Lost in the Neon Lights (Unexpected Love #2)

Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE

kate

A loud bang jolts me awake from a night of tossing and turning. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t sleep for more than thirty minutes before waking in a panic from the tour bus's sudden movement.

Meanwhile, Jake is passed out, oblivious to everything. This is all completely normal for him. Not so much for me. It’s my first weekend on the road for Jake’s summer tour, and opening night could’ve gone better.

Don’t get me wrong. Watching him perform was breathtaking, transforming into his stage persona, Chase Elliott, as soon as the intense lights hit his face.

He becomes this high-octane performer who woos the crowd with his silky voice and dazzles them with unexpected dance moves.

It’s impossible not to be transfixed by him.

And the moment he’s off stage, he’s back to being my Jake.

My best friend.

Love of my life.

Everything about last night was perfect until I tried to fall asleep in his arms—while the tour bus hurled us down the highway to our next destination. Forcing me to put all my trust in a driver I met earlier that day.

Not even the multiple earthshattering orgasms Jake gave me were enough to allow me to drift off. It’s a real problem when science stops working for you. I might still be new to this whole orgasms-make-you-sleep concept, but it usually works one hundred percent of the time for me…until last night.

Another loud bang startles me, causing me to sit up in bed with Jake’s arms still draped across my waist. This man could sleep through a tornado without batting an eye.

“Wake up, Jake. I think someone’s knocking on the door.

” I shake him gently, getting no response.

It was about an hour ago when the bus finally parked at what I can only assume is the next tour location.

I mistakenly thought I had a chance to get some sleep once we stopped, but the incessant pounding has made that unlikely.

“Mm-hmm,” he mumbles, pulling me in closer.

His erection pokes against my thigh, eliciting heat to pool between my legs immediately. While I’d love nothing more than a round of morning sex to erase some of my tension, I don’t think we have the luxury of time.

“Jake, you need to get up. Someone clearly needs to talk to you.”

“They can wait. I’m in bed with my girl,” he murmurs, rolling on top of me in one quick movement that takes my breath away. His sleepy eyes open with a hunger I’ve seen many times before. I know exactly where it leads—his head between my legs. “No one interrupts me when I’m in bed with you.”

“But the banging—”

He presses his lips against mine, effectively cutting off my ability to think.

“It’s my assistant, Max. This is how he normally wakes me up on tour, because I refuse to sleep with my phone in the bedroom.

He pounds on the door for fifteen minutes and then leaves.

” He slides his rough hands, calloused from years of playing the guitar, under the T-shirt I’m wearing.

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t do this tomorrow. ”

“Okay,” I whisper, unable to concentrate on anything but his hands on my skin. Although the noise hasn’t stopped, it’s muffled by the sensations tingling throughout my body. “Should we tell him you’re up?”

He shakes his head and lightly drags the tip of his tongue up my neck.

“I’m not getting out of this bed until I’ve properly welcomed you to whatever town we’re in this morning.

” A wicked gleam flashes across his face as he palms my breasts.

“I promised you a good time on the tour, and I plan to deliver. Every. Single. Fucking. Day.”

I inhale sharply. This man is insatiable. Who am I kidding? So am I. It doesn’t matter how many times we have sex; I always want more. Craving more of his touch. More of his lips on my skin. More of the incredible intimacy I’ve only ever felt with him.

And let’s not forget the orgasms this man easily coaxes out of my body. Like he was solely put on this earth to make me lose my mind.

I shudder as his fingers trace along my hipbone, internally pleading for him to touch me where I want him the most. But that’s not his style. He thrives on winding me up, teasing me for as long as possible until I literally beg him to send me over the edge.

There’s so much I didn’t understand until he came back into my life.

What it feels like to be blissfully happy almost every day.

What true love really means. He’s given me a sense of peace, calming my insecurities of abandonment and unworthiness that I’ve battled for years.

Proven that anything is possible when you’re with the right person.

His fingers lightly stroke my inner thighs, dancing dangerously close to my pussy without touching it and drawing an uncontrollable whimper from my lips.

“How should I take you? So many delectable options to choose from. So many places inside this bus we have yet to christen. Spread out on the table? Bent over the sofa? On your hands and knees in our bed? Facedown on the mattress? And there’s always the shower.

I know how much you love to be fucked with hot water cascading on us.

” He drags his teeth down the side of my neck and runs his fingers over my slick folds, causing my back to slightly arch off the bed.

“Do you have a preference, Kate? It’s our first morning on tour.

I want it to be memorable. Want you thinking about it when I’m on stage.

Counting down the minutes until I’m buried inside you again.

Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you. ”

“I want…” I pant, unable to think clearly as he teases my pussy.

“Yes, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my neck, his breath hot on my skin. “What do you want?”

“I want all of it—with you. Everything.”

“Fuck. I love you, Kate. You’re my entire world.”

His mouth crashes against mine with a level of ferocity I haven’t felt from him before. Like he’s dying of thirst and I’m the first water he’s seen in months. The answer to his prayers. The missing puzzle piece. The match that ignites the inferno within him.

He breaks free from our kiss, and my lips already miss his. We’re breathing heavily and staring deeply into each other’s eyes, taking in the moment. Appreciating that we’re here together.

“On your hands and knees,” he orders, pinching my nipple before rolling off me and standing.

There isn’t much space in this bedroom for the sexcapades he likes to indulge in when we’re at home, in Nashville or Chicago, but it should work for what he has in mind this morning.

I bite my lip, looking at his glorious naked body.

Allowing my gaze to go from his captivating steel-blue eyes to the chiseled definition of his pecs and abs to his fucking girthy cock that will stretch me to the brink.

Part of me wants to play hard to get. Make him earn the privilege of being inside me.

He loves it when I defy one of his commands, and I tend to benefit from his so-called punishments for my disobedience.

But I’m going to be a good girl today. Start the morning on the right foot.

Surprise him with some insubordination later.

I smirk as he strokes his cock, using the bead of precum at the tip as a lubricant down his hard length.

After pushing the covers over my body and removing my shirt, I slowly crawl toward him at the end of the bed.

My eyes never leave his, locked on him like he’s a lighthouse in the night and I’m a boat trying to go home.

Because that’s what he is to me. Home.

When I reach the edge of the mattress, I lazily run my fingertips up and down his chest as he shudders from the touch. I lean in and give him a chaste kiss before turning around to do exactly what I’m told. Talk about a great way to start the day.

“Fuck. You’re soaked for me,” he says, rubbing the tip of his dick on the outside of my pussy.

His precum mixes with my arousal, making me wetter with every stroke. He knows exactly what he’s doing, trying to rile me up until I beg him to fuck me. Not that it will take long. I’m practically dying already.

“Brace yourself, sweetheart. It’s going to be hard and fast.”

I groan with anticipation. With my palms against the bottom of the headboard, he slides fully into me, not giving me any time to get used to his size. A combination of pain and pleasure overtakes my senses as my core stretches to accommodate him.

“Fuck. Your pussy feels fucking amazing wrapped around my cock. I’d spend all day buried inside you if I could,” he growls, thrusting into me at a frenzied pace.

I can’t help but moan with every drive of his hips as my orgasm starts to build.

“Oh my God. Don’t stop, Jake,” I pant, bracing my hands on the bed and dropping my chest closer to the mattress to allow him to penetrate deeper. The slight shift immediately accelerates my release, sending it into overdrive with only a few thrusts. “Fuck. I’m going to come—”

“Chase. It’s time to get up. Soundcheck is in an hour,” an unknown voice calls out, pounding on the bedroom door once more and beginning to slide it open.

Sheer panic consumes me at the proximity of the voice and the door starting to move.

“Don’t you fucking dare come into this room, Max,” Jake barks, buried inside me, with one hand on my hip and the other pushing against the door, preventing it from moving further. “You need to leave the bus. Now.”

“Okay. At least you’re up. Are you going to grace us with your presence any time soon?” Jake’s assistant, Max, asks from the other side of the door.

“Depends on how long it takes you to get the fuck off my bus.”

“Fine. I’m going, but I need you ready in thirty,” Max shouts before he slams the door of the bus.

Aghast by what almost happened, I turn to look at Jake, who drags his hand down his face.

With his cock still in me and a tight grip on my hip, he blows out a deep breath. “Fuck. This is not how I envisioned our first morning on tour going. I’m so sorry about this, Kate.”

“It’s fine,” I murmur, my gaze fixated on him. “Shouldn’t you probably get out of me? Sounds like you have important things to do.”

“Starting with firing Max.”

“You’re not going to fire him.”

“He interrupted me fucking my girl. That’s a fireable offense in my book.”

I shake my head at how ludicrous that comment sounds and inch forward, assuming sexy time is over until Jake tightens his hold on me, thrusting again.

“We’re not done yet. Not until you’re screaming my name.

” His fingers dig into my hips as he picks up the pace like we weren’t previously disturbed.

As if he doesn’t care who might hear us.

“Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?” His voice is low and gravelly, sending a wave of heat straight to my core.

“Always,” I purr, leaning so he can pound into me deeper. It doesn’t take long before I’m whimpering, completely at his mercy and ready to explode. “Fuck. Don’t stop. I’m so fucking close.”

He increases his pace, going from a steady rhythm to a frenetic jackhammering that sends me over the edge.

“Holy fuck, Jake. Oh my God,” I pant as my pussy clenches around his cock, squeezing it tighter every second. My breathing becomes erratic as I push against him to ride out my orgasm, desperate to milk every ounce of pleasure from both of us.

“Fuck. That was incredible. We need to start every morning on tour that way,” Jake says as he helps me stand.

“Minus the intrusion from Max. I’ll make sure that never happens again.

” He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into him until our bare chests are pressed against each other.

“You make me so fucking happy, Kate. I love you.”

“I love you, Jake,” I reply, gazing into his eyes with an overwhelming sense of rightness I’m hoping stays for the foreseeable future.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I let my body relax into him, choosing to ignore the reality that we are days away from life becoming more chaotic once his fans realize we’re together.

It’s a miracle we’ve been able to fly under the radar for the past three months.

His publicist, Anna, has attempted to prepare me and warned it will ultimately be a baptism-by-fire experience.

One I’m internally dreading and externally pretending will be fine.

Although going public with our relationship is what needs to happen, I don’t love the idea of my private life becoming internet fodder.

I guess this is what happens when you fall in love with your childhood best friend, who happens to be a country music superstar.

If only he weren’t previously seen as the Leo DiCaprio of country music, we might be able to escape the onslaught I fear is about to happen.