“Jagger,” she moaned as her body tightened and she felt the orgasm to her fucking toes.
The car came to a stop and she blinked slowly, clearing her thoughts. They were in the El Maz parking lot.
“You made it,” he congratulated, grabbing her hand, pulling it over to his crotch. “And I’m hard as a fucking rock.”
She rolled her head lazily against the seat. “We’ll take care of that later; just give me a few minutes.”
He leaned over, kissing her soundly on the lips. “Oh trust me, I’m gonna cash in.”
He got out of the car, coming around to open her door. As she stood, trying to adjust her dress so that it covered everything, his palm landed heavily against her ass. “And that IOU? It’s owed soon.”
She hoped like hell they could make it through dinner.
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Chapter Three
“You wanna split a pitcher?” Christine asked Meredith and Bianca as they were seated at their table.
Two enthusiastic yesses made her laugh as she ordered.
“If we make it through that one, I got the next,” B raised her hand. “It’s been a rough few weeks.”
Meredith gave an unladylike snort. “Tell me about it. This close to Christmas, people get insane and unfortunately, CRISIS starts filling up,” she sank into the side of the man in her life, Tyler Blackfoot, leaning in as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
“I had to shut off my phone,” Christine sighed as she leaned forward and snagged a tortilla chip, dipping it in the salsa every table was given.
“What the fuck for?” Jagger asked as he reached forward and grabbed his own chip. “Who cares about their hair this close to Christmas? We haven’t even got our shopping done yet.”
Three sets of eyes drilled their laser focus into him as all three women shot him a look. “What?”
“Sometimes I wonder how we’re related,” Christine blew out a breath, trying to exercise patience with her brother. “Everybody knows they’re gonna be in pictures because it’s Christmastime. A lot of my clients want touch ups and then you have the women who get their hair done once a year and their significant others pay for it. They cause me the most stress,” she shuddered. “The shit they call hair is a nightmare and takes twice as long because they haven’t kept up with it.” She stopped and took a long swallow of her margarita. “It’s money and it’s nice to have at this time of the year, but hell.”
Jagger glanced at his wife. “I already know you’re excited school’s out for a few weeks.”
B nodded as she chugged her first margarita, going back for seconds. Jagger couldn’t help the smirk that lifted the side of his mouth. This was going to be a good night for him, he could tell already.
*
“You’re not working tomorrow, right?” Tyler took a pull off his Corona, sitting it down softly on the table as he looked at Jagger.
Jagger mimicked his friend. “Right. I’m taking some time off over the next few weeks too, so I can spend it with her.”
Tyler moved his head on his shoulders, rolling his neck. “I’m hopin’ like hell we can cut out early over the next few weeks. I know people got cars that need fixed, but fuck I need a few hours to put together these damn toys.”
Meredith snickered as she heard her husband. “That’s all he’s been bitchin’ about for the past week.”
He held up a hand. “No, no, hear my whole story.”
When Christine wrinkled her nose, he gave her a look with a raised eyebrow.
“I heard about hair, now you can hear about kids.”
Everyone waited as he took another drink from his bottle. “We were slow in getting the Christmas shopping done. And when I say we were slow, I do mean we were slow. This shit shoulda been done a month ago, but we were busy. So I get to lookin’ at this shit the other night, and fuck me, but everything has to be put together,” he growled.
“And it’s not like I know how to do anything like that,” Meredith laughed.
Steele chuckled. “I’m sure they don’t share anything,” he added.
The Blackfoots had one of each, a son and a daughter. With their age difference, sharing was out of the question.
“No, they don’t,” Tyler reached over and grabbed a chip, biting down on it harshly. “So at some point I have to figure out when to do this. We’re always there, together, as a family.”
B took another drink from what appeared to be her third margarita. Her words slurred slightly, but the point came across. “Mer, sometime this weekend, why don’t you bring them over and Jagger can go help Tyler.”
Caelin and Addie loved going to B’s house. “That would be perfect.”
B beamed, smiling at the two of them. “See, I’m a teacher. I solve problems and shit.”
*
Jagger put his arm around Bianca’s waist as they waved bye to their friends. He held her up as he walked her over to the Mustang. “You have a good time?” he asked, dropping his chin to give her a kiss on the top of the head.
She giggled as she stumbled slightly. He flexed his arm to keep her upright.
“Your arm is so damn strong,” she ran her fingers along the veins on his forearm.
He smirked, pushing her softly against the car as he clicked the key fob to unlock the door. “You’re lucky it is babe, otherwise you would have taken a header across the parking lot. Can you see it now?” He put one hand at her shoulder, and another at her hip, boxing her in. “High School Teacher drunk at El Maz.”
She leaned up slightly and grabbed his lips in a steamy kiss, grinding her lower body into his. Pulling back, she gave him a sultry smile. “I think I’d rather be arrested for lewd and lascivious behavior.”
Jagger groaned, burying his mouth in her neck. “You’re bound and determined to keep me hard all night aren’t you?”
She turned, opening the door to the Mustang, before bending down and making a production of sitting her purse on the floor. Purposely, she stuck her ass out at him and wiggled it. “No,” she looked over her shoulder. “I totally plan on takin’ care of your little problem on the way home.”
If there was any way he could, he got harder. “I’ll show you little problem.” Jagger grabbed her hips and thrust his own at her, letting her feel the length of him beneath his jeans. Thank God they’d parked away from the busiest part of the restaurant.
B tilted her head back on a moan when his hand came around, cupping her breast. “Get in the car John Edward.” She threw back a saucy grin, using his legal name. “You’re gonna have a ride home like I had a ride here.”
“Buckle up,” he gave her a look.
“I’ll buckle up now, but two miles down the road,” she flirted with him, sticking her index finger in her mouth and letting it go with a loud pop, “That cock will be deep down my throat.”
He shut the door and blew out a breath. A drunk Bianca was a sexy as hell Bianca, but he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep the damn car on the road. Knowing what she was going to try, he’d damn sure do his best.
*
They drove along in silence until they left behind the lights of Bowling Green. Porter Pike was dark, and with the night being a winter one, the only illumination they had was the moon. True to her word, two miles out down the road she undid her seat belt, leaning over the console.
“Eyes on the road, hands on the wheel, handsome,” she whispered in his ear. “Let me rock your world the way you rocked mine.”
He couldn’t say no when she undid the button and zipper on his jeans, pushing them away and pulling down his boxers to free his length from what had felt like a prison for most of the night. He’d been on edge, and he couldn’t help it – when her mouth enveloped him – he thrusted hard, all the way back to her throat.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned, gripping the steering wheel in between his fingers, widening his eyes so that he didn’t lose track of the road he drove on. “That’s it,” he encouraged when he felt her tongue swirl against his sensitive head
, bathing it in the warmness of her saliva. “Get it wet, B. Get it wet and take it all the way down.”
She followed his demand, blowing his mind when she hollowed out her cheeks, sucking deeply. He gulped loudly when she grasped his balls in between her fingers, squeezing lightly. “Babe,” he thrust into her mouth. “You feel so fucking good.”
He was on edge and they both knew it. Before long he felt her fingers grasp his length and start jacking him in a slow but steady rhythm. He thrust, she jacked, he withdrew, she hollowed her cheeks. It was an orchestrated effort until he picked up speed, and she followed, chasing his length when he tried to pull away faster.
Finally, he took one hand off the wheel, threaded is fingers through her hair, shoving her down further on his cock, fucking her face. “Take it, please take it,” he begged, breathing so heavily, the window was starting to fog.
Out of nowhere, the orgasm flew through him and he filled her mouth, thrusting even deeper. But B was a world class giver of head, and she took it like one. With a satisfied sound, she cleaned him up, put him back in his pants, smirked, and sat back down in her seat.
“You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?” he asked, chest still heaving as he turned into their driveway.
She nodded. “It makes me feel like the luckiest woman in the world, because nobody satisfies you the way I do.”
He put the car in park, leaned over, and took her lips in his. “And no one ever will. Always remember that.”
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Chapter Four
One of the awesome things about being on Christmas break was that Bianca could stay up late and watch the sets Jagger played at Wet Wanda’s. Between lesson plans, grading papers and evening events at school, these past few months she’d had responsibilities that kept her away from his shows for the first time since they’d been together. They’d both been resigned to the fact that as she advanced further in her teaching career, they had different job obligations that might conflict from time to time.
Bianca shifted in her seat. She still hadn’t told him about the opportunity she had to possibly go and teach in New Orleans. She’d applied for the special seminar, not for a minute thinking she would be picked, but they’d sent her notification a few days ago. It would mean a week during the summer in the Big Easy, and she wasn’t sure her small-town guy would go for it. She was proud of herself, and it hurt not to share in her excitement with him, but she knew when it was time to talk about it they would. There would be a perfect time, and it would present itself soon.
“I’m happy you could come see the show tonight, babe. You excited?” he asked, as they sat in the backroom of her old employer. It reminded him of the first time they’d done this. He could almost still see what she was wearing, could picture the look on her face as she’d watched him warm up.
She gave an enthusiastic nod as she watched him strum his guitar. She swayed as he hummed softly, staring at her with the most adoring look on his face. These were moments she’d never forget, moments she held the closest to her heart. On long days in the classroom, these were the memories she thought of. There was something so hypnotic about the way he played. It soothed her more than anything else could. Taking in his guitar, the cut, the gauges in his ears, and the faded jeans, she smirked. Pointing to his guitar, she spoke. “That thing has seen some better days.”
He smirked back at her, his dark eyes dancing in the low light of the room. “I’ve had this since I moved out of my parents’ house. It’s seen me through some really hard times, but also some really good times. You’re right though, it’s kind of on its last legs. The sound is even a little off, but luckily for me, nobody notices.”
The guitar was beaten up and in some places the varnish had worn completely off, exposing the wood underneath. If she had to describe it with a phrase, it would be well-loved.
“That’s not the reason everyone comes to see you, and we both know it,” she teased him, giggling when he ducked his head. “Don’t be embarrassed, handsome. Everybody likes to watch your sexy ass up on stage. Can’t say as I blame them, you have the swagger of an outlaw and the voice of an angel.”
He stopped his strumming and gifted her with a bright smile. Giving her a wink, he moved the guitar further up on his knee. “You know the only one I’m singing to out there is you, right?”
Cocking her head to the side, she got up, walked over and put her arms around his neck. Leaning down so that she was even with him, she kissed his cheek first, then the side of his mouth. “I know, that’s why I’m front and center any time I can be.”
“C’mon pretty boy,” they heard the raspy croak of Wanda’s voice. She’d been a smoker the last thirty-five years and you could hear it in every word she spoke. “The crowd wants ya and mama needs a new pair of shoes. Not even my girls can fill this place up the way you do, hot stuff.”
He pressed his lips together, hoping his face wasn’t burning as red as it felt. “I got it all under control. They’ll have a good time tonight.”
They could hear the hooting, hollering, whistling, and stomping of feet. The crowd was restless. They always were a few minutes before he went on, they were very ready for him to go out there and do his thing.
*
Minutes later, Bianca stood in the crowd with the other Heaven Hill members and significant others that’d come out for the show. Waiting for him to come on made her stomach clench, because she was so excited. Standing with her friends, she screamed along with them. They were loud as always and she stuck her arm around Meredith, both of them smiling for a selfie while they waited for him to take the stage.
“I don’t know how you do this,” Meredith cut her eyes at a pair of women barely dressed for summer, much less almost Christmas. They wore shirts that proclaimed them Jagger Stone Fans. “They’re like a pack of hungry wolves.”
B screwed her mouth into a frown as she looked at her friend. “You’re asking me this? Your husband is the Tyler Blackfoot. When he walks into a room, people stop everything they’re doing. Hell, even men look at Tyler like they want to find out what he’s got going on under his cut. When you compare the two of them, I kinda think they match up.”
Meredith glanced around them, noting the crowd, the scantily clad women, and the crushing noise as they waited. “Nah, I think yours is in a league of his own. Most people are way too afraid to approach Tyler.”
As Jagger took the stage, and those words rang in her ears – she’d never felt more proud of her man – or to wear his ring. He owned the stage, almost as much as he owned riding on the back of his bike. He had a seat on a stool someone had brought him, situating himself so that he was comfortable. She watched as he rolled up the sleeves on his button down shirt and unbuttoned a few of the top buttons. Smiling to herself, she caught sight of the gold cross he wore around his neck.
There had never been a hotter man in her life, and she loved everything about him. Modern day prodigal son described him perfectly. He walked the edge between a bad ass and a man of faith, but he did it in such a truthful way that she never questioned his loyalty. She never questioned who he loved, what he stood for, or the values he held close.
Jagger Stone was his own man, and he was damn comfortable in the worn jeans encasing his tight thighs. She glanced around at the women watching him, realizing again exactly how lucky she was.
*
“How are y’all doin’ tonight?” he asked after he’d performed two songs. Two was usually how long it took for his heartbeat to calm down, his adrenaline to level out, and his voice to go steady. There was no doubt in his mind he loved being on stage, but it always took him a little bit to become comfortable. That was a big reason as to why he’d never entertained any of the record companies who’d tried to court him.
The crowd screamed back at him, causing him to smile brightly down at his wife. There were few things in the world he loved more than being on stage, but she was one of them. She was the only other thing that could calm him down and give him a sense of
belonging. Her arms, the back of his bike, and the stage were the things that made him feel like home. Running his hands through his already sweaty hair, he spoke clearly into the microphone.
“So we’re pretty much just days from Christmas here. Anybody got last minute shopping to do?”
He watched as B raised her hand and screamed along with the crowd. He couldn’t tell if she was having a good time, or if she were telling the truth. Either way, he decided to call her out. “Well I’ll be damned. My wife is in the front row and she just admitted she’s got some shopping to do yet. It better not be my present, I got hers a month ago.”
The girls in the crowd oohhed as he said those words. He wasn’t sure if they were reacting because he already had her gift or if they were telling B she was taking too long getting his gift. He decided to play into it.
“No sleeping on the couch for me,” he winked as he went into the next song. It was one of B’s favorites and he purposely did it, searching her eyes out with his. He winced when he changed chords and the guitar sounded a little off. No one probably caught it besides him and maybe Bianca, because she’d listened to him play so often. He realized it might truly be time to hang up his old friend.
Out in the crowd, Bianca had a moment of clarity about what she could get him. A secret smile on her face, she couldn’t wait to make a road trip.
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Chapter Five
“Do you wanna come to Nashville with me today?” B spoke into her phone as she navigated morning traffic on Porter Pike, a few days later. Just because she was off work didn’t mean everybody else in Warren County was, but today she had time to be patient if she needed to be. It was a nice change from the constant rush of her everyday life. Instead of getting pissed off at the asshole who had just turned in front of her, cutting her off, she let her foot off the gas and flipped him off under the dashboard. If she’d been rushed, Bianca would have laid on the horn, cursed loudly, and boldly flipped him off in plain view.
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