The Loneliest Tour (16 page)

Masie had completely lost herself
in the moment. There was a sense of naughtiness being out in the open. Yeah,
they were at the end of the pier, but still, it was in public. The
swoosh
of the ocean and the waves smacking the legs of the pier made the night all the
more sexier, not to mention the rockstar
’
s
hand down her panties, touching her.

Even the way Jett did it was bad
ass and perfect at the same time. He went straight into her, touching her, then
sliding up and teasing her clit. Now his entire hand cupped her, as though he was
staking his claim. There was no claim to stake though. Jett was the first man
in a long time -
a long damn time
- to touch Masie.

When he started to move again, two
fingers pressing against her body, Masie lifted up on her toes and gripped the
railing of the pier tighter. She felt a burning warmth deep within her body,
like she was all ready to let go. She forced herself to let go of the railing
with one hand and reach up and touch Jett
’
s
face. Her fingers slipped into his hair just as his fingers slipped back inside
her. He thrust with a sensual force, digging, twisting, sending waves of
trembling pleasure throughout her body. After only a few seconds of the
movement, Masie caught herself rocking her hips again. She worked with Jett
’
s perfect touch, but she also
wanted to feel Jett. The thickness of his growing erection pressing against her
made her groan louder.

“
Yes,
”
Jett whispered. His lips
flirted with her neck.
“
Yes,
sweetheart, be loud. Let everyone hear you.
”

She felt Jett
’
s thumb come down from her warm
skin to her wetness. He made small circles against her clit as his fingers kept
moving. The remaining two fingers that were not touching her pussy were against
her inner thigh. He was in complete control right now.

Jett kept going, knowing just when
to add more pressure to her clit and when to move faster with his other fingers.
She felt all of him, her mind and heart wanting it to be more.

She wanted Jett
’
s cock inside her.

She wanted to feel everything the
rockstar had to offer, even if it meant crossing a very dangerous line. A line
that Masie had crossed once before. A line that would ultimately hurt her more
than him. While Jett had more to lose, Jett also had much more power.

And right now, that power was
working her sex to the point of climax.

Jett
’
s
other hand was gripped tight to Masie
’
s
waist. He pressed himself hard to her body as his hand kept her body tight back
to his. His fingers kept moving, bringing her to the crest of ultimate
pleasure. And just like the waves of the water right below them, it crashed.

And it crashed so hard
…
and so fucking good
…

Masie felt her knees bend. Jett
’
s hand slid from her hip to her
belly and held her steady. His fingers between her legs were still moving
beautifully, thrusting against her throbbing sex as she came. Masie had both
hands back at the railing, bracing herself. She stared out to the night and
felt the pleasure everywhere, from the depths of her inner body, down to her
toes, up to her hair as it blew in her face. And even in the most basic and
wild way
…
she felt it
right between her legs, her pussy feeling so good.

Because of what Jett had done and was
still doing.

Slowly, he calmed his touch and
took his hands away from her sex. They returned to her waist and held there.

And Masie just stood there, letting
the feeling rush all around. It was a crazy feeling. Almost like a drug.

A drug.

That
’
s
what Jett had become now. Her personal drug.

She turned her head and looked up
at him.

A drug
…
and I
’
m quickly getting
addicted.

(11)

Jett didn
’
t believe in awkwardness. There was nothing
shameful about what he and Masie had done on the pier. There was no shame in
watching her fix her jeans. And there was definitely no shame in walking the
pier with a hard on that pressed against his jeans and made him uncomfortable.

At the beginning of the pier, Masie
looked at him and finally spoke.
“
So
that
’
s why you wanted to
finish the date?
”

Her cheeks were still flushed.

Jett grinned.
“
No, sweetheart. That wasn
’
t what I completely had in mind.
But when the moment strikes.
”

“
When
we get into the car, if you want
…”

Jett laughed.
“
It doesn
’
t have to work that way. Not a
scratch your back
if you scratch mine
thing, right?
”

Masie bit her lip again.

Jett knew he had her. And he wasn
’
t messing around. Hell, if he
wanted some fling or someone to touch between his legs, he could do that with
much less work and care. What he wanted with Masie was far different.

They got into the car and drove
away.

At Masie
’
s apartment, the car stopped and Jett leaned over
her and opened the door.

Masie snuck a kiss on the cheek.

Jett leaned back and put a hand to
Masie
’
s leg.
“
I better walk you to your door.
”

“
You
think this is a bad neighborhood?
”

“
You
never know.
”

They got out of the car and went to
the apartment. It was an older building, lots of bricks, in need of lots of
love and care. But Jett wasn
’
t
here to judge anyone on how they lived. Hell, Willow Son lived in a garage of a
friend for a while when they were up and coming. They each had a mattress and
the rest of the garage was filled with musical equipment. That
’
s just how you did it to survive
trying to become famous.

At the door, Masie slipped the key
into the lock and turned.
“
This
isn
’
t my dream place,
either. I grabbed it on a whim. It
’
s
a month to month. I had a nicer apartment in my old town.
”

“
Where
you taught dance to kids,
”
Jett said.

“
Yeah,
you remembered.
”

Jett winked.
“
I don
’
t care where you live. As long as you
’
re safe here.
”

“
Thanks.
I
’
m fine.
”

Masie opened the door.

Jett knew the routine and actually
enjoyed it right now.
“
You
know, I could check for monsters under your bed. Monsters hate me.
”

“
I
think I
’
m monster free,
”
Masie said with a sly smile.

“
Of
course you are. Too beautiful to have any monsters lingering around, huh?
”

“
You
’
re pretty smooth, Jett. I
’
ll give you that.
”

“
So
what
’
s on tap for tomorrow?
Dancing against Colin and hanging with Crutch Fail?
”

“
No.
I actually have a day off. Then we start to travel. Have to pack up and hit the
road. I
’
m
…
I
’
m
terrified of that, Jett.
”

“
Of
what? The tour? Don
’
t be.
”
Jett let his fingers graze
along Masie
’
s wrist.
“
It
’
s
nothing. You just have to take it one show at a time. And remember
…”

“
What?
”

“
Ah,
nothing.
”

“
Try
me.
”

“
Well,
I was going to say to remember that the people aren
’
t there to see you.
”

“
Oh.
”
Masie hung her head with a
sigh.

“
Hey,
”
Jett said.
“
I didn
’
t mean it as a shot to you.
”
Jett touched her chin and lifted her head.
“
It
’
s
hard as the opening band. And it
’
s
not going to reflect on you at all. I can
’
t
believe the band got Portis to finance dancers.
”

“
It
’
s all about the image,
”
Masie said.

“
You
don
’
t like that, do you?
”

“
Oh,
no, I just love it, Jett. Standing on stage and wearing clothes that are too
revealing. Doing dance moves that don
’
t
require any kind of experience and skill. Yeah, that
’
s why I took dance lessons my entire life.
”

Masie stepped into her apartment.
Jet didn
’
t cross the
threshold. He stood in the doorway though, making it so she couldn
’
t close the door.

“
Masie,
I wish you could see how amazing you are. I know those aren
’
t your dream moves and not the
dream gig, but people will take notice. I promise you, I can talk to Portis
…”

“
That
’
s the thing,
”
Masie said.
“
I don
’
t want someone to talk as a friend of a friend kind
of thing. Part of me thinks about it, but part of me wants it to happen the
right way.
”

“
So
then let it happen,
”
Jett
said.
“
Get on that stage
every night and kick some ass. Steal the show from Crutch Fail. I know I
’
ll be watching you and not the
band.
”

Masie looked back and her eyes were
glossy.
“
Shut up. You just
want to picture me naked.
”

“
Yeah.
You say that like it
’
s
wrong.
”

Jett stepped forward into the
apartment and reached for Masie. His thumb gently stroked her cheek, wiping
away a stray tear.

“
Hey,
I can
’
t leave when you
’
re like this. It would be bad on
me. So don
’
t cry. Then I
can leave.
”

“
Do
you want to leave?
”

“
Are
you kidding me?
”
Jett asked.
“
I feel like punching a
wall at the thought of leaving you tonight.
”

“
Then
shut the door and do something about it.
”

Jett knew the risk and perils of
letting emotions get the best of a situation. Hell, his world was lived in an
excess of emotions. Rockstars who thought they owned the world and were too big
to get hurt and die. And he could easily read Masie
’
s face. She didn't want to be alone and cry. She
didn
’
t want to feel
hopeless and helpless. She wanted the attention to her tears, but she wanted the
attention to her body. That sensual feeling of being alive through sex.

There wasn't a damn thing wrong
with that either. It was human need. It was human want. But it sometimes came
with a big price tag.

Good thing I
’
m rich,
Jett thought
as he shut the door.

Masie was right there, right on
him. Pressing against him, her hands quickly moved under his shirt. Her nails
dug at his stomach and then chest.

“
Damn,
”
Jett said.

“
You
know exactly what I want you to do.
”

“
I
think I have an idea,
”
Jett
said.

“
Then
get to work. I have to go on tour soon.
”

Jett grinned.

Masie
’
s
cheeks were flushed. She was really pretty though. Everything about her, inside
and out, was just so different. She was completely honest with herself and her
life, even if she didn
’
t
like it. Beyond being attractive, she was interesting. She won Jett
’
s attention the first second he
saw her and she still had it.

As Jett pressed forward to Masie,
he went for her neck. The sweet smell of her skin was only surpassed by the
taste of it. Each time his lips closed and pulled back, Masie let out a soft
groan. His hands were at her waist and he pushed, walking her backwards.

Masie finally turned and grabbed
Jett
’
s hand, leading the
way through the apartment.

Keeping his distance as far back as
would allow, Jett looked up and down Masie
’
s
backside. Her perfect round ass. The curves of her hips. It made Jett
’
s blood run wildly hot.

At the bedroom, Jett pulled Masie,
keeping her from entering it.