puddle of ketchup on my plate, taking my time to suck it off of skin, my eyelids fluttering to touch the tops of my cheeks as if I enjoyed stimulating myself.
Jet shifted in his seat. “So, what do you want for dessert? They’ve got more than just peach cobbler.”
I wiped my face with my napkin and licked my lips. “I don’t think they have what I want here.” Jet raised one crooked brow, waiting for me to continue. “The dessert I want is at a certain guitar player’s house.”
Chapter Eighteen
Jet, present
She’d gone from zero to one-hundred in the matter of minutes.
I couldn’t take the flirting any longer. The way she sucked on her finger and the french fries, gave me visions of her perfect lips wrapped around my cock. It was stiffly pressing against my jeans at the thought, ready to fuck her mouth properly. She needed it, after all the bullshit she’d thrown at me like whiplash within the past few months, hell, even years.
She leaned over the table, sure to put her cleavage on full display while I finished my burger in a rush, eager to get the check and take out for Maddie.
The moment Spike laid the Styrofoam container on our table, I darted upward, grabbing the box and motioned for Regan to follow.
She stood ever so slowly, her lean body swaying just slightly in front of me. She was doing it on purpose, wanting me to see her curves, my head spinning knowing I’d ripped her panties off with my hands barely over an hour ago.
You’d think I’d be sated after being mauled in my car, but all I could do was picture myself plowing into her mouth.
“How far away is your condo?”
“Not far,” Thank, God.
I held her door open, trying my best to ignore her purposeful brush against me before she slid into her seat.
“Have you always had a place in Chicago?” She asked once I closed the driver side door.
“I got a place here once I realized my parents were planning on living with Maddie this close to the city.” My lips tightened. Why did I blurt out information about my sister too easily to this woman? Outside of expressing myself through song, I never talked about her.
No one knows what really happened that terrible night.
“You care about her a lot, don’t you,” she said, matter of fact.
I nodded, biting the insides of my cheeks.
“I wish I had a sibling,” she sighed. “Being the only child isn’t always as great as everyone thinks.”
I snorted. “Only child? That explains a lot.”
She rolled her eyes, but held her grin. “I’m serious. Siblings are best friends in an unconditional way.”
I shook my head. “That’s not exactly true.”
“What do you mean?”
My hands gripped the steering wheel. “My older brother still avoids me like the plague. I couldn’t tell you the last time we were in the same room together on purpose. We can barely make it through a Christmas party without arguing.”
She bit her bottom lip. “What do you argue about?”
“Same shit, different day,” I grumbled.
“Does he not like that you’re a musician?”
I clenched my teeth. “Why do you always ask so many questions?”
She shrugged, letting her hand wander to my knee, stroking a delicate finger around my kneecap. “I just want to know more about you, that’s all.”
My lip curved upward. “You really did stop reading the tabloids for your information.”
She squeezed my thigh. “I’ve told you, I’ve learned that’s not reliable information.”
“I was just making sure.”
We were quiet for a while, the bright city lights taking our attention. She’d grip my thigh tighter when I’d serve through the busy traffic surrounding Chicago, and it made me giddy knowing I was making her nervous.
But I loved how she took in the big buildings, staring wide-eyed, asking questions about what buildings were which, making comments on where certain people lived, which stores she loved to shop at, taking for granted how “blending in” with the hustle and bustle wasn’t as easy as it used to be.
“You just need to find new places outside of cities, travel to them when you’re off tour or promo reels. It can be fairly easy to blend in, you just have to find the right crowd is all. And, you can’t dress like that.” I emphasized by nodding toward her short dress. “You look like you’re from Hollywood.”
“Why, because I’m not wearing any panties?” she said so boldly that I nearly choked on my own saliva.
“You can be very quick witted,” I coughed,