Chapter 32
I walk into the primary suite and it’s quiet. If only she would’ve showered in here. I’d wash her back—and more.
Shucking my clothes, I open the bathroom door and stop short. Jenna, covered in bubbles, blinks. She leans forward, “I thought I’d be done before you got here. Your bathtub was so inviting and there’s only a shower in my room.”
If I didn’t have any sexual restrictions, I would climb into the bathtub and make her scream my name in passion. Several times. I consider this option for a split second before shaking my head. No way am I healed enough to maneuver the high-lipped tub, let alone do anything more pleasurable.
Her eyes home in on my cock, which bounces in greeting. Her mouth drops open.
I strut to the tub. Dropping my voice to a low tenor, I rumble, “If my therapy was further along, I’d join you. You’d always remember my bathtub afterward.”
Her cheeks flush.
I sit on the ledge. “Another reason you have to come with UC on tour. Who knows how many bathtubs we could christen.” My hand plunges under the water to land on her leg. Her breathing hitches. “I could make you feel so good right now, though. Can I do that for you?” I trail my fingers toward her knee.
“You need to shower.”
“Later. After I’m done with you, so long as you join me.” I have no illusion this will happen, but—hey—nothing ventured, nothing gained, as they say.
Her legs swing shut, trapping my palm between them. She wails, “What are you doing to me?” Her head rests against the towel on the back of the tub.
I can take a hint. I reposition myself so I’m not in any danger of reinjuring myself. Using my free hand, I close the distance between our mouths in a kiss that’s as wild as it is unrestrained. My other hand inches upward until my finger slips between her folds. Even though she’s covered in bubbles, I’m sure she’s wet because of me.
My fingers mimic how our tongues dance. I slide into her opening while my thumb circles her clit. Around her, the water moves as if it’s a living thing, causing bubbles to flow into my chest and onto the marble floor. I don’t care. The only thing that matters is making her feel good.
She moans.
Oh so good.
I pinch her nipple and her legs spread as wide as possible given the confines of the tub. Her breath comes in pants. My erection weeps in longing.
Our kisses deepen. My fingers rock in and out of her pussy. Water splashes overboard.
“Bennett!” Her body freezes, then she comes all over my hand. I prolong her bliss for as long as possible. When she slumps against the tub, I dry my fingers. In my mouth.
“I can’t believe that happened.”
Releasing my fingers, I stand, staring down into her languid grey eyes. “I can. It’ll only get better, I promise. ”
I turn and walk into the shower positioned in front of the tub, my cock begging for relief. I turn on the spray, which fuels my need to get off right now. I stroke my erection and pretend it’s her hand on me. My groan echoes through the bathroom.
Like I conjured her, the door to the shower opens and a blonde head appears before me. “Let me help you out.” Her hand replaces mine on my shaft.
I know her professional ethics require we don’t have a relationship. “I don’t want you to compromise your principles.”
Standing under the spray, she says, “I want to do this. For you. And me.” Her mouth closes around my cock and all higher brain functioning ceases. She sucks and swallows and swirls her tongue around me. Her hand squeezes my shaft, then dips below to play with my balls.
I widen my stance, my thigh not issuing one complaint. My head almost explodes with the way her throat closes around me. In no time at all, I can’t hold back any longer. “Jenna,” I warn. “You need to step back.”
Instead of doing what I told her, she hums around my cock. I can’t stop what happens from here. Blindly, I reach out and cup the back of her head, guiding her to take all of me. With a final growl, I fly over the cliff.
When I return to my senses, I release her from my grip and my cock pops out of her mouth. She giggles.
The most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
“Come here, you.” I pull her to my body. We kiss like I’m not leaving on tour in mere hours.
After we wash away our extracurricular activities, we wrap fluffy white towels around us and stand in front of the mirror. “You’re amazing.”
Pink slides up her neck. “You’re not too shabby yourself.”
Phones ringing pierce our happiness. Damn. Thought we’d have more time to do what we just did. Glancing at each other, we leave our steamy cocoon in search of our cells. I hear her say, “Hey Court, everything alright? I have something I want to discuss with you.”
I answer my own phone, “Luke. This better be good.”
Our manager replies, “B. PR is on it.”
Nothing good comes after this statement. Ever. “What happened?”
Next to me, Jenna screams, “Oh my God!”
I turn to her as she clicks on a link Courtney obviously sent her. In my ear, Luke presses, “Seems it’s been leaked Jenna’s going to join UC on tour. Not the reason.”
Jenna’s eyes turn watery. “I can’t believe this.”
I demand, “What else?”
Luke pauses.
Jenna yells, “I have to leave!” She runs out of the room, her towel flapping behind her and jaw set at a hard angle.
Our manager says, “I can’t believe they contacted Darren’s family.”
Darren?
Something is really, really wrong. “Send me the link,” I snarl into the phone. The ping comes a second later.
Disconnecting the line, I read the story from The Gossip :
Black Widow Prepares to Strike Again
Rumor has it that Jenna Westfield, the former girlfriend of Darren Hilliard—original keyboardist in the hit band Untamed Coaster who overdosed nearly two years ago—will be going on the road again with the band. This time, she’s set her sights on the lead singer, Bennett Hardy. Will he suffer the same fate?
Lately, Hardy has been seen in Aroostook, New York, home of reality TV stars King and Angie Hunte. It’s also Westfield’s hometown, where she owns a couple of physical therapy clinics called At Your Service PT .
According to Hardy’s girlfriend, Lissa Baker, they were having dinner when Westfield appeared at their table. “I made it clear his songs are all about me,” the buxom influencer states. Pushing her long, blonde hair behind her ear, she stares at this reporter with mesmerizing blue eyes. “Bennett has been in love with me since high school. We had a torrid love affair before UC started, which pulled him away. Since we’ve reconnected, no other woman will get between us.”
Based on a tip Westfield is going to join the band on their first tour since Hilliard’s death, we contacted the former keyboardist’s mother for comment. We were not disappointed.
“That Westfield woman should be ashamed of herself,” Ms. Hilliard responded. “She killed my poor son after getting him hooked on pain medicine. It was her failure to supervise him properly that led to his funeral. She shouldn’t be allowed into a homeless shelter, let alone touring with the band she helped bring to its knees.”
Her daughter, Hilliard’s sister Marni Hilliard, agrees. “Westfield had Darren wrapped around her little finger.” Her mother adds, “My poor son granted her every wish. I pray every night that Bennett is smart enough not to get caught in her web.”
Only time will tell. We here at The Gossip will keep you posted — Stay tuned.
My head lands in my hands. Now what do I do?
Next up is the second book in the Passionate Beats trilogy, Extended Bridge ~ all from Jenna’s point of view ~ which releases next month.