Front Man: The Complete Trilogy (16 page)

They traipsed down
to the cafeteria, and sat comfortably with two steaming cups of
watery brown liquid that claimed to be a latte.

"They picked
up that Dan guy's car on the highway," Jared explained. "He
was doing over 100, would probably have got pulled over even without
the licence plate. He had poor Laura in the trunk."

"Oh my god,
that guy's a psycho. Poor Laura. Is she going to be okay?"

"Physically
she'll be fine, she was just a little bashed up. Mentally...she'll
get there. We'll make sure of it. From what she told me, Michael's
been supplying her drugs since way back in the day. I guess that's
how he's had such a hold over her for all this time."

"He told her
Jack wanted her out of his life. That Michael was the only one who
cared about her." Sara added.

"Hah! Michael
doesn't give a crap about anything except hurting Jack. Do you know
what he said to the police? They asked him what he planned to do with
Laura. And he replied, " I dunno. I thought that little whore
would have overdosed by now." Can you believe that? I trusted
that boy..."

"He's good at
hiding it. Charming. He had everyone taken in, Jared."

"I know. I
just feel guilty. I've been with the band every step of the way, I've
looked out for them, kept them away from bad influences. And all
along, there's been someone sabotaging them from the inside."

"Well, it's
all out now. We can make it right."

"I hope so.
God, the press are going to love this. They're already camped outside
the hospital. We'll have to sneak out through the ambulance bay."

"Sounds like
fun." Sara smiled at him, taking a sip of her 'latte.' It tasted
even worse than it looked.

"Laura's going
to be kept in overnight. Then tomorrow, she's agreed to go straight
into a rehab centre, ninety day program. One of the best. Jack will
be able to visit once a week, give them a chance to start getting to
know each other again."

"That's great,
Jared."

"Isn't it
just?" Jack said, sneaking up behind her and planting a kiss on
her cheek. "Considering everything she's been through, Laura
seems really positive. It's better than I could have hoped. Plus,
Sara, the doctors are done with you. Erica's waiting for you at home,
I called her to let her know we're leaving. "

"Thanks,
Jack."

"Darling, it's
the least I can do."

***

"Sara! Oh my
god, I've been so worried." As she came through the door, Erica
threw her arms around her friend. Jack followed her sheepishly into
the apartment.

"Nice place
you guys have here," he ventured, still a little worried that
Erica was about to give him a dressing down.

"Well, it's
not quite a rock star penthouse, but it does us pretty nicely."
Erica smiled. She touched him gently on the arm; it seemed that all
was forgiven. Erica yawned widely; it was almost 7am and none of them
had slept.

"Sara, do you
need anything? Otherwise I might hit the hay, I'm asleep on my feet."

"I'll be fine,
" Sara reassured her, giving her friend another quick hug, "
you get to bed."

"I'm sure
Jack's got it covered." Erica gave them both a sly wink as she
left the room.

"So. Here we
are," Jack said shyly, running his fingers through his hair.

"I guess so. "
Sara smiled up at him. She couldn't believe that after all these
months of longing, Jack Carter was standing in her own living room.
He looked tired and a little rough around the edges, messy hair and a
decent sprinkling of stubble. Real. Sexy. Sara reached out and traced
the fingers of her uninjured hand along his jaw line, looking deep
into his eyes.

"I can't
believe this is happening." She said at last.

"Me
neither,"Jack replied, "but I'm glad it is."

"You'll stay,
won't you? I...I don't want to be alone tonight." Sara winced at
how vulnerable she sounded, but figured under the circumstances, he
would understand.

"That would be
amazing...but are you sure that's what you want? I know I've still
got a lot of making up to do."

"Well then,
you should start tonight. I'll show you where my room is." She
took his hand and led him down the corridor.

Jack sat on the end
of Sara's bed as she undressed, sliding her jeans down her long, slim
legs. Her bandaged hand was slowing her down, and she struggled to
slip her shirt over her head.

"Can I help
you with that?" he asked. Sara laughed.

"Yeah, maybe
that's a good idea, we could be here all night!"

He approached her
tentatively, and lifted the soft cotton fabric from the waist, gently
maneuvering around her injuries. He savored the smell of her skin as
he slowly unveiled her taut stomach and the swell of her breasts.
Jack could hear he breathing quicken, echoing the longing he felt
inside.

"Oh Sara.
You're not making this easy for me."

"Making what
easy?"

"Restraining
myself...I really want to take things slow, you know. I want you to
know that this isn't just about sex."

"Okay...well,
let's make a deal then. No sex. There are other things we can do..."

Jack grinned. He
liked the sound of other things. Placing one strong hand in the small
of Sara's back, he bent to kiss her. She responded with passion,
pulling him closer and kissing him with an intensity that took his
breath away. He scooped her up and carried her carefully to the bed,
where they lay entwined, making out like a pair of horny teenagers.

Sara gasped as Jack
cupped her breast and squeezed just hard enough to be a little
painful. The move sent a jolt of pleasure through her, and she sighed
with pleasure as he unhooked her bra and brought his mouth to her
pert nipples.

"Oh god, that
feels so good," she panted as he teased them with his tongue.

"Oh yeah?"
Jack teased, "well this is going to feel even better." He
ran his fingers over her stomach, moving lower and lower until her
slipped his hand underneath her lace underwear. The pads of his
fingers traced the soft, neatly trimmed hair that framed her pussy.
Sara moaned, already dripping wet, every cell of her body crying out
to be pleasured.

"I've been
dreaming about you," Jack whispered seductively, in between
planting soft kisses on her neck. Too aroused to think of an answer,
Sara waited breathlessly for him to continue.

"In my dream,
I'm staying at a really fancy hotel in Paris. I'm lying in bed, early
one morning, my dick really hard because I've just woken up."
The thought of his hard cock sent a shiver through Sara. Jack's
fingers continued to stroke her pussy lips, ever so gently, teasing
her.

"Then all of a
sudden there's a knock at the door, and you walk into the room,
wearing this tiny little French Maid outfit. Seems you're my
housekeeper for the day, but you don't seem to recognize me. And you
start dusting the room, bending right over so I can see your tight
little ass in your white lacy panties. I'm so hot for you, but every
time I open my mouth to talk to you, no sound comes out." Sara
couldn't hold back her own groan as he finally slipped his finger
into her folds, circling her engorged, throbbing clitoris. He
continued talking as he rubbed her, tantalizingly slowly, sending
wave after wave of intense pleasure washing over her

"Then all of a
sudden you turn to me, and you give me one of your sexy little
smiles. You say something in French, and I can't understand it, but
it sounds so goddamn sexy, and then you start to walk slowly towards
the bed. It's like I'm hypnotized, I can't speak, I can't move, I'm
just sat there watching you as you peel off that tiny little French
Maid outfit. You're standing in front of me in just lingerie and
stockings. Then you climb onto the bed and straddle me, putting those
gorgeous breasts of yours right in my face."

Jack's fingers
increased their pace, applying just a little more pressure to Sara's
clit as she moaned with pleasure. He slipped just the tip of his
index finger into her dripping opening, relishing the proof of her
arousal.

"And then you
get up on your knees, and you pull those white lace panties aside so
I can see your beautiful pussy, all shaved and glistening wet. And
you pull back the sheets, and you spread your legs wide, and then all
of a sudden I'm inside of you."

As he spoke, Jack
slid two fingers fully inside her, and Sara cried out at the sudden
feeling of fullness. He slid his fingers in and out, making her moan
even louder, caressing her swollen g-spot until she hovered on the
brink of orgasm.

"So you're
riding me hard, your head thrown back, and it feels so good I'm
almost ready to pass out. Then you pick up the pace, and you look me
dead in the eye and just whisper, "come for me baby." And
I'm gone, I'm coming inside you, and you're screaming my name."

Jack moved his
fingers faster, using the pad of his thumb to circle Sara's clitoris,
and she pushed desperately against his fingers as she started to come
hard, harder than she ever had before. She thought the orgasm would
never end, each new wave seemingly more intense than the last.
Finally she lay still, and he eased his fingers gently out of her
throbbing pussy.

"And that,"
he said softly, "is when I always woke up."

Together, they
slept, Jack cradling Sara gently, reveling in her closeness. Around
10am she stirred, her eyes flickering open. She could feel Jack's
erection pressed firmly against her ass, and she couldn't resist
pushing back against him, feeling his sharp intake of breath.

"Hey you,"
he whispered in her ear, "how you feeling?"

"Good,"
she replied, "at least, better."

"Do you want
me to get you anything?" he asked. "Water? Coffee?"

"No," she
said, giggling, "you stay right here."

Being careful to
keep her stinging hand out of the way, Sara ducked down under the
covers, hooking her fingers into the waistband of Jack's underwear
and sliding them down. Before he had time to protest, her mouth was
on him.

"Oh holy shit,
Sara....oh," he moaned uncontrollably as she teased him with her
soft tongue, circling the head of his cock before sliding her lips
all the way down the shaft. He bit his lip as he felt the tip of his
penis press against the back of her throat. Jack steeled himself, on
the brink of orgasm already, but not wanting it to end. Sara took him
as deep as she could manage, relishing his sighs of pleasure. But
she wanted him fully. Her whole body was tingling, aroused, her pussy
gushing with moisture. She couldn't wait. Easing him out of her
mouth, she lifted her head to look at him.

"Jack, I want
you. I want you now. I don't care about all that other stuff.
Please."

He pulled her to
him, molding the curves of her body to his own muscular frame. Sara
ran her hands over his broad shoulders, the lines and ridges of his
chest and hard stomach. Her fingers brushed his erection and he
shuddered, filled with longing.

"I don't know,
I...oh, oh God." She had wrapped her good hand around him and
was stroking him ever so gently, brushing her thumb over his
quivering tip.

"Please Jack.
I need you. I've missed you. Please, just fuck me." Sara knew
she was giving him power over her, but somehow it felt good. Seeing
the anguish on his face, the desire, the frustration; she felt
powerful like never before. She moved closer to him, until the slick
lips of her pussy were nudging his powerful erection. Slowly, she
began to grind against him, moaning at the friction against her
swollen clit. Jack could take it no longer. As gently as he could
manage, he flipped her onto her back and knelt above her. Placing his
hands on her firm buttocks, he lifted her hips, before driving his
throbbing cock inside her. Sara cried out.

"Oh God, Jack,
yes, yes baby!"

Jack tried to take
slow strokes, but the feeling of fucking her at last was so
overwhelmingly intense, that he found himself speeding up, pounding
into her harder and harder. Sara was not complaining; each thrust
made her convulse with pleasure, and her body was screaming for more.
She could feel another orgasm building inside her, until she was
dangling on the precipice, unable to hold back much longer. Gazing up
into Jack's handsome face, she could see that he too was on the edge.
She caught his eye.

"Come for me
baby," she said softly. Jack groaned, ramming his cock into her
with full force, and her muscles clenched around him as he spurted
his seed inside her. They held each other, gasping for breath, as the
aftershocks ran through their bodies.

Moving to lay
beside her, Jack brushed the hair from Sara's forehead, planting a
kiss their instead.

"You are just
incredible, " he told her. "In every way possible."

"Shut up,"
she teased, kissing him again, "you're just sucking up."

"I mean it."
He said firmly, his face serious. "I feel like today...us...it's
the start of something, Sara. Something good."

She smiled at him,
squeezing his hand. "Me too," Sara said softly. "Now,
did you say something about making me coffee?"

EPILOGUE

Extract from The
Global Herald, July 12th 2013

EXCLUSIVE:
COMPASS STAR TO WED?

Compass front man
Jack Carter has set tongues wagging after appearing in public with
long-term lover Sara Lansbury on Saturday. While the pair are a
fixture of the city's night life, recently hosting a charity benefit
to aid those battling drug addiction, pictures of their most recent
outing seem to show a diamond engagement ring on Ms Lansbury's
finger. The stunning couple, who met backstage during Compass' smash
hit comeback tour, rarely leave each others side, although Sara
maintains her own successful career as an advertising executive. The
star has not yet issued any statement addressing the rumors, but
sources close to Jack have said, "Jack and Sara are the perfect
couple; it's crazy, really. They're just meant to be together. She's
the one Jack's been waiting for."