by Harley Wylde
It took a bit of fighting to get her stripped to her panties, and then I covered her with a sheet before heading back outside to unload the car. Everything was stacked in the front entry, and the alarm was reset by the time I went to my practice room, if you could call it that. It was soundproofed and had all of my instruments stored in there, except the guitar I used for touring and practice gigs with the band. A desk sat in the corner, and I opened the laptop to check my social media and emails. I was bombarded with images of Honey and me in Vegas, with all the fans wondering who the mystery woman was.
There was an email from my manager asking about Honey, which meant the band hadn’t told him about my marriage. I wasn’t sure if he was going to be thrilled I was done whoring around, or if he was going to flip out. I knew I owed him a call, but I wasn’t sure I was up for it just yet. I had wanted more time with Honey before we had to face Danny. He could be easy-going, but the man was a shark. The first hint of blood and he’d start circling.
The band’s Facebook and Twitter pages were flooded with questions about Honey. Blogs dedicated to our band had somehow managed to get pictures of Honey holding hands with me walking down the strip, another of me pressing her against a wall, and even a shot of us kissing. I should have known I couldn’t keep things quiet when I didn’t keep my hands off her in public. The concert in Vegas meant a lot of our fans were in the city, and where else would they be but on the strip.
I didn’t want to hide Honey, exactly, but I had hoped I wouldn’t have to throw her into the deep end to see if she could swim. There was so much I didn’t know about her. Pulling up Google, I ran a search for Honeysuckle Thorn, and I was floored by the number of pages that linked to her books. Her website was classy. There were only about a dozen books listed, like she’d said, but her coming soon page was filling up quickly. It made me wonder how long it took her to write a book, and how much would I see her when she was working?
Shutting everything off, I went upstairs and took a quick shower before sliding into bed. Honey was in the middle of the king-size bed, and I pulled her into my arms. She snuggled close and draped her arm across my waist. My cock rose to attention, but I willed the beast to settle down. As long a day as we’d had, there was no way I was waking my wife to fuck her into a coma, no matter how hard I was for her.
I turned off the lamp and set the alarm. I’d have to get with the band in the morning so we could figure out a practice schedule until our next tour came up. There was no slacking in this business. As quickly as we were discovered, we could easily be forgotten, and that was the last thing any of us wanted.
Chapter Six
HONEY
After waking in bed alone and pulling on one of Jace’s shirts, I’d searched the massive house for my husband, but he seemed to have vanished. As large as the place was, I was sure there were rooms I hadn’t checked. Once I discovered the pool with the covered patio and deck, I knew exactly where I was going to work for the day. In the kitchen, there was a folded piece of paper on the counter with my name on it. I smiled when I saw Jace’s scratchy signature at the bottom.
Honey,
I’ll be gone a few hours. Explore to your heart’s content. If you need to get online, the wi-fi password is rockgod626. Help yourself to anything in the house. What’s mine is yours. Call me if you need anything. 555-4412.
Jace
I now had everything I needed to get some work done. All of my things were stacked in the front entry. It took a bit of rummaging, but I found my bikini and changed in the bathroom off the kitchen. I didn’t have the strength to carry my luggage upstairs, and there was no point in walking up all those stairs just to put on a swimsuit. My laptop was still packed from my flight back to California, and I pulled it out, along with the charger. I just hoped there was an outlet outside.
The sun was bright, but the shade of the covered patio was nice. I set my laptop down on a table with four padded chairs and found an outlet nearby. It only took a moment for my machine to boot and then I entered the password Jace had left for me. I was online in minutes, wading through emails and social media notifications. It seemed my fans had discovered some pictures of me with Jace, and they were all curious what I was doing with the rock star. I was a bit embarrassed that they easily recognized my new husband when I hadn’t had a clue who he was when I married him.
No way was I answering any of that until I’d spoken to Jace. He likely had people that needed to leak the information to the press before I made any kind of statement to my readers or posted anything on social media. As tempting as it was to change my status from single to married, I refrained for the time being. It wouldn’t take them long to put two and two together.
By the time I was finished, an hour had passed, and my stomach was rumbling. I left my laptop outside and went to the kitchen for a bowl of fruit and some water. I carried it back outside and nibbled as I pulled up my latest project. The book was a little over halfway finished, and if I focused—not an easy feat with a hunk lying next to me in bed every night—then I would be able to finish the book within a month, maybe less. I’d finished my research and had a general idea of where the story was going; it was just a matter of putting the words on the page.
I always got lost in my work, time flying by, with few bathroom breaks and only a few rummages in the kitchen for snacks. Jace had said he would be home in a few hours, but the clock on my screen said it had been four hours since I’d found the note, and who knew how long he’d been gone before then. My hand hovered over my cell phone, uncertain if I should call to check on him, or if I’d be labeled a nag if I did.
Deciding to give him a little more time, I made a dash to the bathroom and then worked on my book until the words ran dry. It had been a six-thousand-word day, though, so I was pleased with my progress. The pitfalls of writing meant some days you banged out two chapters and other days you struggled to write one page. I hoped for several more good days and wondered if my husband would be up to inspiring me every morning before he left. We’d have to have a talk about it. I didn’t expect sex on a schedule or anything, but I could think of worse ways to wake up. Besides, we were newlyweds. We were supposed to go at it like bunnies.
Jace didn’t come home until almost dinnertime and found me in the den with a romantic comedy playing. It had taken me at least a half hour to figure out his remotes, but now I felt comfortable with them. The house wasn’t what I had expected, but I could live here...like living in a mansion would be a hardship. I would especially love the pool area. I’d worked so much, I hadn’t taken time for a swim, but I would definitely change that tomorrow.
Jace leaned over the back of the sofa and brushed a kiss against my cheek.
“Sorry, I’m so late. I would have called, but I didn’t know if you’d answer the house phone and I didn’t have your cell number.”
I held out my hand, and he gave me his phone. I entered my number and gave it back. During one of my breaks, I’d programmed his into mine. Now we’d be able to reach each other whenever the need arose. He collapsed onto the sofa beside me, then wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to his side.
“My readers found some pictures of us online. They’re asking questions, but I didn’t know how you wanted to handle it.” I traced a pattern on his denim-clad thigh, his muscles flexing under my fingertip.
He ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, my fans went rabid over them this weekend. We need to talk to my manager, Danny, and figure out the best way to leak our marriage to the press. I don’t want it to come back and bite you on the ass. My fans are going to go one of two ways. The ones convinced I’ll meet them and fall in love will hate your guts, and the ones who actually care about the band members will think it’s romantic and will be happy for us.”
“But you’re worried about that first group, aren’t you?” I asked.
“A little. Some of the groupies can be possessive, and I don’t want them to damage your career. Do you have an agent or anyone you
should talk to about this? I can give you Danny’s information and maybe the two of them could work out a solution. I don’t want to keep you hidden, but I don’t know that I’m ready to share you with everyone yet.”
I snuggled a little closer. “I have an agent. I didn’t even think to tell her about our marriage. It didn’t cross my mind that people would be so interested in my love life. I guess the fact I’m married to someone famous changes things a bit. If you were an everyday, Joe, then they wouldn’t care. I was with Andrew a year, and no one cared.”
“I don’t know how famous you were before this, but be prepared, baby. Your numbers may skyrocket. There are a lot of loyal fans out there, and just being my wife will be enough for them to want to support you too.”
I nodded, not really knowing what to say. It wasn’t like I was hurting for book sales, but reaching new readers was an amazing thing. I wasn’t sure how many romance readers followed Jace’s band though. Maybe I should write a book about being married to a rock star. The idea wasn’t a horrible one, but I was worried the fans might think it was a representation of my life with Jace, and I wasn’t about to spill any secrets. I may use him as a guinea pig for some sex scenes, but no one would know for sure if I’d actually done any of the things I wrote about. Up to this point, I’d never tried any of the things I wrote about, but I was looking forward to exploring a bit with Jace.
“What do you want for dinner?” I asked. “Your kitchen is pretty well stocked if you want me to make something. I’m no gourmet chef, but I won’t poison you either. However, I draw the line at cleaning this monstrosity of a home.”
He kissed me softly. “We have a maid. She comes in every Tuesday and Friday for a few hours to take care of the laundry and basic cleaning. She also does the shopping for me, so whatever it is in the kitchen came from one of her trips to the store. Just leave a note on the fridge for anything you want her to pick up.”
I nibbled at his neck and nipped his ear. “Some of us aren’t quite so famous that we can’t manage a trip to the grocery store without being mobbed. I guess your fans attack everywhere you go, but most people don’t even recognize me. I’m surprised they figured out it was me in those pictures online.”
“What if I ordered something from Takeout Taxi?” he asked. “Unless you want to go out somewhere?”
“I’m fine with eating here. It saves me from dressing up.”
His palm skimmed my bare thigh. I hadn’t changed yet, but I had pulled on a pair of booty shorts when I’d come back inside. His touch was light, and I felt my nipples harden. He hadn’t touched me for two nights, and I was aching for him. Maybe I could convince him to play a little before we ordered food. My stomach could wait.
Feeling bold, I swung a leg over his lap and straddled him.
His tongue stroked his bottom lip, and I watched as his eyes darkened. The bulge pressing against me told me more than had his attention. He wanted me every bit as much as I wanted him. Denying ourselves didn’t make much sense. Jace leaned toward me as I pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor. My fingers traced the ink on his chest and shoulders. I’d have to explore them later, preferably with my tongue.
He reached behind me and popped the clasp on my bikini top. It joined his shirt, and the rest of my clothes shortly followed. Jace unfastened his jeans and shoved them down his hips but didn’t remove them all the way. It made me feel a little naughty, as his hands skimmed down my sides and gripped my hips. His cock was hard and ready, a bit of pre-cum beading on the tip.
“Condom?” I asked.
He growled softly and pulled a foiled packet from his wallet. “I can’t wait for you to get on birth control. I want to feel you like I did our first night together. I may have been drunk, but I wasn’t drunk enough to ever forget that sensation, nor the memories from the morning after.”
I kissed him hungrily before sliding the latex over his hard length. Jace lifted me, and I braced my hands on his shoulders. I thought he was going to ease me down, but instead, he lifted me higher. My knees were on his shoulders, his mouth mere inches from my pussy. A tremor shook me as I gripped the back of the sofa for support.
His tongue flicked out and licked my slit.
“I want you to ride my tongue until you come, then I want you on your knees, begging me to fuck you.” He nipped my thigh, and my blood heated. “Say it, baby. What are you going to do?”
My heart thumped wildly. I wrote about couples talking dirty, but I’d never actually done it before.
“I’m going to come on your tongue,” I stammered. “And then I’m going to beg you to fuck me.”
He moaned and licked me again. “I’ll let you decide where I put my cock, but one way or another, I’m riding you hard until you’re screaming my name.”
Oh, God! His words just made me want him even more. I wanted to come so bad I thought I’d scream if he didn’t fuck me soon. His lips were soft against my pussy, as his tongue licked and tasted. He stroked my clit and I cried out as ripples of pleasure ran through me. My knees shook, and my hips rocked.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured against my heated flesh. “Take what you need.”
My clit throbbed as he sucked on it long and slow. I felt empty, but I knew he’d give me what I wanted if I only asked. I rocked my hips against him, thrusting myself on his lips and tongue, pushing myself toward an orgasm. My pussy clenched as he sucked harder. I was nearly grinding on his face by the time I came, a long keening cry escaping me.
Jace licked me until I nearly collapsed.
“Hands and knees, baby.”
I climbed off him and got onto the floor, hands and knees as he’d commanded. I ached and throbbed, and I knew he was going to ask where I wanted his cock, but the truth was I didn’t know. My pussy ached for him, but the thought of him taking my ass again gave me a bit of a thrill. I was starting to wish he had two cocks, like the aliens in a series I’d recently read.
“Do you want me here?” he asked, plunging into my pussy. “Or here?” he asked, teasing my ass with his fingers.
I groaned in frustration, pushing back against him.
“Or maybe you want both.” He sounded a little gleeful, and I wondered what he was up to.
I heard a drawer open and felt something cool dribble between the cheeks of my ass. Far as I knew, he only had one cock, so I had no idea what he was up to. I waited patiently to find out.
“You just keep lube everywhere?” I asked.
He kissed my shoulder. “I hid stuff all over the house while you were sleeping this morning. I had a special box delivered first thing.”
That sounded...promising.
I heard a whirring sound, but it didn’t prepare me for the vibrator that teased my ass. It was a shock for a moment, and then it was nothing but bliss. Jace rocked into me with smooth, easy strokes, the vibrator slowly easing into me. When both Jace and the toy were inside of me, I felt so incredibly full. I wanted more. No, I needed more!
“Fuck me,” I begged.
“How do you want me to fuck you, baby?”
“Hard. Fast. Deep.”
He chuckled a little and rammed his cock into me hard. “Like that?”
I gasped and nodded, my eyes closed in ecstasy. He seemed to always know just the right way to please me. No one had ever made me feel the way Jace did, so wild and free, and only he could make me come completely undone. He used his cock and the toy to drive me to dizzying heights as he took me with a frenzy that I eagerly met, thrusting back against him with every stroke.
Sweat coated my skin, and I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. I wanted to come so bad. I was on the verge, but just couldn’t quite get there. He took me harder, faster. Jace was completely wild, and I loved every minute of it. He gave a shout behind me as he stilled, balls deep inside of me. He continued to thrust the toy, slow and deep, just the way I liked it. My pussy squeezed his cock; I was so close.
Jace stayed buried inside of me, waiting for me to find my
pleasure, but it remained just out of reach.
“What do you need, baby?”
“Play with my clit,” I begged.
His fingers stroked me in small, tight circles. As he pinched my clit, I came, screaming his name. My body trembled from the force of my release. When he withdrew from me and turned off the toy, I collapsed on the floor, my legs unable to hold me any longer.
“Damn, baby. We’re going to try that again when I pull out some of the other toys. This is the last time I come before you do.”
Words were beyond me at the moment. Jace got up, I assumed to dispose of the condom, and then he came back and stretched out beside me, his jeans pulled back up and fastened. Despite the fact there was possible rug burn on my palms and knees, I snuggled close to him and just basked in the afterglow. I pressed kisses to his chest, neck, and then his lips. I couldn’t remember a time I’d ever been this happy. Dare I hope it would last?
“I think I promised you food,” Jace said. “I have a wonderful idea.”
“You said you were having it delivered. Because I don’t think I can walk.”
He laughed and kissed me. “Yes, I’m having it delivered, but I thought maybe you could stay naked while we eat and then I could ravish you again afterward. We have lots of rooms in this house to christen, and even more furniture.”
“If you plan to fuck me in every room of this huge house, I think we’d both need to take a few weeks off work, and neither of us can afford to do that right now. I have a deadline, and you have another tour coming soon.”
He sighed. “Then I guess we’ll just have to take things one room at a time. I have no problem moving things to the kitchen next. I know just what I want for my dessert.”