Forbidden Billionaire Rockstar (Raising Havoc Bandmates #4)

10. Jace

10

Jace

The silence between us is a living thing, pulsing with unspoken words and dangerous possibilities. Mallory’s phone shatters the quiet, its shrill ring a stark reminder of the world beyond this room - a world where actions have consequences.

Her phone rings again, and I glance at the space on the table where it sits, raising a brow at her.

“You gonna get that?”

She sighs heavily and shakes her head. “I’d rather postpone the moment when I lose my job.”

“And who says that’s what is gonna happen, sweetheart?”

Mallory rolls her eyes and scoffs. “Did you see what I did? They’d be stupid not to fire me,” she mutters. “All I want to do is focus on fixing it.”

“Let me help,” I whisper.

The words slip out before I can stop them, laden with more meaning than I intended. It’s no longer about fixing her mistake anymore. It’s about us, this inexplicable pull between us that I can’t seem to shake.

“How do you plan on doing that? You have your own band to worry about.”

“I want to propose a deal.”

She arches a brow. “A deal? Right now?”

“It could help us both in the long run.”

Mallory stares at me for a moment and waves a hand. “Well, let’s hear it.”

“You say that I’m distracting you, right?”

“Unfortunately,” she mumbles. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“So, let’s rectify that.”

“How?”

I shrug. “Simple, we take what we need from each other while the tour is going on and go our separate ways once it’s over. No strings attached, only some fun on the road.”

She blinks at my suggestion, followed by a frown. “You’re suggesting that we have sex during the tour, behind everyone’s back, and act like nothing is happening behind closed doors?”

“Pretty much, sweetheart.”

“That could be dangerous.”

“It could,” I whisper, then take a tentative step closer to her. “But I know how to be careful… do you?”

“This is probably a bad idea.”

“Probably.”

She glances from my stare to my lips, back up, and shakes her head. “No, we shouldn’t.”

“We shouldn’t, no, but that doesn’t mean we can’t.”

Mallory sucks in a ragged breath and glances around the room, eyeing the papers scattered over her bed with concentration. I clear my throat and nod toward them. “If you’re distracted, maybe this proposal is the best way to get your mind on the right track.”

"There will be conditions," she whispers, her voice a mix of desire and caution.

I nod, willing to agree to almost anything at this point. "Name them."

"This is...stress relief. Nothing more," Mallory says, her voice wavering slightly.

I nod, trying to ignore the twinge in my chest at her words. "Of course. Just two adults, helping each other out."

"And no one can know. Ever." Her eyes meet mine, a mix of fear and something else I can't quite place.

"Our secret," I promise, the words tasting bittersweet. "But Mallory, are you sure about this? Once we cross this line..."

She takes a shaky breath. "I'm not sure of anything anymore, Jace. But I know I want this. Want you."

Her honesty hits me like a physical force: "I want you too—more than I should."

The question hangs in the air, and I find myself searching for an answer that goes beyond simple desire. This is no longer solely about desire. It’s about need, about filling a void I didn’t even know existed until Mallory came crashing into my life.

This time, I take more steps until I press the tip of my toes against hers and reach out to brush hair from in front of her face so I can look into her eyes more deeply.

As I gaze into Mallory's eyes, I'm struck by the storm of emotions swirling within them - desire, fear, excitement, guilt. It's a mirror of my own internal turmoil. This moment feels as if we're standing on the edge of a cliff.

One step forward, and everything changes. One step back, and we might never get this chance again. The weight of our decision hangs heavy in the air, electric with possibility and fraught with potential consequences.

She sucks in a sharp breath, and I nod. “The thing is, sweetheart, I can’t seem to get you out of my damn head either.”

She glances down at my lips again and runs her tongue over hers slowly. I brush the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip slowly, which she takes into her mouth as she opens and closes her soft lips around it.

“Looks like we’re starting now, huh?”

I groan loudly and narrow my eyes at her. “You have no idea how much I’ve been fantasizing about taking you out of one of those outfits.”

“Then do it,” she whispers.

“Not quite yet, sweetheart.”

A frown appears on her face and I chuckle, shaking my head. “Don’t worry, it will happen but not right at this moment.” I crook my finger, beckoning her closer to me, and she obliges by leaning forward with her mouth popped open slightly. “Right now, I really want to fucking kiss you. Can I do that?”

“Take what you want, Jace,” she breathes, her words a siren song I can’t resist. I’m powerless against it, against her, as we balance on the knife edge of desire and restraint.

I lean in, my lips a breath away from hers.

Her eyes flick to my mouth, then back to my eyes.

The air between us crackles with electricity.

My heart pounds. Her breath hitches. One more moment of hesitation...And then I'm crashing my lips against hers and taking exactly what I want as she told me.

I push my tongue between her lips, desperate for more, and she opens up to me within seconds. It feels like every nerve in my body is on fire, desperate to feel more, and I roam my hands over her soft curves.

She moans against my mouth, the vibration going straight to my dick, and I lift her into the air before walking us over to the table sitting in the middle of the room. Since the papers have already been moved, I simply place her at the edge of the thick wood and nudge her chest until she’s lying on her back.

The world narrows to the points where our bodies connect. The heat of her skin sears through my clothes, her pulse a rapid flutter beneath my fingertips.

Mallory’s eyes land on mine, full of want, need, and incredible lust, and my heart stutters in my chest at the sight. Her thin pajamas barely cover her pussy, and I run a hand slowly over the fabric, her arousal already drenching it.

“You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

She nods, eyes on me the entire time as I push her panties aside and run my fingers through her slick center.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart. Show me exactly how you want it from me.”

Without any hesitation, Mallory quickly discards her clothes until she’s lying bare in front of me and spreads her legs further apart. I don’t even have to guide her. She immediately runs a hand down her chest, over her stomach, and comes to a stop at her clit. She continues staring at me as she rubs small circles over the sensitive bud, beckoning me to come closer to her, but I’m too mesmerized by the image in front of me.

I’ve died and gone to heaven.

“ Fuck ,” I mutter. “You’re so perfect, you know that?”

She squirms under the compliment, her fingers circling her clit faster, and I slowly inch closer to her. “What is it you want me to do, sweetheart?”

“I need your mouth on me,” Mallory manages breathlessly. “ Please , Jace.”

“Mm, I do like the sound of your begging.”

Her eyes burn a hole into my head as I kneel down on the floor, making sure to place myself perfectly between her legs, and I drag my hands over her thighs gently. She trembles under the touch, fingers coming to a halt on her clit, and I lean forward so that I can soak in the scent of her arousal.

“I could drown in you and die a happy man,” I whisper, then drag my tongue over her clit slowly.

“ Shit ,” she mutters, her hands coming to the top of my head as she grips the roots of my hair tightly between her fingers.

Her hips shift, grinding into my face as she searches for the pace she needs, and I clamp a hand down on her waist to stop the movements. I flick my tongue faster against her, drinking in every ounce, and ease my hand up the length of her stomach until I come to her breasts. She arches her back into me, breaths coming in more ragged as I roll a nipple between my fingers and simultaneously use my other hand to push a finger into her entrance.

She’s still got her legs spread wide for me, granting me permission that I vow I’ll never take for granted, and I thrust my finger in and out of her as if my life depends on it. I can’t stop until I hear her scream my name passionately from her lips. My dick is hard as a rock beneath my pants, but that’s not my concern.

All I can focus on is the pleasure coursing inside her body and making sure she gets the release she’s craving right now. No one but me is going to coax it out of her. My tongue and finger move in tandem with each other, the thick digit curling into her walls that results in Mallory clenching around me beautifully.

“That’s it,” I whisper against her pussy. “Let it all out, sweetheart.”

Mallory whimpers into the room, and her hold gets tighter in my hair, cluing me into her impending orgasm that’s only getting closer to the edge. I ease a second finger inside of her, knowing the added digit will get her right where I want her to be. She’s sucking in a sharp breath, mouth popping open, and I can’t tear my gaze away from her face.

There’s a sheen of sweat coating her throat, practically begging me to lick it away, but I put all my focus on her pussy. I tug gently on a nipple, careful not to cause her pain and only intense pleasure, and she jerks into my touch.

“Jace, I’m going to come,” she grinds out, her hips swiveling against me as her walls clench around my fingers. “ God, yes, Jace!”

Her release floods over my fingers, coating me in the sweetest scent I’ve ever experienced, and I wait until her body sags before I slowly withdraw my fingers from inside of her. I swipe my tongue over her clit one last time, then rise from my place between her legs and lift my glistening hand into the air.

She watches, eyes wide and filled with glimmering heat, as I bring my finger to my mouth and suck her juices clean from them. I’m about to step away, but she bolts up into a sitting position and immediately reaches for my pants, desperately trying to tug them down.

“Sweetheart,” I whisper, shaking my head with a small smile. “As much as I’d love those lips wrapped around my cock, this was only for you.”

Mallory frowns, thousands of emotions swirling in her eyes, but it’s the rejection that catches my attention the most. “Uh uh,” I say while narrowing my eyes at her. “Believe me, I want it more than you could ever know, but your pleasure is just as good for me.”

“Maybe I want to make you feel just as good, ever think of that?”

I smirk and drag my thumb over her bottom lip, then lean down and press a quick kiss against it. “Then next time, that’s our deal.”

She blinks, watching as I back away from her and toss her discarded clothes at her chest. “That’s — that’s it?”

“Not by a long shot, sweetheart,” I say, and throw her a wink. “I’ll see you later, preferably with nothing on and waiting for me at the edge of this bed like you are now.”

As the high fades and reality begins to seep back in, the weight of what we've done - what we're planning to do - settles on my shoulders. This is more than just a bad decision. it's a potential catastrophe. I'm risking my friendship with Brent, the band's dynamic, Mallory's career - and for what? A few moments of pleasure? Yet even as these thoughts race through my mind,

I can't quell the excitement thrumming through my veins at the prospect of more. I'm caught in a war between my conscience and my desire, and I'm terrified of which side will win.

I need this just as much as she does. Neither of us can deny that.

Which is why the proposal was a must. We’ll get each other out of our systems like we were supposed to do months ago, and confidently go our separate ways after the tour ends.

It’s a simple deal.

So why do I feel like this is going to be anything but simple? Mallory is going to implode in my life, and I can’t decide whether that will be a good thing… or very, very bad.

No matter which it is, I’ve already made my bed and I can’t back out of it.

I throw one last grin at Mallory, then disappear from her sight and into the hallway. As I make my way back to my room, there’s a brief moment where I wonder if keeping something like this from Brent is the right thing to do.

There’s no other choice. He would never allow it.

Which is why I’ve got to keep this as low-key as I possibly can.