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Brock and Rory are only a few steps away. “Rory,” I say, “you were the best I’ve ever heard you. You and Jesse both.”
She grabs me and hugs me. “Thanks so much, Brianna. We really were rocking tonight. I’m not exactly sure why.”
“Maybe the talk we had before the concert,” Jesse says.
“Yeah, maybe.”
“Talk about what?” I can’t help asking.
“Music, mostly,” Jesse says.
I have an inkling he’s not telling me the whole truth, but I’m not going to push it because I have everything I want. Jesse rocked it tonight. He’s amazing, and he loves me.
A few more groupies come up to Jesse, but he holds tight to my hand, making it clear that we’re together.
It warms me inside, keeps a smile on my face. I’m sure I look like an idiot, but I don’t care.
When the crowd finally dies down, Jesse and I head for the limo alone.
When we get back to the hotel, Jesse walks me not to his door but to mine.
“You don’t want to…”
“Oh, hell yes, I do.” He grabs my hand and leads it to the bulge in his crotch. “I want you so much. My adrenaline is still flowing, and I need you.”
“Let’s go to your room.”
“I was just thinking that if you’re in your room, Maddie will have more of a desire to stay there.”
“Look, whatever this is between Maddie and Dave, it just started. He’s not going to take her to bed the first night.”
Jesse stares at me, glaring. And I know exactly what he’s thinking.
“Jesse… It’s different.”
“Just how is it different? First of all, this is the second night Dave’s been here, and you and I ended up going to bed together the first night we were in London. The first night, Bree.”
“You know what?” I huff. “So what if it does happen? She’s a grown woman, Jesse. She’s my age. My fucking age. And Dave is a good guy.”
Jesse breathes in, lets it out slowly. “Do you have any idea how much I want you right now?”
“Since my hand is still on your dick, yeah, I have a pretty good idea.”
“Just when I think I’m getting over everything. Oh, what the fuck?”
Then he leads me toward his room, opens the door, and we walk inside.
I expect him to grab me and kiss me hard. It’s what usually happens as soon as we get into his room, but this time he doesn’t.
“You okay?” I ask.
He closes his eyes. “Yeah.”
“Oh my God, stop picturing it.”
He snaps his eyes back open. “I’m not picturing it. Not the act itself, anyway. If I do that, I’ll wait outside your cousin’s room and punch him into next week.”
“Then stop thinking about it. Stop letting it drive you crazy. You think Donny liked it any better when you took me to bed?”
