Reckless Love: A Billionaire Baby Steamy Fantasy Multicultural Love Story Rockstar Romance (13 page)

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Jasmine and Leo… all night

The Pagani was parked in the regular spot. They walked to it quickly, the quartet being nice enough to cart Jasmine’s cello home with them. She had been concerned that they wouldn’t be happy with her decision, but surprisingly they had all given her some words of advice.
 

Robyn had told her, “Go for it girl, you have a chance at happiness.”

Jessa said, “Give us a call if anything goes wrong. Anything. We’ll come and get you.”
And Kerry had pressed a condom in her hand, and said, “I love you girl. You’re worth everything. Don’t forget that.”
Where the hell did she get a condom?
Wondered Jasmine.
Was Kerry expecting to get laid tonight?
She smiled to herself as she shoved it in her purse, before Leo grabbed her hand and they bid a hasty adieu to the others.

This time there was no pulling over on the way back to the castle. The hand that had been between her legs during dinner was chastely pressed against the steering wheel for the most part. Leo was driving as fast as he could, but carefully – he didn’t need to get in an accident tonight. There was too much at stake, and besides, he knew he wanted to end the evening with him buried deep inside her, so he wanted to pace himself now.

Jasmine was nervous. The girls had accused her of being a virgin, but she officially didn’t consider herself one anymore. She had once had a fumbling encounter with a boy from undergrad who had been feeling her up as they made out, and when suddenly something was touching her down there but both his arms were around her, she had jumped back like she had been zapped by a cattle prod.
“What the fuck?” she had practically yelled, tears flying from her eyes. She had kept her virginity for a long while, not so much for religious reasons as personal ones, and here he had tried to take it from her without so much as a word of discussion.

The boy had begun damage control immediately, saying that he didn’t go inside, that she was still a virgin – probably as much to avoid a rape charge as anything. But nothing could bring back the fact that she wasn’t a virgin anymore. At least that was how she saw it. But times had changed, and not only did she want Leo, he was clearly more experienced. Would he notice that she didn’t know what she was doing? And even if he did, would it be like dancing, where the man leads, and the woman can just follow?

Still, she knew she didn’t want to lay there passively– he was a damned sexy man and if they were going to do this, she was going to spend all the welled-up passion that had been building inside her all these years on his sleek body, his muscular frame. He was looking even more amazing than he had when they were first together – a small weight loss had brought his cheekbones into even greater relief, and she admired his physique, evident even through the dark suit.

“Sorry I was late,” he said suddenly. “I made quite an ass of myself, bumbling into the hall like that.”
She grabbed his hand and laughed. “Yes, I have to admit we could hear you from stage. You’re lucky that I didn’t fall off the platform in surprise.”
“That would have been quite the spectacle. ‘Quartet goes ass over teakettle in Wigmore Hall.’”

They giggled and Leo squeezed her hand, then played with her fingers as he drove. She was mesmerized at the delicate movement of his hands on hers, each touch electric.

As soon as they got through the door to Leo's quarters, they were in each other's arms. She had wanted to discuss so many things, wanted to really find out where he was coming from, if they were going to be together, exactly what he wanted from her and tell him what she wanted from him, but her other needs proved greater – her need for him to hold her in his arms, kiss her neck, grab her ass, as she tangled her hands in his hair and covered him with kisses.
Leo didn't want to scare her with his desire but he was nearly unable to hold himself back. The way her body felt under his hands was beyond compare. Every single touch turned him on even more, his hands searching her body wanting to know, feel, see every part of it. And it'd been so long since he'd been turned on by anyone. The groupies apparently now meant absolutely nothing to him, and even though they'd meant nothing to him before, they didn't even serve a basic purpose for him. He comforted himself knowing that they were only ever using him too. Maybe that was the difference with Jasmine. The reason touching her was so different was because they weren't using each other – she wasn't just going to go back to her friends and brag that she had fucked a rock star, and he wouldn't throw her way like used Kleenex.
Instead, the fire that filled him more and more every time he touched her took on a life of its own. And a similar fire was building within her. A fire she'd never felt before – when she'd been thinking of him all these late nights, conjuring up his image in her mind as she touched herself – it had been different. Of course. Different to having his hands on her, reveling in every inch of her skin. Different to having his lips on her, each touch, each kiss a question and answer… A promise in itself. But what were they promising? She had no idea, and as he unzipped her gown and it dropped it into a puddle on the floor, it started not to matter.
All that mattered was right now. All that mattered was touching him and being touched by him feeling his hard lean body against hers, sliding her hands down his low back to his perfect ass, squeezing the flesh there, and pushing him closer and closer to her. She was losing herself in the dream that was taking place in real life, in front of her. It was amazing not to need to fantasize.
He pulled back for a moment and looked her in the eyes. "Jasmine, I've been waiting so long just to see you, to touch you. I want you so badly."
She searched his eyes with her own. "I tried to forget you Leo. I wanted to forget you. But I just couldn't."
"Me too," he said softly. "But you're all I can think about, anymore. All I want to think about. Every song I sing, I am singing it for you. Doesn't matter if there're 50,000 people listening. It's only for you." Grabbing her hand, he pulled her over to the bed. They fell onto the luxuriously soft covers, rolling over each other, every kiss more intense than the last. When they finally parted lips, they looked at each other in surprise, in astonishment.
"What is this, Leo?" She asked, trembling. "Why do I feel this way?"
"I don't know, I am asking myself the same question," he answered. "Whatever this thing between us is, it's bloody amazing."
"And kind of scary," she said.
"The most scary," he said solemnly, and kissed her again. "But there's nothing I can do. I'm powerless against it, Jasmine," he touched her cheek. "That's why I had to come back. That's why I flew here."
"You flew here just for me?" She gasped. "I thought you must be here on some official business or something."
"Yeah..." He ran his fingers through his dark hair, looking abashed. "That's what I told the pilot. I suppose that's why they were nice enough to pack my suit for me. Speaking of which..." he got up and took off his suit jacket, and loosened the tie, pulling it over his head. She watched him as he unbuttoned the shirt, little by little revealing his chest, his cut abs, the v at his hips. Her eyes wide, she took it all in as he undid his belt with a small clang and slid his pants off. He wasn't wearing any underwear, she noted, as she stared at his hard length as it swung out of his trousers.
Will that fit inside me? It looks too big
, Jasmine wondered.
Luckily Leo didn't seem to be in a hurry. Now that his clothes were off, he slipped under the covers beside her and snuggled close, an arm snaking around her, his leg wrapped around her own. His thumb caressing on her cheek, his mouth covered hers, tongue slipping between her lips. It was passionate and delicate at the same time, and she found herself opening up and wrapping around him in return, each trying to get that much closer to the other, to feel ever inch of soft skin over curves and angles.
"God you're so beautiful," he murmured, kissing down the length of her neck to her breasts and lingering on her hard nipples, one in his mouth, the other between his thumb and forefinger. Her back arching, she pushed her breasts closer to him, and he moaned in return, the vibrations feeling delicious against her nubs. His teeth against the hard skin of her nipple, his hand trailed down and brushed across her pussy a few times before slipping inside and feeling the hot wetness there. "I want to taste you," he said softly, and slid her panties off, the lace against her legs, and then he put his mouth to her. His tongue seeking out her clit, he gently caressed and sucked it as she gasped, gently holding his head with her hands and writhing against his lips and tongue.
"How are you doing that?" She groaned. "It's so good, so good..." The feeling was perfect. "Are you magic?" She cried.
Leo smiled a little at her question, and happily continued to lick her. She tasted so good, her juices against his tongue were so sweet, her pussy so soft. He wanted to climb inside her but instead sucked her clit inside his mouth gently, ever so gently, and ran his tongue over it lightly and quickly. He pressed his fingers inside her, thrusting in and out of her tight wetness. She was tighter than anyone he had ever touched.
Could it be possible that she's a virgin?
He wondered. She convulsed against his fingers in mini orgasm, squeezing them hard.
What would it feel like to be inside her?
He couldn't stand it wondering anymore, and wanted to press his cock into her - to claim her as his own. He moved back up to hold her in his arms. Her eyes were wild, her mouth open. "Leo, what were you doing down there?" She asked, sliding her arms around him and pressing her curves against him. "That was incredible. You're incredible."
"No, you're incredible," he answered. "You taste amazing. I could do that all day." He'd never felt this way before about any woman, he realized. The feeling of wanting to give the utmost in pleasure was new to him. He had always approached every sexual encounter with the feeling that he wanted to feel as good as possible, but now he wanted her to feel as good as possible. "You're amazing, my love," he said.
He called her his love! She thought. Was that an English thing? Or... does he love me? She wondered. His cock was bumping up against her pussy, and again she remembered the time that the high school boy had tried to enter her, but this seemed totally different. She reached down and slipped off her panties, and wrapped her leg around him again, taking him in her hand and guiding him to the entrance of her wet folds. He stopped for a moment and looked at her.
"Are you sure, Jasmine?" He whispered. "Are you sure you want to?"
"God, yes," she said. "More than anything." Briefly the condom flashed through her mind, but she dismissed the thought. She'd probably be safe, and besides, she wanted to be close to him, not him wrapped in plastic.
He teased her a bit, rubbing the tip of his cock against her before he pushed inside, just a little, and retreated, then did the same again, going a little further this time, and then finally thrust inside her to his full length. She was surprised that it didn't hurt like they always said it would, but felt amazing. She was so aroused and so wet, and wanted him so badly, that it made perfect sense.
She gasped with the pleasure of having him inside her, and as he gently rubbed her clit and fucked her, kissing her madly, she knew she was about to come. She was moaning and crying out as she bucked against him.
“Will anyone… will anyone hear us?” she gasped, coming to her senses for a moment.
“No, no,” he smiled. “We’re in an old stone castle in the middle of nowhere.”
She couldn’t hold back anymore. With his reassurance, she let out a wail as she came, calling his name and convulsing in orgasm over his cock. But Leo wouldn’t let her rest. He made her come three more times, rippling over his cock before he had his own orgasm, filling her with his hot seed, as he clasped her to him, her ass in his hands, her sweet voice saying his name, filling his ears.
They lay like that, with him still inside her, until they fell asleep.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

The Quartet and Origin of Species

“So what do you think is going on?" Jessa asked. "With Leo and Jasmine, I mean."
"Who knows!" Kerry said. "Do you think he was in town, or that he flew here just for her? I mean, the tour for his band is supposedly in full swing. I'll have been hearing is that damn song "Reckless Love" or whatever. It's all over the radio."
"Yeah, the internet too. Unless he had something special to do in the UK, I'd bet he came here just for her." Kerry put down her bow. "We might as well just can this rehearsal. It's too hard to rehearse without her part." She got up. "I could kind of go for a bite to eat anyway."
"Me too," said Robyn. "Yeah, this is useless. And besides, the big concert is already done."
"And it went amazingly well."
"I can't wait to tell her about the contract with the new promoter," Kerry said. "That is, unless she gets pregnant or something, and quits the band." She stopped suddenly and regarded them all with wide eyes. "Oh no. She's not going to get pregnant and quit the band, is she?"
"I hope not." But they all looked back at her and at each other, with concern on their faces. "I've never seen her like this," Robyn finally said.
"Me neither," said Jessa. "She's always seemed so devoted to her art, I thought nothing could get in the way."
"Yeah," Robyn said. "She's rock solid."
"But I guess if anything's going to turn your head, it would be a billionaire nobleman rock star," Kerry said, sighing. "I mean, I don't know if I could resist either."
All murmuring assent, they packed up their instruments, and went to lunch.
 

***
 

"So," Nigel said. "Do you think that Leo's found that bird yet?"
"Probably fucking her right now," Riff said, covering a French fry with ketchup and popping it in his mouth.
"Yeah, I'd reckon so."

“Pass me some more fries, would you?”