“Tell me,” Jack growled, his face an inch away, his eyes searching mine.

“I belong to you, Jack.” My words came out breathless.

Jack growled as he pushed himself inside of me, burying himself to the hilt in one long, strong stroke. He stayed buried deep for a moment, unmoving. Each second that ticked by, my body longed for release. I had been so close to my release and being so full pushed me so near the edge that it was unbearable.

“Jack, please move for me.”

Jack’s response was to tighten his grip on me and roll us so that I was on top of him. I was relieved that I would be able to find the friction that I so desperately needed. Jack loosened his grip on my back, allowing me to rise and sit on him, controlling my own pleasure.

“Ride me, babe. I need to watch you.”

He didn’t have to ask twice. I began to gyrate my h*ps in small circles, keeping his thick, hard c**k firmly planted inside of me. Each time I circled, his length hit a spot on the inside of me that felt like heaven. My slow gyrations became more pronounced until I was on the edge. One more circle and I knew I would be over, but I wanted Jack to take the ride with me. Together. I stopped and rose up on my knees, using my thighs to support my weight, and then squeezed and slammed back down, seating him until my wetness was flush against his skin.

“Fuck, Syd,” Jack growled, tightening his grip on my h*ps and lifting me again, before I slammed down on him yet again. My eyes shut and my head fell back as I quickened the pace, riding him firmly up and down, up and down, each time taking him fully inside of me.

“Syd,” he growled softly once again, as one of his hands reached up between my legs, finding my cl*twith his thumb. He pushed down gently and massaged small circles in the same rhythm that I moved up and down along his long shaft. My eyes closed as my orgasm began to tear through me.

“Open your eyes.”

My eyes opened to find his gaze and he watched as my orgasm washed over me as I said his name over and over.

“Beautiful, babe.”

When he saw my orgasm had begun to ebb, Jack held me firmly in place, one hand on each side of my h*ps as he lifted me almost completely off of him and brought me down harshly as he thrust forward into me with three quick deep thrusts. Only then did he allow himself his own release. I felt the heat of his s**en shoot into me as he emptied his body and filled mine deeply.

***

The next morning started out the same way that the night had ended, with Jack inside of me. I knew we needed to talk, but since the day Jack and I had met we communicated our feelings in more than just words. The night before had been about raw emotions and need. But the next morning was about making love and giving to each other.

It was almost noon before we were satiated long enough to keep our hands off of each other. Anyone looking in on us from the outside would have sworn we were lovers kept apart for months, but the reality was it had only been a week since we had last seen each other.

We lay in bed, each on our side, facing each other. Jack tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear and then gently caressed my cheek as he spoke, his voice soft and tender.

“Let’s start with the easy stuff, babe.”

I nodded my head in agreement, although I wasn’t quite sure what part of our discussion was going to be easy.

“I can’t handle the thought of another man in your room. I actually can’t handle the thought of a man within fifty feet of you, but I do my best to keep my temper under control. I can’t keep it under control when I’m thinking about a man near you in a hotel room.” Jack’s voice was low and intense, but yet calm and controlled at the same time.

“I get it now. It was innocent when it happened and that’s why I never even gave it any thought.”

“Babe, there is nothing innocent about the way Justin looks at you. He wants you.” Jack’s thumb stopped moving and he stilled for my response, keeping my eyes locked with his.

I went to speak twice, each time taking a breath and beginning to form words, but then thought better of them. Jack and I didn’t lie to each other and I had no intention of starting when I was going to be spending months away from him. “I know he had a crush on me years ago, but that was a long time ago, Jack.”

I watched Jack’s jaw tightened and a small throb in his cheekbone clenched. “He had a thing for you?”

“Yes, but nothing ever happened. He told me how he felt and then a few days later Michael proposed and he was respectful of my commitment.”

“He still has a thing for you.”

“You don’t know that. You met him for all of five minutes, Jack.”

“I knew it in three seconds from the way he looked at you, babe. You’re kidding yourself if you don’t see it.”

I was quiet for a minute, thinking.

“So no boys in my room, especially Justin. I can handle that. What else you got?” I pushed my chin up high.

Jack smirked and his eyebrows raised in amusement at my response. “Glad you can handle it, babe.”

“What else is on your agenda to discuss?” Our conversation was beginning to feel like a negotiation.

“I think you have something you want to discuss with me, something you should have talked about instead of ignoring my calls.”

My happy face disappeared. “I’m sorry about ignoring the calls. I just needed some time to think.”

“You can’t shut me out when you get upset, babe. I was climbing the walls for ten hours while I traveled to get to you.”

“I sort of freaked out a bit when I found out.” I bit my bottom lip at my admission.

“We’re back to the original problem now, babe. Freaked out about what? You never even gave me the benefit of the doubt and asked me what you thought you knew.”

One eyebrow rose and the crease between my eyebrows deepened while my nose wrinkled, conveying my sense of confusion. Then my eyes widened as I realized what Jack was trying to tell me. I had never stopped to think maybe it wasn’t true, I had never even asked him before making a major leap.

“Ah, now she gets it. Let’s back it up. Ask me what you think I did.”

“Oh my God, Jack. Are you the tour sponsor for the Double Strife tour?”

“No.”

“But … but, the tour is sponsored by Heston International. I saw it myself on the signs backstage last night.”

“The tour is sponsored by Heston International. The hotels I own with my father are Heston International Hotels. Heston International is my father’s company. I had no idea that he was the tour sponsor until Sienna told me what you were upset about and I did some digging.”

“Oh my God, Jack. I am so sorry.”

“Apology accepted, babe. But next time just ask. I’ve been honest with you since the day that I met you.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” I wrapped one hand around Jack’s neck.

“You’ll make it up to me.” The corner of his mouth twitched upward.

“I’d love nothing better than to make it up to you.”

I jumped on top of Jack and littered his face with a hundred tiny kisses all over. Then I sunk down under the covers and lowered myself to start to make it up to him.

Chapter 5

I really didn’t want to leave Jack that afternoon, but Justin had texted me to remind me to be at rehearsal early because he wanted to go over our set list again. I caught Jack’s jaw tense when I mentioned the text from Justin, but he didn’t say anything more about him. Jack had to leave the following day and it killed me not to spend all day and night with him curled up in bed. Before I left for rehearsal, Jack told me he had some work to catch up on, but that he would meet me at the show later that night. I arranged for him to pick up a backstage pass and Jack had the car service from the night before bring me to the arena.

***

As the show time drew near, I was both excited and nervous that Jack would be there to watch me. It was funny how I didn’t get nervous about how an audience of 30,000 people who had paid to see a different opening act would react, yet one man could unravel my nerves.

Sienna and I opened the show and, for the first time, I noticed that some people sang along with our songs when we repeated the chorus. The crowd was lively and I wasn’t sure if the elation I felt as we closed our act was from the energetic crowd or seeing Jack standing off to the side of the stage watching me.

I went right off the stage into Jack’s arms. I couldn’t wait to share my excitement with him. “How did you like it?” I bounced up and down on the balls of my feet with exhilaration. I normally had a post show adrenaline rush, but that night it was extra intense, I couldn’t even keep my body physically still.

“I didn’t think there was anything sexier than you underneath me, na**d. But fuck, babe, I could watch you all night up there. You sing like an angel and move like the devil. A part of me wants to show you off to the world, but the other part wants to lock you up in our apartment and bolt the door shut.” Jack’s sexy half smile told me he wasn’t kidding, at least about the part of wanting to lock me up.

I was floating on a cloud for the next few hours as Jack stood behind me and held me for most of Double Strife’s concert. He held me possessively, with his arms wrapped around my waist, his front tight to my back during the slow songs. Then Sienna and I danced around like drunk teenagers to the faster ones. The way Jack watched me made me feel special and adored and I was glad that he had seemed to forget his initial feelings toward Justin and could enjoy himself during the show.

At the end of the show, Justin and Kyle exited the stage where Jack and I were standing. Kyle smiled and nodded, but Justin’s show smile seemed to have disappeared. They talked to their manager a few minutes and then, when the crowd was yelling loud enough for an encore, they went out to play one last song.

I wasn’t surprised when I heard the first few notes, as they seemed to have made a habit of closing with Gone. It was definitely a fan favorite. But as the guitar intro came to a close, and the singing was just about to start, I saw Justin look over at me and smirk. Then he stopped playing and the two of them did a repeat of their onstage chat about how having hot chicks sing with them would make it better. I felt Jack’s hand tighten on my hip when Justin crooked his finger in my direction, beckoning me to the stage. I turned to Jack before leaving and gave him a quick kiss and an apologetic smile.

Sienna and I joined Double Strife on stage and helped close the show like we had a few nights earlier. Only this time I noticed that Justin stood a little closer and touched my face while we sang the last verse to each other. The effect was good, even better than the first time we sang it together, creating a chemistry that the audience loved, but I knew without question that it would bother Jack.

After the show, Jack was quiet, but agreed to go out for a post show celebration with the bands. Jack seemed to hit it off with Reed, the tour manager, and the two of them became engrossed in talking business while Sienna and I did our usual routine of tequila shots. I loved that Jack could go anywhere and talk to all different kinds of people. I never needed to stand at his side and keep him company. But no matter where we were, he always either had a hand or an eye on me.

After our third tequila shot, which was one too many for me since I hadn’t eaten anything since early that morning, Sienna went out to dance and I turned and smiled at Jack, who was talking nearby to a few of the guys from the Double Strife band. He caught my glance and gave me a sexy half grin as he excused himself.

“You’re looking happy,” Jack said, opening my legs to stand between them as I sat on a stool at the bar.

I sighed. “What’s not to be happy about? My life is pretty perfect. I get to do what I love, and I have an amazingly sexy man that I can’t get enough of.” I wrapped my hands around his waist as I spoke.

Jack smiled and our eyes stayed locked for a minute before he gave me a tender sweet kiss. I exhaled, still feeling his mouth on mine even after our kiss had ended. Never before in my life could I have described how I felt as a moment of bliss until that moment. Complete and utter bliss.

***

An hour later I was on a path to sobriety, thanks to Jack who insisted I drink two bottles of water, which left not much room in my stomach for alcohol. But Sienna on the other hand looked like she had taken a different path, emerging from tipsy and heading for straight-out bombed. Jack and I laughed as we watched her hold court at the end of the bar with a couple of the guys from the band, and simultaneously blow off a handful of men as quickly as they attempted their pick-up.

Sienna found her way back down the end of the bar and ordered two tequila shots for us. She was oblivious to the fact that I was almost sober and she was half-past tanked. I wasn’t one to waste, so of course I joined her in the shot and found Jack looking amused as we licked the salt in tandem.

Sienna was always a happy drunk, a happy chatty drunk that is. “I think I got one for our list tonight, Syd.” Her voice was slightly slurred.

Even though it had been years since we had spoken about the list, I knew exactly what she was talking about. “I’ll be the judge of that. Share, my crazy friend.”

“Hey, do you have a twin sister? No? Then you must be the most beautiful girl in the world!” We both laughed at the bad pick-up line. Sienna and I had started a list of the worst pick-up lines years ago. Some of them I could still remember.

“Worst pick-up lines list I assume?” Jack smiled and ordered another two bottles of water from the bartender. What was with him always feeding me water?

I nodded and smiled at him, then raised an eyebrow. “Hey, are you selfish? No? Well if you’re going to have that body for the rest of your life, how about you let me use it for tonight?”