“Fuck yes,” she jeers out as I pull her head back and suckle on her nape. She’s always enjoyed my mouth on her one way or another as I pummel my cock in and out of her.
With one hand on her hip, my fingers digging in surely to leave a mark on her, my other hand tightens in her layered locks. Jacey prefers and requires a little bit of pain with her enjoyment in order to find her pent-up release. I’m not a sadistic bastard, so I only provide her enough to give her that edge.
My hips relentlessly pound against hers. She pushes back every time I move forward. We’re both hissing and moaning as we chase our body’s wishes.
In.
Out.
Swivel.
Repeat.
My inhibitions become blurred while my eyes cross as she attempts to hold me hostage inside of her.
Circling her clit with my thumb, I forge ahead as my teeth lay ownership to her slicked skin. The world will know that she is owned as I claim her inside and out. I don’t want any man looking at her with intentions that they have a chance in hell of stealing her from me. My rock on her finger doesn’t feel like enough to deter them from wanting her for themselves.
“Mine!” I roar out as Jacey clamps down on my shaft. She screams out my name as her orgasm sweeps over her. I place both of my hands on her hips and pull her harshly into me as my spine prickles and my balls draw up. “Say you’re mine, Jacey! Only mine,” I declare.
“I’m yours, only and forever, only yours, Rayne.” As soon as those words escape her mouth, my climax shoots out of my dick and layers her inner walls. I lean forward and place my forehead on her shoulders until my dick has leaked all there is and I go flaccid, slipping out.
“I love you so goddamned much, Jacey,” I hoarsely say, my throat not only clogged up with emotion for this woman, but sore from my scream of ecstasy.
“I love you, too, Rayne,” she raspingly breaths out.
Once my chest stops heaving from exertion, I lift myself up and begin washing her body. My hands can’t get enough of touching her. I’ll never tire of the sizzle that streams through me from her proximity and simple shared touches. It doesn’t take much for her to get my motor revving.
As I grab my phone to place it on the charger; frustration wraps itself around my mind as I read the text from Lucky. It simply states that they lost the car they were chasing. Anger grabs ahold of me where it comes to my hired men, they are the best of the best and the blue sadan should’ve never been able to outmaneuver them. It takes a while for me to settle down, but once I do, my dreams are filled with the love of my woman and child.
Jacey
As the days go by, I begin looking through my venues, searching for the perfect place for Rayne and I to permanently tie ourselves to one another. After all of these years, I want our day to be amazing and as perfect as it can be. As I scroll through, fantasies begin to surface in my mind of what he’ll say to me. Will his emotions be clearly written on his face as he watches me walk toward him?
Will I be able to keep mine in check and not cry as I promise myself to him forever?
Will I find that dress that makes his jaw drop from watching me parade down the aisle with utmost grace?
As a little girl, I wanted to portray Cinderella in all her fame and glory. But now that my Prince Charming has turned into a rock god, my vision has begun to change. Now, instead of a lace dress with jewels adorning it, I want to wear some white leather pants or dress. I want to incorporate the way we are now. The grown-up girl in me is giddy over the fact that I can dress to impress without adding all the gems and diamonds.
I can turn a simplistic leathered white dress into something that will knock everyone’s socks off. Since you can’t find something like this from the traditional bridal shops, I decide to find a seamstress who can give me what I want. With my mind made up, I begin scrolling through the internet. I doubt there’s someone close by. I may need to make a trip out of town, but it’ll be worth it to bring my vision to life.
My excitement explodes when I discover that Dash Carmichael, a big, highly sought-after, designer is visiting a town less than two hours away from me. Dash and I met once at a launch party that Savage Wilde were the guests of honor at. He and I hit it off exquisitely and we ended up swapping phone numbers with each other. Giddiness bursts within me as I grab my phone and dial his number.
“Dash Carmichael, how may I help you?” I hear a feminine voice answer his personal phone. I pull back long enough to make sure I dialed the right number.
As soon as I realize I did, I respond. “Um, hello. This is Jacey Montgomery, I’m trying to get in touch with Dash, is he available?”
“Just a moment please.” I hear a bunch of shuffling and voices in the background. Though they’re muffled, I can still make out Dash’s squeal of excitement when he hears who’s on the line. We’ve conversed a few times here and there—he’s the one who gave me advice when I was looking to form my own company.
“Jacey, darling, it’s been way too long since we’ve talked. How are things?” Dash inquires with a bit of a purr in his tone.
“Things are good! So damn good. Oh, Dash, I have so much to tell you.” I excitedly stammer the words out. For the next hour we talk, and I inform him about how the last few months have gone. He is over the moon that Rayne and I have reconnected the way we have. And when I inform him we’re getting married, I have to pull the receiver away from my ear. He was always against me keeping secrets from Rayne, because in his words, he simply adores Rayne. He’s actually the one who designed all the stage clothes for Savage Wilde. “Which is actually the reason I’m calling you. I need an exquisite, drop Rayne’s jaw, wedding gown. Do you have time to make one for me?”
“I have the perfect material, and I had just started designing a wedding dress that will knock his socks off. It’s your good karma coming through that you called me at this exact time, because this dress is perfect for you.”
“I can’t wait to see the design, Dash. How long are you going to be close by for? I’d like to come see you so you can get my measurements and I can give you a down payment.”
“I have nothing planned after this. I could always come to you in a day or two and hang out in your town,” he giddily answers.
We make plans to surprise Rayne with his visit and plans are made for him to fit me for the dress behind Rayne’s back.
23
Rayne
“That was so much fun, Daddy!” Hadley expresses as we make our way out to the truck. Today she accompanied me to the studio and watched from the booth as her aunts and I recorded a new song. “I wanna learns how to beat on the drums too.”
Excitement from her words rain throughout me. My chest puffs out like a proud peacock. My daughter wants to be just like her father. Where things were beginning to feel suffocating with my job, she’s just brought a new light to what I do.
“If you wanna learn, Hadley, I’ll teach you,” I promise her, which causes her to send a beaming smile up at me.
“Thank yous, Daddy,” she simply says as I lift her up and strap her into her seat.
“You feel like driving through the caddy shack and getting ourselves an ice cream shake? I think we deserve it, don’t you?”