Jane's Surrender (Hard World Tour #2) (33 page)

“
Don’t look at me like that, because I know you need to eat. The idea of you in my bed makes me crazy, and I’ve been fighting a hard-on since your first song.” He then laughed self-consciously. “Fuck that, since the first moment I saw you. So, beautiful, as much as I want you to enjoy dinner, make sure you do it quickly, okay?” He never asked me for anything; he always gave. That made me realize he really needed me, and no one ever needed me like that.

Like they could barely breathe without me.

“
I’ll try.”

He chuckled, leaned back, gave me one last look, and then grabbed my hand, and we went to the table where I noticed everyone was waiting for us.

The table was round, so everyone sat close to each other. Ryan was next to Bella, who was next to Sam, and she was next to Ariel. Jeremy sat next to Jo. Two places were between him and Sam, and Drake and I sat in them.

The tension was evident in the air, but I doubted anyone would comment.

The dinner would probably drag on, especially when all I wanted was to jump my husband.

My body shivered, and I couldn't wait for tonight.

Drake

I pushed her back to the wall, her legs around my waist and her hands in my hair, and I entered her. She moaned into my mouth.

The kiss we shared was rough, demanding, punishing, hot, and needy.

My hands squeezed her hips harder and I pumped inside her with force. Breathing heavily, I moved my mouth down and sucked on her nipples, hard, making her clench around me.

Fuck, she was so fucking tight it was impossible not to love being inside her. The taste of her in my mouth, the smell of her skin, and the way she made those small noises when I pleasured her was driving me insane.

My hand moved to her hair and tugged on it, making her neck arch for me and my assault. My lips sucked the tender skin of her throat, making sure I left a mark, my mark.

She was mine, and I wanted the whole fucking world to know it.

Jane moaned and dug her nails into my shoulders painfully. She scratched me brutally, and I fucking loved it.

Whether she knew it or not, she had left a mark on me too. She marked me as hers.

“
Drake,” she cried out, and I pounded into her again, this time harder, and the way she reacted, I knew she was close, and she was just begging me to give it to her.

Not yet.

“
I love the feel of you around me, the taste of you,” I whispered. She groaned and I captured her mouth with mine again, pushing my tongue in deep, mimicking what my cock did inside her. My hands grabbed her ass painfully, and impaled her harder on me. “The only thing I don't like is I didn't get the chance to go down on you. I love the taste of your pussy on my tongue. But we needed to take the edge off. Next, I’ll have you straddling my face.” I pushed inside her again, and she clenched around me and cried out as her climax consumed her. She gasped into my mouth and held me tighter.

There was no more beautiful sight than her coming while I was inside her.

I felt the tingle in my spine, and with several more thrusts, I came inside her with a cry of my own. She held my eyes and brought my mouth to hers to give me another hot kiss.

It was as if we couldn't get enough of each other.

We stood there, our bodies locked, my seed inside her, while we were both sweaty, breathless, and naked in the middle of the room, her back against the wall.

The whining of the puppy behind the door penetrated through the haze of desire.

We both froze then burst out laughing.

“
I think he feels lonely,” Jane said as her eyes softened. “Maybe we need to take him to bed tonight.” As much as I loved the little guy, it wasn’t my idea of a fun night.

“
No can do, baby. Three is a crowd in bed.”

She giggled.

“
Let me grab some jeans, take him out, and come back to you. You can clean up and be ready for me once I return.” My voice lowered, and her hand in my hair tightened and tugged on it almost painfully. Since I was still inside her, I could feel her clench around me once again.

She liked the idea.

Good.

“
The things you say sometimes.” Her voice trembled.

“
The good things, right?”

She nodded and licked her lips. Fuck, how was it possible not to kiss her again?

After thoroughly kissing her, I put her down, cleaned up in the bathroom while she decided to take quick shower, gave her a soft peck on the lips, grabbed some jeans, and went out with Sparky.

He was whining and barking happily, his tail wiggling from side to side.

“
Come on, little guy.” The minute I opened the door, he shot out faster than a rocket and jumped around happily.

The weather was a bit chilly, but welcome after the hot, steamy love we just made.

I didn’t think life could get any better than that. I almost laughed aloud that I had a wife and a dog to take care of, and soon, probably, a little girl too.

We still had no news on Hope. Even Dad’s hands were tied, because the issue was public. Logan needed help; we had talked with him, and he was shocked to the core that the woman he used to love had given birth to his child.

I had no idea how I would have felt had Jane had a baby, never told me, and my child thought someone else was her dad. I probably would have been livid. Logan took it calmly, just promised me he would get the hell out of rehab and take care of her.

While I believed in what he said, life had a way of interfering in plans.

After a few minutes, Sparky was done, came closer to me, and lay down on the concrete on his back, looking at me expectantly. I squatted and patted his belly. He ate up all the attention.

“
Come on, little guy. We need to get back to our girl.” He pushed back up from his haunches and barked. “Yeah, I think we need to.” We headed back and I opened the door for him to go in, but the sounds coming from the bus, which stood a few feet away from ours, held my attention.

Two voices were arguing, and it wasn't hard to guess who.

Sam and Jeremy.

“
I don’t think I have anything left to say,” Jer said, his hands behind his head, keeping his distance from Sam.

“
Nothing happened!” Her voice was almost hysterical. She tried to touch him, but he took a step back from her.

“
Really? Because I showed up, right? You were sitting on his fucking lap!” he said furiously, and she winced.

“
He was a fan! He wanted to take a picture, and before I knew it, he sat me on his lap the minute you entered.”

“
Right.”

“
It’s the truth. Believe me.”

“
I have no fucking idea what kind of games you think you’re playing, but I’m done,” he snapped, straightened his spine, and gave her a cold look.

“
Done?” Her voice was slightly lower, but loud enough for me to hear.

“
Yeah, done. Do whatever the fuck you want. I don’t give a shit. For four fucking years, I tried to be with you, but there was always something. I waited for you to make a move, but no. So I’m fucking done. No more games. No more no-strings-attached sex. And no more of you sitting on other guys’ laps while I go bat-shit crazy,” he finished calmly, and turned around to leave, when she grabbed his hand. He stopped, but didn't turn back to her.

“
Please, Jeremy. There has been no one else since that first night.” Her voice was soft and pleading.

“
Maybe. But I’m done. I waited and waited. It doesn't seem like you want love, and I’m fucking tired of begging.” He removed his hand from hers and disappeared into the darkness, while Sam stood there numbly for a second, but then quickly ran inside the bus and shut the door behind her.

Fuck.

She seemed crushed, and I did feel for Jer and everything he went through, but he was making a mistake in my opinion. Sam wasn't the type of a person a guy said he was done with. This might have bigger consequences than he thought.

Jane opened the door and frowned.

“
What are you guys still doing outside? He is practically whimpering here.” She scooped Sparky up and patted him gently while hugging him to her chest. Her skin was flushed, and she was wearing my shirt, her hair pinned up, her bare legs on full display.

My beautiful girl was never more beautiful than right then.

“
Yeah, I’m coming.”

She smiled and was about to step back to make room for me, when she noticed my expression. “Everything all right?” She sounded worried now.

I wanted nothing more than to strip her naked and take my time making love with her, but her girl was suffering and probably heartbroken. She needed to be with her and make sure that Sam was all right.

Kissing goodbye to my dream of making love with her, I told her what I had heard.

She frowned, glanced at the bus, and then disappeared back inside.

I followed her and sat on the couch. She was probably putting on some clothes, so I was surprised when she emerged from the room wearing nothing but that damn shirt and sat next to me, putting her hand on the back of the couch behind my head.

“
Why are you still here?”

She frowned. “Why? Are you waiting for some company?”

“
Funny.” I gave her a light slap on her thigh, and she laughed. “Aren’t you going to check on Sam?” She shook her head then started playing with my hair, and it felt fucking amazing.

“
I called Ariel, and she said Sam shut her door and went to sleep. We all know her, and she isn't in the mood to talk right now.” She looked wistful, and that made me curious. They were such a close-knit group of people they knew exactly how to read each other’s moods.

“
When do you think she’ll be in the mood?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe never, I don’t know. Jeremy was a sore subject for both of us for a long time.” She bit her lips worriedly, and my thumb stroked it gently.

“
It’s okay. You can talk about your feelings. I already know about them. This won’t stand between us.” I wanted her to be comfortable in her own skin, and even though the idea of her in love with someone else made me crazy, this was still something that was important to her.

Therefore, it was important to me.

Her eyes warmed as she tangled her fingers with mine, and continued, “She never talks about him. It’s like he doesn’t exist for her. We know she has feelings for him, but she never admits it. I know it’s not the time to push her, and I want to stay here with you.” She took a deep breath, looked me in the eye, and whispered, “I want you to understand that you are important to me, too. Just like the girls or Jeremy.”

My girl was trying to tell me that I mattered to her, that time with me mattered. A deep knot inside me loosened. Until that moment, I didn't realize I worried that maybe our relationship wasn't important to her, that other people in her life, the people who she had known for ages, had a better place in her heart.

But she was communicating to me that I had a place as well, and what was I supposed to say to that?

There were no words.

I pulled her into my arms, circled her waist, and sat her on my lap. We held each other’s gaze and my hands palmed her face.

“
Thank you.”

She smiled, nodded, and hugged me close, resting her chin on my shoulder.

The feel of her, her smell, the fact that she was so soft and willing in my arms, warmed me.

I loved her.

Truly, deeply loved her.

Maybe in the beginning it was just a deep and instant connection based on the attraction I felt towards her, something that never happened to me before. But I had all those years to study her from afar, these months on tour with her, and now she was opening up to me. There was no question she was the one and only.