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“Spread your legs for me, baby. I’m going to lick your pussy until you come all over my tongue.” Fuck yes! I eagerly part my thighs and that’s all the invitation he needs.

Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulls me up against his mouth so my ass is sticking out, then buries his face in my slick folds. Oh dear god, I’m holding onto the wall as he impales me in one swift thrust of his tongue. Over and over again until that sensation deep inside my belly throbs and quakes with an imminent orgasm. “I’m going to come. . .”

As soon as those words leave my lips, he removes his tongue. What? No! “Jet, please. I want to come.” A chuckle before his warm breath hits my core, and he swipes that magic tongue over my clit. My legs are trembling as he continues flicking his tongue back and forth, back and forth, and then I’m coming with no warning. “Yes, oh god, Yes!”

Once my head clears and the adrenaline from my very erotic orgasm calms, Jet stands up and holds me close. His cock’s as hard as granite against my spine, and his jeans are wet from his leaking pre-cum.

“Mm, you taste so fucking sweet just like I knew you would. Now I’m going to do all kinds of dirty things to you, baby. I hope you’re ready to be filled with my hard cock.” His dirty mouth is going to be the death of me, but what a way to go. “Where’s your bedroom, Quinn?”

“Last door on the right.” In one swift motion, he turns me around, grabs my ass, and lifts me off the floor. I wrap my legs around his waist and with every bounce of his hips, I feel his erection throbbing against my clit. I’m about to detonate from the friction alone. And as if that isn’t enough, his mouth and chin are glistening with my arousal. It’s fucking hot!

Never in a million years could I have predicted for one second that when I got dressed this morning, Jet would be in my bed tonight.

He places me gently on the bed, leaning his elbows to the side of my head. “Just so you know, you’re not the boss of me in the bedroom. This is where I take control.” Leaning in, he slants his mouth over mine and I willingly open for him. And when his tongue seeks mine, I suck on it just like I’m going to do to his cock.

“Fuck, Quinn. I need to be inside you right now.” With one hand, he unzips his jeans while I grab his shirt, tugging it over his head. I’m so desperate to feel his heated skin against mine, I’m pushing his pants down his ass as far as I can reach. Grabbing my wrists, he stands so I can finish what I started. Now he’s naked and it’s a beautiful sight to see.

Taking my hand, he wraps it around his cock and we stroke it together. I dive in for a taste and he quickly reprimands me. “No! It’s been so long I’ll come down your throat! I want to be buried inside your sweet pussy when I do.” Well, I can’t argue that. I know he said he wants to be in control and he is, but I let him go and slide my ass up towards the headboard. I spread my legs and hear him growl. It’s the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard.

I’m consumed with desire when he grabs a condom, rips it open, and slides it down the length of his beautiful cock. And when he crawls on all fours and places himself between my thighs, there’s no doubt in my mind that I’m falling in love with him.

“I’m going to spend the whole damn night worshipping your beautiful body, so I hope you didn’t plan on sleeping.” He doesn’t give me time to answer when he impales me in one swift thrust while his teeth latch onto my nipple! Orgasm number two rips through me like a tidal wave and I’m riding it out until the orgasmic end.

17

JET

Quinnand I havespent the last few days in bed and now that we’re leaving, it’s going to be difficult to focus on the rest of the tour. The long days will surely be grueling, and I know when I step off that stage I’m going to skip all the afterparties with the enthusiastic groupies. Since I’m going to be balls deep inside of Quinn every chance I get. That woman already has me whipped and I’ll be the first to admit it. I don’t deserve her, but for now I’m going to enjoy this thing we have since I know once the tour’s over, she’ll be moving onto the next.

I’m spending the day catching up on last-minute tasks since we’ll be leaving later tonight. I’ve already called the post office to hold my mail, set up online banking and secured my apartment building by telling the manager I’d be gone for a long period of time. My sleeping bag is once again tucked in a corner inside of my closet. I’m hoping that someday I won’t need the security it brings me.

I just finished packing and ready to head over to Trevor’s to meet up with everyone when I hear some mail fall to the floor. Like, what the fuck? What part of holding my mail don’t they understand?

Bending over, I pick it up and weed through it. As always, there’s so much junk, but the last one catches my attention. The name and address are handwritten, which isn’t unusual, but there’s something vaguely familiar about this one. My hands are shaking when I tear it open and a picture flutters to the floor. I take a step back when a pair of bright blue eyes gaze up at me.

My mother.

What the ever-loving fuck!

I drop to my knees, and with shaky hands I cautiously pick it up. Afraid to damage the delicate photo. I’d forgotten how young and breathtakingly beautiful she was. It hurts my heart to admit that her image isn’t as vivid in my mind as it used to be.

Slowly flipping it over, I check the back for a date or for any info on where it was taken. Nothing. I was hoping there’d be something tangible for me to hold onto. My heart’s breaking into tiny little shards all over again. It’s been too damn long since I’ve seen her infectious smile.

I miss her so fucking much!

This picture was the only thing in the envelope. No letter or return address, but I’d bet my right arm that the piece of shit sent it to me. It was inevitable after our last encounter that he has something up his sleeve. My main concern is he has my address, and I guard that with my life. Only a handful of people have it, but now that I’m a celeb, I’m sure someone would sell me out for a few bucks. Hands down. I don’t like the fact that I’m leaving for a few months and he knows it. He has to, with all the publicity we’re getting. Fuck.

Holding the picture against my heart, I close my eyes. Desperately trying to remember the sound of her laughter, or the way her hair floated on a breeze. How happy she was when she received her favorite perfume on her thirtieth birthday.Gardenia by Elizabeth Taylor. It was such a sweet floral scent and perfect for an angel like her.

My chest suddenly feels tight. Too many memories and emotions are crushing me, all because of one lone picture. That asshole knew what kind of emotions this would evoke inside me. Exactly what he intended. This is the only picture I have of her and I’ll treasure it until the day I die. But I have no doubt that I’ll be getting more of these or something else to remind me of my past.

Picking myself up off the floor, I head into the bathroom. Looking into the mirror is a painful reminder that I look just like her, but the person staring back at me is nothing like her. Esme Penelope Lawless was the epitome of everything genuine. She was an optimist and believed that all people had some good hidden inside of them. For some, you just had to dig a little bit deeper. Hence, the reason she married the asshole. My stepfather was a slimy chameleon, and if she only knew what he was capable of, what he did to her teenage son, she would have killed him with her bare hands.

Splashing cold water on my face, I welcome the frigid temp. I’m in no rush to towel off, since it’s lowering my body heat so I won’t self-implode. With my head bent, I grip the lip of the sink and steady myself. I need to get my shit together before going to Trevor’s, but there’s one stop I need to make along the way, and it’s going to be the hardest of them all. I need to say goodbye to Mack. I’d never forgive myself if anything happened to him while I was gone. Maybe it’s because I lost my mom at such a young age, but I cherish the people who are a constant in my life. I’ll stop in, give him a big bear hug, and be on my way.

Grabbing the picture, I place it inside my journal where it won’t get damaged and zip my duffle. I hope she doesn’t mind, but this time Mom’s going on tour with me whether she likes it or not.

I grab my bags and walk out the door, optimistic that the next time I return, my life will be changed for the better. That the event will be a success and lives will be a little bit richer because of it.

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