Jersey Six(40)

“You’re disgusting.” Her nose wrinkled.

“Every guy is disgusting. Even the ones who have a wife and two bratty little kids sitting next to them at church every Sunday morning. If you think for one second that they’re focused on salvation instead of their secretary blowing them in their office the next morning, then you’re just too damn na?ve.”

Jersey blinked several times. “Do you think of me blowing you?”

“I jerk off to the image of it at least twice a day.”

Her eyes narrowed into menacing little slits as she balled her fists.

“No.” Chris laughed. “You don’t get to be pissed off about that. If anything, I should get points for honesty. But if it makes you feel better, I’ve imagined Max doing it to me wearing nothing but her fancy white wool coat, and definitely your buddy Dani because she has her tongue pierced and that’s gotta feel like fucking nirvana.”

“I thought you were different than all the perverted thugs at Marley’s.” Jersey stepped away from him, walking backward down the hallway.

“Different? No. More self-controlled? Yes.”

Jersey stopped, tugging on her ponytail to tighten it. “Am I good?”

Chris lifted his chin, squinting his eyes.

“In your fantasies … am I good?” She smirked.

Even with the dim lighting, she could see his cheeks turn red. “Yeah, Jers … you’re my favorite fantasy.”

As she turned the corner to find Max, Jersey saw the band members exiting the building at the far end of the hallway. Everyone except Ian.

“Max!” Jersey jogged toward the door to the green room just as Max grabbed the handle. “Is he in there?”

“Yes.”

“I need to see him.”

“No.” Max winked at Jersey. A stupid wink like they were playing a game or telling jokes.

No game.

No jokes.

“Why are you telling me no? And what’s up with the winking? You suck at it in a really creepy way like your fake lashes are tickling your eyeball.”

Max returned a twisted grin. “Funny. And I’m telling you no because he’s having a muscle spasm in his back, and Nick is working on him, trying to get him comfortable enough to get to the hotel.”

“Oh, well I just need a few minutes with him.”

“Nope. Sorry Jersey, maybe later.”

“Can you at least give him a note for me?”

“Text him.”

Jersey scowled at Max.

Max rolled her eyes and dug through her handbag for a receipt and a pen. “You should use some of that newly earned cash of yours to buy a phone.”

“I don’t have anyone to call.”

“Ian … apparently you could call him, so I don’t have to pass notes during study hall for you.”

Jersey returned a sour face as Max handed her the receipt and pen. Deep down, she liked Max. Hell, she wanted to be Max. What a life to have?

Hi Coop. I was thinking of sucking your dick. Have a few minutes to spare?

Jersey folded the receipt and handed it with the pen back to Max. “I’ll wait outside for his response.” She shot Max a toothy grin.

“Don’t hold your breath. I think he’s in too much pain to be your pen pal tonight.” Max slipped inside of the green room and shut the door.

Jersey leaned against the opposite wall with her hands in her pockets and one ankle crossed over the other ankle. Less than a minute later, the door opened. Max exited followed by Nick.

Max glared at Jersey and her victorious smile. “What did your note say, Jersey?”

She shrugged. “What did Ian say?”

“He told us to send you in and give him ten minutes.”

Chris was right. The perverted bastard was right.

Jersey winked at Max, making it look awkward and exaggerated like Max’s crazy wink earlier.

“Make it quick. We need to get him back to the hotel,” Max grumbled.

“As quick as I can.” Jersey made an invisible cross over her chest with her finger before going into the green room and shutting the door.

“Lock it.” Ian’s deep, slightly strained voice startled her from her cloud of gloating.

Jersey locked the door.

“Do you have any idea how many ‘I want to suck your dick’ notes I get after my concerts?”

Jersey prowled toward him, feigning more confidence than she actually felt in her gut. “Three? Four?”

Ian cringed, rolling from his side to his back on the sofa. “Times a hundred.”

“So … lucky me …” She eased his legs apart and kneeled on the couch between them. If she had to infiltrate a man’s life to the point of doing absolutely anything to gain his trust, there were far worse choices than Ian Cooper. He personified sexy in a way Jersey had never experienced in her secluded life on the streets of Newark.

Ian swallowed hard, staring at her with a dark look in his eyes. “I’m not letting you suck my dick.”

She kissed his abs along his shirtless torso to the top of his happy trail. He tasted like salt. He probably needed a shower, but Jersey wasn’t an expert on smells either. Maybe if Ian had gone months without showering, she might have detected something unpleasant about him.

“Yet … you told me to lock the door.” Jersey dipped her tongue into his belly button as she unfastened his jeans.