“Thought so,” the producer chuckles, sounding miles away to me.
Jett is staring at me so intently, playing so effortlessly without checking frets or anything, there is no way he hasn’t been practicing this for a while. Ilock eyes with him and wonder if he’s really feeling what I’m feeling. No one has ever felt about me the way Ifeel about Jett in this moment.Have they?
I panic, realizing Ineed this on my phone for the rest of eternity, on my cloud, on a frickin fireproof, waterproof hard drive. Ifumble to open my camera but manage to get about a minute on video.
“What does she think, Bobby?” Jett slicks his hair back and out of his eyes, standing there with Dad’s precious draped over him, and Ithink, if the photo last night of Jett driving pissed off one ex and one dating app date, this photo I’m taking of him now could piss off every person Jett or Ihave ever even looked twice at and make them burst into flames.
“I think she’s catatonic, Jett.”
The band sees my face and laughs. Bobby presses the button when Ican finally say something, “Why would you need to ever play any other cover, ever again, baby?”
My boy grins at me cheekily, and the assistant brings the guitar over to me. Iclutch it like Gollum with that damn ring.
I hear the beautifully haunting, unmistakable opening to the songDriveby the Cars, and Imight just have to take back what Isaid a moment ago. Jett takes his raw, rock voice and smooths it out in a way Ididn’t think possible. Imelt so completely at his soft, questioning vocals that my eyes blur with tears, and Inearly drop Dad’s Strat. Imake Bobby hold it for me as Igrip the edge of the mixing station so Idon’t slide down to the floor, watching them so raptly that Iforget to make sure tears don’t get on the million-dollar equipment and pray Bobby doesn’t notice.
“Bobby?” Jett asks the second they finish.
“Maddy might need a minute.”
I blink away the tears, and the band looks at me with bated breath. Ihave him push the button. “Jett, if you pick both and don’t make me choose,I’llbuy the damn Spitfire!”
Jett shows his pretty teeth and tongue. “You gonna be the one to call the BBC producer and tell her to add another song?”
I flip my hair behind me and tap my phone. “Yeah, what’s her number?”
Chapter 25
Maddy
I am on a high after watching Jett record his new song,Bending Time,which makes me wish Icould do just that when Ilisten to it. We’re driving now but Ican’t stop thinking about our past. Wishing I’d seen Jett sooner, reallyseenhim, but Iremember Mum’s explanation, that we wouldn’t have been ready.
“Watching you cry when IsangDrive,Iswear that made eight years of pining completely worth it, Baby. Well, that and when you got on your knees and called mesirand let me fuck your throat until you swallowed my cum like it was liquid gold.”
My entire body pulses at the memory. Igive a cheeky smirk, “Well, itis.”
“At Nobu, you sounded like this was a bit of a foreign concept, so how did you know what to say, what todo,on the beach, Baby?”
“Mickie might be the one youreallywant to buy a sports car for,” Ilaugh while he tries to keep his eyes on the road, looking thoroughly confused. “She wrote a very spicy novella about a professor and hisgood girlstudent a few years ago, and all the details came flooding back.”
“Oh, bless you, Mick! Knew there was something naughty about her! What can Iget to thank her? I’m getting ideas already, actually. When you started being like, submissive, you were doing it for me, but … is it somethingyoureally like, Baby? Idon’t wanna force it on—”
He has both hands on the wheel, so Igrab one and slide it between my thighs. “What do you think? Am Ijust doing it to please you? Do Ilike it or maybe even love it?”
Jett groans as his fingers press against the desire that has managed to soak through cotton panties and the thick denim of my jeans. “You really love it? It’s not just for me, babygirl?”
I just moan and press his fingers harder against me. “Youfeelthe answer, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I’m just having a hard time believing it because—”
“It feels too good to be true?”
“Took the words out of my mouth, Baby.Fuck,all night I’m gonna be chatting up these wrinkly old men thinking about you, you know that? They’ll be telling some boring story, wondering why I’m smiling while I’m thinking about your pretty, bare little princess pussy and all the ways I’m going to destroy it later.”
I whine, nearly shoving his hand down my pants when we come to a stoplight, and people start staring. Maybe Ishould let Mickie have this car. It’s a bit too conspicuous for us, with the way Jett makes me feel when we’re driving.
“Oh, it’s a left to the nail salon,” Itell him, but he turns right into an In ‘N Out instead. “I don’t need—”
“And risk you passing out again? Not happening!” He orders me a Coke immediately, he must've noticed me shaking. “What would you like, darling?” Isigh. Rockstars are not supposed to be this considerate.
