by Frankie Love
“Yeah, I was wearing them only yesterday.”
“Fuck, girl, we’ve been through so fucking much.”
“I know. It’s been intense, Jack. We deserve a break. That’s why all I want now is to fuck.”
We both crack smiles, the kind of smiles that cut right to the heart. Wide open.
I stand and take off my jeans, wanting to get right back where I was, not taking my eyes off her pussy for one single second.
Back on the bed, I lean down to her belly and kiss her stomach, my hands raking across her thighs. Pulling her to me, I kiss lower until my mouth is on her soft hair and her soft skin, and her soft folds. I lick her pussy because I know she loves it, and because I love it, and because I am her man.
My tongue dips deep inside her, and her wetness seeps into my mouth, causing me to reach under her and grab her perfect ass.
“Oh, Jack, let me see your cock,” she begs.
“Where do you want it?” I raise my eyes to hers.
“In my mouth.” She runs her hands through her hair, and I smile, going back to her entrance, wanting to get her off before I give her my cock.
I run my tongue up and down her slit, flicking my tongue over her clit, nice and good, faster and faster, as her body arches high, her ass raised and her pussy drenched.
I press in two fingers, my thumb on her hood, rubbing in tight little circles. My fingers press against her g-spot, and she pants for breath, clawing at the sheets. Oh, yeah, she is ready to explode.
I move faster, harder, loving to finger-fuck her because it gets her off so fast, and it gets her tight little pussy ready for my massive rod. It’s too much for her to take me without loosening up a bit first.
And damn, watching her get off, watching her pussy squirt juice all over my hand, across my chest makes me so rock hard. She’s moaning now, grabbing her tits with both hands as she comes.
“Oh, fuck, Jack, it’s so good. I’m gonna come.”
“Oh, girl, you already have.”
“Again. I’m gonna come again.”
She quickly moves onto her hands and knees; with her ass in the air, I press my hand into her pussy again, running my other hand all over her round ass, as I fuck her with my fingers until she’s soaking my sheets, until my cock is throbbing so hard all I want is to keep her on all fours and pound her pussy.
So I do. I press my cock into her willing entrance and, holding her ass, I fuck my woman the way she likes it. I take her hard, I take her fast. I take her as she comes again, new waves of orgasm rushing over her as I hit her deep in her core from this position. Her ass slams against my groin, and I love how hard she likes it, because I like it hard, too.
“Don’t come in me. I want to taste your come, Jack. I want to taste you in my mouth.”
“Oh, baby, I’m gonna come soon,” I tell her.
“I want it. I want your come on my face. I want it on my tits. Come on me, all over me, baby.” She groans with desire, her body wracked with pleasure—and mine, too.
My cock is on fire. It’s so nice and warm in her tight pussy, but I’m gonna give my girl what she wants. And if she wants my seed in her mouth, I’ll let her take me, I’ll let her taste me. I’ll let her have me the same way I had her.
I pull out of her, and she kneels beside my bed. I sit on the edge of it, my come ready to shoot.
Her breasts bounce as she moves, and I want my come to coat those perfect nipples, those fuckable tits. I want to claim them.
She opens her mouth, taking me as best she can, her mouth widening as it’s filled with my cock. She runs a hand over my balls, then grabs my ass as she moves her head back and forth, taking me.
It doesn’t take much of her sucking me before I’m ready to release, and she’s ready for it. Her pussy is still wet and hot for me, her nipples hard as rocks, her mouth a circle as her lips wrap around my rod.
I come hard, my veiny cock so ready for her. She swallows some, but then she pulls me out, pumping the length of me as my seed pours over her mouth, her lips. Her tongue licks my creamy come, begging for more as she angles my cock so it releases across her perky tits. She runs a hand down to her pussy, touching herself as my come coats her.
I watch as she dips her fingers into her folds, wanting more. Seeing her hand graze lower makes my cock twitch, already ready to go again.
I stand, grabbing her ass and lifting her to my waist. I hold her against the wall, her pouty lips begging me to take her. I fill her up again, this time watching her eyes glaze over as she’s lowered onto my cock.
Her hands run through my hair, her tits heaving as she breathes in deeply, trembling at the fullness I give her.
“Is this really ours?” she asks in a whisper. “Our life?”
“Completely.”
And then I take her again. She may have fought the fucking dragon, but I am her knight in shining armor.
TESS
The next day I decide that, whatever happens next, it’s going to be okay. I wake with Jack’s arms around me, my fingers laced with his, and the buzzer from the front lobby ringing loudly.
I look at the clock and see it’s one in the afternoon. I grin. This man fucked me silly last night, into the early hours of the morning.
“Jack, the front desk is buzzing in.”
“Really?” He sits up in bed, his hair rumpled, his beard getting more than scruffy. It’s becoming full-on mountain man. Not that I mind—he looks hotter than hell with a beard.
He pulls on a pair of sweats, covering his cock, to my disappointment, and walks to the intercom in the room.
“Yeah?” he asks.
“Mr. Harris, there are some men here with boxes to be delivered. It’s McQueen and his crew. Mind if I send them up?”
“No problem. Is security on them?”
“Sure are, sir. The premises are clear.”
I jump in the shower as Jack takes care of the guys. I know the day is going to fly by. We should talk to Denzel, and I know the police will be getting in touch with us, but the more pressing thing on my mind is Jack’s show tonight.
He has sacrificed so much to be with me these last few weeks. He has completely dropped his world to take care of mine.
He whisked me away to his parents when I needed to get out of town, he’s dealt with the press over the sex scandal, he’s had security detail on us 24/7. I just want tonight be about him.
I’m drying off when he comes into the bathroom with a tote bag stuffed with my clothing.
“Thought you could use this,” he says. “They brought clothes, a few laundry baskets of your stuff, and they got you a storage unit for your other things. Though the apartment manager said he owned the furniture.”
“That’s true. It wasn’t my stuff. Are the McQueens still here?”
“No, the guys left to take the truck to the unit to unload it.”
“Okay.” I kneel down and look through my stuff, and find a pair of underwear and skinny jeans. I slide them on as Jack brushes his teeth.
“Do you think they thought I was rude, for not saying hello?” I ask.
“What?” Jack spits in the sink. “No way, babe. They knew you were getting ready.”
“Okay. I just don’t want them to think I’m not considerate.”
Jack sets down his toothbrush and pulls me to him.
“Listen. No more of that today, Tess. They were so happy to be able to move your stuff. Jeb and Ryan want a tangible way to help you. They love you. They feel like shit that some stranger came in their home and took you. Do you understand that? They had to live knowing that they didn’t keep you safe from a predator. Think about that.”
It knocks the wind out of me. He’s right, of course. I’m sure they’ve replayed that day, the day I was taken, a thousand times in their minds.
“You’re right.” I lean in and kiss his clean mouth. “So, in other news, I just moved in.”
“Yep. About five minutes ago.”
“And how are you with that?” I ask, as I
finish looking for clothing in my tote. “I mean, it’s probably one of the thousand things we should have discussed by now, but, have you ever had a girl move in before?”
“Are you reconsidering our engagement because we didn’t talk about exes?”
“No,” I say, laughing, as I hook a bra on and throw on a top. “I don’t need to know details. I was mostly wondering how this transition is gonna be. Like, us being roommates. Do you keep stacks of dirty dishes in the sink? Am I gonna have to take out the trash?”
Jack shrugs, turning the shower on and sliding off his sweats.
“Someone does all that for me—grocery shops and cleans the house and does my laundry.”
“That’s gonna be hard to adjust to.”
“Is it?” Jack laughs. “I’m sure you’ll be fine. But honestly, we need to talk about our plans.”
“What do you mean? Does KMG have stipulations about where you need to live? Or when you need to go on tour, already?”
“No,” he says, stepping into the shower. “I’m not signing the contract, Tess. Tonight’s gonna be my last show.”
He pulls the door shut, and I take that as a cue to pause the conversation. I blow dry my hair, trying to figure out how I feel about this. I don’t want Jack to give anything else up for me, but at the same time I’ve heard him mention over and over again how unhappy he is with being a product, and how a ten-year contract would bind him to a company in a way he might not be comfortable with.
When the shower stops and he wraps a towel around his waist, I turn to face him.
“Baby, I don’t want you to do this for me.”
“Why not? I would do anything for you.”
“I know you say that, but this could mean the world for your career. It would give you access to—”
“To what? The limelight? A house in the Bahamas? A private jet? I don’t want that shit. I don’t want you always being scared of being found, of a story coming out about your childhood. Besides, I don’t want to make that kind of music anymore. I told Kirby yesterday, before anything about the McQueens was revealed, that I didn’t want to consider the contract unless someone listened to my new music—the stuff I’ve been working on at my studio at my parent’s place.”
“And what did Kirby say?”
“He doesn’t take me seriously. And that fucking hurts, Tess. It’s exactly why I’m not okay with being theirs.”
“I get that.” I nod in agreement. I pull him to me, his warm, slick body tempting me, and I wonder why I was in such a hurry to get dressed. “I don’t want you to be theirs either. I only want you to be mine.”
“Good. Because I am.”
“Can we not deal with Mark Denzel and the police and all that bullshit today? It’s already after two in the afternoon. Can we just get dressed up and go to a fancy dinner and laugh with our friends and celebrate our engagement and have this one final night? This one night where you’re on top of the world as a DJ, and I’m someone’s fiancé and daughter and sister? Can we just pretend, for one night, that none of that stuff with my past exists?”
Jack’s forehead presses against mine and he brings me in, squeezing me tight. “Okay, Tess. Tonight we can push all of that aside and give ourselves over to the decadence of Vegas—even though neither of us, at our core, are those people.”
“And who are we, at our core?” I ask.
Jack smiles. “I thought at our core we were fuck-buddies?”
“In that case….” I give him a cheesy I’m so head-over-heels-for-you wink, and then I drop to my knees.
Because I’d rather be Jack Harris’s fuck buddy than anything else.
Chapter Twenty-Four
JACK
Stacked, my club, is at capacity, as I expected. Ace has got to be pumped for this sold-out event, and as I wait in my dressing room to go on stage, Tess gives my ass a squeeze.
“I know this is your last gig as a DJ, and that you’re telling Kirby tomorrow that you won’t sign the contract, but I am really happy that I get to be here tonight, as your fiancé. As your girl.”
“Me too, baby.” I give a Tess a kiss, wanting to give her so much more. “Soon we can start a new life, just you and I.”
“I want to move to your parents’ island. Is that weird?”
“No,” I tell her, cupping her face with my hands. “I do, too. We can play music and catch fish and fucking make tea every day. You can read books and we can have babies. It’s gonna be perfect.”
“How many babies do you want, Jack?” Tess gives me a closed-lip grin, shaking her head.
“I want to have so many babies with you.” I lick my lips, loving the idea. “You are gonna be so hot knocked up, Tess. I can just see it. Your tits so nice and big,” I say, running my hands over her breasts. “Your belly so round with my baby in you. Damn.” I move my hand to adjust my growing cock. Just thinking about putting a baby in her gets me hard.
“I had no idea you wanted to be a father so bad.”
“No, I just want to be your baby’s daddy.”
“You’re making me so horny, Jack.”
“Good. Tonight, after the show, I’m gonna bring you back here and I’m gonna put a baby in you.”
“Is that so?”
I lean in and kiss her pink lips. “It is so.”
A knock on the door draws us apart. The manager sticks his head in the door.
“Show time, Jack.”
“Okay, hey, can you have security take Tess to the private table?”
“Of course,” he says. “Just follow me.”
“Good luck, baby,” Tess says, slapping my ass as she walks away.
We made a good call, not dealing with the police today. We needed to be together, with our family and friends, and just enjoy this calm before the motherfucking storm.
Kirby is waiting for me backstage, and I knew this conversation was coming.
“Hey, man.” I give him a fist bump, and then notice Kendrick from KMG behind him. “Good of you guys to be here, but I’m about to go on.”
“No, we know,” Kirby says. “Kendrick just wanted to wish you luck.”
Kendrick steps forward to speak. “The crowd is pumped, son, and we’re excited to sit down tomorrow and go over the contract. A hundred mill is no fucking joke.” He squeezes my shoulder. “You make us proud.”
I give Kirby a sidelong glance, my eyebrows raised. “We talked about my stipulations. Did you inform Kendrick?”
Kirby gives me a grin. “We sure did. I’m telling you, Jack, KMG is behind you 110%.”
“We are,” Kendrick says. “You want to produce an acoustic album, do it. We’re behind you, with whatever vision you have. You’re a worldwide sensation for a reason. We’re not losing you over something as small as what sort of music you want to play.”
I step back, shocked. Never did I think Kirby was taking me seriously, taking my music seriously.
“I had no idea you’d actually consider that.”
Kendrick shrugs. “I’m in the business of making people happy. I’m not letting a star like you walk away. It’s not like you’re some up-and-coming celebrity. You know how many views your sex tape got on YouTube the last two weeks?”
“No fucking clue,” I tell him, my jaw tensing at the mention of it. “I don’t look at that shit.”
“Okay, well, it was enough to make everyone in our marketing department flip out.”
“That’s awesome, but it was costly for my fiancée. So I don’t find it particularly newsworthy.”
“Your fiancée?” Kirby shakes his head. “You and Ashley got back together? This is amazing.”
The stage manager signals for me and a crewmember starts fitting me for a mic and headset.
I scowl. “Not Ashley. Listen, I’ve got to go. I’m marrying Tess. And if you’re serious about these new contract stipulations, I need to consult with her.”
“The waitress?” Kirby laughs in disbelief. “Okay, I’ll get Lola to spin this into something gold.”
“It’s not a fucking joke, Kirby. And we aren’t spinning anything.”
Kendrick points behind me, I turn and see the stage manager waving me onstage. “I think you are spinning something—and, son, that crowd is ready.”
I step away, my head totally fucked, which is not where I wanted to be going into tonight’s show. I thought this was the end of my dealings with KMG. I didn’t want to be their puppet, and I wanted to keep Tess from the limelight—but what if I could have both? Make my music and do it with my fucking integrity intact?
I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and step on stage. Raising my head to the crowd, I hear a thunderous cheer rise. The lights flash; I drop a beat, and raise my hands in the motherfucking air.
TESS
The parents are drinking champagne and laughing—dancing awkwardly, but loving it. Claire’s mom is talking with JoJo’s dad, and I smile, wondering if there are still love connections to be made in this group.
“Was he nervous?” Emmy asks. “About KMG being here?”
“No,” I tell her, leaning in. “I honestly don’t think that he’s going through with the deal.”
“Really?” Emmy’s eyes bug out. “That’s kind of insane, Tess. It’s like, a whole other league of money.”
“I just don’t want to live a life with that sort of attention, Emmy. I don’t think Jack does either.”
Emmy doesn’t understand my revulsion to the spotlight, and she can’t. I don’t want anyone to find out the truth of what happened between the man I called father my entire life and the woman I thought was my mom. The gun. The shots. The person I wanted to kill and the one who let herself take the fall.
I swallow, turning toward the stage. The opener has left and Jack’s gear is being set up. It might take a while, and I pour a glass of champagne as I wait.
A few minutes pass. Everyone is talking.
And then I see her: Ashley Fast.
Walking straight for me.
Seriously?
Sauntering to our table, past the roped off VIP area, basically, and because she is the VIP of this entire place, no one pushes back on her. Besides, she has an entourage of, like, six people, and the entire group comes off as very intimidating.