But I need to put everything that happened in the past in the back of my mind. We both need to let the hurts go and take each day one step at a time. If we keep reliving things that we did to one another, we’ll never become solid. We’ve both grown in not only age but wisdom since we separated. I plan on using what all I’ve learned and implement it into the new and improved us.
I lace my fingers with hers and pull her into the house. Thank God she made me a key to her place so I don’t have to wait for her to fumble around in her purse to find hers.
When we breach the entrance, I slam the front door closed with my booted foot and reach behind me to lock it. Jacey walks to the other side of the living room and turns around to face me. I can’t help it; my eyes eat her alive from top to bottom.
20
Jacey
The way his eyes trail my every move has my senses on overdrive. My heart is clenched in my chest and my lower region is soaking wet. I can feel my desire leaking down my legs. I’m so turned on by him and he’s not lifted a finger to cause this. Feeling nervous, my eyes stay glued to his as he sits in my recliner, his legs spread wide, and I notice a bulge in his pants.
Nervousness englufs me, in an attempt to settle my nerves, I head into the kitchen and grab him a bottle of beer. While in there, I pour myself a glass a wine and gulp it down. With liquid courage making it’s way through my system, I head into the living room and march my way back to my man. I find myself standing directly in front of him, his beer clenched tightly in my hand. When I reach out to hand it to him and our fingers touch, a zing of electricity zaps its way through my entire body. Stepping back as if I’ve been burned, I let out an exasperated breath and peel my top off my body.
“Jacey.” His voice hitches as he says my name.
“We’ve already had the talk. Whereas I know you haven’t been celibate during our three-year separation, I also know that you’ve been tested since being in town and that you’re clean. There’s been no one else for me, Rayne. It’s only ever been you.” He was the one who took my virginity when I was sixteen years old, and he’s the only man I have ever, or will ever, be with in that way. It took me a bit to wrap my head around his proclivities the past few years, but I believe I’m there, and I’m ready to be with him again. He has me one hundred percent. I know he never cheated on me when we were together, and he never will if we take this leap of faith with each other and give in to our sexual desires.
“Fucking hell, Jacey. If we do this, we’re going to do it right. I refuse to take you here in the living room. You deserve much better than a quick fuck from me.” He stands up and reaches out for my hand with his own. I place my hand in his and he laces our fingers together as he escorts me down the hallway and into my bedroom. As we enter the room, he scans around looking for something.
“What are you looking for, Rayne?” I ask, suddenly nervous he’s changed his mind. My room isn’t overly girly. My bedspread is pink and gray, but it’s in a chevron pattern, and every other accessory in my room is in different shades of gray. He shouldn’t be offended as far as my eye can tell.
“I was looking for a radio, dock station, something to that effect,” he implies.
“Oh, I have a docking station in the top drawer of my nightstand,” I inform him, but I need to stop him before he looks inside. As I go to say something, snapping out of the road my mind just traveled, he opens the drawer and pulls out my clit stimulator. I slap my hands over my face in embarrassment. “You’re too fast for your own good, Mr. Wilde,” I mutter through the palms of my hands.
“Not too fast, I hope.” He chuckles at his own words. “Do you use this on yourself often, Jacey?” He turns it on and it begins vibrating loudly. I can hear his footsteps heading in my direction. He gently removes my hands from my face. “Answer the question, Jacey. Do you think of me when you do?” he continues. My embarrassment climbs higher and I can feel a heated blush forming on my cheeks. “Well, do you?” He leans over, whispering the question in my ear. Bumps begin to form on my skin as his heated breath coats my neck. I shiver at the sensual reaction my body is having toward him.
“Uh-huh,” I finally manage to gulp out.
“Will you show me, Jace?” Say what now? I pull back, looking up at him with wide eyes.
“Y-you want me to use that on myself while you watch?” This comes out in a high-pitched screeching tone. “Like now?” My voice comes out panicked. He can’t be serious. We never did anything like that before! Sensing my nervousness, he begins singing to me. It’s our song of years past—All I Need Is a Miracle by Mike and the Mechanics. He begins swaying with me then and there, and we begin dancing around the room. I’m so lost in him that I don’t realize when he places the toy at the seam of my pants. The vibration makes my pussy clench as my panties become drenched with my desire.
“You’re still my miracle, Jacey.”
“I love you so much, Rayne. I never stopped. You own a piece of my heart.”
“And I’ve always valued and cherished that piece of real estate in your heart that you’ve given me. Love you too, Jace. Always have, always will.” He tosses my toy on the floor as his lips crash onto mine. It becomes a race of who can remove whose clothing faster. Once we’re standing there, buck naked, bodies pressed to each other, everything flies out of my mind except for him.
“Make love to me, Rayne. I’ve missed you.”
“I can’t wait to make your body sing for me like it used to. Let’s see if I still have the magic touch.” As his lips land on mine, I feel myself moving backward. My knees hit the bed as Rayne gently coaxes me down. He lies on top of me once my back hits the mattress. His fingers begin trailing down my stomach and my core is heated, aching for his fingers to make their way to where I need him most. He stops at my pubic bone, making me groan out in protest. “Patience, Jacey. I need to taste you.” I want to scream out ‘yes please’ as he slides down my body, but I feel frozen in time and can’t seem to get my voice to vocalize my internal thoughts and needs. I feel his breath tickling my core as he settles himself between my spread thighs. “You smell intoxicating, Jace.” He swipes his tongue through my slit, causing my back to bow and a sound of pleasure to escape me. “Damn, you still taste like the most decadent of desserts. You’ve always been able to quench my sweet tooth, baby.”
“Less talk, more eating,” I declare as I lift my knees and settle my feet on the bed. I then lay my knees on the mattress, giving him better access to his sweet treat. His hands go to my thighs, holding them hostage in his firm grip.
Rayne
My taste buds awaken when the first burst of her flavor lands on my tongue. Wanting more, one of my hands leaves her thigh and opens up her pussy lips. I dig in like a starved man enjoying his first good meal in years. She wiggles underneath me, but I pay her no mind, because the only care in the world I have at this moment is getting more of her sweet nectar. Jacey’s hands go to my head as they begin pulling ferociously on my hair. She pushes her pussy further into my mouth as her greedy hands pull my head closer to her core. I suck, nip, and lick her from bottom to top, paying special attention to her clit. One of her hands leaves my scalp and my eyes follow its retreat. She begins relentlessly tugging on her nipples and I work harder to get her to the orgasm she’s chasing. I insert first one, then two fingers, making sure to find that soft button of joy inside of her. Applying pressure, it doesn’t take long until she detonates, squeezing my inserted fingers in a vice grip.
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 an
d 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.”
“Sounds good,” I impart before disconnecting. I wish I could stick around and see what they’re gonna do, but I have two important people waiting on me to get home.
Jacey
I’m utterly exhausted this evening. I didn’t have a busy day, but I can’t seem to keep my eyes open, regardless. Hadley must sense my need to rest my eyes for a bit and takes off for her bedroom to play with her toys. As I sit on the sofa, I put on some mindless talk show as my heavy-lidded eyes close. I don’t understand why I’m so damn tired the last couple of days, but today seems to be the worst I’ve experienced.
Just as I fall into a deep sleep, my phone begins to ring beside me. I groan as I force my lids to open and pick up the phone. The caller ID says it’s Rayne, so I gladly answer.
“Hey, honey,” I say on a yawn.
“You tired again, Jace?” The worry in his voice gives me pause. I hate that he’s concerned. I don’t want him stressing about anything outside of his music. The record label is on them about producing more.
“Yeah, I know I’m getting plenty of sleep at night. I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I tell him.
“Maybe we need to get more vitamins into your diet. We’ve been eating unhealthily the last week or so. Why don’t I pick us up a couple of steaks to grill and some veggies?”
“A steak sounds really delicious,” I hungrily reply as my mouth begins to water and my stomach awakens and begins
to rumble.
“Alright, give me half an hour and I’ll be there,” he informs me before we say our goodbyes and disconnect the call.
I stand up and stretch my sore limbs. Falling asleep on the couch doesn’t do my muscles any favors. My neck is stiff and my body feels like I’ve slept on a boulder. Walking over to the door, I make sure it’s locked and double-check that the alarm is set. Once those tasks are done, I go in to check on Hadley. She’s happily playing tea party with her dolls. “Hads, I’m gonna hop in the shower really quick before Daddy gets here with dinner. Don’t answer the door or phone, got it?”
“Yes, ma’ams,” she quickly responds. I know a brush-off when I hear one. I chuckle as I make my way into the bedroom.
Stripping out of my clothing, I notice a single sock sticking out from underneath the bed. I roll my eyes as I bend over and pick it up. How damn hard is it to make it five steps to the laundry hamper instead of just tossing belongings onto the ground? Men are ridiculous. Baring myself next to the basket, I toss all of my clothes inside before ambling my way into the attached bathroom. I bend over and start the shower. I like it nice and warm before I step even one foot inside. I should consider investing in heated tiles. While waiting on the water to warm up, I take my makeup removing cloths and scrub my face.
When steam begins to fog up the mirror, I know the water is at the right temperature and make my way into it. The warm water loosens my muscles as I lean my head back and allow my entire body to be coated.
I’m not sure how long I stay under the spray before hearing the bathroom door open. “Jace, how long have you been in there, babe? The entire bathroom is filled with condensation.”
“Hmm… don’t know, Rayne. I didn’t look at the time before coming in.”
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