his finger for three months. Two minutes after I met him, I told Jane he was bad news and that she should dump him. She told me he was the best lay she’d ever had, and she had no plan on letting him go.

“I remember Jesse.” I frown. “What does he have to do with any of his?”

“Jake is your Jesse.”

“Like hell he is.” It’s a laughable comment at best, and that’s because I choose to laugh about it.

“Okay, Jesse was a douche, and hopefully your Jake is not . . .”

“He is not, and he is not my Jesse.”

“What I’m trying to say is that Jesse was a douche, and the only reason I was with him is because the man could fuck.” Jane nods. “I’d even admit that for a while there I was even addicted to his dick. I hated the man. Loved how he’d bend me over my couch and make me scream. Dude was good with his mouth too. You’re scared of being addicted to Jake’s dick. You had good sex for the first time in so long, and now you’re scared of how much you want it.”

The concept is so funny I want to burst into laughter, yet I can’t because it’s also true. And still, not true. I’m not afraid of getting addicted to Jake’s dick. I’m not. I just really like what he did to me with it. Every time I’ve played with myself in the last few days, it’s what I pictured in my head, between my legs, in my mouth . . . What I’m afraid of doing is getting addicted to the man himself. It struck me in the moment he handed me the cup of coffee how relationship-y the whole thing was. And I wanted it so much I had to get out of there. Not that it matters. I got out of there, and I have no plan to go back. In a few days, I’ll have forgotten about Jake. Okay, maybe a few weeks. But one day, I’m going to forget all about Jake and find someone new. Someone to have great sex with and not have to worry about things getting emotional. I suddenly realizing something.

“You said Jesse was the best sex you’ve ever had. That can’t be right. I mean, you have better sex with Travis, right?”

“Yeah, but that’s because I love Travis. The emotion makes the sex the best I’ve ever had. If I didn’t love him, he would be second best.” She gives me a smile. “That’s why I’m glad I didn’t fall in love with that idiot. Imagine how fucked up my life would be. He’d probably have me on strings like a puppet.”

“Yeah.” I chuckle mirthlessly and empty my wine glass of wine. “That would be really fucked up.”

She walks to the oven and stares through the glass. “Are you sure that recipe said thirty-five minutes? I’m hungry.” She turns to me. “Look, you don’t need to stress out about this. Honestly, I think you should see if there is anything there. Bang one out with him a couple of times. It’s been a while since you did something fun and spontaneous like that. But in the end, what matters is what you want, and if you don’t think you want to see Jake again, then cool.”

“All right, I don’t want to see him again.”

“Liar,” Jane replies softly as she turns around to stare at her chicken again.

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