Page 26 of Jet

JET

Makingsmall talk tonightwhile Quinn sits across from me is absolutely insane! Especially when she keeps touching her lips. Yeah, they look a bit bruised because I kissed the hell out of her before coming here. She still feels me on her lips, and I bet she can taste me, too. My cock has been hard since I left her this morning. No easy feat to hide since I’ve been busy all day. I’d rather be eating her out than sitting in this damn restaurant with a raging hard-on.

Once we finish eating and the waitress has cleared off the table, Quin reaches in her bag and pulls out a sheet of paper. “Okay, so what I have in my hand here is the reason we’re celebrating. Caleb gave this to me when we had our meeting before the conference. It’s a list of all the bands who’ve signed up for the benefit. You should all be very proud of yourselves, there are some big names on here. I’ll pass it around.”

Willow’s reading the names out loud and I barely hear a word she’s saying, I’m too busy watching Quinn biting her bottom lip. She only does that when something’s really bothering her, so I can’t wait to get my hands on that list. She was fine until she pulled it out of her bag. She senses me staring, so she musters up a reassuring smile. Fake, but I’ll give her an A for trying.

Everyone’s excited by the time I get my hand on the damn thing, and when I scan the page, I’m disappointed nothing pops at me. Yeah, there are big names here, likeRebel Riot,Wicked Immortal, andUnbrokento name a few, but nothing that she should be upset about. Unless she’s worked with a few of these bands and didn’t get along with them. Now that’s a thought. I’ll need to do some investigating and see what I can come up with. My very own private detective shit.

Folding it up, I reach across the table to hand it to her. When her fingers brush against mine, I’m instantly hard. Yeah, she’s going to be the death of me because after tasting her, I want more. How much I’m willing to sacrifice is to be determined, but I’ll have her underneath me before we leave. And that’s in less than thirty-six hours. I’m not making any commitments, but we have four months left to this tour. I’ll need to shake things up a bit. My days of sharing a room with Trevor are officially over.

“You okay?” I had to ask her because she’s too damn quiet. I worry another migraine is coming on.

“I’m fine, thanks. Just tired from the lack of sleep last night.” I should have known our conversation wasn’t private.

“Oh, do tell why you didn’t sleep last night.” This coming from the quiet one of the bunch. Willow.

Personally, I didn’t mention a word about last night but I’m not sure if Quinn did or not. So, I wait for her to make the next move.

“My plans to take Jet to his home last night drastically changed.” All eyes are on me, like I’m the bad guy. Questions abound. “No, no, no. Stop. He’s the one who came to my rescue. I suffer from terrible migraines and it happened right before I was going to drive him home. I passed out in the driver’s seat so Jet drove me home and carried me into the house. He ended up spending the night on the couch just in case I needed someone during the night. I’m so grateful he was there.”

Abby reaches over and grabs Quinn’s hand. “Oh my god, that’s so scary. Thank goodness Jet was there to help. I can’t even imagine what could have happened if you guys were on the road.”

“We could have been killed,” I say. “That’s what could have happened. Now that we all know about Quinn’s migraines, we’ll be more aware.”

Quinn nods. “I have a prescription medication for my headaches and I’d forgotten it on the kitchen counter. Believe me, it was scary. I’ll never forget to throw them in my purse ever again.”

Lucas claps me on the back. “Glad you guys are okay. Could have taken a turn for the worse. Sounds like someone’s watching out for you.” It’s not the first time he’s made a reference to my mom. He has no idea how she died, I never told him, but he knows she’s gone. I didn’t feel the need to be specific.

We finish up our dinner by having a few drinks at the bar. It’s been a hectic day, and after last night Quinn and I decided to stick to seltzer water. There’s too much to do in the next few days to get buzzed, and I wanted to be one hundred percent sober when I go home with her. We all say goodnight in the parking lot and go our separate ways. Except me. I follow Quinn home. Like the stalker I accused her of being.

She doesn’t seem a bit surprised when I pull in and park right behind her, but she does appear hesitant to get out. This might make or break our very fragile friendship, but I need to try or it will constantly eat away at me.

I open her car door and reach out. I’d never force her into doing anything she doesn’t want to do, but I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t think the feeling was mutual. Chills dot along my spine when she takes my hand and steps out. “Jet, what are we doing?”

“I can only speak for myself, but I’d like to think it’s two consenting adults who want to act out on this attraction between them. Do you feel it?” When she nods, I slam the door closed and press my body against hers while resting my hands on the roof of the car. Caging her in.

“This is such a bad idea—” I don’t give her a chance to finish, I lean in and steal a long, deep, intoxicating kiss. I fucking love the way she moans against my mouth as my tongue parts her lips and I dive in for a taste. Sweet with a hint of lime.

My fingers itch to flick and pinch those taut nipples that are piercing into my chest with her every inhale. I can’t stand not touching her, so I fist my hands in her hair and give a little tug. Forcing our lips apart. I want to gaze into her lustful eyes and know she’s desperate for my hard cock. Which is thick and heavy between my legs, seeking relief. I absorb all the beauty that is Quinn, and fucking love the way her lips glisten from our shared passion. I crave this girl with every breath I take and I scold myself for not being able to fight this attraction between us.

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QUINN

All of my sensorynerves are firing off at once, screaming at me to stop! But I ignore those idiots and get lost in the sensation of his mouth. His hungry and needy kisses turn me into a wanton bitch in heat. Wanting more and he doesn’t disappoint when he parts my lips and his tongue tangles with mine.

I’m blinded with lust when I feel his cock press into my quivering belly. Right above my mound, which causes me to tremble. Seeking release. When his hands grip my hair and force us apart, I want to plead. To beg him for more. Oh, he knows exactly what he’s doing! Taunting me by the way his penetrating blues search mine. Our attraction is electric! Before I can change my mind, I grab his hand and drag him towards the front door. I know I’ll regret this tomorrow, but for tonight, I’m going to get lost in this gorgeous man.

I barely have time to close the door when he spins me around and pins me face-first into the wall. And then his hands are everywhere. “I’m going to enjoy undressing you, one piece of clothing at a time. Kissing and tasting every inch of your exposed flesh. Until you’re completely exposed and begging me to come.”

Good lord, I thought my panties were drenched from his kisses alone, but when his hands slither across my belly, I’m panting. And when he holds my heavy breasts in his hands before accessing my blouse, I want to beg for his cock, now!

Torturously, he unbuttons my blouse slowly, until it flutters around my feet. Leaving me in my lacy bra with my breasts pressed against the textured wall. As if reading my thoughts, he unsnaps my bra, pulls it away from my breasts, and slides it down my arms until it hits the floor. Now, my nipples are free to glide along the wall with every breath I take.

“Two down and two to go.” Ah, he’s counting and so am I, but I’m not surprised when his mouth latches onto my neck. Tasting and teasing just like he said he would. This is a slow dance and the anticipation is killing me.

My skirt’s the next to join the other abandoned garments on the floor, and when he presses his nose against my panties, I moan. “Mm, you smell so fucking sweet, I can’t wait to bury my face in your pussy.” When he’s had his fill, he hooks his thumbs in the waistband and slowly slides them down my ass, thighs, and knees. I’m still wearing my heels, and like most men he leaves them on and has me step out of the panties. Now I’m as naked as the day I was born and just as vulnerable.

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