“Whatever you want, Ace. This is your home too.”
I carry her through the foyer and place her back down on her feet in the massive living area. There’s a large, gas fireplace to the right, massive light gray couches against crème colored walls, and a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The whole house is painted in earth tones and every room except my bedroom and the music room was decorated by an interior designer.
“Feel free to change anything you want. I want you to feel comfortable here.”
“I wouldn’t know the first thing to do. It’s already nicely done, though I’m not sure I would want to sit or eat in any of these rooms. I wouldn’t want to get them dirty or leave butt prints.” Giving me a cheeky smile, she walks back and wraps her arms around my waist.
“Do you want the tour?”
“Yeah, to your bedroom?” She chews down her lower lip and bats her innocent, doe eyes.
“It’s our bedroom now. Let me show you around our place and we can end the tour there and break in the bed.” With her still cuddled into my side, I lead her around the house. I show her an empty room next to my office that I offer to have turned into her own home office.
“What would I need an office for?”
“When you need your own place to work as my assistant tour manager,” I say pointedly. She hasn’t agreed to take the job yet, and I feel like she’s leaving me hanging on purpose. Waiting for me to get down on my hands and knees to beg.
Maybe I could get Brody to do it.
“I haven’t said yes, though I guess I will need it once I lock down a job.”
Gripping her shoulders, I pull her to my chest, resting my forehead on hers. “Why won’t you take the job?”
She exhales deeply and pushes me back. She walks to the large double windows, where a single blue loveseat sits and draws her finger over the soft fabric. “I just want to think about it a little longer. I’m not sure if it’s something I know how to do. I told you that.”
“Well, if you don’t want that one. I do have an opening for a private masseuse. Especially one who is really good at happy endings.”
Her head pops up and she looks at me wearing a wicked smirk, and a familiar glint in her eyes. “What do you know, I happen to be very good at giving happy endings…”
She charges for me and leaps into my arms, knocking me backward. I stumble, but am able to keep a hold of her.
“Where’s. Your. Bedroom?” she growls and yanks my hair, causing my head to snap back. I laugh. I’ve missed these moments with her, where we’re able to stop an uncomfortable situation and end up goofing around instead.
“Changing the subject on me, baby?” I groan when her luscious lips latches onto my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
“Yes,” she hisses and bites me lightly where she was once sucking. I’m hard as a rock, but there’s one more room I desperately want to show her. A room I have pictured fucking her in countless times. More so than in my bed.
“One more room. The place I spend most of my time, where you’ll usually find me when you need me.”
“Fine.” She blows a puff of air out. “But you have to carry me there, so I can…” she doesn’t have to finish the sentence as her lips attach to my earlobe.
I haul her ass to my music room with her wrapped around me, nibbling at the exposed skin on my neck. Pushing open the double doors, I tell her we’re here. She releases her mouth from my neck and her head swings around to examine the room, a surprised gasp leaving her lips.
Maybe it’s the large portrait of her on my wall, or it may be the couple of pictures of us that rest on the piano that have her astonished.
So, maybe I’m a little bit like Julie when it comes to gawking at the person I admire most.
“Wow. This is unexpected.” She squirms, wanting out of my hold and I put her down. Her eyes dart around the room in wonder before they shift back to me.
“I told you, you’re my muse.” I thread my fingers through her hair above her ear and my thumb caresses her cheek.
“Is this why Collin finally realized who I was? He stared me down for a minute after I said my name.”
“Probably.” I grin, unembarrassed by my infatuation. “I like to talk about you and show you off. Does it freak you out?”
“No. It’s sweet.” She leans her head into my palm. “But you didn’t tell me how obsessed you were before we got married. Should I be worried?” She smiles slyly throwing my earlier comment back at me.
“Very.” I lean in and kiss her nose, making her giggle.
“Good thing I always knew you were crazy.” She darts around me to the piano where a few framed pictures sit. She picks up one of us with the guys from my old band, X-rated, and Brody.
“I remember when this picture was taken. It was the day we all snuck out of school early and Brody drove us up to L.A. Your mom found out and drove to the club, ending the show early.” Violet clenches her jaw at the memory.
“I remember the day too. I thought everything was lost.” I frown deeply. I thought it was going to ruin all my chances of playing another show ever again.
“She embarrassed the hell out of you all instead of just letting you finish. It still irks me to this day.” The acidity rolls off her tongue.
“It was pretty embarrassing, but I remember the day turned out good in the end. We said we loved each other, in front of her. I thought her head was going to explode.” I laugh, remembering how red my mother's face had gotten and the lecture I received when we got home. She went on about being too young to be in love and how I didn’t even know the girl, forgetting all about me skipping school. I still ended up grounded for a month.
And for all those thirty days I snuck out of the house to see Vi.
“It did turn out really good.” She gleams back down at the picture before putting it back in its spot.
“Do you know the kicker of it all? Max Young was there that night, and when he saw me again in L.A., he remembered who I was. I made an impression on him that night. He said he’s never seen someone's mother come and stop a show before. He wanted to sign me then, but we had already left, and, well, now the rest is history.”
“I guess in a way your mom helped you, without even trying.” Her arms wrap around my neck and she kisses my chin.
“Yeah, I guess she did.”
“I love you,” she says wistfully.
“I love you, too, always.” I kiss her with everything I have, sucking her in.
Her erect nipples poke into my chest as she molds herself to my body, making us one. We step backward, and I'm not sure where we're going ‘till my ass hits the piano keys, making an obnoxious noise of the minor keys.
Our lips part and I move away from the keys as a satisfied smile tugs on the corner of my lips. I glance at the grand piano, thinking of all the dreams I’ve had of her on top of it. Naked.
“You know there is always something I wanted to do with you and I think of it every time I come in here.” My hands grip her ass and nip at the side of her neck.
“Yeah…and what would that be?” she purrs, tilting her neck to give me better access.
“Fucking you on top of this piano,” I growl into her ear and thrust her into my waiting erection.
She bites her lower lip and glances at the piano. “Yes, please,” she begs.
“Get naked,” I command her and push her off me so she can strip out of her clothes.
Her arm reaches behind her back for the zipper, and she takes her time pulling it down. Inch by agonizing inch the skirt lowers exposing her flawless body, and finally pools at her feet. Slowly, she unhooks the buttons of her blouse, letting it join her skirt on the floor. My eyes roam her entire body, drinking her in, looking insanely hot standing before me in black lace panties and a matching bra. I’m quickly picturing each position I want to take her in for the rest of the night.
I’m pulled out of my thoughts of twisting her around like a pretzel when her bra goes flying passed my face.
My dick twitches painfully, watching her as she slips her panties down her long-tanned legs. I groan loudly, at her flawless naked form, as the black garment dangles off the end of her finger. I twirl my finger, silently asking her to turn around. She does as asked.
She’s so fucking hot and I’m one lucky son of a bitch to call her my wife.
When she’s done with her 360 presentation of herself, she looks at me with a wicked glint in her eyes before her panties come hurtling for my head.
I catch them mid-air, roll them into a ball, and press them to my nose to inhale her heavenly scent. A scent only made for me. “Perfection,” I growl.
Stuffing the black thong into my back pocket, I stalk towards her like she’s my prey, ready to consume her. I inch closer, and she steps back closer to the black and white keys, but makes no real attempt to run. I catch her in my arms and my hands grab her ass, lifting her into my arms. She squeals when I plop her onto the cool top of the piano.
Her legs dangle over the keys and I sit down on the bench to just admire her; perched on the object that has helped me write so many songs, mainly about her.
Yep, this is better than I could’ve ever imagined.
I spread her legs, opening her to me, and dip my head into her hot, dripping core. My tongue darts into her heat, exploring every inch of her tight slit, devouring her arousal. She moans, and her body sags causing her feet to hit the keys making a discordant noise.
She always tastes fucking amazing, like strawberries, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough her. I’m not sure how I even went without this for so long.
Two fingers ease into her while my tongue flicks and sucks her swollen clit. She’s mewing, wiggling like crazy as my fingers make a come-hither motion inside her.
“You like this, Ace?”
“Yess…” she hisses and I insert another finger inside of her, pushing them past my knuckles.
I’ve mastered the way to play her body like a fiddle and I’ve never forgotten. She collapses back on her elbows as her hips buck towards me, begging for more. The sounds of sweet ecstasy leave her lips.
That’s it, baby.
I nibble on her hardened clit, my fingers moving faster inside of her, and with a loud call of my name, she convulses around them. Her sweet juices pour into my waiting mouth. I suck up all of her lasting flavors, and my dick aches, no longer wanting to wait to get inside of her.
Once she’s done quivering, I remove my fingers from her and I place them in my mouth. My taste buds going insane from the strawberry overload.
“So fucking good,” I moan and kick the bench away.
My clothes quickly disappear and I grab my throbbing dick in my hand, pumping it, eager to get inside of my girl, my wife.
This motherfucking dream is finally coming true.
She scooches back on the piano and I crawl on top of her. My lips mold the side of her neck and she squirms below me. “God, do you know how beautiful you are? Laying naked on my piano?” My mouth works its way to her breast and I nibble on her pink nipples.
“Mmm.” She moans and her hands make their way into my hair, yanking me back to her face. My eyes meet hers, which glow with deep heated lust and love that match my own, and I slowly sink myself into her soaked core.
“Ahhh,” I groan as I fill her completely and she grips me like a vise. She’s so fucking tight right now. “Fuck, yes, baby. You feel so fucking good.”
“Coop...” She pulls my hair and relaxes enough to allow me to plunge into her, hard. Her ass and my knees squeak against the laminate of the piano with each punishing stroke.
Resting my body weight on my elbows, my mouth latches back to the side of her neck. I love kissing her here. Her whole body breaks out in goosebumps, no matter how many times I do it, and her sweet scent is the strongest here, where all I want to do is inhale her.
Her arms wrap around my back, pulling me deeper inside of her. Our mouths meet once again, and she moans into my mouth, her hips matching my thrusts.
“God, Cooper,” she calls, not parting from my mouth; the cries of her ecstasy vibrating down my throat. My pace picks up, my knees are sore from the hard surface, but I don’t care.
I know she can’t be comfortable either, but the way she’s writhing under me, I can’t really tell.
Piano, bed, whatever. It’s all fucking amazing.
My hand moves under her head, to make the surface softer, as I ram into her faster. Her nails dig into my shoulder and her pussy hugs my cock. She screams and her orgasm takes complete control of her body.
I still inside of her letting her ride out her orgasm, enjoying the feeling of her pulsating around me.
“Cooper! Move!” she mutters as she comes down from her high. I move my hips again and I’m relentless with my pace. I need to consume her, absorb her, feel her every inch.
I’m fucking her so hard, her body is squeaking loudly against the hardcover. I wrap her in my arms, lifting her and pushing her chest against mine, kissing her feverishly. With a final few pumps, I come deep inside of her.
“Come, let me show you our bedroom,” I say as I slip off the piano. She doesn’t move, laid out, and spent on my grand piano. Her strawberry hair is haloed around her, one leg propped up, making her look like an erotic model.
I trace my finger around her chest. “Are you not going to get up?” She moans and shakes her head. “Tired?” I ask, rolling her nipple between my fingers. Her eyes finally meet mine, and she blinks, but still doesn’t give me an answer. “Do you want me to carry you?”
She nods.
Lifting her back into my arms, I carry her bridal style back to our room. Her head lolls onto my shoulder, and a content sigh leaves her lips.
When we make it upstairs to our bedroom, I lay her down on the bed and she immediately cuddles into the pillows.
“This is nice,” she moans, finally finding her voice again. “Are these like a million thread count sheets?”
“I have no clue,” I crawl in next to her and pull her into my arms.
Her hand reaches out to touch my face. “Glad to see my face is not gracing the walls in this room. But I guess it would scare the girls away,” she says humorously. But even though she’s trying to play it off I can still make out the tint of hurt in her eyes.
I know the feeling. The thought of someone else holding her, giving her pleasure, kissing her, irritates the fuck out of me. As I look at her now, I only wish I hadn’t done what I did with other women. They meant nothing to me and they were only strings of one-night stands. Sex only filled a void and I never dated anyone. No one piqued my interest.
No one could ever come close to Vi.
I wanted her even though I didn’t think I could have her again.
Placing my hand over hers, I pull it to my lips. “I’ve never had a girl in here before…or in this house, except for the ones that work with me. As for pictures, I have my own special collection of you hidden somewhere.” I wink.
The collection of ‘dirty’ pictures we took in high school is kept in a locked box. I like having them at arm’s reach for when I need some ‘self-comforting.’
She flushes. “I have mine too. I kept them under my bed; the reason I didn’t need a photo of you hanging on my wall. I had the good stuff.”
My hand works its way down her stomach, aiming to make its way between her legs when the phone rings. I groan, moving my hand away.
“Ignore it,” she pants, reaching for my hand.
I should. I really should, but since I don’t have my cell on me it could be important. “I have to, just in case something is going down.”
Rolling away from the warmth of my wife, while she pouts, I sit up and grab the headset from my dresser.
“Hello?”
“Cooper. I’ve been trying to reach you,” my mother’s voice comes booming through the phone, “but I’m glad to see you’re home now.”
“Yep, I’m home. With Violet,” I state firmly, feeling the need to remind her of my new wi
fe.
“Oh, that’s wonderful,” she spills out sweetly, and I’m shocked at her accepting words.
Violet’s arms snake around my neck, “Who is it?”
“My mother,” I answer softly, still confused by my mom’s change of personality. Violet’s arms quickly fall from my shoulders and she plops back onto the bed.
“Did you need something?”
“Yes, I’ve been thinking, since we couldn’t be at your wedding, I want to throw you a party to celebrate your marriage. I’ve been trying to plan for days, but you wouldn’t answer. So, what do you say?”
I shake my head and wonder what parallel universe I’ve just fallen into. I don’t mind this one if this is what things will stay like.
“You want to throw us a party?” I question, saying each word slowly. “I thought you were against this whole thing.”
“Well, it’s done now, and I’m trying. I thought this would also be a good chance for everyone to meet her.”
My eyes roll to the sky, trying to keep my sudden temper at bay. “You know most of the family has met her. You just did a good job making everyone dislike her. I’m not sure I need her walking into a firing squad.”
Besides my grandfather, Brody, and Dustin, everyone else in my family had their ears filled with Evelyn Reid’s poisonous opinions of my girlfriend.
“She won’t be. Everyone can’t believe you got married. They want to meet her, and it will be the party you deserve. Maybe we can have a real priest give you a ceremony; we could give you a real wedding,” she offers, meddling once again.
“We had a real wedding, mother. It might not be the high society wedding you’d have thrown, but it was ours.” I refuse to let her downplay the best day of my life.
“You’re right. You’re right, I’m sorry. Just the party then.”
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. Maybe she is trying. I have to take every moment and hope we’re leaving the past in the past. I cover the phone with my hand and turn to Violet. “My mom wants to throw us a party.”
“Your mom?” She snorts. “Evelyn? You’re kidding.”
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