“Mrs. McGuire caught me as I was coming in. She wanted to have Hadley over for about an hour to help her plant some flowers in her garden. She said she’d only be an hour.” I can hear him shedding his clothes, and suddenly my libido wakes up and is anticipating a little playtime.
As the glass door slides open, a blasted chill of cold air hits me and causes a shiver to ignite. My body pebbles in tiny, miniscule bumps. As the warm air begins to float away, the door closes and Rayne wraps his arms around me from behind. The nippiness vanishes just as quickly as it came from his overheated flesh surrounding me. I lean my head back onto his shoulder as his lips begin to nip at my skin.
“You smell so sweet, Jacey,” he murmurs as he makes his way up my neck. His lips close around my earlobe as he tugs on it with his teeth. While his mouth is busy kissing and licking my exposed neck and collarbone, his hands are roaming up and down my sides.
“Touch me, Rayne,” I plead, needing him to make his way to my throbbing center. I yearn to feel his fingers entering my channel as they pump back and forth, bringing me to the edge of a much-needed release.
“I am touching you, Jace,” he whispers, causing me to jolt with a desperate need to physically connect with him.
“Please, Rayne. Touch my clit,” I beg, knowing what words he wants to hear from me.
“It’ll be my pleasure.” He hums in a delightful satisfaction.
22
Rayne
It took a bit after Jacey and I became intimate with one another for her to feel confident enough to articulate ‘dirty’ or ‘inappropriate’ to her, words. Clit, pussy, cock and fuck me, would always cause a blush to cover her entire body. She now knows the keywords that will get her what she wants faster than beating around the bush.
My dick hardens in response when the word clit leaves her luscious lips. “Like this?” I query, brushing my finger over the swollen bundle of nerves. Her hips thrust forward as I pull my hand back. “Or like this?” I ask, using my thumb to apply a slight amount of pressure.
“Both, I need both,” she whimpers out. Her keens of desperation are like a musical melody to my ears. Keeping my thumb glued to this position, I insert a finger inside of her, lightly scraping the insides of her walls.
“So damn tight, I can barely fit one digit inside of you without feeling you clamp down. You’re so damn swollen, do you need me, baby?”
“Yes,” she hisses, gyrating her hips, trying to force me to touch where she needs it the most. “I need you to fill me up, Rayne.”
“I’ve barely touched you and you’re soaking my hand. Have you been thinking about this moment all day, Jace?”
“My every waking thought is about you, Rayne.” Her admittance has me ready to ram my cock deep inside of her. I want her to feel me every time she moves. She’ll know wholeheartedly who owns her body by the time I’m done. The havoc I’m gonna wreak on her body will have her wet and needy with every measure of movement she makes. I want my cum to slide down her legs throughout the rest of the evening. I’m going to unload every drop in my balls and coat her ovaries, claiming my ownership of every inch of her… inside and out. I want to experience life growing inside of her. I want to watch as she swells with my seed.
I wasn’t kidding around when I told her I wanted everything from her.
I won’t be satisfied until I feel as if I’ve filled her head with all thoughts pertaining of me and Hadley. I want her body, heart and soul to once again belong to me and only me. Other than our daughter and future children, I want her all to myself. I’m a selfish bastard when it comes to her; I can’t seem to help myself. From the day she sprouted tits, and I started seeing her as more than just my best friend, I knew that only she would ever fulfill my every heart’s desire.
She’s been my fantasy since I was thirteen, now, she’s my everything. My mind breaks free of its reverent thoughts as Jacey leans forward, sticking her ass high in the air. Her hands are firmly planted on the tiles before her, and her pussy is glistening with neediness. I remove my hands from their placement and line the head of my cock with her inner passage. I take one hand and place it in her hair, yanking back as easily as I can. The desire swamping me doesn’t make this an easy task to accomplish. My inner beast roars as my dick enters her completely. I can feel every inch of her membrane stretch to accommodate my length and girth.
“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?”
“Absolutesly,” she agrees, all the while emphatically nodding her head in approval of my suggestion. “You’s the bestest daddy in the whole wide’s world.” Once again, her words cause my chest to puff out in pride. All these compliments she bestows upon me fill my heart with utter and complete joy. I won’t tell Jacey about them all; she’ll turn Hadley against me and tell her not to inflate my ego.
I don’t feel as if I’m egotistical, but Jacey seems to see things otherwise.
We make it through the drive-thru quickly and I watch through the rearview mirror as Hadley sucks on that straw with gusto. I chuckle to myself when I see the straw cave in from her efforts.
She’s barely gotten anything out of it by the time we make it back home. I carefully assist her out of the truck since she refuses to let go of her sugary treat. Thank goodness her mother won’t be home for a few hours yet. She’d let loose on me if she found out that I’d gotten her a small instead of a kid-sized. She was so good for me today that I wanted to give her something to show my gratitude for her behavior, so I upsized. I think that as her father, I have certain privledges I’m allowed to use.
As we walk inside the house, something feels off. Nothing seems to be disturbed, but it’s a feeling I can’t seem to overcome. It’s as if someone has come in snooping while we were away. It’s an eerie sensation, one I can’t seem to shake off.
“Hadley, head to the kitchen with that,” I tell her.
“Okay’s, Daddy.” As soon as she marches away, I begin pacing the living room.
Glancing around, I notice that Jacey’s favorite clock is turned sideways on the wall. Walking over to it, I take a closer look. Upon my inspection, I notice it’s definitely been moved, not too much, but enough to capture my attention. Curiosity getting the better of me, I remove it from the wall and see what appears to be a small microphone.
“What the hell?”
Grabbing my phone, I dial Lucky’s number. He’s just outside since he was my detail today. I wanna know what he thinks about this. Not sure about the range of the small microphone, I walk down the hallway and into the bathroom. I turn on the faucet to drown out our conversation as he answers.
“Rayne?”
“I need you to come inside quietly. Don’t say a word, but there’s something I need to show you,” I inform him. As soon as he hangs up, I turn the knobs and shut off the water.
As soon as I make it into the main room, I notice Hadley sitting at the kitchen table, still working on her thick shake. She gives me a happy smile as she continues to dig in. I hear the creaking of the door as Lucky makes his way inside as inconspicuously as he can. I wave him over as I make my way to where the clock once was. I show him what I saw, and he leans in crinkling his brows together. He continues to look at it from all angles before he quickly walks back outside.
I take a quick look in Hadley’s direction before following him out to the front yard. By the time I make it to him, he’s pulling some gadget out of his trunk. “What is it?” I inquire, even though I have a feeling my earlier suspicions are correct. “It’s a listening device, isn’t it?”
“That would be correct,” he answers, then continues saying, “I just want to see if it’s live and how far the range is. There weren’t any wires, so that means whoever put this in, isn’t far off. I just need to know how far we’re talking.”
“Jameson,” I growl out, already knowing who the perpetrator is. How did he manage to get in and out without the authorities being alerted? He isn’t supposed to be anywhere near any of us.
Jacey
I got off work a little early tonight and plan on making Rayne’s favorite meal. Well, one of them anyway. My heart is jumping with joy that one of my closest friends will be coming into town in just a few short hours… days, whichever he can make work. Dash had a few last-minute things to wrap up before heading in our direction. As I pull into the driveway, I notice the front door is open. It’s odd because neither one of us likes anyone being able to peek into our abode. The screen door is basically there for show, I never use it. I don’t trust that someone couldn’t easily break in; it’s flimsy at best as far as protection from outside threats go.
Putting my car in park, I step outside and gather up my things. As I turn around, I run into a brick-like chest. “Ack!” I holler as I fall back into the side of my car. “Rayne, what the hell?” I holler as I smack him. He has absolutely no
right to frighten me the way he just did. “Make some damn noise next time. Don’t sneak up on me like that. I’d like to not know what it’s like to have a heart attack as young as I am!” I continue to scold him. “What the hell has gotten into you, anyway?”
“Our house has been bugged,” he tells me and I feel my eyes widen with shock in response.
“I’m sorry, I must’ve misunderstood you. Did you just say we’ve been bugged? Someone entered my house, my sanctuary and invaded our privacy!”
“Shhh, keep your voice down, Jace. I’m not sure how wide of a range it is.” When he informs me of this, my knees weaken as my body quivers with shock and fear. If he wasn’t as close as he is to me, my ass would have hit the ground. “Breathe, baby.” I hadn’t realized I wasn’t, but as soon as he says those words to me, I pull in a deep gasp of oxygen. I feel lightheaded as particles of light dance throughout my vision.
“Hadley?” As the information he shared with me begins to compute, my first thoughts are of her and if she’s safe.
“She’s good. I got her a shake on the way home and she’s still working on it. She’s being nice and quiet as she fights with it. I was just on my way out to check with Mrs. McGuire to see if she could keep an eye on her while we check out the rest of the house.”
“Mrs. McGuire, good idea,” I agree as my heart begins to settle down. It no longer feels as if it’s going to beat its way out of my chest.
“My sisters wanna go to dinner tonight. I thought it’d be a good idea if we agree to go, it’d give the guys some time to set a trap for our interloper,” he continues saying.
“Dinner. Out. Yeah, okay,” I eventually stammer out. I’m still lost in a daze of confusion as to why someone thought it was alright, and had the audacity, to breach my sanctum. This is my fucking home! Now, my confusion and upset are turning into a fiery pit of anger inside of my chest. The blaze traveling through me is uncontrollable as I turn around and slam my fist on top of my car. “Dammit!” I holler out as the stinging pain invades my fist. “Ouch, fuck.”
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