Crying for the girl I use to be (Falling from the clouds I come crashing back down)
Fighting until I reveal my truths (My escape is no longer getting high)
I now get lost in those eyes (The ones that see through all my lies)
Setting my pencil down, I decide to take a break from writing. I love the song I just wrote but at the same time I’m scared to record it. It’s the first song I’ve written about a man other than Cane. It terrifies me how Jordon can see through every boldfaced lie I try to reveal.
He pushes all of my buttons and breaks down my walls, all at the same time.
I sit biting on the inside of my cheek as I watch Jordon. Everything in me is screaming to walk across the bus and dive on his lap, sealing my lips against his. He’s lying there in his jeans and no shirt, lost in his video game, while I sit here and imagine doing all kinds of dirty things to him.
I am torn with what I want. It’s driving me insane, this constant battle with myself.
We have five and a half months left of this tour, so getting involved with him poses a major risk. I’m afraid if I open myself up to him I’ll end up destroying the little part of me that is left. My mind says he is a rock star whose career is just taking off. He won’t want to settle down, so a bed buddy would be the perfect relationship for us both.
God! Why does life have to be so damn complicated?
Standing, I plop down beside him and laugh to myself as he turns and locks those beautiful blue eyes onto mine and gives me a questionable glance.
I swear I could write a hundred songs just about those damn eyes! I seriously have issues. Out of everything about Jordon from his perfectly chiseled jaw line, nicely defined muscles, awe inspiring tattoos, the one thing about him that sends me drowning in a pool of desire is his freaking eyes!
“You wanna play?” He asks shaking his controller at me.
Shaking my head I tell him, “Nah, just going to chill and play on my phone.” As I begin playing Candy Crush.
Shrugging his shoulders he stares at me for another second before flashing me a devilish grin, “Candy Crush? Seriously?” He asks snatching the phone out of my hand.
“Hey!” I shout and jump up onto my knees as I try to grab my phone back out of his hands.
“I never pictured you as a Candy Crush kinda girl.” He says with amusement in his voice, as he dangles my phone up above his head.
“Well, not like there’s much of anything else to do around here to help pass the time.”
Jordon raises an eyebrow at me, and a seductive smirk creeps up on his lips. “Oh, I can think of a few ways to pass the time.”
Letting out a sigh of annoyance, I plop down on his lap and shudder slightly as I feel his cock hardening beneath me. I slide my fingers down his smooth muscular chest and attempt to hide the fact that he has me unraveling with each passing second.
“Get your head out of the damn gutter…and give me my phone!” I demand, as I lean up on my knees and attempt to snatch my phone.
Taking me by surprise, Jordon leans forward wrapping his free arm around my waist and flips me on my back. In one swift movement, he’s got me beneath him. His dark lock of hair falls over his eyes slightly and beckons me to run my fingers through it. For a split second, I forget about my phone.
He grinds the bulge in his jeans against me causing a moan to escape my mouth. I bite down on my lip, as I try to fight the desire pooling between my thighs. He makes me wet with just the slightest touch.
“I think you like it when my mind is in the gutter, Brittan.” Jordon murmurs, his words laced with sex. He hastily places my phone on the arm of the couch and fists my messy bun. Pulling slightly, he forces my head to tilt back giving him access to my neck.
“You’re one cocky SOB…you know that, right?” My words come out clipped as I try to contain the moans that are threatening to escape.
My entire body is on high alert as it awaits his next move. He presses his lips to my skin, instantly making it feel like hot coals branding me and marking my body as his. Jordon’s mouth feels like heaven on my skin. I shut out the voices in my head for the first time ever. Allowing myself to feel his touch, and savor the exhilarating sensation that’s consuming my body with each kiss and caress he’s giving me.
I slide my hands along his bare back, loving the contrast of his smooth skin mixed with the firmness of his muscles as my hands explore his body.
“That I am. Admit it…my asshole persona turns you on.”
I can’t help but laugh at his response. He is so full of himself, but I guess I can’t argue with him since he’s turned the tables on me. Now instead of avoiding him, I’m lying underneath him practically panting like a fucking dog in heat.