“Let’s get some sleep,” I say. “I want to check out Faneuil Hall tomorrow.”
“I don’t want to sleep,” Saxon whispers, standing up and taking me by the hand. We walk into our room, and he closes and locks the door behind him. “I want you on all fours, will you give that to me?”
I smirk at him then start to undress. “Only if you give me your mouth first.”
“Deal, miss lawyer,” he says, grinning at me. “It’s a win-win situation for me.”
He goes down on me, making me come twice before he takes me from behind, bringing me to orgasm again.
I hope he realizes it’s a win-win situation for me too.
And that I love him- mantrums and all.
*****
The first week passes quickly. I stand backstage at their sold-out shows and watch Saxon perform.
He’s amazing. They all are.
However, every night he’s mine and mine alone.
I don’t have to share him with the world—and I like that.
We move from city to city, experiencing different foods and scenery. We also spend a lot of time together and with the other band members.
We may even be starting to drive each other a little crazy.
Okay it’s mainly me, Ryder, and Jet who are driving each other crazy. I walk back onto the bus to grab my handbag. I’d forgotten it when we left this morning, so Saxon drove back so I could grab it before we went out for dinner. It’s then that I open the door and see something that I never wanted to see.
In my life.
Holy f**king shit.
Where’s the bleach? I need to bleach my eyes!
“Jet Crawford! You better be wearing a f**king condom right now!” I yell as I walk in on my baby cousin having sex. With not one, but two women.
Fucking nasty.
Jet’s face goes bright red as he grabs a pillow to cover his penis. “What the f**k Tee?”
I slam my mouth closed, then open it again. “Did you just swear at me? You may be famous now but I’m still your older cousin and will kick your ass. Now get these hoes out of here.”
“Jet?” one pouts.
I scrub a hand down my face. “You ever seen me take down two bitches at a time?”
Jet curses. “Get dressed and get out.”
“Is that how you treat women nowadays?” I ask, gasping.
“I can’t win, can I?” he groans, picking up his clothes to get dressed. I feel relieved when I see condoms littered around the place.
Saxon walks in. “Everything okay babe? Oooh shit.”
Shit indeed.
The women’s eyes light up when they see Saxon. “Will you play with us?”
I step forward and fist my hand. Saxon grabs me and pulls me back. “Jet get them out of here.”
I’m escorted to my room.
Saxon stares at me for a moment, and then sighs. “He’s a grown man, Tee.”
“No he isn’t,” I reply.
“He’s twenty-one.” Saxon grimaces. “Babe he’s allowed to have his fun. Morning Alliance is hitting the big time, and I guess for him that comes with the women as well.”
“Does he really want to be with women like that? Who don’t care if they were f**king him or you? My cousin deserves better than that,” I bite out, crossing my arms over my chest.
Jet walks in, sighing and sitting down next to me. What’s with the men in my life sighing before they try to talk to me? Long-suffering sighs too—like they’d rather jump of a cliff than discuss something with me. “It’s just some fun Tee, I’m not looking to settle down right now.”
“What if you get someone pregnant?” I ask him.
His face pales and a muscle ticks in his jaw. “You think I would do that after what happened with me?”
I look away.
Jet’s mother was a stripper who slept with Finn Crawford, my uncle. My married uncle. A lot of the family tend to stay away from him, or they face my aunt’s wrath.
She won’t even look at Jet, as he’s proof of her husband’s infidelity.
Jet did nothing wrong, but they blame an innocent kid for Finn cheating on his wife.
“Fine, okay, I’ll lay off,” I mumble.
Jet looks at Saxon and grins. “Thanks.”
Did he just thank Saxon or me?
“Oh and Jet,” I say.
“Yeah?”
“Why do you have a tattoo of a unicorn on your ass?”
Jet groans as Saxon laughs.
Chapter Twenty Four
Saxon
My eyes flare as I take her in from top to toe. “Are you trying to kill me?”
She turns to me, fixing the clasp on her earring. “Not yet, why?”
I storm up to her and slide my hands down her hips in appreciation. “Knowing you’re wearing this while I’m on stage… I’m gonna go f**king crazy.”
She grins.
I don’t.
I don’t want to be one of those men, but, “You need to change.”
Her grin drops. “It’s just a dress, and you’re going to have to deal.”
It isn’t just a dress, and she knows it.
It’s white, tight as hell, and accentuates every one of her assets.
And she has many of them.
My gaze lowers to the sexy red heels on her feet.
Fuck.
“Can you at least wear flat shoes?”
Her long legs look even longer today.
I try to subtly adjust myself. Jesus, she’s like Viagra to me.