“I-I was so broken and you’ve already put the pieces back together, Ineed you, Icould never live without you now—ohfuck!”
Jett’s hand is splayed across my lower abdomen, keeping me from collapsing on the bed below as the pleasure overtakes me. He stops shaking, and my eyes roll so far back, Imust look possessed. No one can see how creepy Imust look right now, thank fuck. “That’s it, Princess, let it all go, Babygirl. You’re not gonna have to live without me, not ever.”
He slowly lowers me down when Istop thrashing, and Isuppose Iampossessed, possessed by Jett. And of course Iknow that isn’t really a promise a rockstar can keep, but Ilet it comfort me now, anyway.
“I’m so proud of you, you came so good for me. You always do.” Jett’s hands are everywhere, and while my face is nice and relaxed against the pillow, my ass finds its way back up in the air. He smooths his hands over the area he just wrecked completely.
Soft kisses pepper my spanked skin, and Isharply inhale as Ifeel the gem being nestled back into its little hiding place.
“Oh myGod,look at you, how are you and every fucking hole in your body custom-designed for me?”
He starts blabbering about how a virgin hole shouldn’t have been able to take him so well, about how his ‘favourite show to watch isn’t ‘Love Island’ … it’s his cum leaking from my perfect ass, and how sexy it is to push it back in with his favourite diamond.’
“How, how did you even make more after that first mess earlier?” Isay into the pillow.
“It’s you, Iswear, Baby. You could make me cum a hundred times a day. Y-you know I’m serious about making you Mrs. Raven, don’t you?” Him talking this way is so unhinged, and even more so, that Ilike it.
“It’s been two weeks,” Iremind him as Iattempt to refrain from going into complete shock. He flips me over, and Iyelp. His eyes are a darker green than a haunted forest at midnight under a new moon, and it sucks the air from my lungs. Well,that,but also the chain he yanks, pulling me close so we’re eye to eye.
“Did Inot make myself clear talking about my new ink? Eight years this autumn, Baby.Eight.That’s how long I’ve wanted to claim you; there’s nothing instant ortoo fastabout how Ifeel about you. Mark my words, that diamond in your ass isnotthe last one you’ll be getting from me. And tomorrow, after you eat breakfast and Idrink tea, we’re going to the shop and you’ll be permanently inked as mine. Does that scare you?” Icheck in with my nervous system as it rattles around my body, but the answer isn’t so simple. “You still think I’m going to break your heart, Baby?”
I shake my head, but he quirks an eyebrow like he doesn’t believe me. Irealize that if Jett grows tired of me and breaks my heart, the least of my worries would be a tattoo Ican’t even see. Iknow Jett thinks that will never happen right now, but again,rockstar.
“The tattoo doesn’t scare me. Iwant to be marked as Mrs. Raven, but Iwant Silas to do it. Text him that I’m coming in as soon as we’re home?”
He pulls me an inch closer. “Done. What about the second question?”
“My brain says no matter how deeply a young musician falls, he will eventually get tempted and cheat. But Idon’t believe her, Jett!”
He grins at me, for giving my brain a gender, or possibly at the fact that I’m fighting back against the insecurities, considering he has at least five songs about that exact thing.
“I think I’m scared because Iknow deep down that getting betrayed has nothing to do with occupation. Case in point, Ace. Innocent little theatre actor? Ah,no. He smashed my heart to pieces, but he’s the exact opposite of the man who put the pieces back together. The world may see a sexy, slutty little rockstar looking at you, but that’s the man who glued my pieces back together, the one who’s treated me better than anyone. So, Idon’t want to be afraid anymore.”
“There you go, Baby.” He kisses my forehead and removes my collar. “You trust me?”
“When Ifirst met you, Ithought you were out of control, but Iknow you now. You’re always in control, and Iknow you would never hurt me.”
“Damn right, Baby. Now … do you know where your phone is?”
Ifeel around and eventually find it. Ihand him my phone, tell him the code, and hesitate before forcing myself to ask, “And what’s your code, babe?”
He quirks an eyebrow and sighs, finding and handing his phone to me promptly before unlocking mine.
“When AnnaBella asked me for that, Iwent mental.” He shakes his head. “Doesn’t bother me when it’s you asking, since you’re who Iwanted the whole time Iwas with her. Didn’t want her to see saved pictures of you on my phone. But Idon’t have anything to hide from my dream girl.” He tells me his code like it’s actually a relief. And then, “Are you worried about something, darling? Don’t tell me, Jude is involved?”
“He didn’t like Lily’s pics with you on IG, he made me nervous.”
“Fucking hell! That little shit! If Iwanted her, Iwould’ve had her already! Ihired her two months before this happened with us at the pool party and never made a move. Do you understand that?”
I groan at the way he says he would've had her if he wanted, because it’s confirmation she’s not a lesbian. Isuppose Iwas still holding out hope. “Yes. But if she’s not gay and she’s all over you, like, you see my concern?”
“People of all sexualities have their hands all over me all the time, that doesn’t seem to bother you. Which is good, because that’s a pretty big part of this job.”
I nod. Itreally doesn’t bother me that his fans want to touch him. If Iwas just a fan, I’d be dying to touch him, too. When they see him and scream, that’s literally mirroring how Ifeel about him inside. Iget it.
“So, it’s just Lily you’re worried about?”
“If she could just not post pics where it looks like you’reherman, Iwould feel a lot better about it,” Isay, going through Jett’s pics, confirming there are no inappropriate poses with the world’s hottest drummer.
