his fists.
"No. Please."
She jumped up and grabbed his arm. "I don't want fighting."
"No one in my band
acts like this. He's never acted like this before. I want to know why
he's being such a dick to you."
"Not everyone has to
like me."
"But he damn well
can treat you better. You're not his slave."
She needed to calm him
down. This couldn't turn into another bar fight. She stepped in front of him,
blocking the door. "It's one in the morning. You can't go pounding on his
door or pounding on his head at this hour. They'll call the cops."
"I don't care."
"I do." Her
mind spun. Heat glittered in his gaze. She grabbed his hand and guided it to
her breast. "I'd rather have you here with me than in a jail cell."
His eyes roamed her body,
his gaze became hungry and heated.
"We should pick up
where we left off." She reached out and toyed with the light sprinkling of
hair on his chest.
"I'm way too keyed
up right now." His hands formed fists at his sides. "I can't touch
you. I won't be gentle."
"Who says I want
gentle?" She stepped closer then licked his chest.
"Jayne." He
murmured her name. Fingers skated up her spine and cupped her shoulder. " I want gentle. I wanted to show you this is more than just sex for me."
Her heart melted. She
turned her head and pressed a kiss into his palm. "You showed me that
earlier. I know you care. You wrote me that song, remember?"
He'd sang his song to her
in whispered tones as though he'd been telling her a secret, confessing his
feelings, as though she was the only woman in the world he'd intended to hear
it. Whether that was true or not, she needed to show him how important he'd
become to her.
He drew her to him,
cupped her face in his hands and touched his lips to hers. "I do
care."
Her hands slipped around
his waist and rested on his back. The curves of her body lined against the
planes of his like they were made for each other. "Good, then stick around
and show me."
Zander smiled against her
lips. "All right. But I'm still ripping his head off first-thing in the
morning."
The delay would only be a
delay. She couldn't stop Zander from searching out Luke in the morning. But
hopefully by then, tempers would have cooled.
CHAPTER TEN
Zander woke to sunlight streaming in
the windows and Jayne in his arms. He stroked a hand over the curve of her
waist and she laughed, shifting her body against his. He smiled and ran his
fingers over that spot again. "Ticklish?"
"I know better than
to answer that question." She kissed his jaw.
The alarm clock blared.
He reached over and turned it off. "I have to head downstairs."
"I don't want any
tension. He probably won't ask me to run crazy errands anymore." Sitting
up, she grabbed his arm. Tension tightened her voice and her muscles stiffened.
"I really don't want this to get worse."
He wrapped his arms
around her and kissed her temple. "It's not going to get worse. I'm
talking to him."
"Okay, but please
don't say anything to Irisa. She has a lot going on right now. I know something
happened with her and Dom and I don't want to give her anything new to worry
about."
"All right. She
doesn't have to know." Dom had made his sister cry. And for that, he
needed to be held accountable. For now, he could leave his sister out of the
situation. "Wait here for me. I don't think this will take long."
"Talking only. No
fighting."
"I will do my best
not to punch him but I can't make any promises."
He dressed and then
headed downstairs. Landry and Brendan waited by the breakfast bar. He grabbed a
cup of coffee. A few minutes later, Luke arrived.
Landry yawned. "Why
are we having a meeting?"
Luke glared at Zander.
"What the hell were you doing in Jayne's room? Are you sleeping with
her?"
"Dude, really?"
Landry shook his head. "You know it's not smart to fuck someone who's with
the band."
Shit. "That's not
the point of this discussion."
"Maybe it should
be." Luke leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.
"Hell no. Don't turn
this
"No. Please."
She jumped up and grabbed his arm. "I don't want fighting."
"No one in my band
acts like this. He's never acted like this before. I want to know why
he's being such a dick to you."
"Not everyone has to
like me."
"But he damn well
can treat you better. You're not his slave."
She needed to calm him
down. This couldn't turn into another bar fight. She stepped in front of him,
blocking the door. "It's one in the morning. You can't go pounding on his
door or pounding on his head at this hour. They'll call the cops."
"I don't care."
"I do." Her
mind spun. Heat glittered in his gaze. She grabbed his hand and guided it to
her breast. "I'd rather have you here with me than in a jail cell."
His eyes roamed her body,
his gaze became hungry and heated.
"We should pick up
where we left off." She reached out and toyed with the light sprinkling of
hair on his chest.
"I'm way too keyed
up right now." His hands formed fists at his sides. "I can't touch
you. I won't be gentle."
"Who says I want
gentle?" She stepped closer then licked his chest.
"Jayne." He
murmured her name. Fingers skated up her spine and cupped her shoulder. " I want gentle. I wanted to show you this is more than just sex for me."
Her heart melted. She
turned her head and pressed a kiss into his palm. "You showed me that
earlier. I know you care. You wrote me that song, remember?"
He'd sang his song to her
in whispered tones as though he'd been telling her a secret, confessing his
feelings, as though she was the only woman in the world he'd intended to hear
it. Whether that was true or not, she needed to show him how important he'd
become to her.
He drew her to him,
cupped her face in his hands and touched his lips to hers. "I do
care."
Her hands slipped around
his waist and rested on his back. The curves of her body lined against the
planes of his like they were made for each other. "Good, then stick around
and show me."
Zander smiled against her
lips. "All right. But I'm still ripping his head off first-thing in the
morning."
The delay would only be a
delay. She couldn't stop Zander from searching out Luke in the morning. But
hopefully by then, tempers would have cooled.
CHAPTER TEN
Zander woke to sunlight streaming in
the windows and Jayne in his arms. He stroked a hand over the curve of her
waist and she laughed, shifting her body against his. He smiled and ran his
fingers over that spot again. "Ticklish?"
"I know better than
to answer that question." She kissed his jaw.
The alarm clock blared.
He reached over and turned it off. "I have to head downstairs."
"I don't want any
tension. He probably won't ask me to run crazy errands anymore." Sitting
up, she grabbed his arm. Tension tightened her voice and her muscles stiffened.
"I really don't want this to get worse."
He wrapped his arms
around her and kissed her temple. "It's not going to get worse. I'm
talking to him."
"Okay, but please
don't say anything to Irisa. She has a lot going on right now. I know something
happened with her and Dom and I don't want to give her anything new to worry
about."
"All right. She
doesn't have to know." Dom had made his sister cry. And for that, he
needed to be held accountable. For now, he could leave his sister out of the
situation. "Wait here for me. I don't think this will take long."
"Talking only. No
fighting."
"I will do my best
not to punch him but I can't make any promises."
He dressed and then
headed downstairs. Landry and Brendan waited by the breakfast bar. He grabbed a
cup of coffee. A few minutes later, Luke arrived.
Landry yawned. "Why
are we having a meeting?"
Luke glared at Zander.
"What the hell were you doing in Jayne's room? Are you sleeping with
her?"
"Dude, really?"
Landry shook his head. "You know it's not smart to fuck someone who's with
the band."
Shit. "That's not
the point of this discussion."
"Maybe it should
be." Luke leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.
"Hell no. Don't turn
this
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