I grinned. It was the kind of feedback I was looking for. Matt was an objective observer.
"What did you think?" I asked Janson as I came off the stage.
"If that's how you play anger and sadness, I can't wait to hear joy. And lust." He grabbed the small of my back and pulled me in for a deep kiss. "You have no idea how crazy you make me."
Oh, by the feeling of his cock on my belly, I had some idea.
But we couldn't do that here. Could we?
"Where are you taking me?" I asked as he started to pull me off stage.
"I can't stand this anymore. I have to have you."
"Here?" I asked. It sounded like a silly fantasy, but I couldn't believe it was going to happen.
"Yes. Here. Now. You have no idea, do you?"
"No idea?"
"Every man had his eyes on you while you were playing. Every man wanted you. Well, you are mine. I have you, baby girl, and I am not letting go." He growled as he bent down and kissed me, pushing me up against the hallway in the backstage area.
"There has to be a room," I said, trying to convince him to at least take it somewhere a little more private. Lighting hands and other stage workers were walking around, staring at us.
"You better find a place soon, or I am going to take you right here, baby girl. I can't fucking wait much longer." He sounded so angry as he said it, and I knew that I was going to get yet another side of him. He had so many faces, wore so many masks, a part of me wondered if any of what I got was really him.
But I knew that they were all him. He was so complex, so mercurial, that I couldn't be surprised. I shouldn't be surprised.
He was exactly what I wanted and what I needed. And somehow, his moods always matched up with mine.
He opened door after door until he found a little room with a couch in it. "This'll have to do," he said as he pushed me into it.
I slammed against another wall, and he held me there, pressing my body against his as he assaulted my senses.
His hands moved quickly under my skirt, pushing my panties to the side where he found me wanting. Waiting for him. Completely fucking wet.
It was instantaneous. The moment he touched me, the second he whispered in that deep throaty voice of his, my body responded. I was a slave to it. I was his pawn.
He could do with me whatever he wanted, and I was powerless to stop it.
I loved him. I would do anything for him.
But I couldn't tell him that.
"Already wet, baby girl?" he asked. "Does playing on stage do that to you? Does it spike your adrenaline and get you off?" he asked.
"Not as much as your touch does," I said honestly. It was the truest statement I'd ever uttered.
"Good," he said as he pulled off those damn panties. They were only in the way. "That's a good girl."
He undid his pants, not even bothering to push them down as he pulled his monster cock out of them.
He was huge, and I wanted it. I wanted him. I needed him now.
My body wasn't going to take much more of this.
So I grabbed him and I kissed him, but he held my body still against the wall. "I need you, Janson." I said.
It was half demand and half plea. I needed him and I was going crazy wanting him.
He was there in an instant, giving me exactly what I wanted. His cock filling me to the brim. Dear god, it felt amazing.
I couldn't believe the way he entered me. Pulled my legs up and wrapped me around him, my back supported only by that flimsy wall.
"Fuck," I cried out as he shoved himself into me over and over again. It was rough, it wasn't slow and gentle. But each thrust brought me closer and closer.
We were hurried, and anyone could walk into the room at any moment.
That only added to the excitement.
I clutched onto his shoulder blades, my fingers digging into his back as I held on tight while he plowed me.
It was crazy, it was wild, and he was all mine.
"Fuck, Kat. I'm going to fucking cum," he said as he groaned out. He kept going, not ready to be stopped. Sweat poured down from his forehead. His muscular body made it look easy, but that man was getting a total workout.
When he came, I came with him. His pleasure pushing me to my own. It was the first time. The first time he came first.
And I liked it.
When he was done, we just stood there, my legs wrapped around him. He stared into my eyes and didn't say a damn word.
I knew that we belonged together, and I wasn't going to accept anything else.
Janson
I clutched Kathryn's shoulder tightly, making sure she was secure against me. I didn't want her sliding all over the car, and what's more, I wanted to feel her as close to me as possible.
I know she didn't mean to fall asleep against me in the backseat of the luxury car we were riding in, but damn, it was sexy. I didn't want to wake her up now. She was so gorgeous and peaceful, her head against my shoulder with my arms wrapped around her. I'd never seen anything more beautiful in my entire life.
I caressed her face with my free hand, the tip of my finger gliding across her delicate chin as I felt her smooth and silky skin against the weathered tips of my own. She was completely vulnerable this way. That's when it hit me.
She trusted me.
Even though she shouldn't.
And it made me want her even more. I'd fuck her anywhere I could get her, but in this very moment, the last thing I wanted to do was wake her up. She was so comfortable and cozy.
That was when I realized it, yet another revelation that I was too afraid to voice. Too afraid to even believe. But it was staring me right in the face.
I loved her.
I loved her.
I pulled her tighter into me.
"Where would you like me to go, sir?" Fredrick asked from the front seat.
"Home, Fred. But take the long way around." I wanted to watch her sleep just a little bit longer.
I grabbed the vibrating cellphone from my pocket and prayed that it didn't wake Kathryn up.
She barely stirred.
"I need you to meet me in twenty. Drop my sister off with my wife, they both need a careful eye on them."
"Why?" I asked. Greyson sounded pretty urgent on the phone.
"We have a lead. A couple of my lookouts saw David going into El Gato night club over in Canton. Been in there for the last five minutes. Got a tail on him, too. Just in case he leaves."
Shit. It was that serious.
"I'll be right over."
Chapter Thirteen
Kathryn
"What's happening?" I asked as I stirred. The first thing I felt was his flesh, the muscles solid and hard, but his skin was soft. It was like a fantasy being there, up against him. It was so warm next to him that I didn't want to wake up. The second thing I felt was the vinyl seat of the car, but we were no longer moving.
Plus the dream I was having was so delicious I just couldn't help but want to stay in it. I was blindfolded, and my legs were spread with his mouth between them. Maybe it was half dream and half prediction, but it was all mine.
It was almost too sinful. I was blushing, still half in the dream.
"I have to work, hon." His voice was rigid, not at all the way I expected it to be. I'd hoped to convince him to reenact that particular fantasy with me. "You need to get up, too. We have duties. I have to meet Greyson, so I have to leave you with Joanna. Someone has to watch her in case she goes into labor."
"Don't they have people for that?" I asked, my head foggy with only the desire to be snuggled back in bed, just the two of us. Surely she had the same kind of guards I did, watching her every move. I was feeling greedy, and I just wanted Janson all to myself. Maybe I could convince him, I thought, just to stay with me a little longer.
"They do. But Greyson wants you. Joanna wants you," Janson explained. "She's been lonely for female companionship since she left school."
It was enough to get me moving. Joanna was absolutely miserable the past couple of days, and even though her due date was re-evaluated for two weeks from now, she still wasn't having any of it. I felt so bad for her, and as the reality of what was happening sunk in, I changed my attitude.
"Okay," I said slowly as I got up. "Are we there?" I looked around. I couldn't see anything. The tinted windows and dark sky gave me absolutely no clues. Hell, I could barely tell we were stopped.
Janson just nodded.
I pulled myself up and reached for the door handle of the car, but not before Janson grabbed my arm and tugged me into him. His kiss was long and lingering and sweet and not like him at all.
"Is everything okay?" I asked, my mouth turning down in a little frown. I was so disoriented that I was having trouble reading the situation.
"It'll be fine," he said. "Just might be a little tricky."