CHAPTER THIRTEEN

MCKINLEY

“Do you understand?” He growls, causing my pussy to act like it has a heartbeat of its own.

“Yes, Rock God,” I say sarcastically.

“Filthy girl, I’ll make you see fucking stars, but it won’t be you praising me. I’ll praise you, and make you realize how goddamn perfect you are.”

“Jagger,” I whisper.

He reaches his hand into my hair and pulls me down to him. “Tonight you stay with me.”

Moving quickly, he lays me down on the couch, as he wedges himself between my thighs and kisses me. It’s not soft but with urgency. Like it’s been painful to not have his lips on mine. He grinds his cock against my pussy as he pushes his tongue into my mouth with a groan. Jagger holds himself up, with one hand on the couch beside my head and the other on my face, holding my head in place as he continues to grind against me.

“Jesus Christ,” he groans loudly.

“Do you have any idea how fucking badly I want to be inside you, filthy girl?”

I shake my head no, but add, “Show me. Fuck me, Jagger. I need you.”

He closes his eyes tight, like he’s trying to restrain himself, but I don’t understand why.

Standing up, he says, “I can’t. Not like this.”

I sit up and ask, “Is this about Erik?”

Turning to me with a clenched jaw, he says, “Don’t talk about him when I have a hard dick. No, it’s not about him. It’s about you.”

JAGGER

I watch her face fall, and instantly feel like a giant asshole. Walking over to her, I kneel in front of her. “McKinley, not like that. You know I want you and I will have you, but not here. Not the first time. This is where I’d fuck a groupie, and you’re more than that. I want to do this right.”

She pulls on the bottom of her pink shirt as she stares down. My lost girl. He broke her, and I can see it clearly for the first time. I knew he treated her like shit, but I don’t think I saw how much he fucked her up, until right now. I’m terrified that she’s going to think it really was a game, and now that she gave in, I’m done.

I take her hands in mine. “Baby, look at me.”

Her lashes flutter as she lifts her gaze to mine. “I told you, I’m really fucked up. You don’t deserve this, Jagger. You should find someone else. I’ll only bring you down.”

I know she believes the words coming out of her sexy mouth, but she’s fucking wrong.

“I don’t care. We will work through this shit together, McKinley. There are no other women. I don’t even know they exist anymore. I’m so fucking obsessed with you, the thought of anyone else makes me sick. Only you. Since the day I met you, all I’ve thought about is being inside you. Nothing has changed.”

She nods slowly, like she understands, but I’m not sure she does. How the fuck can I explain to her how fucking consumed I am by her, without sending her running in the opposite direction?

I lift her hand to my lips and kiss her soft skin.

“Let’s get you fed first. Are you ready for dinner, baby?”

With a soft smile, she speaks quietly, “Yes.”

I rise, and pull her off the sofa and her into my arms, and kiss her on the forehead.

“Where are we going? Am I dressed okay?”

I chuckle softly. “To my room, baby. I want to be alone with you, and if we go to a restaurant, I’ll be interrupted every five minutes for an autograph.”

I put my arm around her shoulder and pull her in close to me, as we walk out the door. We make it out to the bus, which is surrounded by screaming fans waiting, and she makes a face when she sees the picture of the sexy woman on the side of the bus.

“Really?” she pouts, and it should be annoying, but on her it’s adorable.

“Don’t be jealous, filthy girl. She has nothing on you.”

She slaps me on the chest. “Shut up.”

Normally, I’d stop and sign a few autographs, but right now, she’s the only thing on my mind. I feel like I’ve waited a damn lifetime for her, and I can’t handle a few more minutes.

We walk onto the bus, and my bandmates stare at her with matching expressions of disbelief.

“Guys, this is McKinley.”

She waves awkwardly. “Hi.”

None of us are ever speechless, but suddenly the guys in my band are. Chances are they didn’t think I’d ever get her. I was beginning to have doubts myself.

“Sit here.” I point to the two seats together near the front, and when she does, I climb in beside her.

“How often do you fly, and how often do you take the bus?”

I shrug. “It depends. If we can drive and make it on time, we try to. If it’s overseas, of course, we fly. And sometimes we can’t make it to the show on time if we don’t fly. We probably drive seventy percent of the time, if I had to guess.”

She nods, and I can see the wheels turning in her brain, but she doesn’t say anything for a few minutes, but then I figure out where her mind is when she finally does.

“Where are you going next?”

She turns her head to the window and stares outside, like it holds the answers to all of life’s questions.

“Santa Fe.”

She swallows hard. “Okay, maybe I can go with you, and then I’ll get a flight back home from there. Would that be alright? If not, I can leave from here. Yeah, that’s probably better. I’m so-”

“Baby, stop.”

She nods like she understands what I’m trying to say, but she most definitely doesn’t.

“You’re right. Let’s not make a big deal out of things. I’ll see you when I see you.”

I watch her pull on the bottom of her shirt and I swear I can see the spiraling. She is second guessing everything, and I will not fucking allow it.

“McKinley, can you breathe now, please?”

She gazes at me while I shake my head at her. “Do you really not get it? You aren’t going home to that fucking house with him. I want you with me.”

“I can’t stay, Jagger. You have a job. I don’t. I need to go home and find something.”

“Why don’t you have a job?”

She shrugs her shoulders. “He fired me. I can’t say that I blame him.”

After everything he has done to her, I sure as fuck do blame him.

“You’ll work for me then.”

She rolls her eyes like I’m an idiot. “Doing what exactly?”

I don’t actually have an answer for that, so I tell her what I do know.

“You won’t need money, baby. I’ll take care of you without making you feel like shit about yourself. If there’s something you want to do for work, the job is yours. I don’t give a fuck what it is.”

She laughs uncomfortably. “I want to be the lead singer of The Dark Notes.”

I arch an eyebrow, as I stare at that smile that makes my fucking heart skip a beat.

“Is that so, filthy girl?”

She nods slowly. “It is. My lifelong dream, really.”

“The next show, you can get up on stage and sing.”

Instantly she flashes me a horrified expression.

“No, I was kidding. I can’t sing.”

I run my thumb down her cheek. “Thank god, because I was seriously worried I was going to lose my job.”

She crinkles her nose. “Your job is safe. I don’t want those nasty panties thrown at me.”

I lean down and kiss her neck softly. “I only want yours.”

McKinley giggles. “You’re such a pervert.”

“Oh baby, you have no idea, but you will find out.”