Front Man: The Complete Trilogy (10 page)

His hands were everywhere, roaming
under her clothes, making her tremble with arousal. Jack hooked his
fingers in the silky fabric of her underwear and pulled them down,
exposing her tingling pussy. Sara's breath caught in her throat as he
knelt in front of her, gently stroking her nether lips with the pads
of his fingers.

“Jack,” she moaned
urgently, reaching out to hold the button that would keep the
elevator doors closed, “what if someone gets on?”

“I'm hoping someone gets off,”
Jack grinned. He lowered his head and Sara gasped as she felt his
tongue probe her sex. He teased her hairless lips with the tip of his
tongue, before delving between them to find the pulsing heat of her
clitoris. Every tiny move sent shivers through her entire body; as he
gently circled her clit, she let out another uncontrollable groan. He
explored her tenderly with his mouth, lapping up her juices as she
wound her fingers in his hair. Sara was breathing heavily, writhing
with pleasure, then Jack wrapped his lips around her desperate clit
and began to suck gently.

“Oh, oh Jack, oh my God -”
There was a ping as the elevator arrived at their floor. Abruptly,
Jack stood upright, adjusting Sara's underwear with one deft
movement. The doors slid open. Sara ran her fingers through her hair,
trying to compose herself, as they hurried down the corridor.

Jack kicked the door closed behind him
and pulled Sara close. She could taste herself on his lips as he
kissed her deeply.

“Where do you want me to fuck
you?” he whispered in her ear, and Sara felt her insides flip
with excitement. She knew exactly where she wanted him. Grabbing his
hand, she dragged Jack into the bathroom and switched on the shower.

Sara tugged her sweater over her head,
and before she knew it Jack's practised fingers had unhooked her bra
and freed her breasts. She wiggled out of her skirt and stood before
him, naked and expectant.

“You are...wow.” he said
breathily. Sara smiled, feeling suddenly bold.

“Undress for me,” she
teased.

“You want a little show, huh?”
Jack laughed. He reached down and undid the first button of his
jeans, before lifting the hem of his shirt just a little to reveal
his taut, tanned stomach. Sara bit her lip; he looked so damn good.
Getting into a rhythm, Jack twirled around while whipping his shirt
off and tossing it flamboyantly across the room. Sara giggled.

“You've done this before!”

“Oh no baby. This is a one time
show, for your eyes only.” Jack tried to remove his jeans with
a sexy flourish, but the tight denim was not cooperating. Sara padded
across the tile towards him.

“Here. Let me help.” She
eased the tight pants down his firm thighs, relishing the sight of
his erection bulging in his underwear. She pulled those down too, and
his hard cock sprang out, straining and ready for action. Sara cupped
his balls with her left hand, bringing her right up to gently stroke
his length. Jack groaned. Giving him her wickedest smile, Sara
lowered herself to her knees and leaned forward to kiss the velvety
tip of his cock. Teasing him with her tongue, she ever-so-slowly
eased him into her mouth, sliding her moist lips up and down his rock
hard shaft.

“Oh, god, Sara.

Grabbing his firm buttocks with both
hands, Sara pumped Jack's cock in and out of her mouth, teasing the
head with her tongue on each stroke. Just when Jack thought the
pleasure couldn't get any more intense, she relaxed her throat and
pushed him deeper. It took all of Jack's self control not to shoot
his load down her throat at that moment.

“Sara, oh stop baby, I don't
think I can take much more.”

Smiling, Sara got to her feet and made
her way into the shower, beckoning for him to follow. The warm water
raining down on her skin only intensified her arousal, and when Jack
ran his hands over her bare, slippery skin, she cried out with
happiness. Jack manoeuvred her so her hands rested against the tiled
shower wall, her pert backside pointing towards it. He caressed her
buttocks gently, before dipping his fingers between her legs.

“Oh yes, I think you're wet
enough,” he sighed into her ear as he came up behind her. His
hands went to her breasts, massaging the full orbs as he carefully
eased his cock into her desperate pussy. Sara let out a wild cry, her
body overwhelmed by the sensation of fullness. Unable to hold back,
Jack pounded into her with short, hard thrusts, the head of his cock
caressing her g-spot with each stroke. Sara was screaming now, having
completely lost control, surrendering entirely to the pleasure she
was feeling. Jack reached around and began to gently rub her swollen
clitoris, and the added stimulation pushed Sara over the edge. Jack
felt her pussy tighten around him as she came hard, and he let
himself go, shooting his load inside her as he moaned into her ear.
Their orgasms seemed to go on and on, waves of pleasure washing over
them both as they were bathed by the shower's warm spray. As the
feeling subsided, Sara knees felt weak, and for a moment she thought
her legs might give out. But Jack's strong arms were wrapped around
her, gently pulling her to her feet to kiss her under the running
water.

Wrapped in fluffy hotel towels, they
lay side by side on the bed, fingers loosely entwined. They talked.
Jack apologized for everything so many times that eventually Sara was
forced to clamp a hand over his mouth. He bit her finger gently,
making her squeal, before pulling her to him for another kiss.

“Are you nervous about the
interview?” Sara asked, keeping her eyes on Jack's face, trying
to read him.

“To be honest, I'm dreading it.
I...I know I have to do it, but I just hate talking about myself.
About that kind of stuff, I mean. I wish...I wish it was just about
the music, you know?”

“Poor little celebrity. Life's
tough when you're rich and famous, huh?” Sara teased, poking
him in the side. Jack swatted her with a pillow.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm
joking. I...I was really worried about you today. Then when I got
here and you'd disappeared - “ she held up her hand, “no,
don't apologize, that's not what I mean. Just, I was scared. You seem
so sad sometimes, and with all this stuff going on...I was worried
you'd done something stupid.”

Jack squeezed her hand. “If I
can't say I'm sorry, I don't know what to say. I'm okay. It gets hard
sometimes, on the road. I get lonely, then I start thinking about
stuff. I used to talk to Michael about things...we used to be tight.
But lately, it's like he hates me. We barely even speak any more. All
he does is complain to Jared that I'm stopping him getting any
exposure. He's changed so much, it's hard to remember how we were
ever friends.”

“I'm so sorry Jack. That must be
really tough. I guess it's true when they say fame changes people.”

“Yeah. Some people.” Jack
stared at the ceiling for a while, contemplating. Suddenly, he rolled
over and looked Sara straight in the eye. There was an intense
expression on his face.

“Stay with me, Sara,” he
said. “You can come on the rest of the tour, travel, see
Europe. I know I'll be rehearsing and stuff, but you can do all the
fun bits, see the sights, go shopping. It's only a few weeks.”

“Jack, I have a job, I have to be
at my desk on Monday.”

“Take some holiday, tell them
it's an emergency. Or just quit, come on, I've got enough money for
both of us.”

“Oh yes, brilliant idea Jack.
I'll just quit my job and you can support me for the rest of my
life...until you move on to the next one and I'm penniless and can't
pay my rent. I can't just call my boss and say, hey, sorry, I'm going
on tour with a rock band instead. That's not how things work in the
real world, Jack.”

“Hey, this is the real world too.
Just with more, um, perks.”

'I can imagine. Look, I'm sorry. Don't
think I'm not tempted, believe me I am. But I have a life at home.”

“A life that doesn't include me.”

“Woah, hang on a minute. I...I
barely know you.”

“I know it's not been long,
but...Sara, I've never felt this way about anyone before. I know it
sounds lame, but...you're the best thing in my life right now. I need
you here, with me.”

“Jack, you know I can't. Come on,
be fair.”

“Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize
offering you the chance of a lifetime was so unfair. How rude of me.”
Jack's voice was icy. He stood up and grabbed a robe from the back of
the door, wrapping it around himself.

“Jack, look, I'm grateful, it's
just -”

“Don't worry, I can get you on
the next flight. You'll be back with plenty of time to get to the
office. Maybe it's best if you stay at the airport hotel tonight,
it's an early flight, you don't want to get stuck in traffic. You get
dressed, I'll call you a cab.”

“Jack, for god's sake, why are
you being like this? I'm sorry, I do appreciate the offer, we can
still make this work!”

“I put myself out there for you.
I let you in, and I don't let anyone in. Because I thought you felt
the same way I did...I thought you were special. Turns out you don't
even care, you'd rather stay at home and live your boring little
life, and tell your friends about that one time you banged some guy
from a band. Well, good luck with that.”

Tears sprang to Sara's eyes. She
couldn't wrap her head around his sudden change of attitude; five
minutes ago they were happy, and now he was attaching her. She hadn't
realized he could be so cruel. Running to the bathroom, she dressed
quickly. When she came back out, he was fully dressed, sitting on the
edge of the bed staring fixedly at the television.

“Well, I guess I'll be going
then,” Sara said softly, stifling a sob.

“I think that's best. Thank you
for coming. It was nice to see you again.” Sara stared at him,
but Jack's expression was blank, no trace of emotion on display. Her
heart ached. Why was he doing this?

“Goodbye, Jack. Thanks for
everything.” Sara shut the door behind her and took the long
walk back to the elevator, tears streaming down her face.

Jack lowered his head into
his hands. For a minute he was silent, until he was sure Sara was
really gone. Then the howl started in the back of his throat, rising
up to become an all consuming wail of misery. He sobbed until his
eyes were sore and his head hurt, until at last he couldn't cry
anymore. It was the right thing, he told himself. Sara was right; she
had a life to go back to, a good, happy life. He couldn't drag her
into this craziness. Couldn't weigh her down with the mess of a man
he had somehow become. Maybe one day he would finally get his shit
together, and be the kind of man that a girl like her deserved. But
until then, he knew, it was kinder to let her go. Sinking in to the
luxurious mattress, he tried to quell the aching emptiness inside
him. He had let one woman in his life down, but he wouldn't repeat
the mistake. Sara would meet someone who could give her a real life,
and really make her happy. That thought comforted a little, and he
saw Sara's face in his mind's eye as he finally fell asleep.

Sara’s eyes flickered open. The room was in complete darkness,
save for a dim lamp with a doo cracked shade in the far corner. What
the hell was this place? Sara’s head ached, her mouth was dry
and she felt like she might throw up. As she attempted to sit up, she
quickly realized that her hands and feet were bound, and a wave of
panic made her stomach clench. Shit. Whoever did this meant business.
Sara felt tears well up, but she fought them back down. Crying wasn’t
going to get her out of this mess. She wondered how long she’d
been held captive . The room seemed to be windowless, so there was no
way of knowing. At least she’d told Erica where she was going.
While Sara guessed they’d moved her from the strip club after
they’d knocked her out, at least that would be a starting
point. Erica knew enough about her mission to raise the alarm. Sara
exhaled, feeling at least a little relieved. She’d never been
so glad to have confided in her best friend. Hunched on the floor of
this cold, dark dungeon, it was hard to believe only twenty-four
hours had passed since they were curled up on the couch, sharing a
bottle of wine…

“Oh my god, I
am so glad we finally got to do this! I feel like I never see you
anymore.”

“Erica, we
live together, you see me pretty much every day.”

“Yeah, but
not properly. You’re always working, and since Jack you just
sit in your room and mope the whole time…”

“Hey! That’s
not fair, I’m not that bad. I just haven’t felt like
partying, that’s all.”

“Look Hun, I
wasn’t trying to be mean. You do what you gotta do, I’m
just worried about you. And I miss our talks. Matt’s great and
everything, but when it comes to helping me choose outfits, he may as
well be completely blind.” Erica giggled, reaching over to top
up Sara’s glass.

“Oh shit,
I’ve been a crappy friend, haven’t I? I’m sorry. I
guess I’ve thrown myself into work so I don’t have to
think about the whole Jack situation. I didn’t mean to shut you
out too. “

Erica smiled and
threw her arms around her best friend. “Don’t be an
idiot, you haven’t done anything wrong. I just want to be there
for you, you know? “

“I know.
Thanks Erica. I didn’t realize how much I needed this.”

The girls clinked
glasses. Erica had outdone herself, stocking their little apartment
with Chinese food, wine, chocolate, and a selection of romantic
comedies on DVD. All the ingredients for a perfect girls’ night
in. Sara would normally still be at work at this time of the evening,
burying herself in the extra projects she had volunteered for. Each
night she would come home, exhausted, stuff some food in her mouth
without tasting it and collapse into bed. Even then, in the quiet of
her room, she couldn’t stop her thoughts from turning to Jack.
Goddamn Jack Carter. He had got under her skin, sucked her in with
his sob stories, and then kicked her to the curb with no explanation.
Just when she had started to think that their connection might be
real, that he felt the same way she did…he had cut her out of
his life. When the papers had broken a story that accused him of
being involved in dealing drugs, Sara had been there for him. He had
flown her to Paris in the middle of the drama, and while Jack seemed
like a man on the edge of a breakdown, Sara had been his rock.
Somehow, though, Jack had come out on top, while Sara was left
heartbroken. The scandal he thought would end his career had put Jack
back in the spotlight. Fans warmed to his honesty, the way he refused
to hide from the press. As he opened up to TV interviewers about his
troubled past, the death of his parents and the loss of his little
sister, press and public alike lapped it up. Almost overnight, he’d
gone from complete pariah to national hero. Compass albums were
flying off the shelves; they had 3 singles in the top ten downloads,
and had added extra dates to the tour. Every time she switched on the
radio, or surfed the TV channels, it seemed to Sara that Jack Carter
was everywhere. She tried hard to be pleased for him, but all she
could feel was anger and disappointment, mixed with confusion. She
wished she could at least get some closure. But Jack hadn’t
responded to her email, and she was too proud to go chasing after
him.