Manage Me (Toven's Circus #1) (6 page)

“If you wanted to kiss me, you didn’t have to be so dramatic about it.” I say softly and he lets out a bark of a laugh.

“I’m not supposed to want you.” He says reaching his hand up and pulling out my hair tie, making my long hair fall down creating a curtain around us.

“That was a rule you set.”

“It’s a rule that will protect you. I like you, I want you, and because I like you, I don’t want to hurt you.” He says gently brushing his hand along my cheek.

“Then don’t hurt me.” I whisper sinking closer, his hand slides into my hair, where it tangles and grips tight; causing a small gasping moan to escape my throat.

“Fuck, Beauty, I can’t” he says sitting up and I slide down him landing in his lap. I can feel his hardened length through his jeans, I know he wants me.

“I appreciate you trying to protect me, but you seem to think I am going to fall in love with you the second your dick is inside of me. I can feel that it’s impressive but I’m pretty sure my heart is safe from his powers.” I look at him in horror as a thought hits me. “Unless, GASP! Do you cum a love potion!?!” I giggle, then full on laugh as he frowns at me.

“You’re a dick.” He grumbles.

“No, you haaave a dick. I huge one at that. Can I see it?” I ask cracking up, now with the mood obliterated I stand up, reaching a hand out to help Jaden off the floor.

“Maybe another time. You know you’re still in your underwear?” he says, taking my hand but not assisting much as I fight to pull his heavy ass off the floor. His eyes glued to my body, while I wiggle and strain.

“What, like you haven’t seen all this already, I bet you coped a feel, too, Creeper. Will you fucking help!?” I yell at him finally causing him to laugh and stand up.

“Fuck yeah I did, your tits are goddamn stunning. I had to make sure they were real.” He says grinning. I just roll my eyes and snort.

“Of course they are real.” I take my hand and place them on my breast, “All of this is real.” I slowly slide them down my body as I roll my hips. Jaden’s pupils dilate instantly and he reaches out to grab me but I step back. “I’m hungry.” I say turning on my heel grabbing my clothes from my bunk, and heading to the kitchen.

I throw on my pajamas and start digging in the refrigerator, deciding a sandwich sounds good. “Are you hungry?”

“Starving.” His rough voice comes from right behind me making me jump, and he laughs.

“I’m going to have a turkey sandwich, do you want one?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.” He replies, while digging around in a side cupboard.

“Did you always live in Portland?” I ask while gathering everything for our sandwiches.

“Born and raised. Have you ever been before now?” he asks still digging in cupboards.

“Nope. I haven’t been many places outside of California.”

“Really? Doesn’t your Dad own a whole fleet of jets?”

“He does, but when my Mother was alive, they wanted to travel alone, leaving me with my nanny. After she died, my Dad wanted as little to do with me as possible.” I say nonchalantly, years of therapy have left me with ambivalent feelings about my relationship with my parents.

“They never took you anywhere?” Jaden asks pausing his rifling to look over at me with concern.

“My mother would often take me to symphonies but that was mostly to encourage me.”

“Encourage you to play the violin?” He questions, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the cabinets.

Letting out a snort, I shake my head, “No, she would have hated that I started playing the violin. She started me on piano when I was three.”

“Three! Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Nope, crazy right? I was homeschooled and most of my day was centered on playing. When my parents decided to take off on a vaca for a week or more, my nanny was expected to uphold my schedule to the T. If they didn’t, and my Mother would always find out, they would be fired.”  I finish making the sandwiches and put them on plates before handing Jaden his and making my way over to sit in the booth.

“Where are the Snickers bars?” He asks setting his plate down.

“Fridge.”

“In the…” he mumbles at a loss but he shakes his head and goes to get one. “So your parents sound like assholes. Why aren’t you living their dreams and playing in symphonies?” He asks taking the seat across from me.

“Ahh…To my mother’s greatest disappointment, I was never a performer. She died of breast cancer when I was 16. I stopped playing the piano and picked up the violin. I have a love and passion for all the music I play, I have talent in creating my own but the second I step up to perform, my heart starts rocking in my chest, my breath becomes short pants, my knees knock, and I completely freeze. But despite my anxiety about playing in front of an audience, I really did love to play from the very beginning. It calms me and allows my mind to escape the suffocating confines of my Mother’s expectations.” I explain then take a big bite of my sandwich. Jaden sits watching me as we both eat in silence.

“I take it that your parents didn’t put you in singing lessons at the age of 3?” I joke making him laugh.

“Oh fuck no. They did buy me my first guitar though at the age of 12. Finn, Ryker, and I had just become friends and were all about music, so for that Christmas, my parents got both Ryker and me electric guitars. Finn’s parents got him a drum set and they let us set up in their garage. God, we were terrible. When we continued not to lose interest after a month, Finn’s parents and mine broke down and got us lessons. When Ashton came along we got really lucky because her Dad plays bass and taught her.”

“Were you always the lead singer?” I ask wanting him to keep talking, his deep rough voice is spell binding.

“No, puberty wasn’t good to me,” he chuckles. “Ashton was our singer throughout high school. Ryker and I would sing back-up and when my voice finally calmed down, Ashton admitted that she didn’t want to sing lead.” He opens the Snickers bar as he finishes but just looks at it. ”Fridge?”

“Yup, so they don’t melt and they taste better. Puberty huh, maybe I should have gone with you to your parents. I’d love to see pre-pubescent Jaden. Oh and baby Jaden, I bet he was tremendously cute.” I send him my most adorable grin before grabbing his wrist and pulling the candy towards me, taking a big bite. “Mmm…See, better.” Jaden shakes his head laughing before stuffing the rest of the bar in his mouth.

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Friday night, I am ready for a night of fun. I’d luckily brought my little black Roberto Cavalli dress that was immorally short and had a plunging V-neck, which I had to use tape to keep my tits from falling out. My shoes are L.A.M.B. Payton’s that covered my foot in delicate black straps and boosted me up nearly 5 inches. I'd tamed my naturally curly hair into soft beach waves and made my eyes pop using a blue smoky grey. My whole goal being to make Jaden swallow his tongue. 

I spray Armani Code on all my pulse points and a couple shots in the cleavage with some wishful thinking. Opening the bathroom door, I nearly crash into Ryker. He looks me up and down, and grins as he steps closer to me, leans into my cleavage, and inhales.

"Mmm, good choice." He beams up at me and I reach out to shove him back. When suddenly there is a primal growl and he is picked up and slammed against the opposite wall. I gasp but he must be fine since he starts laughing up at a half-naked Jaden.

Holy shit, I've never seen such an incredible male before. Standing there in all his rock god glory, wrapped in just a white towel, is Jaden James. Suddenly it’s me that swallows my tongue, or more like a huge pool of spit, which goes down the wrong tube and I end up choking. Jaden’s look of anger turns to concern. He steps towards me placing a big warm hand on my back to rub soothing circles, while I bend forward at the waist, hacking and coughing like I am dying. Having him this close touching me isn’t helping me one bit because my body begins to hum with awareness.

“Beauty, are you okay?” he asks still rubbing my back. I turn my head to answer, and fuck me do I get an eye full. 

The dick print behind his towel and I are eye to eye, I can make out a perfect growing outline. The coughing has stopped, so has his hand movement, but we both just stand there, me staring at his cock with his hand on my back.

The clearing of a throat behind us snaps me out of my hypnoses and I snap back up.

“Not that this isn’t suuuper hot, but if you both are just going to stand there awkwardly, could you move over, I’ve still got to piss.”

Jaden chuckles, grabbing my shoulders to move us out of the way. My face is beet red and I can’t look at him, but I am not sure looking down is a good idea either, as it’s only making me crave him more. He has that deep V, the V you only see on TV and movies. This God like man has them cut so deep, they create “hang on for dear life handles because this man is built to fuck you raw” grips, that run down making a delicious pathway right to the bulge. And stretched between reads “Veni Vidi Vici” in a swirling cursive font. I would bet any female that’s had him buried inside her, feels thoroughly conquered afterward.

I just want to run my tongue down every inch of him. I inch my gaze upward counting the ten solidly defined packs of muscle, taking notice of the huge flying raven he has tattooed on his right ribcage. Before I realize it, my hand is reaching out and I brush my fingers over its wing that rests just below the outside of his peck. As my fingers brush his skin, he sucks in a breath and our eyes meet.

“He’s beautiful.” I whisper. Jaden takes my hand from his rib and I feel a jolt of rejection, that he doesn’t want me touching him. But instead he presses a kiss to my palm before setting my hand in the middle of his chest, where a large pair of black and grey praying hands rest.  

The door to the bathroom pops opens and Jaden quickly drops my hand and he steps back.

“What, are you guys humping in the hallways now? Jesus, put that beast away man!” Ryker says pointing to the barely concealed “beast” in his towel. 

"Fuck off, Brother." Jaden bites out going from warm and fuzzy to pissy.

I’m not sure what to do, so I decide I need some air and wait outside for them to finish getting ready. I grab my LV, and make my way down the steps of the bus. Ashton and Finn are waiting outside, so I head over to them.

"Wow, you look amazing. Has Jaden seen you yet? He might try to make you change."

"Yeah, after Ryker assaulted me. They are in there duking it out to see who gets me.” We laugh. “I love your pants, by the way." I say pointing to her black and white vertical striped skinny jeans. She has them paired with a loss blue tee shirt and heart stomping boots.

“Thanks.” She says with a shy smile.

"She’s right, you look really great tonight, Ash.” Finn says looking at her like it’s the first time. Her cheeks turn pink as she looks down at her boots and mumbles another thanks. Hmm, I wonder what going on there?

Jaden comes thundering down the stairs in big black kick your ass boots, dark jeans, and red tee shirt. His hair is shoved up under a backwards black flex fit hat, that read Oregon Ducks in bright yellow right over his dark eye brows. Could the man look like crap just once?

Meeting my gaze, he heads towards me. "Are you okay? He didn't freak you out, right? He's kind of a pervert but really he's harmless."

"Don't forget, he is an amazing guitar player, too."

"Yeah that, too." Clearing his throat he continues, "You look stunning." Meeting his gaze I smile, he returns it with a dimpled grin. The guy is so gorgeous that I just have to shake my head before I turn into a puddle of goo. I step around him when the black town car pulls up in front of our little group.

Ashton and I climb in first followed by Finn and Jaden. Ryker appears moments later, diving through the door landing on Finn and Jaden’s laps. They look at each other and together they shove him off to the floor.