Interlude (Rockstar #4) (9 page)

"There they are,"
I announce from our private booth in the corner.

Xan and the guys watch as Lucy and Sera make their way through the club.

Lucy gets stopped by a few people and signs their shit and takes pictures with them. I watch with pride as she chats with them like they're long-lost friends. She's got a way about her, my Lucy.

Before long, a big guy steps up next to her and the autograph session is over. Lucy smiles and heads toward the bar, the big guy following behind her. She orders a drink under the attention of a whole lot of people. Either she doesn't notice or she ignores them, either way she looks amazing. A strappy top and skirt. Damn. High heeled schoolgirl shoes. Fuck me. She needs to wear those with a naughty schoolgirl outfit—no bra, no panties so I can fuck her any way I want. Fucking hell. I'm hard
again
.

Sera and Lucy start dancing to some sexy as hell song. Lucy swivels her hips and rolls her body with a laugh.

"Fuck," I mutter and Kennedy chuckles. "It's time to get up close and personal with my Cupcake," I announce, making my way to the dance floor.

The music switches to
Push It
and, oh hell yeah, I'm gonna push it all right.

She sets her glass down on a table and barely starts dancing again when I wrap my hands around her waist. Sera lets out a laugh when she notices us and Lucy leans back into me.

Security's doing their job here, letting us do our own thing without being harassed. I press myself even closer, wrapping my arms around her, my hands resting on her lower abdomen, my fingertips running along the waistband of her skirt.

I lean in, my lips touching her ear as I whisper, "You look fucking hot, Lucy."

She grins and wiggles her hips and slides down my body to a crouch, then—fuck me—she touches her toes, straightening her legs and lifting her ass up against my hardening cock before her hands slide over that magnificent body, pausing at her breasts as she stands up fully. She did that same damn move earlier today at the shoot and it had me hard then too. This woman is something else.

She turns her head and I don't grin. I just let the lust in my eyes do the talking. Truth is, I see the same want and need reflected in hers.

A JT song comes on and the beat pulses through me. I want her closer.

I turn her around, lifting one of her legs up around my hip, grinding my cock against her belly. Fuck she's so soft. I slide one of my legs between hers, pulling her up tight against me, resting my hands on those curvy hips, guiding her to circle her body with mine.

She slides her hands up my chest—those tiny feminine hands are going to be my undoing. I've never been more sure of that than when her fingertips rub over my nipple rings and her gaze meets mine. She licks her lips then she gently tugs on my nipple rings with her fingertips. I don't bother hiding the groan, staring into her eyes as I lose myself to her touch.

Her hands continue working their way up to rest on my chest. She's such a tiny little thing, her head barely reaching me mid-chest. I rub my thigh between her legs a little more with every swivel of her hips and soon I feel the heat of her pussy through my jeans. Then she raises her arms, arching her back, her tits pressing against me as she lifts her silky hair up off the back of her neck. Christ she's sexy. I'd love to lean in and suck on the back of her neck, so slender. Son of a bitch, she slowly lets her hair fall down her back and starts riding my thigh like she would my hard-as-nails cock. She's so fucking hot I'll be surprised if I make it out of here without coming in my pants.

Watching her rubbing herself on me, letting me see the desire flowing through her, I've never wanted anything more than I want her right now.

She steps closer, standing on her tiptoes, reaching for me. I bend forward and she starts to trace her index finger over my lips then my lip ring, her own lips parting as she does.

I open my mouth and she slides her finger inside. Fucking incredible. I lick then suck it gently into my mouth. When she pulls it out, I want her to put it back in—I want to be inside her, fucking her, hearing her moans and cries of pleasure. I feel her wetness seeping into my jeans and I know she's on the same page. She wants me as much as I want her.

I tuck her in close, needing her closer. My hand rests on the back of her neck, pulling her head to my chest as the music slows down. My heart is beating so fast, so damn fast, and I can feel that beat pulsing in my cock.

I pull back, looking at the beauty that is Lucy, then dip down to press a kiss to her forehead. Her eyes close and I press light kisses to each eyelid, then to the tip of her nose. Next, one kiss to each cheek, her jawline, her chin, until finally I slowly and softly press my lips against hers.

She is heaven. I knew she would be.

The kiss is no more than a flutter of lips at first. Then I take her bottom lip between both of mine and suck gently, both of us letting out a moan. I lift my hands to cup her beautiful face.

I tilt my head slightly and finally—finally—I kiss her the way I want to. I slide my tongue along the seam of her lips, demanding her to open for me. She submits to my demand, opening, and I touch my tongue to hers. God damn. The feel of her against me, kissing her, it's almost overwhelming. I need more, Lucy must too because she pushes closer to me, wrapping her arms around my waist, pulling me closer as I take her mouth the way I want to take her pussy—thoroughly and breathtakingly.

I can't get enough of her.

"You're so damn incredible," I whisper against her lips.

With my hands still cupping her cheeks, I look directly into her eyes, hoping to see that she's feeling everything I'm feeling. I don't have to look long and I see it. Want, need, desire, and that something more that has us both speechless.

I need to taste her again. I have to. My lips go down hard on hers, our tongues touching and retreating as we sway slowly to the music. I'm so gone over this woman… so completely gone. I want her so damn bad it's all I can do to not drag her off into a dark corner and fuck her hard, and when she tells me she wants the same, my restraint begins to waver.

I kiss along her jawline to her neck then up to her ear. When I hit a spot behind her ear, she shivers and I grin. I found one of my Lucy's sweet spots. I gently suck on her skin and kiss my way back to her mouth once again.

She drags her nails down my back and I groan long and loud into her mouth. Fuck yeah. What I'd give to feel those nails tearing up my bare skin as I fuck her pussy to the point she's begging me to let her come. It's going to happen. I'm going to make sure of it.

A flash blinds me as I go to look down at Lucy. Then another and another and another.

"Shit," she whispers against my lips.

I run a hand through my hair in frustration. "God damn it."

Lucy's big man comes walking up, as does security, telling the patrons to put their cameras away, but the damage is already done. They already got the photos and I really don't want to drag Lucy's name down to my level. She's a good girl and they're going to make her out to be a whore—because of me—and that…
that
pisses me off more than anything.

"I have to go, Jesse."

"I know. Hand me your phone, Luce." My fingers race over the screen then I hand it back to her and dig my own out of my pocket.

"You've got my number and I've got yours. Use it," I tell her.

She tilts her head, unsure, then steps up on her tiptoes and I meet her halfway for a quick, soft kiss.

"I'm sorry," she whispers.

Hell no. This isn't over. Before she can pull away, I lean in and whisper, "Next time we're doing this in private where no one can interrupt us and I can get you naked."

She shudders and I give her a wink and a grin when she pulls back. The big man leads her and Sera out of the rowdy crowd and I look to Ben, who motions me over to follow him and the guys out of the club.

We get in the SUV and I lean my head back, closing my eyes, a grin on my lips as I think about what just happened.

"Christ, just look at him," Xander says in mock disgust. "Grinning like a lovesick puppy."

I grin even more, eyes still closed.

"He's so gone," Ben says with a chuckle.

"Then what was with the chick today?" Ethan asks. "You know Lucy's not the kind of girl who's going to think that shit's okay. She's one of those happily-ever-after women."

I look at him and nod. "I know it. I tried with that chick. Couldn't do it. Lucy's it for me. I haven't even had her yet and I'm already ruined," I say with a laugh.

Kennedy gives me a look. "You say that like it's a good thing."

"Fuck yeah."

"You're
happy
you're hooked on one chick and can't fuck anyone else, not knowing for sure if you're even going to be together?" Kennedy asks.

I nod. "Hell yeah. She's fucking amazing."

"Whoa," Xander says with a chuckle.

"My big brother is losing his shit over a woman. I never thought I'd see the day," Ben announces.

"Neither did I, little brother, but with Lucy it doesn't feel like I'm 'losing' anything. I'm sure as hell gaining something fantastic," I tell them.

Ethan groans. "He's going to start writing love songs again. Remember how he was after he met her the first time?"

"It was our best selling album," Kennedy reminds him.

Ethan sits up straighter. "That's true. Dude, Jesse, feel the love, write about the love, sing about the love. Let's kick ass with the love."

I chuckle. "Already writing songs in my head, man. Already kicking ass."

I stand in the room
across the hall waiting for them to arrive. When they do, Spenser beats me to her, so I just listen.

"What's up, Spense?" Lucy asks.

"What's up?" he asks incredulously. "Are you fucking with me right now, Luciana Russo?"

She just stares at him.

"You haven't seen the Internet or turned on a television, have you?" he asks.

"Oh shit," Sera says.

"Uh, no." I can all but see the light bulb go on over her head.

"Come with me." He pulls Lucy along with him, Sera following on their heels. I lag behind, following and waiting.

Spenser heads to an office and turns on the television. It's seven thirty and all the morning news and talk shows are just getting started, and there we are. Me and Lucy pressed as tightly together as we can be, her wrapped around me, my hands cupping her face, my thigh between her legs. Damn, that's hot.

"They're speculating. No one has any idea what's going on between you two or how you connected," Spenser says.

"After all that last night, we went home and grabbed our stuff and we stayed at a hotel. We didn't have to deal with the paps but you can bet your ass they're camped out at our front gate," Sera says with an arch of her brow.

"Well, hell. We need to change it up for Jace. He can't go to the house. I won't subject him to that," Lucy mutters. Who the fuck is Jace?

"He can stay at the hotel with us. We booked the entire floor," Sera tells her. Hotel? Seriously? I cross my arms over my chest and feet at my ankles, settling in until I'm noticed.

Lucy nods at Sera and calls what sounds like her security detail.

I see Spenser pull up the video of us last night and I know the exact minute she sees it. She makes a strangled noise in the back of her throat. Sera tells Spenser to play it and he restarts it from the beginning—the beginning of our dance. The
entire
dance. It's so fucking hot, just watching it has me hard again.

"Oh my God," Lucy breathes out.

"It's sexy as hell," Spenser exclaims.

"Hell yeah it is," I say from where I'm standing behind them. She needs to know she's not alone.

Lucy huffs. "Honestly Jesse."

I can't hold back the smirk, I don't want to.

"Don't you smirk at me."

Again with the challenges. She's going to figure out that challenging me makes me only want to do it more.

"I can't help it. This is amusing. You're amusing."

"I'm amusing. Are you kidding me right now?"

"Lucy, you're taking this too seriously."

Her temper flares and her eyes narrow.

"Oh hell, Jesse. Now you did it," Sera says.

"What?" I ask with a shrug.

"Her eyes are narrowed, her nostrils are flaring, her lips are thinned out. She's pissed. She's going to blow any second."

"She can—" I begin with a grin.

"You better not go there right now, hot stuff," Sera tells me with a laugh.

I look at Lucy, who's turning red, and it's not from a blush, but anger. "You're probably right."

Lucy takes a deep, calming breath. "So you saw the video, then?"

I nod.

"You know what?"

I'm not sure if I should respond, so I don't.

"For as hot and wet as I was last night on the dance floor, we should have just fucked right there."

Sera laughs, Spenser coughs, and I get harder, my cock pressing against my zipper.

"Perhaps we should have," I agree.

She shrugs. "We may as well have. The only difference would be if we were naked, because we were all but fucking in that video."

I step forward, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Lucy, trust me. If we were fucking you'd know it. I'd be buried so deep inside of you, you wouldn't know where you ended and I began, and I can guarantee it wouldn't be over as quickly as that dance was."

She licks her lips and I can all but smell her arousal. My lips hover just over hers. I want to pull her to me and kiss her senseless, strip her clothes off and take her right here, right now. The look on her face tells me she's thinking the same thing.

I smirk and she lifts a brow. I wink at her, then lean in to press a soft kiss to her lips. "Soon."

"Not soon enough," Spenser says. "Jesus, you two. Even I need a cold shower after that."

"And Lucy's going to need some dry panties," Sera blurts out.

My smile stretches across my face.

"Do we need to do damage control?" I ask Lucy.

She shrugs. "Nope. I really don't care anymore. I just hate my personal life being scrutinized, speculated, and dissected."

I nod. "The life of a movie star."

"That's not—," Sera says with a smile until Lucy cuts her off, shaking her head. Sera pouts. "Awww, why not?"

I'm not sure what's going on, and I'm about to ask when Lucy changes directions.

"Later. We need to get ready or Cage is going to get cranky. You know very well that a cranky Cage is not a good thing."

"True enough," Sera responds.

"Jesse, can I talk to you later? Not about," she waves a hand at the television and computer, "that, but something else."

"Of course."

She nods, her gaze focused on my lips. Damn. "I've got to go," she tells me.

I nod. Lucy starts to stand up on tiptoe and I meet her halfway for a lingering touching of our lips. What is she doing to me?

I pull back and rest my forehead against hers.

"This is so going to complicate things," she whispers.

"I hope so," I tell her with a pat on her ass. "Now go get ready."

She squeals when I smack her ass and I laugh. She walks away with a bounce in her step and a grin on her face.

Shit. Lucy's going to change everything. No, if I'm being honest, she already has.

The day is long and tiring
. We get through a lot of filming and the girls look wiped.

"You said you wanted to talk about something?" I ask, remembering what she said earlier.

"Yeah. Actually," Lucy answers, looking round. "Cage? Guys? Can Sera and I talk to you all in say, twenty minutes? I'd like to wash the mask off my face and get out of this ridiculous leather dress."

"It's fucking hot," Kennedy says. It's the first time he's ever directly spoken to Lucy and the shock on her face is adorable.

She laughs. "Thanks. It really is hot. It's making me sweat under my boobs and that's just gross."

Kennedy laughs. "Too much information, girlie."

She nods her agreement. "Twenty minutes?"

We all murmur our agreement.

Sera jumps up and down a bit as they walk back to the changing room.

"What's going on?" Xander asks after they walk away.

"I'm not sure."

"For fuck's sake," Ben chides. "Go after her already. You look like someone stole your candy."

"Not my candy. My Cupcake," I admit, then head toward the back changing room.

"Gross," Lucy mutters.

"What?" Sera asks.

"Boob sweat. I need a washcloth."

I can't stop the grin as I walk over to the sink and wet a washcloth, then head over to where Lucy's changing.

"Well go get one."

"I'm naked and I'm not putting that sweat trap back on."

Fuck. She's naked and right on the other side of this partition. The temptation to take a peek is overwhelming, but I don't. I'll wait to unwrap my Cupcake properly. I knock on the other side of the partition and Lucy gasps. I drape my hand over the partition, dangling the washcloth.

"Oh my God."

"Yeah, you'll be saying that to me a lot, Cupcake." I swear I hear her eyes roll.

"I can't reach, can you just drop it?"

"Sure."

I let go of the washcloth and she catches it. I hear leather rustling, then her breath of relief.

"This feels amazing. God, Jesse, you have no idea."

I chuckle, my grin wide. "You'll be saying that a lot too, but I'll have an idea because I'll be making it happen."

She snorts, then more rustling and I know she's getting dressed. I adjust my erection in my jeans.

"It's safe to come back here now."

I walk around the side and eye the leather dress on the ground. It's crumpled up.

"Did you trample it?" I ask with a raise of my brow.

"Yes," she snaps.

I smile. "Why?"

"It sucked all the fluids out of my body and pushed them on and around my boobs and any crevices it could find. It's made of evil."

Innuendos float through my brain about sucking fluids out of her body, but I hold back. Instead I grin and ask, "That bad?"

"And then some." She ties her shoe and sits up and looks at me. "Sure, sure, laugh it up at my expense. It's all fun and games until I'm dehydrated and pass out and need you to resuscitate me."

"Oh baby, I'll resuscitate you anytime you want."

"Pig."

"Oink."

She laughs. "See? This is why."

"Why what?"

"This," she says, waving a hand around, "is why I think you're cute."

"There's way more to it than that, Lucy. Stop lying to yourself. It'll make things easier in the end," I tell her straight faced as I take a step closer to her.

"What things?"

"You accepting that you're mine."

Her eyes widen. "Yours?" she squeaks out.

I nod, serious as a heart attack. She's mine and I'm hers. There's no way around it even if I wanted there to be.

"You don't seem too happy about it." She hops in the chair and Spenser helps her take off her makeup.

"I wasn't happy about it six years ago in Chicago and I'm not happy about it now."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

I grunt as she wipes the smears off her face.

"You do. You felt it just as I did in Chicago. I saw it," I tell her, leaning in close.

"That was a fangirl crush, Jesse."

"Nope. It was more and you can deny it all you want."

"I won't deny my attraction to you."

"That's a good thing. You're sexy as hell so we're on an even playing field."

"As far as that's concerned, yes."

"I figure we'll just fuck it out," I say and she laughs. Spenser snorts. Lucy laughs so hard she snorts.

"What's so funny?" Sera asks, walking over to us.

I shrug and Lucy points at me, tears running down her cheeks from laughing. I'm not amused.

"Fuck it out," she says and falls off the chair onto the floor laughing.

My eyes then slide down to the floor, my legs on either side of her hips. I grab her arms and pin them above her head.

She keeps giggling and it's pissing me off. This is a serious moment and she's laughing?

"I'm sorry, Jesse," she says breathlessly. "It’s just… the way you said it." She giggles… again.

That's it. I lower my face to within an inch of hers. "I guarantee you, Luce, you won't be laughing when you're naked beneath me—not unless I want you to. You'll be moaning and writhing and clawing up my back and shoulders. You'll be calling out my name as I make you come over and over again with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock."

She's not laughing now.

"Jesus," she whispers, her eyes heating up.

I nod. "You'll be calling for him too."

She's thinking, I can see it. I’m not going to let her think herself out of this. Hell no.

"Not so funny, now is it?"

She shakes her head, still thinking.