A Little Bit Dirty - Jenika Snow Page 0,50

leave the tour.”

She shook her head before he finished speaking. “I would never ask you to do that, and I am sure my jealousy is nothing, and I am just letting my emotions get to me.” She smiled. Now she really felt like a petty bitch for bringing it up.

Who knew how many women he had slept with, roadie daughters or not? She was just going to have to get used to it, because that was the life she had chosen to go along with.

“But I only want you, baby.” He leaned in and kissed her. “If five years hadn’t passed the way it had, you would have been my girl, and there would have been no one else.” He had murmured the words against her lips, and when he pulled away it was to keep her close to him.

She rested her head on his chest once more, listened to his heart beat a slow and steady rhythm, and knew that she needed to toughen the fuck up.

No doubt she would see a hell of a lot more debauchery from the rabid fangirls in the weeks to come.

13

The band was in a backroom warming up in the way they did before every show. Beats was in his own world with his headphones on, his eyes closed, and his drumsticks in hand as he beat them on the table top to the rhythm of whatever he was listening to.

Matty was in one of the chairs with his guitar in his lap, picking out a tune.

And then there was Five, leaning over by the bar with a bleached blonde groupie hanging off every word. His form of relaxing or getting juiced up before a show was to get his dick wet in some random chick. Not Jacks’ style, but whatever got the guys in the mood was their own business.

He was on the couch with his headphones on, too, and his guitar in his lap.

He mainly did vocals, but there were a few songs that he played rhythm along with Matty. The feeling of someone watching him had Jacks looking up and seeing Tanner leaning against the wall. She had her phone up to her ear, and he knew she was talking to Zoe. Over the last week she had talked to her at least once a day.

He imagined it was hard being around a bunch of guys day and night, especially ones that had a tendency to live like slobs. He grinned and winked, and loved that her cheeks turned pink. She was so responsive to him, and damn if that didn’t make a guy feel good.

He looked back down at his guitar, and then closed his eyes and let the music blasting through his ears clear his head. He couldn’t hear the song he was picking out, of course, but he knew what he was playing, and doing something with his hands helped ease him before a show.

For thirty minutes they sat back there, alternating between doing their own thing, talking about the set list once more, and then finally making their way toward the stage. He took hold of Tanner’s hand and led her with him so she was right by his side, and he swore he could feel her hand trembling in his.

He stopped, gestured for the other guys to go without him for a second, and used his body to push her into a small, darkened corner.

“Jacks, what are you—”

He cut off her words with his mouth on hers and loved that she immediately moaned and clutched at his shoulders. He pulled away only enough that he could speak. “I have wanted to do that since we got into the venue.” He kissed her once more, and slid his hands over her shoulders, across her chest, and covered her breasts.

The mounds were large, soft, and overfilled in his hand. He fucking loved it. Laying little kisses along her collarbone, he inhaled the sweet scent of her along the way, and followed the path with his tongue down to where her cleavage rose just slightly over her shirt.

“I could take you again, Tanner. Christ, I could take you again right here in this dark corner.”

She gasped, and he felt the prick of her nails dig into his skin through his shirt. “You’re insatiable.”

He was, but only for her. He could be hard ten minutes after they fucked, and it felt like he hadn’t even been with her. She did something to him, did something so powerful that even