“They shut me down like Iwas a god damn child! All of them! My siblings … they say you’re going to give me a STD and that dating me would ruin your relationship with dad. That you can't keep it in your pants, especially not on tour. Imean, my whole family thinks that. Literally, Ijust mention casually dating you and suddenly we’re already exclusive and you’re cheating on me in a tour bus and surprising me with a gift of Chlamydia!”
“That’s cute you think there’d be anything casual about dating me, Mads, but their behaviour? Really not fucking cute! How dare they assume I’d fuck you over while they tell reporters how I’m family to them. Like how fucking dare they!”
How dare my body react like this to Jett being mad at my parents! Aflush spreads across my skin like wildfire. Wait, did he just say there’d be nothing casual about us dating and WTF does that mean?
Jett, still shirtless, pulls his leather jacket into the frame. “I should come over right now and tell them off!”
“Jett.” Iwipe at my eyes again. “I don’t think anyone in the household is changing their mind right now. Can you hold off for tonight? I’m so tired.”
He sets down his jacket, and his little pout makes my chest ache. “I really don’t get to take you out tomorrow?” Ishake my head no and blink the blur of tears out of my eyes to find a wide grin spreading across Jett’s face. “I can’t believe they really think they’re going to be able to stop me! They are so fucking wrong I’d laugh if you weren’t cryin’ like that. Might not be tomorrow or the next, but it will happen, and Iwill make up for every man that forgot to spoil you, Baby Morningstar.” His face softens. “Not being allowed to date me really makes you cry like that, Mads?”
“Apparently!” I blubber.
“I quite like that, it means you might really fancy me. All of a sudden. Fuckingfinally.” His phone shifts, and Iyell at him because Ican tell he’s taking a screenshot. “Sorry, Iwant a picture to remind me of exactly what I’m on a mission to fix, all right?”
I shake my head. “Goodnight, Jett!”
“Goodnight, Beautiful. Don’t worry, baby girl, Jett will handle it. I’ve got you.” He sticks out those big lips and sends me an air kiss that rattles me so far down to my core that Idrop my phone on my face. Thankfully right as the call ends.
“Fuck!” Igroan and squish my ruined face into the pillow because Idon’t even have the energy to grab a makeup wipe.Why am Icrying like I’m thirteen?The longer Ilie here and the wetter my pillowcase gets, the reason I’m being treated like a teenager and why I’m acting just like one becomes pretty clear. Ishould’ve seen Jett like this when wewereteenagers, and the amount of time I’ve wasted makes me sick. Makes me crazy like Ijust got a fresh wave of puberty hormones, and Ican’t be angry with anyone but myself.
Obviously, Icould drive to Jett’s place and go fuck him right now because I’mnota tween, so why don’t I? Would he even let me?They needto approve,Jett had said. Why? I’m a god damn adult that should have myownhouse to fuck a rockstar in! Iresolve to find a real estate agent tomorrow and let myself drift off to sleep.
My dreams are, unlike my current reality, heavenly, with sweeping, lush green hills of the United Kingdom as far as the eye can see. And there’s my rockstar, dressed like the highlander or something, riding this huge, white stallion across the expanse, just to find me. It’s as glorious as it is hot. Until Iam startled awake by a loud thud against my wall, the one Ishare with the front of the house, followed by a distinct, “Shit! Ow!”
Chapter 12
Jett
Okay, that really bruised my shin, fuck! “Princess Morningstar, let down your hair!” Icall, breathless and aching from climbing over the wrought iron gate, running through the bushes away from the cameras like a half drunk, stumbling ninja, and literally shimmying up a drain pipe up two floors.
I tap on the window and look in just in time to see her stumble, disoriented, from her bed. The tiny pink tank and shorts she wears are so obviously hiding nothing under them and Ijust want to suck those perfect tits into my mouth and rail her on that royal, pink monstrosity she sleeps on.Shut the fuck up, pervert brain, you’re doing a romantic gesture!
Her face looks positively panicked as she runs towards me with her hands waving and her sleepy voice barely croaking through the glass, “Stop! Jett, no!”
But Ican’t help it, she looks so fucking delicious with those bouncing breasts and cheeks with that streaked mascara, from crying over me, ME! Those are my streaks of victory after eight long years of pining, and Iam done waiting! Istick the wee pry bar Ihave tucked in my sleeve between the window and the sill and shove hard right before Baby reaches me.
Fuckin’ sirens blare! “Warning, intruder detected!” Comes an ear-piercing, disembodied voice. Jesus! Since when do a family of rock royalty go to bed and set the alarm before 2 a.m.?
“Oh my God, Jett, why did you-I was right here!” she yells over the alarm, covering only one ear with her hand because the other can’t help but reachout for me. Her fingers hook around the collar of my Zeppelin T-shirt and pull.
“I’m sorry, I-not being able to have you isn’t an option for me anymore, Mads! This,” Igesture to the general chaos around me, “was driving me mad! Ihad to come kiss you goodnight, at least.”
“Well, you did shimmy up a drainpipe for me, it’s the least Ican do.” She smirks, staring at my lips like they’re literal candy.
I lean halfway through the window, sliding my fingers through her hair up to the root, where Ipull her closer to me and tease my lips against hers, biting her lower lip before kissing them apart. Her lips are the ones that are syrupy sweet like candy, and the taste of her sends my thoughts racing. The fact that something is finally happening between us is mental; my brain can’t wrap around it. So Iwrap my tongue around hers instead, scratching her scalp and making her moan into my mouth. Not even the blaring alarm can distract me from how she tastes, how her little moan reverberates through my bones, mending every broken part of me.
“Warning! Intruder! The police have been called!” the security system threatens like a little bitch.
I place a few soft kisses on her lips before pulling away from her, which makes me wanna fling myself off a roof, so Ido. Ijump down to the first-floor ridge and blow her a kiss. She shakes her head at me like I’m deranged, which Iam, and Ishimmy down the drainpipe right as the alarm stops. Lola runs out of the house with a bloodytaser.
“Jett! Why the fuck did you do that?!” Lo shouts, only half-heartedly pointing the contraption at me.
“Your fault, actually! See you tomorrow,sister dearest.”
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Today is the first official phase one of getting the Morningstars to approve of Mads and Ibeing together. Isay that and not date, go out, whatever,because now I’ve had a taste of her and it isn’t even close to enough. After so long, Idon’t know if any amount of time with her, a night, aweek, a month, ten dates, twenty, a year or a decade, wouldeverbe enough. Usually, I’m bored with someone after a few hours, and yeah, that makes me a dick, but they … they’re nother.Max and Jewels, Lola and Jude, they’ve had no idea that I’ve even wanted Baby, let alone know how long I’ve wanted herfor.
