Jane's Surrender (Hard World Tour #2) (19 page)

Sam.

Jeremy only wanted Sam, and who was I to compete with her?

Plain Old Jane with Sam, the All-American Beauty with a body to die for?

I had no chance.

And for a split second this man, who was here and wanted answers, made me feel like I was desirable.

He was impossible for me to resist.

So I had forgotten about my plan to wait for the special someone, and instead gave up, because my special someone wanted my best friend.

It was a fight I couldn't win.

“
What I always wanted. You.” And before I could say anything else, he grabbed my chin with his hand and slammed his mouth on mine. His other hand brought up mine and pinned them above my head, leaving me helpless to resist or stop him.

Not that I wanted to.

I moaned, and it gave him the opening he was waiting for. I felt the velvet touch of his tongue on mine as he gently started to stroke it. Our kiss was deep, slow, and passionate. I moved my hands to his hair and yanked it, which earned me a groan from him as he pulled my leg up onto his hip. He moved his hand from my chin to grab the other one, and I ended up circling his waist with my legs. My nipples hardened painfully, and since I wore no bra, I bet he could feel it too.

He pulled back from my mouth and moved lower to nip my neck. His a-bit-painful bite made me moan.

“
I’m glad you feel it,” he said harshly, and pressed against me more, which brought me into direct contact with his hard-on, and I remembered how well-endowed he was.

Not that I had anyone else to compare him to.

“
For rejecting me at every opportunity…” He moved lower and his hands gently grabbed my small breasts. He nipped them through my shirt and I felt like I was on fire. “Do you ever wear a bra?” He pushed his hands inside the shirt and his palms molded them. The pleasure was intense. I tried, but I couldn't control it. Although my breasts were almost non-existent, they were very sensitive, and I could come just from playing with them.

He damn well knew it and was torturing me on purpose.

“
Please,” I whispered, and right then, I didn't care what I was doing was so freaking wrong on so many levels.

“
Please what, beautiful? Give you relief? Why should I? You left me.” He sounded hurt, but why was he? We didn't even know each other, except for that weekend in Vegas.

He took off my shirt and I blinked at his speed. When his lips were on my nipples, he took them in his mouth and sucked hard, which sent a direct sensation to my clit. He took his sweet time on each breast, and the pressure inside me was building. I couldn't help it. I screamed when the orgasm rocked me. He quickly put his mouth back on mine and hushed me with his kiss. His mouth was hard, almost as if punishing me for being away from him. I began to come down slowly from my high, slightly dizzy, and he unzipped my jeans and pushed his hand inside my damp panties. I ached, because I wanted more than I had. He gently put his finger inside me, while the heel of his hand stayed on my clit. Although I was sensitive and probably slightly swollen, I couldn't help but feel the pressure building back up again.

“
Look how wet you are. Who made you that wet?” I knew he wanted an answer, but I was lost in the pleasure he was giving me. I didn't see it until he removed his hand that it was soaked with my juice. I groaned when he put his fingers in his mouth and sucked on them.

“
Please, Drake.”

“
Who, beautiful?”

“
You. You made me.”

“
Damn right,” he whispered, and picked me up and moved to the table in the middle of the room. In one swift motion, he pulled down my jeans, leaving me naked and extremely vulnerable. I wasn't exactly the most beautiful creature on Earth. I made a move to cover myself up, but he stopped me with his hand.

“
No, you don’t get to hide what’s mine.”

“
I’m not yours.” I couldn't help but point that out. No matter what, this whole thing meant nothing. Just for some reason, I couldn't make my body believe it.

It never listened to me when Drake was involved.

“
No? Are you sure?” He pushed my legs apart, put them on the table, and leaned down. Before I was ready for what he was doing, his head was between my legs and the swipe of his tongue went from my clit, swept through my lips, and then pushed inside me. My body rose up, but he steadied me with his hand on my stomach. His hot tongue stiffened inside me and moved there, mimicking his finger action. His thumb and forefinger were on my clit, pinching it slightly.

“
Drake,” I chanted, and couldn't stop the exquisite sensations that rose in me. He moved his tongue up and sucked on my clit while his two fingers entered me again. I brought my hands to his head and pulled myself closer, because the peak was so close and I could feel it reaching me, so close, just a little bit more pressure and—

Suddenly, his touch was gone. I got up and looked at him, his lips red, swollen, and glistening from what he was doing. Drake started to slowly remove his clothes, piece-by-piece, and my mouth watered at the male body in front of me. Did he work out or something? Once he was done, he took a step, breathing heavily, and then I noticed his hard-on. God, was it big. He fisted it in his hand, running it down from his tip to the base, and I couldn't hold back the whimper even if I tried. He smirked, but the gentleness that was always in his eyes stayed. I desperately wanted him to kiss me, and didn't understand why he was away when I was here waiting for him.

“
Like what you see?”

“
Yes,” I sobbed.

“
What do you want?” he huskily asked.

“
I want you.” I didn't care how needy I sounded. My body was driving on the high itself and

I wanted to reach that place he made me feel a few minutes ago.

“
Didn’t you say you’re not mine?”

“
I’m not.”

“
No?” he asked again, and put his weight down on me and a hand on each side of my head. His eyes held mine and I couldn't look away. There was no escape from his stare. “Then who do you belong to, if you’re not mine?” He gave me a hard kiss and the taste of me on his tongue made me even wetter. I tried to move my hips to make friction, but he held me firmly in place.

“
Oh, no, honey. You aren’t coming unless it’s me inside you. Answer my question.” He stilled, and I knew he wouldn't move or do anything to relieve my ache until he heard what he wanted.

“
I’m—” I licked my lips and tried to hold in the words, but again he moved forward and sensations flew through me.

“
You’re…?” he demanded.

“
I’m yours.” The minute I said it, he slammed inside me, and I screamed with pleasure and a bit of pain. But I was overpowered by the feeling of fullness inside me. He stilled and groaned. I saw the perspiration on his forehead. He was breathing harshly as he leaned down to give me a kiss.

As he was moving inside me back and forth, I grabbed his back, my nails biting into his shoulders, probably leaving marks.

If only it could last.

And no matter how good it felt right then, I wanted to cry and weep.

Because there was no place for him and this in my life.

And at that moment, part of me hated myself for it.

Drake

She was mine. Every inch of her body was mine.

Since the moment I claimed her virginity two years ago, she belonged to me.

She denied it.

She thought she needed someone else.

She thought she loved someone else.

She didn't know it yet, didn't see it yet, but the only one she needed was me.

Because no one would love her as much as I do.

She was mine.

She just needed time to see it and accept it.

Two years and one month after Las Vegas

Jane

The man was driving me crazy. He obviously thought we were not getting a divorce or anything.

He courted me relentlessly. If we had a rehearsal, he would come with food and drinks for us. I would always wake up with fresh red roses at my doorstep once again. He would always smile, try to touch me, and be nice when I acted like a crazy lunatic bitch towards him.

This was getting us nowhere, but he didn't want to listen to me. He promised me the divorce once the tour was done, but he wasn't about to make it easy on me.

We were in Texas now. We had a big concert tomorrow, and we had a nearby studio to rehearse in. Jeremy always made sure we had one at every place we performed.

“
I think this concert will be wild,” Ariel said excitedly, and made those weird movements of hers when she was happy on stage. She shook her hands while her legs stepped forward and back. No one paid much attention to that; we were used to it.

“
Yeah.” Bella smiled and adjusted her mic, clearing her throat. She was about to practice a hard note on our album. She was much improved, considering she had to retrain her voice, and since our first concert back in Swan Lake, her confidence had returned. She still had fear in her eyes about going back to her addict ways. She never stayed for after parties or asked for booze to be on the bus. It wasn't hard; we didn't drink much ourselves when on tour. Ryan, who we discovered was Nate as well, was with us all the time, and so was Drake. They rarely left for business; their focus was making sure Bella was all right.

She was glowing and in love, had proclaimed her love for Ryan on stage during the concert at Swan Lake.

“
Every concert for you is wild,” Sam pointed out, and then checked her guitar, making sure every note was right. Before I could add anything, Drake joined us on stage, holding a big box in his hands that appeared to be moving a bit. The box was red and had a big bow in the middle.

“
Oh, is it Christmas already? I had no idea.” Ariel laughed, and that made me glare at her. She just shrugged her shoulders and went back to dancing. Drake chuckled and extended the box to me.

“
It’s for you,” he said softly, and I shook my head.

“
Seriously, would you stop with all the gifts?”

“
No.”

“
No?” This man was the most stubborn guy on Earth.

“No, I like giving you gifts. Now open this one. I think he’s been inside long enough.”

Frowning, I removed the bow then opened the lid and froze. Inside was a beautiful yellow Labrador puppy, which barked, licked my hand, and wiggled his tail. His box was big enough for him to feel comfortable. He was small. I think he may have been the runt of the litter, but he was so cute I was gonna die right there.

Without thinking, I took him into my arms and immediately his tongue was on my face as he wiggled, sniffing me, and then his muzzle settled in the crook of my neck. His fur was so soft, and he sighed in contentment as I stroked his back.

My eyes rose to Drake, who had this gentle look, and I smiled.

“
You bought me a puppy?”

“
Yes, you wanted one,” he said matter-of-factly.

“
Who told you?” I asked suspiciously.

“
I have my connections.” His back blocked us from view, so no one knew what was happening. I didn't know how I felt about this. My dream had been to have a dog, and this puppy was perfect.

What did it prove? Drake was waiting for some kind of sign from me and

I couldn't give him that.

Barking snapped the girls to attention and they came squealing, “Puppy!”

“
He is so cute!”

“
It’s going to be huge though. What will we do with the dog on tour?”

“
Oh, shut up, Sam. We can take turns.”

“
Sounds good.”