CHAPTER ONE
kate
A loud bangjolts me awake from a night of tossing and turning. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t sleep for more than thirty minutes before waking in a panic from the tour bus's sudden movement.
Meanwhile, Jake is passed out, oblivious to everything. This is all completely normal for him. Not so much for me. It’s my first weekend on the road for Jake’s summer tour, and opening night could’ve gone better.
Don’t get me wrong. Watching him perform was breathtaking, transforming into his stage persona, Chase Elliott, as soon as the intense lights hit his face. He becomes this high-octane performer who woos the crowd with his silky voice and dazzles them with unexpected dance moves. It’s impossible not to be transfixed by him.
And the moment he’s off stage, he’s back to beingmyJake.
My best friend.
Love of my life.
Everything about last night was perfect until I tried to fall asleep in his arms—while the tour bus hurled us down thehighway to our next destination. Forcing me to put all my trust in a driver I met earlier that day.
Not even the multiple earthshattering orgasms Jake gave me were enough to allow me to drift off. It’s a real problem when science stops working for you. I might still be new to this whole orgasms-make-you-sleep concept, but it usually works one hundred percent of the time for me…until last night.
Another loud bang startles me, causing me to sit up in bed with Jake’s arms still draped across my waist. This man could sleep through a tornado without batting an eye.
“Wake up, Jake. I think someone’s knocking on the door.” I shake him gently, getting no response. It was about an hour ago when the bus finally parked at what I can only assume is the next tour location. I mistakenly thought I had a chance to get some sleep once we stopped, but the incessant pounding has made that unlikely.
“Mm-hmm,” he mumbles, pulling me in closer.
His erection pokes against my thigh, eliciting heat to pool between my legs immediately. While I’d love nothing more than a round of morning sex to erase some of my tension, I don’t think we have the luxury of time.
“Jake, you need to get up. Someone clearly needs to talk to you.”
“They can wait. I’m in bed with my girl,” he murmurs, rolling on top of me in one quick movement that takes my breath away. His sleepy eyes open with a hunger I’ve seen many times before. I know exactly where it leads—his head between my legs. “No one interrupts me when I’m in bed with you.”
“But the banging?—”
He presses his lips against mine, effectively cutting off my ability to think. “It’s my assistant, Max. This is how he normally wakes me up on tour, because I refuse to sleep with my phone in the bedroom. He pounds on the door for fifteen minutes andthen leaves.” He slides his rough hands, calloused from years of playing the guitar, under the T-shirt I’m wearing. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t do this tomorrow.”
“Okay,” I whisper, unable to concentrate on anything but his hands on my skin. Although the noise hasn’t stopped, it’s muffled by the sensations tingling throughout my body. “Should we tell him you’re up?”
He shakes his head and lightly drags the tip of his tongue up my neck. “I’m not getting out of this bed until I’ve properly welcomed you to whatever town we’re in this morning.” A wicked gleam flashes across his face as he palms my breasts. “I promised you a good time on the tour, and I plan to deliver. Every. Single. Fucking. Day.”
I inhale sharply. This man is insatiable. Who am I kidding? So am I. It doesn’t matter how many times we have sex; I always want more. Craving more of his touch. More of his lips on my skin. More of the incredible intimacy I’ve only ever felt with him.
And let’s not forget the orgasms this man easily coaxes out of my body. Like he was solely put on this earth to make me lose my mind.
I shudder as his fingers trace along my hipbone, internally pleading for him to touch me where I want him the most. But that’s not his style. He thrives on winding me up, teasing me for as long as possible until I literally beg him to send me over the edge.
There’s so much I didn’t understand until he came back into my life. What it feels like to be blissfully happy almost every day. What true love really means. He’s given me a sense of peace, calming my insecurities of abandonment and unworthiness that I’ve battled for years. Proven that anything is possible when you’re with the right person.
His fingers lightly stroke my inner thighs, dancing dangerously close to my pussy without touching it and drawingan uncontrollable whimper from my lips. “How should I take you? So many delectable options to choose from. So many places inside this bus we have yet to christen. Spread out on the table? Bent over the sofa? On your hands and knees in our bed? Facedown on the mattress? And there’s always the shower. I know how much you love to be fucked with hot water cascading on us.” He drags his teeth down the side of my neck and runs his fingers over my slick folds, causing my back to slightly arch off the bed. “Do you have a preference, Kate? It’s our first morning on tour. I want it to be memorable. Want you thinking about it when I’m on stage. Counting down the minutes until I’m buried inside you again. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
“I want…” I pant, unable to think clearly as he teases my pussy.
“Yes, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my neck, his breath hot on my skin. “What do you want?”
“I want all of it—with you.Everything.”
“Fuck. I love you, Kate. You’re my entire world.”
His mouth crashes against mine with a level of ferocity I haven’t felt from him before. Like he’s dying of thirst and I’m the first water he’s seen in months. The answer to his prayers. The missing puzzle piece. The match that ignites the inferno within him.
