As her orgasm begins to subside, I crawl up her body and give her a deep, hard, claiming kiss. As our tongues begin to duel for dominance, I line the head of my dick at her entrance. Slowly, I slide in and out. She’s tight, but her wetness helps with lubricating my cock as I invade her pussy’s channel. When I’m finally seated balls deep inside of her, I take a moment to compose myself. She wanted sweet lovemaking, not me taking her like a damn Neanderthal. She wraps her legs around my waist and locks her ankles behind me. Her hips begin to gyrate underneath me and I take that as my cue that she wants me to move. Pulling my hips back, I slam as deep as I can inside of her. When I pull back again, I allow the head of my dick to kiss her entrance as I force myself back in as deep as her body will allow me. “Damn, Jacey. You’re so damn tight. Your pussy is strangling my dick.”
“Feels so good,” she pants out.
“Damn straight it does,” I agree. Our bodies take cues from the other’s as we fuck each other senseless. As I pull out, her hips gravitate to the bed, then we both meet in the middle with hard, unadulterated thrusts.
Jacey
Our bodies are remembering how good we can make the other feel. I know his likes and dislikes. Every other thrust of his hips, I swivel mine in a circular motion, causing him to let out a hiss each and every time. Our pace quickens, and in no time at all, we both find our release. He lands on top of me and I run my fingers through his soaking wet hair. “Once I recover, we’re doing that again,” he says as his chest heaves up and down from our earlier excursion.
“We could always take a shower and see if it helps wake a certain someone up.” He lifts his head and grins down at me.
“That’s a plan I can get onboard with, baby.” He slowly pulls out of me as I feel our combined release seep out of me.
“Rayne, we didn’t use a condom,” I inform him.
“I know, Jace. We’re both clean, so I don’t see a problem with that.”
“But I’m not on birth control. There was no reason to be,” I state worriedly as I chew on my bottom lip.
“Are you saying we could’ve just made a baby?” he asks as his hand lands on my belly.
“I don’t know. Maybe?” I’m mentally calculating my menstrual cycle, trying to work out and determine if I’m fertile now or not.
“What a gift that would be,” he whispers lowly. Someone jerks to attention, and I can feel him hardening. “Let’s shower. Little Rayne has suddenly decided he’s ready to play again.”
“Sounds perfect.” And it was. That shower ran until the water was ice cold. We end up paying special attention to each other until he finally had enough of our foreplay and he took me against the tile of the shower. It was delightfully blissful. I love it when he lets go and acts this way.
Uninhibited.
That’s the perfect word for how he is. My love, my life, my everything.
21
Rayne
Weeks fly by, I’m living on cloud nine as Jacey and I make love each night, plummeting into a blissful, peaceful sleep held in each other’s arms. She’s been my inspiration, giving me what I crave and need to center my attention on composing new music for the band.
I was informed this morning that someone posted Jameson’s bond and he’s out waiting on a court date. I’m assuming it’s one of his parents because that fucker has no life outside of working. I’ve never seen him converse with any friends over the phone and when we have a break, he’s usually with us up our asses twenty-four seven. It’s quite nauseating when you step back and think about it.
To not be liked by many and lead such a boring existence, that’s no way for any man or woman to live. I used to feel commiseration for him, now, I pity his pathetic existance. His life is meaningless unless he’s screwing around in someone else’s life. Pathetic. I have friends from school I’ve kept in touch with. I don’t get to socialize with them as much as I’d like to, but I have a rather hectic schedule. Something that I need to work on and change. There is no comparison between Jameson and I it appears. I simply have moved on in life, my friends understand, but I have my doubts that Jameson ever had, or has experienced a true friendship.
But as it stands right now, I’m completely happy with the people I’ve surrounded myself with. My sisters are more than a genetic tie, they are my closest friends and allies. I don’t feel as if anything is missing from my life. Now that Jacey is back and has brought my daughter along with her, things couldn’t be any better for me.
“I really like this new material, Rayne,” Sibley implores, bringing me out of my reverie. “It’s more in-depth, I can feel your heart absorbed in each word.”
“I agree, it’s more heart-filled and the emotions are heartwarming,” Billie pipes in.
“They take my breath away, Rayne.” Justine joins in on the conversation.
“Thank you.” I speak with a clogged, emotion-filled throat. The last couple of years I’ve been writing ballads filled with sadness and anger. This new side of things, the improved parts of me, have my heart jam-packed with love, contentment and steadfast acceptance. “I have the lyrics, but I can’t get the melody to sound right in my head,” I tell them as my forehead wrinkles in concentration. It needs to be perfect, so I can’t just slap any tune down and be happy with the results.
“Let’s do it together,” Justine supplies as the other girls agree with nods. A man couldn’t ask for a better group of women to surround himself with than what I have. What I’ve always had.
By the time our session in the studio has ended, we’ve got the perfect melodic tune to accompany my passion-filled words.
Uninhibited was a hit three years back, but Desire will top the charts.
I’m leaving the hotel with the last of my belongings. Tonight, I’ll officially be moved in with my family. I’ve not spent any nights away from them since I asked Jacey to accept my proposal of marriage, to which, Hadley was over the moon about. But I think it’s more due to the fact that she wants to wear a ‘fairy’ dress and not that her mother and I are getting married.
As I make my way through the streets that will have me arriving home, I notice a car following me. Every side street I choose to go down, every twisty windy road I travel, that car is two car lengths behind me.
Hitting the Bluetooth button on my steering wheel that will allow me to place a call out, I ring my security team. They’re never far behind me. I usually pretend that they’re not even there.
“Hello.” Lucky, my man in charge of security detail, answers.
“I’ve got a tail,” I furiously inform him.
“Got ‘em, blue sedan, correct?” he asks me.
“That’s the one,” I answer back.
“We’re running the plates now. Try not to lead whoever this is to your home; we’ll get ahead of him and distract him.”
“You planning on playing a cat-and-mouse game with the asshole?”
“You got that right. Whoever it is, is fixing to be one pissed-off fucker by the time we’re done playing with him. I’ll have Marco stay on you while we wreak a little havoc on the streets.”