Owned: An Alpha Anthology Part 5

"Why?"

"In the photography I specialise in, I have full control over the models, the lighting, and the angles I can shoot." I motion toward the stage. "With this, I have no control over any of that. There's also the clutter to take into account."

He seems fascinated with this. "What do you mean by clutter?"

"Things like microphones, stands, cables, amplifiers, scaffolding in the background, lighting rigs... those sorts of things. And then if I'm photographing, say you, and I have the shot all lined up but then another band member jumps into the shot...that kind of thing is another issue." I smile at him. "Don't get me wrong, I'm really looking forward to this, but I'm nervous I'll let you guys down."

"Presley, I've no doubt you're gonna do a spectacular job. You won't let us down, so please stop worrying about that. Just listening to you talk shows me that you know what the h.e.l.l you're talking about."

His words calm me a little. My nerves have already started to ease. Having the time to check the stage out and come up with some ideas has helped me with that, and I silently thank Hunter for his compulsive need for everyone to be here hours before the concert begins.

"Jett," a guy calls out from the stage.

He turns to see who is calling for him, nods at the guy, and then looks back at me. "That's our lighting tech, so I need to see what he needs. Are you okay on your own?"

I nod and give him a rea.s.suring smile. "Go. I'm all good."

"Okay, sweetheart. I'll see you backstage after the concert," he promises before jogging to where the lighting tech is waiting for him.

I watch him for a little while. He seems to have a lot of control over how the concert will run, and I've gotten the impression he takes charge of the band a lot. So far, though, I haven't seen any evidence of that being an issue for anyone. They seem to naturally defer to him when a decision needs to be made. I like his take-charge att.i.tude, but the thing I like about it the most is he leads rather than controls. There's nothing worse than being told what to do with little regard for what you want.

A couple of hours later, I'm fully into the swing of this. The concert is packed and the energy is electric. Jett and the guys know how to deliver a show, that's for sure. And their fans eat it up. They love the band in a way I've never seen before. I've been to a lot of concerts, but Crave draws the crowd in and makes them feel like old friends. And their music is amazing. I can't believe I've never heard it before. I really do need to get out more.

I started off a little rocky, but I quickly worked out what I was doing. After spending some time watching each band member and learning their idiosyncrasies, I worked out the best shots to aim for. Jett has this way of leaning away from the mic during pauses in songs, so I've managed to capture that pretty well, I think. Van is the lead guitarist, and he and Jett have this chemistry on stage that creates some great photo ops. I've been able to capture their dynamic really well, and I can't wait to see how the photos turn out. And then there's Hunter on the drums and West on rhythm guitar. I got some great shots of the both of them, too, and I'm quietly confident all my photos will turn out well and the guys will be happy with them.

As they wrap the concert up, I take in their fans. It's pretty clear they've loved every minute of it, but at the same time are disappointed it's over. I can relate for a couple of reasons. Number one, I think I've fallen in love with photography all over again, and I could keep going for hours. And number two, there's a backstage party after the concert, and I really don't want to go. Hanging out with groupies is the last thing I want to do.

ALL YOUR REASONS BY NINA LEVINE.

5 - Presley.

Me: I kicked a.s.s.

Michael: Knew you f.u.c.king would. Thank G.o.d my a.s.s is spared.

Me: No your a.s.s is still on the line because now I'm at the after party and these people are nearly as bad as those f.u.c.king models I hate.

Michael: Leaving town now...

"What are you laughing at?" Jett asks as he comes up behind me and slides his hands around my waist. They settle on my stomach, and I look down taking that sight in. I like it. A lot.

"I wasn't laughing."

His chin rests on my shoulder and his warm breath feathers against my neck as he speaks, causing a new rush of desire to pool in my stomach. "Not on the outside, but I can tell that something has amused you," he says.

I debate whether to be honest with him and then think to h.e.l.l with it. I've never censored myself for anyone before, so why start now? "I was just texting my agent and told him I am going to kick his a.s.s for this job."

"You didn't enjoy it?"

"No, I did enjoy it. I just don't care much for the people at your after party. I told him they're almost as bad as the models I've been subjected to for years."

A voice booms from beside me. "Oh yeah, they are." It's West. "I totally agree with you there, babe." I remember the day I met him at the airport. He flirted with me enough to p.i.s.s Jett off, but even then, I could tell he was only doing it to rile Jett up. I don't know him, but West seems to care for Jett a lot.

Jett's hands tighten around my waist, and he pulls me closer to him. "Don't you have a groupie to entertain, West?" His voice is deep and growly as he asks this, and I can feel his body has tensed up.

"Calm the f.u.c.k down, dude. I'm not after your woman, but she's cool to talk to. You think you can handle it if I just talk to her for a bit?"

I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing, and West winks at me.

Jett straightens and he repositions me so I'm pulled tight against his side, his hand firm around my waist. "Yeah, I can handle you talking to her, but seriously, take your f.u.c.king eyes off her body."

West shakes his head and pins Jett with a glare. "You've never cared before."

"Yeah, well I care now."

They glare at each other for a few moments and then a scantily-clad woman sidles up to West. She gives me a filthy look as she puts her arm around him. "West, you said you wouldn't be long, but you've been gone for ages. Are you coming back now?" Her voice has that breathy, s.e.xpot tone to it, and I take an instant dislike to her. I don't care what anyone says, women like that give the rest of us a bad name.

West rolls his eyes and removes her arms from his body. "No, I'm busy." He doesn't tell her to leave, but his tone speaks volumes, and she understands it. Scowling at me, she huffs and then saunters off.

"Why is that my fault?" I'm p.i.s.sed and have to restrain myself from following her to give her a piece of my mind.

West chuckles. "Because you've got my attention and she hasn't. Clearly, it's your fault." He throws a wink in while he says this.

"I like you, West. And that's saying something because I dislike most people," I tell him.

A huge smile spreads across his face. Looking at Jett, he says, "Don't f.u.c.k this up, a.s.shole. She likes me, and I like her, which is more than can be said for all the other women you chase."

Jealousy rears its ugly head again. I hate this feeling and am reminded why I said I'd never date a rock star again. The constant state of wondering and worrying your man will stray is something I don't want to have to deal with again.

I can hear the scowl in Jett's voice as he replies, "f.u.c.k off, d.i.c.khead, and stop flirting with her."

West holds his hands up in a defensive movement. "I'm out of here." His gaze s.h.i.+fts to the door, and his eyes light up. "f.u.c.k me, I'm gonna tap that tonight," he says and heads off in that direction.

Jett and I turn to see who he's talking about, and I'm impressed to discover West has taste. The woman he mentioned has a cla.s.sy look to her rather than the s.l.u.tty, groupie look.

I swivel in Jett's embrace so I'm looking up at him. Smiling, I say, "West seems like a cool guy."

The scowl is gone from his face. "Yeah, he's like a brother to me."

"So, all that stuff about him flirting with me was just mucking around?"

"Mostly."

"What does that mean, Jett? I don't want to come between friends."

He pulls me tighter to him. "You won't come between friends, but West has this tendency to flirt with every woman he meets, and if he keeps that s.h.i.+t up with you, he and I will have a problem."

I'm surprised by his words. We've known each other for less than three days, and from what I've worked out, Jett doesn't date. So, I'm left wondering why he's gone all territorial over me.

"Jett!" Van, the other guitarist in the band is stalking towards us with a foul look on his face.

"f.u.c.k," Jett mutters under his breath.

Van stops in front of us, his hard stare focused on Jett. "What the f.u.c.k is this fundraising dinner you've agreed to?"

"It's to raise funds for cancer research. I thought you'd be all over it after what your mother went through." His voice is tight, controlled.

"Yeah, but why the f.u.c.k would you sign us up for it when you know full f.u.c.king well who else is going to be there? I told you I never want to see that motherf.u.c.ker again."

Van is radiating anger, his green eyes flas.h.i.+ng with wild intensity. He's all edge and jaggedness, and I've seen the women flock to him tonight. Van's pure rock star with his dark, s.h.a.ggy hair, piercings, tattoos, and couldn't-give-a-f.u.c.k aura.

"When I signed us up, I didn't know who would be there, and we can't back out now."

Van looks ready to explode with his anger and rakes a hand through his hair. "f.u.c.k!" He turns and takes a couple of steps away from us before looking back at Jett. "If s.h.i.+t goes down there, it's not my f.u.c.king fault," he declares and then stalks out of the room.

"f.u.c.king h.e.l.l," Jett mutters and lets me go. He rubs the back of his neck, and I don't say a word because it's clear he needs a moment. Once he gets himself under control, he says, "Sorry about that."

"No need to apologise."

The air is still tense around us as he calms down. Then he grasps my elbow and begins walking us to the door. "I need to get out of here," he says more to himself than to me, and I follow wordlessly. I have no problem with leaving this party. I didn't even want to be here in the first place.

As we pa.s.s through the door, people slap Jett on the back and say goodbye. He's not interested, though, and doesn't respond to any of them. His intent to get us out of here fast is obvious.

He stalks through the corridors and leads us outside to a waiting limo. Without a word exchanged, he indicates for me to get in and I do. He still seems a little worked up about his run-in with Van.

As he settles on the seat next to me, he leans back and drops his head onto the headrest. Pus.h.i.+ng out a long, heavy breath, he says, "Jesus, I could do without some of this s.h.i.+t today."

"You wanna talk about it?"

Angling his head to look at me, he replies, "Not really." His hand slides around my neck and he murmurs, "I just want to kiss you and get inside you again. You good with that?"

I nod and he doesn't give me a chance to say anything before his lips come down on mine. I moan into his mouth. His kiss delivers bliss as if it's being injected straight into my bloodstream. The effect is intoxicating, and I want a never-ending supply of his drug.

He ends the kiss and pulls away so he can watch as he slides his hand up my top to cup my breast. His eyes s.h.i.+ft to mine, and our gazes stay connected while his hand pushes my bra cup aside so he can tweak my nipple. When his entire hand covers my breast, I feel it in my core. His gaze is still focused on mine, and that alone is enough to cause want and need to spiral through me.

Oh G.o.d, I have to have him now.

I move so I'm straddling him, and press my lips to his. I kiss my desire into his mouth, and he groans as I press my p.u.s.s.y against him. He's so hard, and I can't wait any longer for him. I pull away and breathe out, "Condom?"

He reaches into his pocket for his wallet and gives me a condom. "You gonna f.u.c.k me, sweetheart?"

I rip the foil packet open and unzip him. There's no time to waste, and I have his c.o.c.k in my hand a second later and roll the condom on. "Yeah, baby," I say as I strip my pants and panties off. And then I straddle him again and push myself down onto him. He sucks in a breath as he fills me, and I watch as his eyes flutter shut in pleasure.

"Feel good?" I ask as I move up and down his length. If it feels as good for him as it does for me, we're both in for a good time.

His eyes open to look at me. "Yeah," he grunts and then moves his hands so one grips my neck and the other takes a hold of my hair. Pulling my hair, he commands on a growl, "Don't f.u.c.king stop. Your p.u.s.s.y is like paradise on f.u.c.king crack."

His dirty words work me up even more, and I f.u.c.k him with a relentless pace. We're both chasing this, needing the release. Sweat slicks our skin as we careen towards heaven. As it starts to hit, I bend my head and bite his shoulder, swallowing the scream I can't deny.

"f.u.c.k!" He bucks underneath me and comes. His head leans against my shoulder as he surrenders to it.

I ride it out, wringing every last drop of what he's giving me. When I'm done, I sag against him, exhausted. We stay like that for a while until he eventually lifts his head and says, "f.u.c.k me, Presley, you know how to f.u.c.k."

"You sure know how to compliment a girl," I tease him.

"Just calling it like I see it." He winks at me and lightly slaps my a.s.s. "Where are we at with that addiction of yours? Have I fulfilled that promise yet?"

I kiss him before giving my answer. "What do you think?"

That wicked grin of his lights up his face. "I'd say we're doing a d.a.m.n good job of it, sweetheart. But just to be sure, we'd better keep at it."

I grin back at him, which is so unlike me. It seems with Jett, I do all the things I never do with anyone else. "I think we should."

And just like that, it's settled. I'm going to let Jett have his way with my body all night. I'm going to put all my hesitations about him out of my mind and enjoy all the pleasure he gives me.

ALL YOUR REASONS BY NINA LEVINE.

6 - Presley.

I wake up to sunlight streaming in the window, the rays fanning out across me on the bed.

Jett's bed.

We ended up here after the concert, and he spent hours wors.h.i.+pping my body. I didn't get a good look at his apartment as he was so intent on ripping my clothes off and getting me into his bed, but from what I could see, it's modern and sleek. He doesn't have a lot of personal touches like photos, paintings, and plants, so it's not the kind of apartment I would live in. I wonder how often he's home, though, to even notice.

Rolling over, I find him on his back, still asleep. This is the perfect opportunity to admire his beauty, and I let my gaze roam over his body. His abs are perfectly chiseled and I wonder how many hours he has to spend in the gym to achieve that. And his V? f.u.c.k me, I've never seen one so defined and so f.u.c.king delicious. I trace my fingers lightly down it, and he makes me jump when he growls, "You better be ready for me to f.u.c.k you if you're gonna do s.h.i.+t like that, sweetheart."

For someone who was asleep, he moves pretty b.l.o.o.d.y quickly, and in an instant, he's pushed me onto my back and is on top of me. He stares down at me, and says, "Morning." His voice is sleep husky, and I want to bottle that s.h.i.+t. It's s.e.xy and I want to play it over and over in my head for hours.

"Morning," I almost whisper, still distracted by his voice and those muscles. Oh...those muscles.

He bends his face to mine and softly kisses me. It's a wake-up kiss, but I know it'll quickly progress into something more. The sizzle between us is undeniable, and I doubt we could ever be in the same room without wanting each other.

He deepens our kiss, and I don't even care about morning breath. I want this man and nothing could get in the way of that at the moment. My legs wrap around his body, and I push myself towards him, but he pulls away and murmurs, "Wait a sec, beautiful. I need to wrap it."

f.u.c.k, he's right, and I'm grateful one of us is thinking straight. I watch as he moves effortlessly off the bed and into the bathroom in search of a condom. A moment later, he returns, condom in place.

As he moves over me, he asks, "Now, where were we?"

I loop my hands around his neck and press my lips to his. "Right here."