“Holy fuck, Jake. Oh my God,” I pant as my pussy clenches around his cock, squeezing it tighter every second. My breathing becomes erratic as I push against him to ride out my orgasm, desperate to milk every ounce of pleasure from both of us.
“Fuck. That was incredible. We need to start every morning on tour that way,” Jake says as he helps me stand. “Minus the intrusion from Max. I’ll make sure that never happens again.” He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into him until our bare chests are pressed against each other. “You make me so fucking happy, Kate. I love you.”
“I love you, Jake,” I reply, gazing into his eyes with an overwhelming sense of rightness I’m hoping stays for the foreseeable future.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I let my body relax into him, choosing to ignore the reality that we are days away from life becoming more chaotic once his fans realize we’re together. It’s a miracle we’ve been able to fly under the radar for the past three months. His publicist, Anna, has attempted to prepare me and warned it will ultimately be a baptism-by-fire experience. One I’m internally dreading and externally pretending will be fine.
Although going public with our relationship is what needs to happen, I don’t love the idea of my private life becoming internet fodder. I guess this is what happens when you fall in love with your childhood best friend, who happens to be a country music superstar. If only he weren’t previously seen as the Leo DiCaprio of country music, we might be able to escape the onslaught I fear is about to happen.
CHAPTER TWO
kate
“Is this everyone,or are we still waiting on more people?” Jake’s tour manager, Alex, asks as he looks across the room.
This might be my first weekend on a tour bus, but I’m pretty sure this space wasn’t designed to have ten adults crammed in it like we’re doing now.
“This should be everyone,” Jason replies, not looking up from his phone.
Although I’ve only met Jake’s manager a few times, he’salwayson his phone, making me wonder if it might be surgically attached to his hand. His face also seems to be stuck in a permanent scowl, no matter the situation. He gives resting bitch face a run for its money.
“All right. Let’s run through the schedule for the remainder of the day. Perhaps we canattemptto be on time for some of these activities, unlike last night when Chase took the stage thirty minutes later than scheduled. Or today, when he showed up forty-five minutes late to soundcheck.” Alex aims a slightly disapproving look our way, reddening my face immediately. “Anyone care to elaborate on what caused the delays?”
Jake smirks, wrapping his arm around my waist tighter as I sit on his lap.
I drop my gaze to the floor, not wanting anyone to see my embarrassment. What does Alex want us to say? Sorry, we fuck like bunnies and can’t stop. It’s not like I didn’t try to get Jake to be on time. I’m all for adhering to a schedule, but it’s hard to think clearly when his mouth is between my thighs. What’s a girl supposed to do? Tell him to stop?
“Highly recommend we forget about Chase’s tardiness and move on. He’ll do better tonight,” Max claims, refusing to look at us.
Not sure who is more embarrassed about this morning, Max or me. DefinitelynotJake.
“Moving on. Radio interviews start at 6 p.m. and should last no more than thirty minutes. Anything you want to add, Anna?” Alex glances up from his clipboard and stares directly at the feisty, blonde Southern belle PR director.
If Jason has resting asshole face, Anna has resting princess face. She’s normally the epitome of professionalism and manners. Unless someone is causing problems, then all bets are off, and she unleashes her inner beast. Jake swears she can make the most ferocious man cry within seconds if she’s pissed, except Jason. Anna tends to anger him more than anything else. They both weirdly seem to enjoy riling each other up. No one seems to pay their spats any attention—almost like they’re used to the two of them going at it. It’s the opposite of what I would expect in a work setting, but I’m starting to realize nothing about this industry conforms to any business norms.
“Tonight’s interviews are pretty standard. They’ll be live on the radio for people to listen to as they drive to the concert or tailgate in the parking lot. Every station is planning to film and use the clips on social media. I anticipate those will start popping up shortly after the interviews are done. I don’t expectany unusual questions, since no one noticed Kate at the concert last night. It’s a different ballgame once the news gets out,” Anna says, making eye contact and smiling at everyone until she gets to Jason, and her grin morphs into a frown.
“You’ll have ten minutes to change in the green room before we need you to meet with a few VIPs who Jason’s managing,” Alex adds, checking another item off his list. “Fifteen minutes to chat and take photos with them until we need you in the van to head to the private acoustic session.”
“Fifteen minutes doesn’t work,” Jason replies without bothering to look up from his phone. “I need at least twenty with this group. Can’t we shorten the interviews?”
“Absolutely not,” Anna snaps, quickly turning her head in Jason’s direction.
Jason rolls his eyes. “Shocker. You aren’t willing to compromise.”
“You demanding to reduce interview time to allot more for your precious VIPs doesn’t sound like a compromise.” Anna scowls at Jason. If looks could kill, he’d be dead.
Alex lets out a long-suffering sigh and shakes his head. “Not happening. Anna gets her time. You get fifteen minutes, Jason. Moving on—acoustic session is only two songs, Chase. Don’t play more because you feel like it. Next, you’ll head to meet-and-greets with seventy-five people. It’s a big group, so we need to move through them quickly. No extended chats. Greet, smile, take a photo, and let them leave.”
“I know how to do a meet-and-greet, Alex. It’s not my first rodeo.” Jake smiles as his fingertips slip underneath my shirt and lightly caress the side of my stomach.
“Uh-huh. Is Kate coming with you to the acoustic session or any of the meet-and-greets?” Alex’s eyes move from looking at his clipboard to glancing across the room at us.
“Yes,” Jake replies, just as I say, “No.”
Alex purses his lips and scrunches his forehead. “Which one is it?”
Jake pulls his head back slightly to look into my eyes like he’s trying to ascertain my comfort level about this scenario. I barely shake my head, hoping no one else notices.
