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"So, I heard something about you yesterday," Jessi stated, totally out of the blue as I put the finishing touches on her makeup.
She looked flawless, as always, although it had little to do with the products that I'd just applied to her face, or the well-practised skill I'd used to do it. Jessi was just one of those women who always looked perfect. I'd seen her right out of a gym session, and she was still stunning. I guess that was why she was one of the highest paid fashion models in the country.
"Did you now?" I deadpanned. I glanced across the room at Jisoo, but she was too busy creating some interesting-looking up-do on Hwasa's head to notice my impending interrogation.
"Now you know I'm not one to listen to idol gossip…"
I refrained from rolling my eyes. Jessi was a sweet girl, but she was the undisputed queen of gossip. If there was something going on in the world, then Jessi knew about it.
"But word on the street is that Lisa Manoban has bagged herself a sweet little brunette makeup artist." She waggled her brows at me.
She was watching me like a hawk through the mirror as I busied myself touching up her already perfectly styled brows.
"Can I give no comment?" I answered with a grimace. The last thing I needed was Jessi all up in my business.
She giggled lightly in that cute girly way she had completely nailed. "I knew it was going to be true," she replied gleefully. "One look at you and I could just tell."
"You're not going to warn me off her, are you?" I asked her cautiously. Jessi might have been a gossip, but she'd always been pretty good to me and she'd looked out for me when I'd needed it. She was actually one of the few who had stuck by me and Jisoo through the whole Kai debacle.
"Warn you off Manoban?" She waved her perfectly manicured hand at me like the idea was ludicrous. "Hell no, honey, that girl is damn fine."
I blushed.
"I heard she's crazy about you, Jen."
I laughed. Lisa'd certainly displayed some crazy tendencies. My mind wandered back to that first night in the club. She wasn't just crazy, she was bat-shit crazy. But I was quickly learning that I loved that about her.
"You really like her, don't you?" Jessi mused, and I realized she was still watching me closely.
I sighed.
May as well give her something to talk about.
"I do… but we had a fight," I confessed.
"I heard, saw the pictures… watched the videos." she replied without missing a beat.
My jaw dropped. Nothing was private in this business.
"You've obviously resolved things," she prompted.
I nodded and couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. "Fine. She's won me over, is that what you want to hear? That already I'm falling in love with a girl who happens to be the most famous musician in the world right now?"
She giggled again and squeezed my hand as she stood up, seemingly impressed with herself for getting the answer she wanted. "I'm off to hair," she answered with a cheeky smile. "It's good to see you smiling, babe."
I shook my head in disbelief as Jessi strolled over to Jisoo, and took Hwasa's spot on the chair.
Hwasa came and took up residence in the seat in front of me. "So…" She smirked. "Lisa Manoban, huh?"
I groaned.
It was going to be a long day.
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"Lover girl is here again!" Jisoo bellowed from the living room. "I'm going out, you two make me sick."
I caught sight of her grin as I hurried out to get the door.
I swung it open and there she was. Again. The exact same as the last four nights.
The female sex god in front of me smiled her best panty-dropping smile, the one with the dimple, and I let out a breath I didn't realise I'd been holding.
"Hey, legs," she said simply, but her eyes said so much more…
It's good to see you.
I've missed you.
That's what my eyes would have been saying if they could talk.
She turned me to total mush. I couldn't seem to remember what I used to do with my spare time before I met this girl.
What did I think about before I had her ice-blue eyes and sexy smile to daydream about?
I couldn't remember that either.
Lisa had only been in my world for a few short days, but she was making her presence firmly known.
I surprised her by reaching forward and wrapping my arms around her neck, landing a kiss on her perfect, cocky mouth.
Her hands found my waist and wrapped me up tight like she was afraid I'd run away.
"Hey," I breathed.
She ran the tip of her nose slowly up and down mine, before lowering her mouth to kiss me again, deeper this time and until we were both gasping for air.
Oh wow.
My head was spinning, all thoughts of Lisa.
Her soft lips… her addictive scent…
"I missed you," she murmured quietly.
"I can tell," I whispered back.
"See? Making me sick." Jisoo's voice came from behind me, ruining the moment.
"I'm not even sorry," Lisa replied as Jisoo wriggled past us.
"See you lovers later," she called over her shoulder. "Don't wait up!"
I peered around Lisa's side. Jisoo was sneaking off down the hallway looking like an absolute sex kitten in a black slinky dress and stiletto heels.
"Where are you going?" I demanded.
"Out…" she replied with a wave of her hand as she disappeared around the corner.
Lisa and I had never been completely alone together. Just the thought of having no buffer between this girl and me made me nervous as hell.
It wasn't that I didn't want alone time with her… I did.
God, I do.
But I was nervous. It wasn't any great secret that Lisa had been with her fair share of women. One quick Google search would probably have shown me a stream of them – not that I'd ever look. Just the thought of Lisa being with someone else caused a lump to form in my stomach and my throat to go dry.
I'd never been a jealous girlfriend type, but that very thought alone had made me want to punch something.
"You're nervous," Lisa observed.
I wasn't aware she'd been watching me. My eyes were still fixed firmly on the spot where Jisoo had disappeared from.
I tried to play it off with a nonchalant huff, but it came out as a very unladylike snort instead.
Lisa chuckled and I felt the vibration through our touching bodies.
"Shut up," I grumbled into her chest.
"It's okay, baby, I won't bite," she taunted as I tried to escape her hold, my face flaming red. "Well… not hard anyway." She added the cliché statement with a smirk, still holding me tight.
I don't know why the hell I was freaking out over this.
I'd had sex before. Plenty of times… and there was nothing to say that tonight would be the night for Lisa and me anyway.
But there was this… energy… simmering between us that I couldn't deny any longer.
I knew it.
She knew it.
Jisoo obviously knew it.
Maybe it's time to do something about it.
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"You've never told me about your parents?" Lisa asked casually as she sat her beer down on the coffee table.
We'd made dinner together, well, I'd made dinner and she'd distracted me the entire time. We'd eaten, cleaned up and now we were on the couch, listening to music and having a drink.
"Haven't I?" I murmured as I sipped on my cider.
I knew damn well I hadn't. I'd told her all about my older brothers, but I'd deliberately left my parents out of the conversation.
"You know you haven't," Lisa replied softly. She was getting too good at reading me already, I don't know how she knew, but she seemed to have a sense for when something was hitting a nerve for me.
"There's not much to tell." I shrugged.
She nudged my knee with her hand, wanting me to look at her.
Her ice-blue eyes were probing when I did meet them. "I'd like to hear it anyway."
"Okay…" I agreed reluctantly. "But I was being serious – there really isn't much to tell… I barely saw them growing up. My dad's a really successful businessman and my mom is like one of those Beverly Hills housewives, all glitz and glam but she's got no real substance."
All about appearances.
"They had GD when they were really young, and the twins when they were in their mid-twenties. I have no doubt that they planned never to have any more kids. Mom had a tummy tuck and all that nonsense. Anyway, I came along six years later, a total surprise. The boys were already being raised by nannies, so I just got added to the pile."
"That's really sad," she replied softly.
I shrugged again. "It's all good. I got a lot of love from JK, DK and GD… we didn't need them. Mom and Dad were always more concerned with jet setting, meetings and money than they were with us."
"When did you last talk to them?" she asked. She was playing with my fingers, which she had intertwined with hers as I talked.
"Ummm…" I thought about it. "I think it was when all the Kai drama went down…" I nodded, acknowledging to myself that I hadn't heard from them since. "Yeah, Mom called to tell me that I was tarnishing their reputation and that they were both disappointed in me."
Lisa gaped in disbelief and I nodded.
Yes, my parents are that awful.
"Yep. That was it. GD snatched the phone from me, told mom to go fuck herself and instructed Dad to go help her."
I let out a giggle. I may have had shitty parents, but I had the best brothers.
Lisa laughed at that too.
"They made sure we had nice clothes and fancy electronics, but all we ever really needed was the one thing we never got… money and status can't replace love."
"They sound like dicks," Lisa stated.
"They are." I grinned in agreement.
"How'd you turn out so good, legs?" She nudged me again.
I rolled my eyes at the nickname she'd dubbed me with. "You know, I do have to thank my mother for my love of cosmetics. She had the best makeup collection. And sometimes, not very often, but sometimes, she would show me how to use some of her stuff. I can still remember it, back when I was about eight years old, perched on the side of her bed, watching her apply her makeup with such skill. I think that was when I first fell in love with it."
Now it's my life.
"So, I guess I do owe that to her," I acknowledged.
"I wish she could have given you more, babe."
"Me too." I sighed. "But I had three oversized men-children to look out for me instead. I did okay."
Lisa chuckled. "I'm intrigued to meet these guys one day."
My stomach fluttered at the mention of the future. I don't think Lisa even realized what she was doing when she said things like that. It was always, 'one day I'll take you to this great little place' or 'we'll go there when the weather warms up' or 'I can't wait to teach you this'.
She was making hints at a future between us left, right and centre. And I liked it, more than was probably wise.
This wasn't reality – having every evening together wasn't how a relationship between the two of us would work. I was so busy with the business and she was an international best-selling musician who probably had tours and concerts coming up all over the world.
Shit. Tours…
That reality hit me like a slap to the face. I hadn't even considered Lisa going on tour before this moment… some musicians spent months and months on the road.
Where would that leave us?
"You're panicking." Lisa tightened her grip on my hand. "Do you not want me to meet your family?"
Her voice sounded more hurt than I would have expected.
"No, of course you can meet them," I reassured her quickly. "It's not that… I was just thinking about you going away on tour." I blushed. "I was thinking that I'll miss you."
Her features relaxed, the tension between her eyes easing immediately and a wide easy smile graced her lips.
"Well, babe, you are in luck." She grinned in that cocky way that made her look sexy as hell. "I don't have any tours on the cards. Just some local shows and a few to fly out to, but those are only a couple of nights max… I'm over touring – it's a lonely life."
"Well… good," I answered lamely, having inadvertently revealed more about my feelings than I intended to with my previous statement.
She grinned like the cat that got the cream, and I knew I was about to get a hard time.
"You'd miss me," she boasted, sitting her beer down and leaning forward like she was ready to pounce.
"You make a big deal about this and it's the last compliment I'll ever give you," I warned her, scrambling back away from her until my back hit the arm of the couch.
"You'd really miss me," she carried on, seemingly oblivious to my threat.
I squeaked as she lunged, closing the gap between us. She landed with a soft thud on top of me, her arms holding the majority of her weight off of me.
"Admit it," she demanded, rubbing the tip of her nose up and down mine in that way I already loved.
"I'd miss you," I admitted, my voice husky.
God, I would miss you…
"It's okay, legs…" she murmured. "I'd miss you too."
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"Arms up," she instructed softy.
I lifted my arms up in the air and she grasped the hem of my t-shirt before lifting it slowly over my head and arms, breaking the tense connection our eyes had made.
She sucked in a deep breath and I felt myself blush.
I was so god damn nervous.
It'd never been this way with a man for me. I'd never felt this… bond that I felt with Lisa.
We connected on a level I hadn't even known existed.
"You are so beautiful," she murmured as she stepped into my body, giving me my first real taste of her skin against mine.
Her shirt had been the first thing to go the minute we'd set foot inside my bedroom, and I could safely say that I'd never seen a sight so faultless in real life.
It was pure heaven. She was warm and soft, yet rock hard at the same time.
My whole body tingled at the contact and I shuddered.
"God, Jennie." She huffed out a breath. "I haven't even touched you yet and I'm already losing my mind."
I nodded in agreement. I don't think either one of us had ever stood a chance at resisting this.
I reached down for her belt and undid the buckle. Her button and zip were the next to be undone, revealing the top of her black boxer briefs.
"Give me a minute," she mumbled, clasping my hands in hers and halting my progress.
I looked up at her and nodded. I didn't know why she wanted me to wait, but I didn't care. I knew I'd wait forever if she told me to.
"Stay here, legs." She waited for me to nod in acknowledgement.
I wasn't going anywhere.
No way.
I was too far gone.
She strolled over to the docking station on my cabinet and slid her phone into it.
She hit play and turned slowly around. A beautiful, soft acoustic melody floated through the room from behind her. The sight of her walking towards me with her jeans undone and low on her hips was enough to make even the most innocent of girls have dirty thoughts.
She stopped right in front of me, eyes blazing and it was as though she was baring her soul to me.
"Is this your sex playlist?" I asked as I reached up to wrap my arms around her neck.
She shook her head softly. "No." Her voice was rough.
I tilted my head back to look up at her in question.
"It's my Jennie playlist," she whispered. "These are your songs."
Oh my…
I'm totally and utterly gone.
Her fingers, calloused from years of playing the guitar, skimmed lightly over my skin, and suddenly I felt like an instrument. The look in her eyes told me that she knew exactly how to play me.
"Lisa…" I whispered, unsure of what else I could say. She was so unexpectedly sweet and thoughtful.
And so damn sexy...
She tugged my hands from around her neck and placed them on the band of her jeans, instructing me without words to pick back up from where I left off.
I gripped the rough fabric in my hands and tugged down, her black jeans skimmed down her legs and she worked her way out of them, kicking them free. She stood before me in nothing more than her black boxer briefs and I'd never felt more aroused.
My body was shaking with desire and I wasn't even out of my clothes yet.
Lisa obviously felt that it was time to remedy that situation; she reached for the band of my yoga pants and crouched down in front of me, tugging them down with her.
She placed soft kisses to my thighs as she went, sending shivers up and down my spine.
The music in the background was building slowly, making the moment feel more intimate and intense.
Nothing in my life had ever felt so erotic.
She tapped lightly on the top of my foot and I lifted it, stepping out of my pants. She repeated the action on the other foot and I complied. It was as though my body had forgotten how to function without her instruction.
I almost felt like I was her puppet – she pulled a string and I moved. Just the idea of that should have repulsed me – given my history, but I knew I could trust Lisa. She wasn't Kai – she was nothing like him and she'd never, ever take advantage of me.
Lisa skimmed her fingers lightly up the sides of my legs and stomach as she stood up tall. I shuddered; just the lightest touch from her was enough to set my whole body on fire.
"You've got no idea, do you?" she murmured as she cupped the side of my face in one of her hands – the other finding its way to the curve of my back.
I leant into her touch and hummed deep in my throat.
"You've got no idea just how tempting you are, do you, legs?" Her voice was low and raspy as she moved in near; she was so close I could feel the warmth of her breath on my skin.
"Me?" I murmured, more focused on her lips than her words.
"Tantalising…" she breathed.
Her lips made contact with my neck and I barely managed to hold back a groan of satisfaction.
"Desirable." Her lips brushed my skin again, just below my ear.
"Irresistible," she muttered before drawing the lobe of my ear into her mouth and sucking it gently.
"Lisa…" I groaned. I didn't know how much more I could take. She was building me into a frenzy with little more than a few whispered words and gentle touches – I was going to physically combust when she really got down to it.
"Hold on around my neck," she instructed, her voice a murmur against my skin.
I did exactly as I was told – I gripped my hands around her neck and clung on.
Her rough hands grabbed hold of my thighs and hoisted me effortlessly into her arms, pressing my core against the very noticeable bulge that had formed beneath the fabric of her boxers.
I bit down on my lip and ground myself against her – unable to hold back any longer.
"That's it, baby, just like that," she moaned.
She walked the few steps to the bed and bent down, lowering me onto the mattress.
I lay back, looking up at her. "Take them off," I ordered, gesturing to her underwear.
Her eyes never left mine as she slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear and slid them down her legs.
Her dick stood hard and proud, pointing up towards her belly button. I'd be lying if I didn't say the sight scared the shit out of me. I was a little woman – and there was no way in hell that third leg was going to fit inside me easily.
She's like a god damn tripod.
"Now mine?" I told her, but I was so nervous, it came out like a question.
She chuckled. "You asking or telling, babe?"
I didn't even know anymore, I just wanted her inside me – even if it was going to hurt like hell.
She must have read my mind because she reached for my underwear and tugged them down roughly – throwing them over her shoulder.
Right now, she looked exactly like the bad-girl the world thought she was.
And it's hot as hell.
She could be my bad-girl any day of the week.
She gripped my ankles and pushed my feet up towards my butt, so my knees were bent.
She crawled into the space between my legs and my heart thumped in anticipation. I expected her to press her weight against me, but she didn't – not yet. She stayed up, looking down at me with a look of pure appreciation on her face.
I felt myself blush as she took her fill of my body.
"I might have to change your nickname," she mumbled as she pulled the cups of my bra down exposing my breasts.
"Why?" I panted as her thumbs rolled over the hard peaks of my nipples.
"I thought those sexy damn legs were my favourite… but after seeing these…"
She lowered her head down and sucked one of my nipples into her mouth before releasing it with a pop.
I whimpered from the pleasure that took a direct path to my core.
"After seeing these beauties…" she carried on. "I might have to rethink how I address you from now on." She chuckled.
I might have been all but writhing under the heat of her touch, but I wasn't about to let the idea of naming me after my rack slip by without comment.
"Hell no..." I murmured as she began her sweet torture on my other breast. "There's no way you're calling me, boobs." The words came out all breathy and unsure – not at all authoritative.
She chuckled deep in her throat. "We'll see."
She rolled me over slightly, unhooked the clasps of my bra and tugged it off over my arms before throwing it in the same direction my underwear had gone.
"But the only thing I want to see right now, legs, is me buried so deep inside you, you can't remember your own name."
Oh god yes.
I lifted my hips off the bed and pressed against her – a not so subtle hint to take me.
She gripped her hard length in her fist and gave it a few fast pumps before lining up to enter me.
I sucked in a deep breath and waited for the burn.
She froze. "Condom." She shook her head at herself. "Sorry, babe."
I released the breath I was holding with an uneasy giggle.
She leaned over me, her bicep hovering right above my head as she reached for the top drawer of my bedside cabinet. She rummaged around until she came out with a box of condoms.
"How'd you know where they were?" I asked in-between placing soft kisses to the skin on her arm.
She chuckled as she nestled back in between my legs and ripped open the foil packet with her teeth. "Does anyone keep the rubbers anywhere other than the top drawer?"
Valid point, well made, rock star.
She slid the condom on and lined herself up again.
I inhaled another sharp breath.
"Relax, baby… this won't work if you don't relax." She told me gently.
"Okay," I whispered.
She leant down so her weight was pressed against me. She kissed my lips tenderly at first and then more passionately until I was gasping for air.
I felt her press against me before she pushed inside.
It was a damn tight fit.
God was it tight…
I could feel her stretching me as she slowly pushed in further.
It hurt like hell.
She let out a hiss right as I was about to tell her to stop. "That's it, baby, are you okay?"
I nodded and bit down on my lip and tears prickled my eyes.
"Jennie?" she whispered.
I looked up to meet her eyes.
"We can stop…"
I shook my head quickly. "Just give me a second."
The burn was fading now into a much less intense ache. "Can you move?" I asked timidly. "Slowly," I added.
She nodded and kissed me hastily on the lips before lifting her hips and slowly drawing out, before pushing slowly back in again.
I let out a whimper. This was right on the cusp of pleasure and pain and I couldn't even decide if I wanted her to stop or carry on.
"You okay?" She repeated the movement again and this time it was definitely more pleasure than pain.
I nodded. "Keep going."
She did.
Lisa dropped her head to my neck and nipped gently at my skin.
"Mmmmm," I moaned. That was the sweet spot.
She lifted her hips again and this time I came up to meet her.
"Legs," she groaned. "Damn, baby…"
She moved in and out of me, me meeting each of her slow thrusts, until we both came totally undone, one after the other.
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I traced my fingertip lightly over the guitar she had tattooed on her upper arm. It was surrounded by a variety of other colourful images, but this one stood out the most to me – it had from day one.
"I like this one," I told her as I touched it again.
She turned her head to glance at it. "You like all of them." She smirked.
One hundred percent.
"I don't know… I'm not overly fond of that skull you've got on the other arm," I teased.
"Oh, c'mon, it's an old favourite."
I screwed up my nose in disapproval. "Doesn't do it for me."
She laughed lightly. "You and I both know, legs, one look at my ink and you go all mushy inside."
I placed a kiss on the guitar. "What can I say? I'm a convert."
"I knew from the start I'd sway you to the dark side," she replied, her voice cocky and sure.
I lightly punched her arm. "You damn well did not!"
She chuckled and kissed the top of my head. "Nah, you're right. I had no clue… all I know is that I've never wanted anything as badly as I want you, legs."
Oh. My. God.
"The moment I saw you, something broke inside of me, and I've got a pretty good idea that the only way I can be whole again… is if I've got you by my side."
"Lisa…" I whispered. I was lost for words.
There was a damn good reason this girl had won awards for her songwriting talents – she was an absolute master with words.
I didn't know how I felt about her confession, or what I wanted moving forward, but I knew I was in no way able to resist her. The universe had plans for the two of us – that much was obvious… and whatever those plans might have been, I doubted I had the willpower, or the desire to stop them.
It wasn't fair really, Lisa was beautiful, she could sing like an angel, she was sweet and an absolute god in the sack. The day the big man was handing out things, he got a bit heavy handed with Lisa.
She smiled and my heart fluttered.
I knew what was happening here.
I'm falling in love.
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