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When Jett looked at Masie again,
she stuck her other hand into his hair and clawed at him. She pulled and Jett
allowed himself down. His lips crashed to hers, kissing her. His lower half
thrust, his instinctive and feral desires taking control. Masie moved her hand
away from Jett as he crashed into her.

Once deep, Jett held, broke the
kiss, and let out a long hiss. Every muscle in his body tensed. Masie had her
hands at his waist, her body crunching forward, her mouth kissing his bare
chest.


Fuck,

she managed to cry out when
Jett pulled back.

He thrust forward a second time and
Masie

s head went back
again, back arching. Jett kissed her throat, the tip of his tongue then drawing
a straight line down her chest. His nose flirted with each nipple as he pumped
at her harder and faster. Images flashed in his mind. Those old memories that
were supposed to be long since dead, but obviously weren

t. They returned when they wanted, like an unwanted
sickness.

Jett opened his eyes and looked at
Masie

s beautiful body. His
hands trailed along the curves of her body. Her thick hips, slender sides,
heavy breasts all for the taking. Her legs were wrapped tight around Jett

s body as she rocked her hips
with his movements. For a few seconds, Jett felt nothing. He was numb from the
inside out. He heard himself breathing, feeling his heart punching like it
wanted out of his chest.

Then Masie looked at him.

Those wild dancer eyes. A passion
was so deep inside those eyes, it ripped Jett to shreds. His hands traveled
back up Masie

s body. His
right hand at her left breast. Masie quickly put her hands to his. The subtle
move was deadly sexy.

His other hand moved up to her
face. Holding her cheek, wanting to say something in the moment, but there was
nothing to say. Their bodies were doing all the work, all the communicating.
All the connecting.

Masie

s
stomach rose and fell with greater intensity. The depths of her warmth pulled
hard, squeezed tighter, her body reaching climax. Jett lowered himself back
down to her, his chest pressed tight to hers. His movements were still fast,
hard, thrusting with everything he could offer the beautiful woman under him.

This wasn

t just any woman though. This was his woman. The
one he wanted. The one he needed.

Jett kissed Masie

s neck and moved up to her ear.

Oh, sweetheart, you

re perfect.

Masie let out a whimpering groan
and threw her hands to his back. She dug her nails into his muscle as Jett
reached the end of his own will. And he didn

t
care. Thrusting deep into her, letting himself succumb to her perfect body, it
was all he could ever ask for in that moment.

Even when Jett moved from Masie, he
didn

t exit her body. She
moved with him, facing him. Their legs intertwined. Their eyes were on fire.
They shared deep and slow kisses, the kind that kept the heart racing and the
blood running extra hot. So much so that with just a few sweet and subtle
thrusts of her hips, Masie had Jett hard again in a few minutes. So hard that
he was ready to fuck her again.

But this time, he rolled to his
back and pulled her on top.

Her hands on the bed, her hair and
breasts dangling in front of him, Masie

s
smell completely engulfed Jett. The smell of her body, her sweat. The smell of
the sweet and delicate desire coming from somewhere else.

And she moved slow. Thorough. Her
hips rocking. Her legs working. Those fucking dancer legs with thick muscle.
Jett grabbed her legs and held tight.


Ah,
shit,

he growled.

This time, he knew, he wouldn

t last long at all.

But that was okay. Because if Jett
was going to have it his way, he

d
have this forever.

 

(16)

 

Masie curled up in the blankets and
smelled them. She didn

t
want to fully open her eyes. She had already peeked once and couldn

t believe she was actually on
the tour bus for Willow Son. Not only was it her first time on a tour bus, but it
was the first time she slept on a tour bus.

All night.

Jett held her, stroking her
shoulder, kissing her. His hands traveled everywhere. He knew where to touch,
when to touch, how to touch. It wasn

t
the fantasy of the touch from a rockstar. It was the reality of the touch from
a man.

A real man.

That man, however, wasn

t in the bed with Masie.

She finally accepted that it was
morning - or early afternoon for all she knew. But she knew it was a new day
and time to get up and find a way to function.

Her body was achy, tender, and
warm. The work she and Jett had put into their bedtime fun was definitely more
of a strain on her body than being on stage dancing.

Yet it wasn

t just sex. It wasn

t
even just fucking.

There was some deep emotion behind
it all. Stuff that Masie knew Jett didn

t
like to talk about. He didn

t
like to be alone or feel alone. Masie knew the feeling, but coming from Jett it
was something amazing. A man who toured the country, made millions, and had
millions of fans.

Yet he could feel empty and in need
of someone.

Masie rose from the bed and took
the top sheet with her. She wrapped it around her body. Feeling bold, she bit
her lip and stepped from the back of the bus. For all she knew the rest of
Willow Son would be with Jett. Or even Portis. The thought scared her, but it
was too late now. She stepped to the front of the bus and found Jett sitting on
the table, shirtless, his back to her, a guitar in his hands. He wasn

t playing though.

The rippling muscles of his back
left Masie

s mouth
watering, fingertips tingling, and the rest of her body burning.

Jett then strummed a few chords. He
looked back, did a double take at Masie, and then stood up. He spun the guitar
around in his hand and put it down. Rushing to Masie to hug her, Jett traded
the guitar for her body. He pulled her close and kissed her.


Good
morning,

he said.

How

d you sleep?


First
night on a tour bus,

Masie
said with a grin.

I can
get used to it.


You
say that now. Just wait until you

re
a month into it. Five guys. One bus. It gets pretty messy, smelly, and everyone
started to get on each other

s
nerves.


Then
I guess I

ll just need my
own bus.


Dream
big, sweetheart.


Yeah,
right,

Masie said.

I

ll
be happy if I can just get a decent enough job at this point.


Here,
I made us some coffee.

Masie

s
eyes had been in their glory looking at Jett without a shirt on that she didn

t even smell the coffee. She sat
down at the table, turned to put her back to the window, and hugged her knees,
still wrapped tight in the sheet.

Jett slid across from Masie.

What

s on your mind, sweetheart?


Thank
you for talking to me last night,

Masie said.

Everything you
said. I mean, it

s pretty
heavy stuff. And you gave that to me.


I
trust you with it,

Jett
said.

It explains a lot
about me.


I

ll never tell you how to live,

Masie said.

Just know that if you need
anything from me, I

m here.
If any of that stuff starts to creep up inside you and you need someone.


You
really want that burden?

Jett asked with a grin.

Isn

t it more fun to just fool
around on a tour bus and leave it at that?


Is
that what you want?


No,
sweetheart, it

s not.


Then
it

s not what I want.

Jett leaned back and shook his
head.

You

re just too much, Masie. The
sexy dancer that crashed my recording session. And now you

re crashing my heart. You

re right in there, tearing
things up and moving them around.


Trust
me, Jett, I know the feeling.


Then
tell me about it,

Jett
said.

We can go grab
something eat and then get on the road.

Masie sighed.

I hate the thought of being
crammed in that car. Those women drive me crazy. I

m trying my best to deal with them. But after last
night and what Josie tried to pull off, I want to hit her. I want to
…”
Masie made a fist and slowly
threw it.

I want to do to
her what you did to Colin.


Nothing
wrong with that,

Jett
said.

That would be a hot
video.

Masie laughed.

They finished their coffee and Jett
slapped the table.

Okay, I
have to track down the rest of the band. We

re
leaving in a little bit. You

re
on the road with us now.


Jett
…”


Where

s your bag?

Jett asked.

Masie

s
face dropped.

Probably in
the arena still.


Leave
that to me. I

ll get it all
worked out.

Jett stood and went for his cell.
He was tall, beautiful, and he had an aura of command that Masie couldn

t resist.


You
don

t have to do any of
this,

Masie said.


Of
course I don

t. But I

m going to.

Jett then pointed to the back
of the bus.

If I were you,
I

d grab a shower while you
can. Once the guys get on the bus, I can

t
be held responsible for anything. Don

t
tell anyone, Masie, but you

re
the first naked woman on the bus. Whether you want that honor or not, you got
it.


Thanks,

Masie said.

She stood from the table. Her head
was spinning. She still hadn

t
processed the night with Jett.

Jett was already on the phone with
Harry.


Yeah,
you heard me right,

he
said.

I have to get into
the arena. I left something there.

Masie walked to the back of the
bus. The bathroom and shower was surprisingly big. Not the size of a normal
bathroom but enough room to get in and settle. She turned on the water and it
got hot after a few seconds.


I
don

t care!

she heard Jett

s voice yell with a lightness
that suggested he was smiling.

I
have to get in there, Harry. I

m
part of Willow Son. If we have to play the celebrity card, then we play it.
Just make it happen.

Masie slowly let the sheet fall
from her body. It collected at her feet. She put her left foot into the water
and it was so calm and soothing.


Now
that

s a morning sight I
like.

Masie looked over her shoulder and
grinned at Jett.

He moved at her, touching her waist
and cupping her ass. Masie was so comfortable around him. She leaned back to
his bare chest, turning her head, kissing his neck.

One hand came around and touched
her lower belly.


I

ll have your stuff here in a few
minutes. I promise.


I

m good right here,

Masie whispered.


You
and me both. But I have to wrangle up some rockstars.

Masie turned and pressed her
breasts to Jett

s chest.
She reached up and touched his face.

You
should stay right here. With me.

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