Jane's Surrender (Hard World Tour #2) (25 page)

“
I want only you,” she whispered closer to me, but I’d had enough of this bullshit.

Nothing was wrong in going after what you wanted, but if a guy said no, it really meant no.

Before I could push her away, a soft but angry voice behind me said, “Let go of him.”

The woman blinked, and I have to say I fucking did too.

Jane stood behind me in tight jeans, boots, and a leather jacket over a soft top. Her hair was loose, and her eyes had makeup above them.

Beautiful.

My beautiful girl.

She looked pissed off, her eyes sending daggers to the blonde, and suddenly, the whole situation became much more interesting.

“
And who are you?” the blonde said, her eyes dismissing my girl as though she was nothing, and that shit, I didn't like. Jane was ten times more beautiful than that girl ever would be.

At least to me.

“
I’m his wife.”

“
Yeah right,” Blondie snorted, and suddenly, she put her arms around my neck. Her lips were close to mine. I grabbed her hips to move her aside—no way in fuck I wanted her to kiss me—when she was pushed back hard, and my girl stood in front of me.

“
I told you to stay away from him.”

Blondie just looked at me and back to Jane, and then shrugged her shoulders.

“
Whatever, crazy bitch. No dick is that hot,” she muttered and walked away, leaving us standing in the middle of the bar with people watching. The guys were smirking, and Jer took another shot, saluting me, while I noticed Jane’s girls were behind me with their eyes wide and mouths open, quite shocked with what happened.

Jane then spun to me and jabbed my chest with her finger. “Two hours. Two freaking hours and you’re in the bar, picking up chicks?” Her tone was angry, her eyes flashing daggers at me now.

Un-fucking-believable.

But so fucking hot.

“
I wasn't picking up chicks, as you put it. She came on to me.” Why was I explaining this to her anyway? She broke up with me today.

“
Didn’t look like it.”

“
Seriously? And why do you care, Jane? I forgave you and agreed to a divorce. That makes me a single man.” This whole conversation was immature, not to mention that even if I were as good as divorced, I still wouldn't want anyone but her.

“
She can’t touch you. In fact, no one can.”

My brows rose. “Really? Why is that then?”

“
Because you’re my husband.”

Before I could remind her she told me to take a hike, she put her hands around my neck and smashed her mouth to mine, her tongue demanding entrance into my mouth, which I gladly granted her.

Her tongue entwined with mine. Her hands pushed through my hair as she tried to bring me closer to her, moaning all the way. My dick instantly became hard and I needed to touch her; this deep kiss just wasn’t doing it. I put my hands on her hips then moved them lower to her ass, and without another thought, picked her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist as my hard-on pressed against her heat. She moaned into my mouth.

She tasted of grapes, coffee, and herself, that unique taste I would never forget.

Jane pulled herself closer to me, and I moved my kisses lower to her neck, which was fucking delicious too, when a loud cough behind us shattered our haze and reminded us we were in a bar where people gaped at us, including the blonde, whose mouth hung to the floor. Ariel was nodding her head and giving us a thumbs up. Bella smiled and ran to Ryan, who was standing by this point, and immediately, she was in his arms. Sam chuckled, but it didn't really reach her eyes, as Jeremy took another shot while looking directly at her.

I shifted my focus back to Jane, who was red as a lobster at this public display of affection, and I put her back down on the floor, her body slowly, torturously sliding down mine.

I didn't let her move far. My erection was still rock hard, and the last thing I wanted was for the whole bar to witness it.

“
What the hell is going on?” As the words left my mouth, suddenly we saw the light flash on us, and a man with a camera grinned like a fool and quickly started running.

Jeremy stood up and cursed. “Fuck. Now your marriage will be all over the media.”

Yeah, apparently we no longer had our privacy, and soon the world would have new, amazing gossip.

God help us all.

Jane

“
Are you out of your mind? I mean, if you wanted to kiss him so much, why not do it in the bus or, I don’t know, somewhere more private than in the middle of the fucking bar?!” Jer was screaming those words at me as we were all sitting inside our ‘sort of’ living room in our vehicle. He was livid. The photo became news on the internet almost instantly. The whole world wondered how long we had a relationship, and within a matter of hours, the marriage would come up.

Seriously.

It wasn’t as if I had been planning to kiss him; it just sort of happened.

After our conversations at the studio, I went with the girls to change. I decided to put a little bit more effort into my appearance than usual, just because. And I wanted to talk with Drake, maybe give in to my feelings and explore them.

But when we arrived at the bar and I saw the blonde girl touch him and almost kiss him, something inside me snapped. I found it impossible to stop myself from telling her off.

She was tall, beautiful, and yeah, she made me feel my looks were not good enough.

Fuck it.

He was my husband. He could damn well wait until the ink dried on our divorce papers before looking for company for the night. Since little Hope would be with us soon, he would have a long time to wait.

That was the reason on the surface.

Honestly? I was never this jealous in my life. Apparently, the green-eyed monster finally awakened within me, and I didn't like it. I acted like a stupid caveman.

Then the kiss.

He was just standing there and not feeling guilty at all, so it was a spur of the moment reaction.

God, Drake and his kisses. Every woman should be kissed like that at least once in her life.

Gentle yet hard, soft but painful, passionate, and sweet.

He just knew how to make it good, and my body shivered from the memory.

Suddenly, Drake was in front of me, and judging by his voice, he wasn't in the best of moods. “Don’t shout at her.”

“
I wouldn't be shouting at her if she hadn’t decided to show a display of ownership back there.”

My cheeks blushed and my face was probably as red as a tomato. It was one thing to admit those thoughts to myself, but him saying that while everyone was in the room was humiliating. “It wasn't a display of ownership.” My voice was annoyed, which was good. The last thing I needed was to show everyone how this affected me.

“
She can do whatever she wants, Jer, when it comes to me, so back off. You’re angry; I understand. But take your anger somewhere else. My wife is off limits in your shouting match.” His voice was cold, low; he clearly meant what he was saying.

His wife.

He still considered me his, which was seriously a plus, and he was defending me.

Where was my head when I thought nothing permanent could happen between us?

Oh yeah, it was in my ass.

Jeremy stood there for a moment with a scowl on his face, but then his shoulders sagged and he took a deep breath.

“
Sorry, man, you’re right.” He then looked at me with those expressive, amber eyes of his and tried to smile. “Sorry, sweetheart. If you wanted to kiss your husband, you should be allowed to do it.”

Yeah, although he was apologizing, he was putting me in an uncomfortable position with Drake, and he knew it. Before I could reply, his phone rang. He picked it up, becoming engrossed in his conversation, so I had a minute to gather my thoughts.

Which was impossible with my friends.

Ariel and Sam were sending me smirks and thumbs up, and even a conversation was going on in our group chat on WhatsApp.

<
Sam
> So kissing him in the middle of the bar, I thought you would have sex right there.

<
Ariel
> You slut, Jane!

<
Sam
> Did you see how she glared at the blonde? Fucking hilarious

<
Ariel
> I thought we would have a catfight.

<
Sam
> Eh…Jane would have beat the shit out of her

<
Ariel
> Pity really that the girl gave up

<
Sam
> Possessive Jane

<
Ariel
> Caveman Jane :D

<
Sam
> We need to buy her a bat to finish the look

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Ariel
> Yeah, next time a bitch comes to sniff around her man, she would punch her

<
Sam
> Imagine the news spread in a magazine. Caveman Jane, after a fight with a woman, grabbed her husband by the hair and took him inside her cave. LMAO

<
Ariel
> That’s funny! *rofl*

<
Jane
> SHUT UP

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Bella
> Seriously, girls, leave her alone.

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Jane
> Thanks, babe. I knew I could count on you.

<
Bella
> I would have lost my shit too if someone touched Ryan like that. You go, girl. We need to make sure to let women know these guys are taken.

I glared at her across the room. She was sitting on Ryan’s lap, who was gently playing with her hair, and sending smirks and smiles my way.

Traitor.

<
Jane
> Ha, ha. If you guys are done, how about you shut up like I asked you to. BTW, Bella, thanks for nothing

<
Bella
> Welcome, babe. Always glad to help

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Ariel
> That kiss though…sex is coming your way

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Jane
> Sex is not coming my way, and what the hell does that mean anyway? No one says it like that.

<
Sam
> You have condoms, right? Or you guys do it without? Fuck if I know how couples do it.

ane
> Stop swearing so much, Sam, seriously. And none of your business.

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Ariel
> Oh it so means with no condoms. Girl you need to share how it feels, okay? I mean dying to know here.

<
Bella
> Amazing, imagine great sex but even better

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Sam
> Damn, you’re making me horny. I miss sex.

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Ariel
> Shut up, bitch. At least you can grab that manager of ours anytime. Now I have no idea when my getting laid will come. Ugh.

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Sam
> I’m not gonna grab him. I’ll find someone on tour.

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Bella
> We’re on tour

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Ariel
> Yeah, right. Face it; your vajayjay was used only by Jeremy in the last year. I don’t know why it’s hard for you to accept the guy.