The Loneliest Tour (24 page)

“
Don
’
t tempt me,
”
Jett warned.
“
Just don
’
t tempt me.
”

“
Oh,
I am.
”

Jett
’
s
cell started to beep. He gritted his teeth. Lowering his mouth to Masie
’
s, he kissed her. A beautiful
and perfect kiss.

“
I
’
ll be back in a few.
”

Jett walked away and Masie stepped
into the shower.

She let the water rush over her.
Her mind was screaming on the inside, reminding her that she was on a tour bus.
That she just had the hands of the guitarist from Willow Son all over her body.

And just as Jett had promised, he
came back into the bathroom holding Masie
’
s
bag.

“
How
did you do that?
”
Masie
asked.

“
I
’
m famous,
”
Jett said.
“
I
get what I want. Now finish up. The rest of the guys will be here soon. Then we
start cruising.
”

Masie was left in awe. Even
standing in the warm shower she had a cool shiver race through her body.

Jett was beyond amazing. Their
‘
thing
’
had grown beyond hooking up and just being a
dancer and a rockstar.

With her eyes shut, her head and
face in the water, Masie smiled.

I
’
m falling for him.

**

Jett tuned up his guitar as he
stared out the window. The road breezed by in a blur. There was a lot of
background noise and conversation behind him, but he could only focus on the
guitar. That and Masie
’
s
sweet voice. He could pick her voice out of a million because it was the only
one that made his heart race.

She and Tessa were in a deep
conversation about their favorite kinds of coffees and little dive places to
eat. However the hell they connected so fast was a miracle. Maybe because Tessa
understood what it was like to love a rockstar.

What, does that mean Masie loves
me?

Jett paused for a second to
consider the thought. It wasn
’
t
the worst thing in the world. At least not for him. But for Masie, that would
be a chore. A woman like Masie deserved to have her dreams first.

With his mind crossing a very
serious line, Jett turned around, while seated on the table, and strummed a
loud chord.

The rest of the guys - and women -
stopped talking.

“
Let
’
s play,
”
Jett said.

“
I
’
m ready,
”
Colby said. He had two notebooks on the table and
had been scratching at some lyrics the entire afternoon.

Normally the bus ride was crammed
or boring. It was usually a good time to catch up on sleep, but Jett felt very
rested. Holding Masie all night was like a jolt of energy for his body.

“
Wait,
”
Ryker said.
“
If we do this, we do it right.
”

He went to the fridge and took out
beer. A drink for everyone.

Jett had no problem with that.
After all, it was their day off. They could get a little loosened up in the
afternoon and not give a shit. It was an actual day off too. Meaning no press,
no interviews, nothing. The only thing they had planned was to arrive in the
next city by early evening. Tomorrow morning, however, it would get busy again
with a full day of interviews and then the show.

But right now, they were free. All
of them.

Jett looked at Masie and winked.

She seemed happy.

“
So,
”
Van said,
“
let
’
s skip the small talk and go right for it. What
’
s it like dancing for Crutch
Fail?
”

“
Jesus,
man,
”
Jett said.
“
Don
’
t make her sick.
”

“
I
’
m serious,
”
Van said as he laughed.

“
It
’
s not as fun as you
’
d think,
”
Masie said.

“
They
suck so bad,
”
Tessa said.

“
She
said it, not me,
”
Colby
said.

“
You
’
ve said it before,
”
Brantley said.
“
We all have.
”

“
It
’
ll be over soon,
”
Van said.

“
Yeah,
I know,
”
Masie whispered.

The mood fell.

That
’
s
when Jett started to play guitar. Going right into whatever song came to his mind
first. Ryker picked up with Jett while Van went to get a guitar for himself,
and Brantley brought out a set of handheld drums. Colby stood and started to
sing.

One song turned into a damn
concert. It turned into all five members of Willow Son taking turns singing and
jamming on guitars, Tessa and Masie singing during the choruses, and drinking
more beer than they probably should have for an afternoon off.

“
Wait,
”
Colby said.
“
Let
’
s work on something new. Let
’
s just try to throw something together. I
’
ve got these lyrics
…”

Jett moved from the table to the
one across from him, to be closer to Masie. She stood and stumbled, but quickly
blamed the bus, not the beer. Everyone started to laugh. It took a lot for them
actually feel a bump in the road while on the bus. The vehicles were designed
to be traveling hotels.

“
Okay,
man,
”
Jett said.
“
Let
’
s get something going here.
”

“
I
have something,
”
Van said.
“
Here
…”

And just like that, the bassist for
Willow Son started to play a riff on guitar. It was a little choppy but had a
good sound to it. Jett could already hear it electric, a nice, live sound with
a little reverb and gain behind it to add power.

“
Keep
that going,
”
Ryker said.

He came in with the root chords to
the riff, adding more life.

Jett watched and listened.

Colby nodded his head.

Brantley started to play the drums.

There was a good sound going.

It just needed something
…

Jett shut his eyes. He felt Masie
leaning on his shoulder. Her right hand was at the back of his shirt, holding
on tight. The moment couldn
’
t
get any better. It was the most alive he felt t and the most fun he could
remember having on a tour bus in a long time, maybe ever.

“
Okay,
”
Jett whispered.

He watched Van one more time and
then came in. He started with the root chord of the riff played an octave
higher. It gave an echoing sound to the music. He then went into his own little
riff, gently plucking the strings. It didn
’
t
overpower Van but added harmony to it.

“
That
’
s awesome,
”
Brantley said.

Colby started to sing, very loosely
though, trying to figure out what worked and what didn
’
t.

It took them all of an hour to
actually come up with something worth playing.

They ran through the song a couple
more times and finally Colby called it. He waved his hands. He closed his notebooks.
He twisted the cap off a fresh beer.

“
It
’
s supposed to be our day off,
”
he said.

“
We
’
re just having fun,
”
Jett said.

Masie slipped her hand between the
guitar and Jett
’
s body,
sliding down, touching over his jeans a little.
“
I
have a different version of fun.
”

Jett looked at Masie.
“
You
’
re wild. You try to play it off. But you
’
re really something wild.
”

Masie smirked and that
’
s when Jett felt it really hit
him.

The way he felt about Masie. It was
real. It was good.

They drank and laughed, sneaking
kisses when they could, and the bus came to its destination.

Leaving the bus, Jett slipped his
had into Masie
’
s and held
tight. They were all mostly drunk, looking like a bunch of fools stumbling out
of the tour bus. For Masie, it was the most rockstar thing she had ever done in
her life. Partying and getting drunk on her day off.

“
Hey,
”
Jett whispered.
“
We
’
re
getting our own room. We still have some time left in our day off together.
”

Masie looked at Jett and smiled
big. Her eyes were glossy but still sexy.

I
’
m going to fall in love with her
…
damn.

(17)

I
’
m really falling in love with him.

Masie gripped the sheets on the bed
tight and lifted her lower half for Jett. She nibbled at his neck, tasting his
sweaty skin, loving it. When her head hit the pillow again, she arched her
back, wanting and demanding more. Her body craved him in a way she never knew
could exist.

One of Jett
’
s hands moved up to her breast, cupping tight. His
mouth came down and tasted her other breast. The feel of his tongue circling
around her nipple sent a tingling pleasure sensation right between her legs.
She was so achy and tender, climaxing with a loud and satisfying moan.

Jett kept thrusting, working with
her body as she throbbed against his cock. Jett lowered his body down to hers.
His hands reached down and cupped her ass. He squeezed tight and lifted, gently
speeding himself up. Masie kissed his neck, nibbled at his ear, and cried out
again. She was so full, but it felt so good.

“
Oh,
sweetheart,
”
Jett groaned.
“
Fuck.
”

Jett climaxed a moment later,
bringing Masie to another wild climax.

From the tour bus to the hotel
room.

The entire thing was crazy. It was
wild.

Jett pulled Masie on top of him,
her head resting on his chest. She remained there, listening and feeling his
heart racing and then slowing down. She perked up and looked at him. His face
was chiseled from stone. His eyes were deep and lustful. When he smiled though,
it was almost magical. The feeling it sent through Masie
’
s body made her bite her lip.

“
What?
”

“
When
this is all over,
”
Masie
said.
“
The tour. I just can
’
t figure it out.
”

“
Figure
what out?
”

“
This.
Us. What
’
ll happen.
”
Masie was still a little drunk.
She was tired, dehydrated, but she didn
’
t
want to miss a second with Jett.
“
You
’
re going to stay on tour. I won
’
t. This isn
’
t a year long thing for me. It
’
s not what I want.
”

“
I
have what I want right here,
”
Jett said.
“
I
’
m holding it.
”

“
You
can say that all you want, Jett. You
’
re
rich.
”

“
Hey,
this isn
’
t a money thing,
”
Jett said.
“
I really
…
I really care about you. I like you. I
’
m beyond it. This is real for
me.
”

“
This
is real for me,
”
Masie
said. Her heart fluttered.
“
I
did something dumb once though, Jett. I fucked up my dream once before.
”

“
What
does that mean?
”
Jett
asked.

“
I
had the chance at my dream. My actual dream, Jett.
”

“
Meaning?
”

“
I
was dancing professionally and getting paid for it. I was in a ballet program,
actually working. It was everything I
’
ve
ever wanted. Getting paid to do something I really loved. I got to show up,
learn some amazing moves, practice until I was in pain, and then go home. Wake
up and repeat it. There were talks that I was going to be put on tour. Or I
’
d be sent to New York City and
stay there for a little while. The chance, Jett. That
’
s what it was. The chance.
”

“
Well,
what happened?
”
Jett asked.

“
I
slept with the guy running the program.
”