Chapter 10
Maddy
I pat the chair next to me as if Jett is known to sit still for any length of time. He perches on it instead, firing me with that steely gaze. I feel myself turning red, and not just because I’m a pale Brit with a goth family under the bright LA summer sun.
“Look at the effect we have on people, Baby.”
I sit up straight to face him. “And what effect is that, Jett Raven? I don’t want to hear about our greenish eyes and pale ass skin and black hair and how good we look together.”
Something is fucking happening right now, and it can’t just be skin deep!
“Maybe that’s just part of it,” he says, ankle brushing mine.
My ankle is tingling now. Seriously? I know Jett is super affectionate like my parents and me, and yet I haven’t paid much attention to his touch before because it was just … natural. This? It’s more like … a fire show at Burning Man after you’ve had your first mushroom supernatural.
“You think the first moment we met went viral just because of how we look? We didn’t even look like ourselves, Mads!”
My stomach backflips. I know what he’s talking about, I’m just not sure I’m ready to admit it. But he is. And hearing it aloud for the first time sends blood rushing to areas it really doesn’t need to be in. I hate that my knee starts to jiggle anxiously. I've never been anxious around Jett before.
I sigh. “And if it isn’t our looks … or rock-related association, what is it?”
“Chemistry, Baby.”
I can only inhale about half the amount of oxygen I need. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“No?”
I shake my head, but my God damn lips quirk up at the corners, giving me away. I try to straighten them out. The preconceived idea of what Jett and I were to each other comes tumbling out of my mouth like a script written by my left brain. Words that feel wrong as soon as they leave my lips.
“I mean, we’ve always had friendchem, Jett, if that’s what you mean. Just because we’re close and cameras like our vibe doesn’t mean there’s more to it than that.” My voice quivers, and even I don’t believe me.
“Interesting,” he says, biting his lip. I want to wrestle it free with my own teeth and devour his mouth with mine.
WTF? I have never thought about kissing Jett, but now that the thought is there, I can’t get rid of it. The lips and tongue I thought were comically large for his teenage face now look so lush, so delicious on him, now that he's all man. Suddenly I'm the one who's starving.
“Because as a family we’re close, sure, but – we’ve never been that kinda close, Baby. Because I felt something in the pool house, in the pool, that was like – the complete fuckin’ opposite of whatever the bloody hell friendchem is.”
I swallow so loud and thick I'm basically a cartoon character at this point. “And what was that?”
Jett stands and looks over his shoulder at the house and then back at me. “A distinct change in how you react to me, Baby.” He inches closer, and my heart jackhammers, threatening to crack my ribs. An effect Jett has never had on me before, and it’s honestly terrifying.
“Thought for sure I felt … I mean, coulda been a fluke, but … mind if I … check?”
I must nod as Jett takes a step closer. Check what now? Why did I nod, and who has taken over my body?
His shorts are slung so low on his hips that I see hipbones I need to lick, with tattooed black roses on each side, accenting them.
They did not look like that before; my brain isn’t making this shit up.
Don’t even get me started on the chiselled V-line that used to be cute and soft and cuddly as hell.
He’s the hottest thing I have ever seen, and I just don’t know how I can feel so blindsided.
I lie against the back of my lounge chair and stretch my legs out like I know what’s coming.
But my entire world is being thrown upside down, and I don’t even have the brain capacity to think about what might happen next.
Now he’s hovering over me, one foot on either side of the chair.
My breath catches in my throat as he sits down. Right. On. My. Crotch.
I suck the stuck oxygen in with a harsh gasp and nearly make myself choke. “Jett! They’re going to see!” I sputter.
He shifts his hips against mine, and I feel him. Scratch my world being upside down, it’s straight up on fire. His fingers grip my hips, and the reaction isn’t like the pool house or the pool.
The alarming desire I feel for Jett mingles with the phantom feeling of the first time he squeezed me there, nearly eight years ago. If there was a babbling brook between my thighs before, well, now there’s a raging river.
“I don’t care right now; I only care about what I’m feeling, Baby.
Between your legs. I wanted to make sure I didn’t imagine it when you wrapped your perfect legs around me in the pool house, or when you pushed your divine pussy against the back of my skull in the pool.
You can lie, your pretty lips can spout all kinds of bullshit, but you can’t deny how wet you’ve been since I picked you up in there.
You’re driving me absolutely mental, darling, and there is zero chance I’m going back to being overlooked. ”
“Jett.” I don’t mean to, I swear, but his name escapes my lips as a needy, desperate whine.
Since when am I needy for Jett Raven? There is a perfectly sexy rebound boy waiting for me inside. No strings attached. This? This is a fucking web! Mum calls Jett and I her babies. More than one reporter has asked if he's my illegitimate half brother. Why am I so twisted?
He rewards me with a jolt of pleasure as he thrusts his thick erection against my core, and his name falls from my lips again like a prayer.
“Mads. My Mads.” His voice is low and gravely like I've never heard it, his eyes darkening with lust.
Jett is lusting after me. Me! I’m the one making him rock hard. Holy shit!
This should feel wrong, so wrong. My dad’s practically adopted protegé! His self-proclaimed son, his ‘rock progeny,’ his only best friend he hasn’t known for forty-plus years, grinding his dick against me? I should tell him it’s wrong, I should run for the hills!
Why don’t I want to run for the hills?
“Do you understand what you’ve fuckin’ awakened in me, Baby?
” I nod furiously, and he nearly laughs before a striking look of pain mixed with pleasure settles into his features, “Of course you feel it, yeah?” I moan in response, and his eyes roll back in his head.
“Fuck, do you know how long I—” he stops himself, but his reaction to just one little sound I made is literally altering my brain chemistry.
He thrusts against me again, and I’m not being dramatic.
I can feel my head, and it feels different.
“Awakened as in, I’m usually all right at keeping it dormant.
God damn, I can’t believe you’re this way for me, right now, after so long.
Y-you’re soaking through several layers, Mads.
It’s about time you admit we’ve moved past being just friends. ”
My eyes glance to the French doors that are practically all glass; we’re safe …
for now. I can’t keep lying to Jett, not with how soaked he’s making me, like more soaked than Ace ever could.
I’m realizing what I thought was desire for Ace Archer was hardly that; it must’ve simply been a need to be desired.
This?! This is completely different. This aching need overrides every system in my body, and I don’t think I’ve ever experienced anything like it.
I don’t know how, I don’t know why, but my friend Jett, the adorable, spontaneous, bouncing off the walls boy who loves my family like his own, has made me so needy I’m dripping. I might as well admit it.
“More than friends,” I confirm, my hips lifting up to meet his desperately. Those hips must’ve been custom-designed by the devil himself with the way they press into me in those slow, sensual circles before turning into little, yes, brain-chemistry-altering thrusts.
It’s as undeniable as it is strange. I’m experiencing more pleasure grinding against someone media outlets refer to as the fourth Morningstar kid than I ever felt in all the times Ace and I had actual sex.
I am not who I was then; hell, I’m not who I was this morning.
And Jett will never be who he was to me before, ever again.
My clit throbbing between my legs makes all rational thoughts hop right out the door, and my breath becomes ragged like I’ve just been running, and I hate running.
“More, whatever more looks like … that’s what I want. W-what do you want from me, Jett?”
Jett gazes at me like he’s just been given the keys to the kingdom. “Everything.”
My brain tingles and sends them rushing through my nervous system, every part of me lit up like a Christmas tree.
His hand leaves my hip and travels incredibly slowly up my body until he’s resting his tattooed fingers at the column of my throat.
No one has ever dared touch me there, and my nervous system short-circuits.
Fuck if it doesn’t make me want to kick every living soul out of that house and drag Jett to my bedroom this instant.
“I want all of you, Baby. Telling you how long I’ve wanted you, wanted inside you, would be bloody awkward, to say the least. Is that what you want, because, if it’s not …
” His jaw flexes. “Can you please tell me now? Because I’ve had every diabolical thing I’ve ever wanted to do to you outlined in my head for an extraordinarily long time, and it’s become a very lengthy, detailed list.”
“Want,” I pant and nod fervently, “need. Did you say lengthy?” Wait, he's wanted me for how long?
Jett grins wickedly. “Mmm, good. And yes, I did, and I meant it. But before we can have that, you will need to be wined and dined and properly fuckin’ adored, Mads.
Because you’re not some random person I just met.
Not even close. And before I do that, we’ll have to convince your parents that this is something they want for us. You up for the task?”
“Yes,” I answer resolutely, “I-I could convince them the sky is green.”
“Good,” he says, his fingers squeezing gently. “Now … the problem of this wanker off the telly. You’ve been fucking him?”
“No! I mean, I thought Gage could help distract me from my public betrayal, sure. But no, we haven’t even kissed yet.”
“And you’re not going to, are you? You’re going to continue this, ‘I have a stomach-ache,’ charade until he goes home, right?”
I nod stupidly. How did he know I told Gage I was nauseous?
“Good. Because if anyone is gonna make you forget every asshole who’s made the unfortunate mistake of treating you poorly, it’s gonna be me. Now … do you know how to delete this particular scene from the security cameras?”
“Of course.”
“Brilliant. Because if I don’t kiss you now, I feel like I might die, Baby.”
My body vibrates with a delicious mix of lust and fear. I check the door one more time, and it’s still clear.
“Then kiss me, Jett, your cock is of no use to me if you’re a ghost.”
He looks like he doesn’t know whether to laugh or eat me alive.
I scratch my nails through his hair, pulling him down until his mouth meets mine.
His pillowy lips are a revelation; incredibly soft yet starving.
Desperate for me. Me! They’re everything my life’s been lacking, and it’s suddenly so obvious.
I’d be kicking myself for not tasting them years ago if I weren’t distracted by those perfect teeth teasing at my lower lip, parting them open for his hot tongue.
His tongue is insane, it’s unhinged, it’s mind-blowing, and as soon as it wraps around mine, I’m positively feral.
He tastes like lime and pina colada and everything I’ve been fucking missing.
A jolt of powerful need goes straight to my aching core, and I moan into his mouth, and he makes a similar, desperate sound.
I wrap my legs around his perfect little ass, dragging him impossibly closer, and his fingers thread through my hair and tug.
We hear a clicking sound, and Jett flies off me with his hands held in front of his tented crotch.
Thankfully, it’s just my dad’s favorite dog, a corgi he so affectionately named Lucifer, tapping her nails on the glass to be let out.
“Goddammit, Luci!” I huff, and Jett clutches his chest like he nearly had a heart attack. “Sorry, that dog’s an asshole!”
“Kinda has to be with a name like that. Last time I was here writing with Dad, she ate my Italian loafers!” Jett says, looking back at me like I’m Aphrodite herself. “It’s just, I really, really didn’t want to stop. That dog’s days are numbered.”
I groan in frustration and start apologizing again, but he helps me off the chair and takes my chin in his hand.
“You know that feeling, waking up from a dream you don’t wanna wake up from?”
All I see are those softer than a cloud lips again, and dammit, I want them back on me so bad I could cry. I sound like I fell off the cover of the world's cheesiest rom-com and hit my head on the way down, but I couldn’t care less.
“If this is a dream, I don’t wanna wake up at all, Jett.”
His grip on my jaw tightens as he pulls me into him, his stupidly big mouth enveloping mine with no chance to escape.
His cock strains through his trunks, hard length pressing against my belly until I can’t think or breathe.
I want to drop to my knees right here on the pool deck and show Jett I finally understand what desire is.
When Luci starts howling at us through the glass, we jump backwards.
We sigh and curse that fucking dog with a frustration-filled huff.
We give up for now, walking around the pool towards the house with Jett’s hand firmly planted on the small of my back.
It feels like it's belonged there all along. I honest to God can’t believe I just had my close, long time family friend’s dick pressed against me so close I lost my mind.
The realization that I haven’t come to my senses and will not stop until I have him inside me is, frankly, just as surprising. No, this isn't like me, but I don't feel like that perfectly curated me anymore, anyway.
“Want me to make sure your family’s distracted so you can mess with the camera footage? I think the conversation will go a lot better with them having not seen that.” I nod. “You want me to stay for that lovely chat tonight? I can help—”
“Jett, they love you, but—”
“But you’re their Baby?”
“Exactly,” I sigh, not wanting to have the conversation at all, but knowing it has to be done.
Sometimes arguments involving Jett can turn into a three-ring circus, and I have a feeling handling this myself might be … less messy. I’m not too worried, though, because I know nothing is going to stop me. I don’t need a lot in my life, but I’m ready to admit it now. I need Jett.