chapter ten

I got a few days ago from Jenna. That’s right, Jenna. She was calling to tell me that Timbaland wanted to do a single together for his album. What I wasn’t aware of was that Timbaland had switched record labels. To Artista.

Fuck.

If it wasn’t for sex with Summer that night, the whole day would have been lost. And damn was it amazing.

I pull up to the recording studio and go inside. I go into the building and am directed to what room to go inside. I open the door and shut it behind me. The swivel chair spins around and Jenna is sitting in it.

“Hey sexy. What’s happening?”

I scream inwardly, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

She smiles, “I’m overseeing everything.”

I stare at her hard when Timbaland comes through the door, “Let’s get this thing started.”

I give Jenna a dirty look and go behind the glass as Timbaland and the Witch watch. I spend a few hours going over the track before lunch rolls around. Timbaland comes over the microphone and it echoes in the recording room, “Dude, let’s call it a day. I’ll see you soon, alright.”

I say goodbye to Timbaland and grab my keys when Jenna comes up next to me.

“Nice work in there Jay. I love it when you lay tracks and your voice gets all raspy.”

“What the fuck do you want Jen?”

“I want to talk about the single. Timbaland’s cd is due out January twenty ninth and I think it would be a good idea if you two did the video for your album so people can hear your new sound and then release your single you just recorded as the first off the album.”

I sigh, “Fine, do whatever you want.”

Jenna grabs my hand, “I think we should talk about everything over lunch.”

I pull my hand away, “I thought we did just talk.”

Jenna makes her frustrated voice come through, “Look, are you going to have lunch? If so, I think we could talk about your work.”

I roll my eyes, “I only have forty minutes so make it quick.”

We sit down away from anyone at my request. The last thing I need is the press printing I’m cheating on my current girlfriend with my old girlfriend.

We sit down to eat and Jenna starts dragging her foot up the inside of my leg.

“Jenna, you said you wanted to talk about work, so let’s talk.”

Jenna gives me a smile and we walk next door to the restaurant. “How are you and what’s her name doing?” She bites the tip of her fork devilishly.

“Summer and I are fine. Is that a work related question or are you out looking for women to sleep with now?”

Jenna narrows her eyes, “No, but I was wondering when we are going to finally have a booty call.”

I gag on my food, “Um, lets book it for never.”

Jenna takes her hand and strokes my hand, “Listen, I’m very sorry for the way things turned out between us, but it doesn’t mean that we can’t be friends or have sex on occasion.”

“Jenna, if I never saw you again I would die a happy man.”

Jenna gets up from the table and kisses my cheek while pushing her breasts into me, “You’ll miss me, besides, you can’t resist what I have.”

She walks out the door, hips swaying.

I think my lunch is coming back up.

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I go back home to find Summer playing in the backyard with Layla. I sneak up behind her and grab her from behind. She squeals with delight and shock as Layla takes the tennis ball they were playing with and runs in circles with it.”

“Justin, put me down!”

I spin her around and put her on the grass, collapsing on top of her. She giggles uncontrollably and I blow a raspberry on her stomach.

“Where have you been all day?”

I put my face into her stomach, “I was working in the studio with Timbaland and it took a little longer than I thought it would.”

“Was it productive?” she asks, rubbing her hands over my head.

I look up, “Most of it. I have to work with him a little more before everything’s done, but I think we did accomplish a lot.”

Layla comes running back and drops the ball on us.

“Eww,” Sum laughs, “It’s got drool all over it.”

I chuck the ball and Layla goes running after it. Summer puts a hand behind her head and smiles, “So what’s up?”

“We are going out to gamble tonight.”

Summer raises her eyebrows, “Really?”

“Yeah, Trace and his new girlfriend Stephanie are coming with us. We’ll gamble, drink and have some fun. Besides, if you’re as good at gambling as you are at playing black jack, we’ll be rolling in it by morning.”

“Okay.” Summer says.

“Great. Let’s go get ready.”

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We left the house at eight and met Trace and Stephanie at the bar.

“Hey guys.”

Trace turns around and gives Sum a hug, introducing us to his new girlfriend.

“Summer, Justin, this is Stephanie. Stephanie, the cutest couple alive.”

I chuckle and Summer rolls her eyes. The bartender gets us our drinks and we sit down together and eat dinner. All of a sudden I see a familiar face among the crowd. Jenna moves quickly past the bar and to our table, “Hi, long time no see.”

Oh shit.

Trace looks at me concerned and Summer tenses up. Poor Stephanie is out of the loop on this one and by the way she’s looking at Trace, she’s trying to figure out what’s going on.

“I’m sorry to barge in, but my date had to leave so would you mind if I sat with you guys?”

I clear my throat, “Wouldn’t you rather sit somewhere else?”

“No, you guys look like you’re having fun.”

She sits right in between Summer and me, making herself at home. Jenna starts picking food off my plate and puts her arm around the back of my chair.

“So Summer, I read the interview that you did with Justin for Vogue, I didn’t realize that you came from nothing.”

Summer gives her the look I know too well from having it been thrown at me before, “I didn’t have much money growing up, but I did learn common decency.”

“Well it’s just a miracle you were able to find a guy like Justin. When you’re a street urchin, those type of opportunities don’t come around very often.”

“Jen-” I go to say but Summer stops me.

“No it’s fine. You’re right, opportunities like being in love don’t happen very often. It’s nice that we are each other’s first love. The fact that we are passionate about one another is just a bonus.”

I see Jen’s eyes burn and I cheer Summer on with a smile as I help her up from her chair, “Let’s do some gambling.”

We all go over to the black jack table and start playing. Jen gets very close to me and I whisper in her ear, “How the fuck did you find us?”

She smiles coyly, “Timbaland thinks I’m the shit, so when I innocently asked where I you were going tonight so we could hang out since you and I are such good friends, he gladly gave me the information I needed.”

Summer wraps her arm around my waist and starts whispering things in my ear that is causing me to get very uncomfortable and hard in a certain area. Then she starts sucking on my earlobe and I lose all consciousness.

“Summer, do you think you could be a dear and get Justin and me a drink?”

The Witch has done it again. Summer removes her tongue and huffs off to the bar. I feel Jenna’s hand sit way too close to my crotch and grabs my thigh.

“What the hell are you doing?” I grit out.

Jen leans over and whispers, “I’m making you feel good.”

Summer comes back over and hands me a drink as I mouth “I’m so sorry.”

She smiles and winks at me. Summer puts the drink directly in front of Jenna and with a whip of her back hand, sends the drink flying all over Jen’s dress.

“Uuhh!” Jen screams as the dark liquid seeps into her white dress.

Summer covers her mouth, “I am so sorry. There is a bathroom if you need to wash up, but I don’t think the stain will leave without some immediate attention from a dry cleaner.”

Jen gives me a horrified look and Trace is trying to keep from laughing, “Well Jen, we’ll be seeing you.”

She turns red, but recovers herself enough to try and piss off Summer, “I see you soon Jay. Count on it.”

Jen walks out the door and Trace bursts out laughing, giving Summer a high five, “Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.”

I smile and pull Summer to me, “That’s the other thing you have over Jen. You’re smart.”

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We finished gambling and walked out to the car. Trace has been reliving the whole Jen episode and reenacting her screaming over her dress. I don’t think he’s ever seen anything that funny in his life. We finally manage to catch our breath and relax against the car.

I manage to say, “We’ll see you and Stephanie soon. The tour starts back up tomorrow and were headed for South Carolina but you guys can fly down to see us when we stop somewhere interesting.”

“Great, see you guys.” Trace says.

“Bye Trace. Nice meeting you Stephanie.” Summer says, hugging her.

“You too. Next time we’ll steal some girl time and talk.”

“THAT would be great. I’ll see you.”

Summer and I got into the car and I can’t help but smile. She has the greatest ideas ever.

“A penny for your thoughts?” Summer says, climbing on top of me and unbuttoning my shirt.

“I was just thinking how much fun you are.”

She giggles in my ear and rubs her hands over my now bare chest.

“What are you doing?” I ask, licking my lips.

“If you don’t know by now, you need to go through sex ed again.”

I groan and pull of the sexy top thingy she’s wearing. I don’t get technical with things she wears, all I care about is how it looks on her. I undo the back of her bra and toss it on the floor of the car. Thank God someone else is driving and they can’t see through the glass.

Summer undoes my pants and pulls the material off my legs. My erection makes himself known and how much he really wants to be inside her right now. I pull off her pants that are practically glued to her.

“How the hell did you manage to get into this?” I complain, finally ridding her body of the constricting garment.

“I sucked in and hoped for the best.”

The removal of her pants leads me to a state of ecstasy when I realize she’s not wearing anything on under them.

“You went commando?” I pant, my mind reeling from the knowledge.

“Yeah, there are no lines and it tends to turn guys on.”

Summer grins and takes off my boxers, rubbing her hands over my penis. She takes my bottom lip into her mouth and cups my balls firmly. My eyes roll back into my head and she kisses me fully on the mouth. I lift her hips off my lap and on to my little friend who is begging for some attention. I hold her as close as I can as Summer grips my shoulders and starts to rock.

I slow down her pace and just let her take me in. Summer tries to move again, but I hold her still, savoring the feeling of her. It’s like she’s consuming me.

“What’s the matter?” Summer whispers.

“Nothing. I just want to feel you.” I answer, putting my head on her shoulder. Summer kisses my neck and pulls me against her as she lays across the seats in the car. It feels like its a million degrees in the car and getting hotter. Her hair spreads across the car and her chest heaves, allowing me to see exactly what she has to offer. If we had more time in this limo, I’d be exploring her until I memorized every curve.

Her hips lift up fir attention and I give in, pumping in and out of her. Our bodies melt together and her walls clench so tightly around me I wonder if I’ll ever be able to exit her. Our breathing becomes erratic as a light layer of perspiration covers our bodies as they rub together. Summer grips my back tightly and I know I’ll have battle scars in the morning. I must have hit something she liked because her whole body shivers and she gasps.

“Uuhh, yes… do it again J.”

How can I refuse a plea like that?

I hit the spot over and over until her orgasm takes over and she shudders. I speed up a little and my release comes seconds after hers. I collapse and Summer’s arms go around me. I snuggle her body as her hands rub my back softly. I look out the window and see familiar land marks.

“We need to get dressed or the driver is going to get an eyeful.”

Summer laughs, “Yeah, I’m not sure that would be the best thing in the world.”

We put our clothes back on and the driver opens our door so we can leave the vehicle. I open the front door to the house and we’re greeted immediately by Layla. She jumps at our legs and licks Summer’s hand appreciatively.

“Hey baby, mommy’s home.” Summer coos over the puppy.

I smirk and put my keys on the counter. I notice a message on the machine and pick it up.

“Hey Jay, Timbaland wants you to meet him in Georgia to record next week so I will be seeing you. Later Tiger.”

Summer comes in to the kitchen and smiles, “Who was the message from?”

“Uh, no one important. Just some secretary telling me that Timbaland wants to record when we stop in Georgia.

“Okay. Come on, let’s go to bed.”

I follow Summer up the stairs and silently curse Artista records. Maybe I’ll buy them out for new years and lay off the bitch. Thank God for wishful thinking.

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