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“Anyone tell you what a dirty fighter you are?” he asked, trying to hit my face with his cock. Eventually he pulled his hands free and scooted down to kiss me, his hard body writhing against mine, skin on skin until the extra material bunched up at my chest from the rest of my clothes made him stop and take those off. With my hands still tied he also dragged my tank top down over my hips, stretching it so much I knew I’d never wear that again.
Instead of the blow job I’d been expecting to give, Jamie worshiped every inch of my body with his mouth. My hands were still bound by his belt above my head when he eventually slid inside. The gasp of relief and pleasure Jamie felt wafted over my face, as his hips stilled for a second. His adoring eyes studied my face and in that moment my heart felt heavy, but not with sadness or regret. The burden was the weight of love it held within it for him.
Chapter 3
I woke to the sound of voices in the sitting room and noted Jamie was no longer in bed beside me. Turning over, I notice it was two hours later than when I’d arrived and remembered why I ached between my legs. Six weeks was a long time in more ways than the mere distance between us.
Sliding from between the sheets, I noted my luggage was on the luggage stand by the window. I smiled to myself as I went over, opened my suitcase and pulled out a pair of dress pants and a dark red see-through silk shirt. I had a delicate black lace half bra to wear underneath it. Laying it out on the bed with a matching black lacy thong, I entered the en-suite and stepped into the shower.
I’d expected Jamie to come in and find me, but he didn’t, so when I dressed, I checked myself over and left the bedroom to find him. I noted there were five people in the sitting room before Jamie stood, and it immediately drew my attention to him. Then I realized the others were his bandmates.
“Enjoy your nap?” Jamie asked innocently, but when I looked at the smirking faces of all of his bandmates, I felt my cheeks instantly burn. It was clear they knew what we’d been doing that had led to my nap, and I knew if I were to be a part of his world, I’d have to face the scrutiny of his band.
“Yeah, that plane ride wore me out,” I replied, pretending the same innocence his question had implied at face value.
“You sure that was the plane ride and not any other kind?” Paddy teased through a chuckle.
“Oye,” Jamie chided, cuffing his bandmate’s head.
“All I’m saying is if I’d been away from Daisy for six weeks—”
“Shut it,” Jamie ordered much more firmly toward him.
“Come here,” he blurted, holding his arm out for me to walk into. “Sorry I didn’t go to their meeting, so they all ended up in here.” He explained, gesturing toward his band members. “You haven’t met the rest of the band yet. Let me introduce you. Daisy, this is Tim or Ticker as you probably know him.”
Ticker stood and slid his hand into mine. His pearly white smile reached his large brown eyes and his voice sounded as gravelly when he spoke as it did when he sang. My heart raced in its fangirl state again.
These were the men I had idolized since I was a teenager. I glanced from Ticker to Jamie and saw a scowl on Jamie’s face. It was cute that he was jealous I was paying attention to other men. After he’d seen my reaction, he rapidly skipped the other two other members, Henry or Hogs, the band’s bass player and Scanlan their keyboard player, commonly known as Fingers.
There was no doubt I was under scrutiny from every person in the room as I took the high back lounge chair Jamie offered and sat down.
“This is Donna, my trusted assistant,” Jamie said, wandering over behind her and placing his hands on her shoulders. A growl festered in my throat that I barely contained as I smiled disingenuously toward her. My eyes narrowed in response to the drilling look the petite, pretty brunette paid toward me. Hostility burned behind her dull gray irises, and if ever I’d needed proof, she disapproved of my dating Jamie, I read it in those beady eyes as clear as day.
“Lorna,” I said, nodding pleasantly toward her, but quietly putting her in her place when I’d remembered her from when Paddy had arranged for Bernie to ask Donna to call.
“Donna,” Both Jamie and Donna chimed in together. Donna flashed Jamie an affectionate smile, and I crossed my legs, which Jamie instantly tuned into; he knew my mistake had been deliberate.
“Alright guys, that’s your cue to leave,” he said, slapping his thighs and rising to his feet. “I’ve been waiting six weeks to have my girl to myself. There was no need for you to all come here. We’ll deal with the record label after the gig. We could have dealt with this with a conference call. However, I expect you were all nosey and couldn’t wait until tomorrow to meet my girl, but now that you have, I need you all to get the fuck out of here and stop eating into our time.”
Each of the band members stood and as they made to leave, Ticker stopped beside me.
“It’s lovely to meet you, Daisy. From how much Jamie spoke about you, I feel like I know you intimately. I can see why this guy been so rapt. I’m looking forward to getting to know you better.”
“Is that so?” Jamie almost hissed in response. “Shaking her hand is as intimate as you’re gonna get.”
“Any girl of Jamie’s is always a welcome addition to the fold,” he said sarcastically, like I was one of many. I knew what he was insinuating, but I kept my face placid, even though his dig at Jamie’s past tightened my chest.
“Out,” Jamie barked, his eyes immediately darkening with the scowl he shot at his bandmate. The tension between the two men became palpable, and I guessed there had to have been some history behind it. They glared at each other until Ticker appeared to back down and he nodded.
“Daisy, Donna,” Ticker said, turning to us with a nod of acknowledgment. I watched him wander over to the lift where the others were waiting, and he stepped inside.
The lift doors closed, leaving Donna and I with Jamie, and I realized she didn’t move.
“Shall we go over your itinerary for the weekend, Jamie?” she asked, reaching down into a ridiculously expensive oversized Louis Vuitton bag. She pulled out a thick planning journal and using the ribbon inside, opened it at what had looked like a full page of writing.
“Nothing to discuss. I already told you, I’m doing the gig, period. No interviews, no conferences, no guest appearances. What the others do is no concern to me, but as you can see, I invited Daisy here for a romantic weekend and that’s what she’s going to get.”
“Be reasonable, Jamie, we’ve been here before,” she began, and I wondered whether she’d meant Paris or him crying off work because he had a woman with him so he wouldn’t follow his schedule. I felt myself stiffen with the glance she cast toward me.
