Bayou Stix Series: Bayou Stix Limited Edition Box Set (42 page)

He frowns. “I shouldn’t have said that. It wasn’t true. I was pissed. I’m sorry. But I seduced you?! I didn’t seduce you. You seduced me! You make me crazy!” He pulls his hair and he’s biting his lip ring again. He gets up and stalks over to me.
“You make me crazy, Blue!”

I swallow and try to step back. He’s in my personal space. I can’t move. I’m against the door. “Then maybe you should leave.” I’m staring at his shoulder, because I refuse to look into his eyes. If I do, I’m done for.

He leans in and whispers in my ear, “I don’t want to leave.” Then he rubs his nose down my neck.

My legs turn to mush and my stomach tightens. He licks and nips my collar bone. “What? Why not? What are you doing? I make you crazy. You said it. You make me crazy. So, what are we doing, Jessie?” I have to grip his waist to hold myself up.

He bites my chin and moves my head up with his long finger so I have no choice other than to look into his eyes. “Seducing each other…” Then his mouth captures mine and I’m lost in sensation.

I moan and lean into his kiss, sucking his lip ring into my mouth and running my tongue over it before tracing the split in his lip with my tongue. He moans and grips my hips. I press into his body.

He finally stops kissing me and leans his forehead against mine as we both breathe erratically. Clearing his throat, he says, “Go get dressed. I want to take you out for lunch.”

My eyes search his for a long time, before I sigh.

He smiles. “Can I take you out for lunch, Blue?”

I smile back, “Ok. Give me a bit. I need to shower and get dressed.” Gesturing to the couch, I say, “Make yourself comfy. Be out as fast as I can.”

I’m still not sure what’s going on here, but I’m stupid enough, or smart enough… to know I want to know. Ok Blue, just keep a tight rein on those emotions and all will be fine.

I shower and get dressed and I hear Jessie on the phone. I can hear his side, so I’m assuming he’s talking to Jude. “Yeah… I’m taking her to lunch… No idea… She didn’t slam it in my face, fucker… I don’t know… I’ll text you later… Shut the hell up… Yeah, tell her Blue is fine… Later, dude.”

I smirk into the mirror as I finish up with my makeup. As I’m pulling on some leggings, I hear a knock at the door. It’s probably a delivery for old Mrs. Aines who lives across the hall. I sign for her when she’s out. I call out, “Jessie, can you get the door for me?”

“Sure thing. You about ready? I’m starving.”

I’m calling back to him, “Yeah, getting my shoes on now…”

Then I hear, “What the fuck? Who the fuck are you? Where’s Blue?”

Oh shit. Are you fucking kidding me? What the hell is he doing here?

I hop into the living room, still putting on my shoes. I look at the scene, Brock is in the doorway in Jessie’s face and Jessie is blocking his entrance.

“What the hell are you doing here, Brock?” I grit out.

Jessie says, “You know this cat?”

Brock pushes past Jessie, walking into my apartment, and he looks at me. “Babe, what the fuck? I called you. Why didn’t you call me back? Who is this douche?”

Jessie looks at me and raises a brow, “Babe?!”

I roll my eyes. Brock sizes Jessie up. Jessie looks right back at him. Jessie is taller, and leaner, but has muscle, while Brock is shorter and solid. He’s not fat, but not fit. They are polar opposites. Gritting my teeth, I get out, “Do you not read your own magazine, Brock? That’s Jessie. Jessie Adams, lead guitarist for Bayou Stix. What are you doing here?”

He chuckles, “Oh, you’re still working. You’re a workaholic, Babe. I came to get you. We’re going out. My dad has the boat ready. He mentioned he saw you last night. You didn’t call me.”

I roll my eyes again and frown. “I’m not working. And I’m not going with you. I have plans. You can let yourself out.”

He looks at Jessie and his eyes get heated. “What the fuck? Are you fucking my fiancée, you pansy?”

Jessie’s eyes go wide and he glares at me. “Fiancée?”

The urge to stomp my foot and punch both of them is strong. Instead I close my eyes, lean my head back, and breathe deeply, counting to twenty. Then, I count to twenty again.

Do not go crazy on both of these dudes. Do not do it. No, you know what? Screw it. I am going to let loose, and they both better be ready…

Jessie

W
hat the fuck did that dude say? Fiancée? Blue obviously knows him, but she looks pissed. No way she’s engaged to him, but who is this douche? His own magazine? As in Rock Hard?

I look expectantly at Blue. She’s got her eyes closed with her head thrown back and she’s taking deep breaths with her hands clenched. Do I need to throw this asshat out?

I look at him, sizing him up. She called him Brock. She’s never mentioned any Brock. No one has ever mentioned a Brock. Who the fuck is this guy?

He spits out at me. “Yeah, fucker. Fiancée. You can leave now.”

I look at him with my brow raised. I’m not going anywhere. Crossing my arms, I wait.

Blue looks at him and points. “I am
not
your fiancée. Not anymore. You made sure of that when I walked in and caught you fucking that skanky intern on your desk. Then, you fucked with my
career
… Having your Daddy send me off on the road with Bayou Stix to keep me from outing your ass.” She’s gotten closer and is now right in front of him. She jabs him in the chest. I notice they are the same height. “
You
can leave now. Jessie is my guest and the only person leaving is
you.
”

Well, ok then. But wait, she was in engaged to this guy? “You were engaged?”

She looks at me and says, “Yes, I was. I thought it was enough, but it wasn’t.” Then back to Brock whose face is turning purple with rage. “I would have never married you anyway, Brock. I don’t and I didn’t love you. Ever.”

“You whore! You going to end the engagement with me over nothing?! You know how it is in this business. Everyone wants to reach the top on their back. None of it means anything!” He’s whining. This cat sounds like a little girl. “I gave you
time
to stop you from being fucking stupid, over
nothing
.” He points at me. “You hit the road with him… Did you fuck the whole band?” Spittle is flying out of his mouth. “How long did it take you to spread your legs for him? You can’t do this to me. You won’t make me look like a fool. What am I supposed to tell my father?”

Her eyes flash and she slaps him. Clean across the face. Damn, that was hot. “You listen to me, you piece of shit! I don’t give a flying fuck what you tell your father. Do. Not. Call. Me. A. Whore. I’m not the one who was engaged and fucked other people. And no Brock, I didn’t make you look like a fool. You did that all by yourself. I ended things
before
I left, before you had your Daddy send me on the road, and today
you
showed up here. Uninvited. Now… You need to leave.”

“You
will
regret this, Blue.” He looks at me and says, “You can have her. She was a fish in bed anyway. She doesn’t even know how to suck dick.” He looks back to her and says over his shoulder, “Why do you think I fucked other people?” He laughs as he walks out. “By the way… you can kiss your job goodbye.”

At that statement, she gasps and the color drains from her face. I turn to go after him. No man talks to a woman that way. And certainly not one he was engaged to. And no one talks to Blue like that. Not even me… She grabs my arm to stop me. She looks stricken. “I’m going to fuck him up, Blue.”

“No, don’t. He’s not worth it.” She whispers.

“Blue, he just threatened your job!, You’re the best damn music reporter in the business. He can’t do that. Not because he’s a dick and you stood up for yourself!” I’m shaking with my rage.

“Yes he can. It’s his daddy’s magazine and he’s next in line. He can do whatever he wants.” She grimaces. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter, Jessie. I was thinking of leaving anyway.”

“What? Why? Why would you do that? Were you really engaged to that dude, Blue?” I ask, exasperated.

“Because he’s just like his father and his father is a dick. There are other jobs.” She shakes her head and smiles at me. “Are we going eat? I’m hungry.”

Is she faking? She can’t be ok? And that guy thought she was a fish in bed?! Ha! She’s the best sex I’ve ever had, so what the fuck is he smoking?!

I said I was taking her out and I want to take her out. “Yeah, let’s go eat. Where do you want to go?” I put my arm around her and pull her close as she grabs her purse and shuts the door.

We end up at a tiny little café. They seem to know Blue here. She orders a turkey club with bacon, avocado, and bean sprouts on rye and I get a cheese steak sandwich. She also gets an extra-large coffee. I stick with water. I look at her with my chin on my palm as we wait for our food. She’s so striking. She’s wearing almost no makeup and looks gorgeous. She’s not what I’m used to. I’m out of my element and I have no idea what the next step is.

“Why are you looking at me like that, Jessie?” She asks as she picks up her coffee.

“You’re gorgeous.” I wink. She rolls her eyes.

“Why are you being all sweet?” She’s running her finger around the lip of the cup. Her nails are a deep jade green today. I imagine what they would look like on my cock. Wait… she asked me something…

I clear my throat and try to get the image of her hand on my junk out of my head. “I can be sweet. But you are gorgeous and you surprise me. This is so not what I’m used to. I don’t have lunch with women after I screw them, Blue.”

“I’m aware.” She smirks. “So, why are you having lunch with me? And why did you follow me to L.A.?”

How do I answer this? What do I say here? “You seem to be pretty aware of me altogether.”

She rolls her eyes. “And there he is…”

“I’m teasing, Blue.” I reach for her hand and she freezes as I cover it with mine. “You left. I was a dick, so you had every right to, but you left. It bothered me.” She raises her eyes from our hands and looks at me. She swallows. I push forward. “I don’t
care
. I mean I haven’t cared, before now. But, you… leaving… I thought… I mean, I didn’t like it.”

“You
were
a dick. But I ran. I couldn’t face you. Or the guys. Or Lexi and Bradi.” She swallows and moves her hand under mine, as if to pull it away. I pull it back and flip it over, before meshing our fingers. Her eyes go huge in her face. “I’m not a whore, Jessie. I don’t
do that
. You haven’t cared, ‘before now’? What does that mean?”

We’re staring into each other’s eyes, I see our food coming over, and then I see a camera bulb go off. And then a few more. “Shit!”

She sees them too and pulls her hand away. “I’m sorry. Those are paparazzi. They must have recognized you. They’ll be everywhere by tomorrow.”

Stopping her retreat, I pull her hand back and say, “Well since we’re news anyway, screw it, let’s give them something good.” Then I lean over the table and kiss her. She gasps and I use the moment to slide my tongue into her mouth. Moaning, she reaches up and leans into me, running her fingers into my hair and holding my head steady. We forget the cameras. We forget everything… until an embarrassed laugh breaks through the haze and we break apart to see a young, red faced waiter there with our food.

Blue’s eyes are wide and her cheeks are flushed. We’re both breathing hard. I smile at her and wink at the waiter, slipping a twenty into his hand. “Thank you.”

She smiles back and looks over her shoulder, where a lot of paparazzi are snapping away. I shrug and say, “Let’s eat.”

Blue

Oh my God! My face is going to be splashed everywhere by tonight. Kissing Jessie. Why was he ok with that? He’s never photographed with women. It would ruin his playboy image, so what the hell was that? And he said my leaving bothered him. Why did that bother him? What does he want from this?

He said ‘Let’s eat.’ and I’m starving, so I eat. We talk about nothing and everything. The band, the break, the holidays, and Jude and Lexi’s wedding. We laugh more and he keeps touching me. After a couple of hours, he asks me if I’m ready to go.

“Sure. What are your plans?” I ask casually.

He smirks. “I don’t really have any. I’m kind of winging it.” He shrugs and takes my hand. I let him. “I didn’t know what my reception would be, so I didn’t know what I would do. What do you want to do? Dinner? Movie? Museum? Walk? Shop? Whatever you want to do, the day is yours.”