CHAPTER TEN

JAGGER

How the hell can anyone be so goddamn clueless? I want her. I’ve told her that countless times, and still she doesn’t get it.

The need to touch her is so fucking intense. I run my fingers down her cheek, loving the feel of her soft skin under my calloused fingers.

“I want everything from you. Your body underneath mine, hearing you scream my name. I want to always see you when I’m onstage and off. I want you in my fucking bed where you belong. McKinley, come back to my room tonight. I need you.”

She stares at me with wide eyes before she shakes her head no.

“I’ve already watched this movie, Jagger. I’m not interested in the live version.”

Arching an eyebrow in utter confusion, I ask, “What?”

McKinley nods like she has it all figured out.

“I don’t remember what it’s called, but the one where the hot guy asks the nerdy girl out and it’s all a sick bet with his friends. Except in this version the girl isn’t nerdy, she’s fat. I don’t know what game you’re playing, but I’m not interested. Go back to your groupies, Wild.”

I spot her so-called boyfriend talking to the groupies, and when I turn back to her, she’s gone. Goddamn it!

Scanning the room to see where she went, I’m pissed off the second I find her.

We are a cool band, so we let the roadies come to the majority of our parties, but that might stop now. She has her arms around Randy’s neck, his on her hips, as they dance to whatever bullshit song is playing. Fury travels through my blood as I approach them. I’m about two seconds from firing this asshole.

“Get your fucking hands off her. Now. Before I cut them off.”

Randy stares at me with shock, and immediately removes his hands from my girl. She may not realize it yet, but she is mine. And I won’t allow anyone to touch her.

She turns to me with a glare, crossing her arms over her chest angrily.

“What’s your problem, Wild?”

I grab her arms, uncrossing them, and yank her by the arm to the hallway, where it’s quieter.

Pushing her up against the wall, enjoying the gasp from her sweet lips, I growl, “You’re my fucking problem, McKinley.”

Wrapping my hand around her throat, just under her chin, I rub my thumb over her lips.

“I need you. I’m on fire for you. I’m fucking desperate for you.”

Her lips turn up into a sassy little smirk.

“It sounds like you don’t need me. Perhaps a firefighter would be more appropriate in this case.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Leaning down to kiss her, she stops me in my tracks. Closing her eyes tight, she speaks in a low, tired sounding voice.

“Every time you say that to me, it only reminds me that this is only a sick, twisted game. I’m begging you, Jagger, leave me alone. I’ve been through a lot of pain, and I can’t handle an ounce more.”

She takes advantage of my stunned state, and slides her ass against the wall and breaks my grasp on her.

Stopping with her back facing me, she hangs her head down.

“Just tell them you fucked me, and then everybody can get their laugh and be done with this.”

Even my stunned is fucking stunned. This is what she thinks of me? I know we don’t know each other well, but this is unbelievable. What kind of piece of shit would even do that to a woman?

I know what they say about me and some of it is true. I do fuck a lot of women, but I don’t fuck with women. They know there’s nothing more than that time. If I go for seconds, it’s a bonus for them, but it’s never guaranteed.

I stand in the hallway by myself, running a hand through my hair in frustration. This woman is driving me fucking insane. Why is this so goddamn hard? I fucking want her and I know she wants me, but she won’t give in. We both know the boyfriend is not the reason. They barely even look at each other. He is willing to practically sell her off to me, and that says everything I need to know about their relationship.

Think, Jagger, fucking think.

I’m approaching this all wrong with this girl. I need to show her that she’s more than a cheap fuck to me.

Walking back in, I find the head dildo still talking to the groupies like McKinley can’t see, and she can. He isn’t touching them so maybe she’s okay with it, but I sure as fuck wouldn’t be. These women are only after fucking a rockstar, even low quality ones like Erik.

“Ladies, time to walk away.”

“Hi, Jagger.” Candy smiles at me like I’m paying her attention, and I’m definitely not. Turning back to Erik, I lay it all out for him.

“Tomorrow, I want her dropped at my door.”

He arches an eyebrow in surprise. “When? Why?”

I laugh bitterly. “I told you, dildo. I’m taking your girl. Get her there at ten in the morning, or your tour is done.”

There are very few things I’d willingly be up for at that hour. For her, I’d be awake at any hour of the day.

Tilting his head to the side, he stares at me suspiciously. “Why so early?”

“Because I said so.”

Turning away from the unimportant piece of shit, my eyes scan the room for her once again. She stands talking to one of the groupies, which I find rather interesting. I walk over to her and interrupt her without apologies.

“Do you like bowling?”

Stopping mid sentence, she glances at me with amusement.

Giggling, she says, “Do I like bowling?”

She stands before me, tugging on her skirt like she wishes her legs were covered more. I do not.

“By the time I’m through with you, you won’t do that anymore.”

Freezing with her hand on her skirt, she questions me.

“What?”

I run my tongue over my bottom lip as my gaze travels down her body. That hourglass shape, and those thighs that will be wrapped around my head, make my dick swell.

“Pulling on your skirt like you’re exposing too much of yourself. As if you aren’t the fucking hottest thing in this room. Hell, any room you are in. The only thing is, baby, I don’t think I’ll ever be done with you. I think you’re the kind of woman that changes a man. Once I feel your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock, it’s probably going to be game over for me. You’re the kind of woman a man like me never lets go.”

Her mouth forms an ‘O’ as she stares at me, like I’ve shocked her to her core.

“Wild, I can assure you, I am not the type of woman you suggest I am. I’m nothing. Look at her,” she points to Ashley.

“She’s special. Gorgeous from head to toe. Long blonde hair. That’s the woman you want. She looks like she should be on the cover of a magazine. I’m nothing exciting, but she is.”

I chuckle, and omit the fact that I’ve fucked her more than once, and that she has already graced dozens of magazine covers.

“Not what I want, filthy girl.”

Not being able to help myself, I place my hand on her hip and pull her closer to me. Leaning down, I speak low into her ear.

“Tomorrow, the asshole will bring you to my room. We are going bowling.”

Sliding my hand around to her back, I groan, “So fucking beautiful. And don’t argue with me. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, right? This is not a goddamn game. No matter what anyone else has ever told you, you’re fucking stunning. You’re delicate, but stronger than you think you are. Curves in all the right places. You tantalize me. We are going bowling. Just the two of us.”

Pulling back, I gaze into her eyes.

With a wink, I say, “I can’t wait to see how you handle my balls.”

I watch as her lips pull into the softest smile, and it makes my heart pound. She’s going to drive me insane.

“Bowling,” she says quietly.

“That’s gonna be bad for your rep, Wild. Bowling is the least sexy sport there is. People are going to think you’re getting old.”

I chuckle as I run my fingers down her arm.

“I’ll take my chances. Somehow, I think it’ll be worth it. Besides, my publicist says there’s no such thing as bad press. I’m going to my room early. I have to be up early to see a beautiful girl. Unless, of course, you’d like to join me. And in that case, it will be a very late night.”

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and shakes her head.

“Goodnight, Wild.”

Leaning down, I inhale the scent of her neck. Kissing her softly, I groan, “Dream of me. Oh, and don’t let him touch what’s mine. I don’t share.”

Without another look, I head away from the party and go to my room. I won’t be going straight to sleep, as I’ve let her think. First, I’m going to have to jerk off, which is not my normal thing. I can’t even remember the last time I had to stroke my own fucking dick.