Blush (17 page)

“Just in case. Xander.“

One side of my mouth kicks up in a grin.
“Good idea.“

I position the head of my dick at her
opening, sliding it up and down her wet slit, circling her clit.
“So wet for me. I love how wet you get for me.“

I hold her gaze as I slowly slip inside her,
just the tip, then pause.

“Jesse,“ she breathes. That sound. That sound
right there. It's heaven. It's like choir angels singing. It's what
makes me whole, hearing how much she loves, wants, and needs me.
How she loves when we come together as one.

I push forward slowly, then pull back,
working myself deeper, slowly, so fucking slowly. “Hold still,
Luce,“ I whisper as she wiggles her hips.

“I need you all the way inside me, Jesse.
Deep. Until you can't get any further inside of me.“ I hesitate. I
don't want to hurt her. “Please.“

“Rest your cast on your chest. Yeah, like
that.“

I lift her legs over my shoulders, my cock
only about a third of the way inside her.

“We need to be quiet back here with Misty
being new and you can't move. Let me do it all. Trust me to love
you right?“

She nods.

“Ready?“

She nods again and I slam my lips down onto
hers as I thrust deep into her. God, nothing feels better. Nothing
has ever felt this good. Heat and velvet and love. I pull back and
slam forward again, then again, and one more time then hold.

“Can you feel me, Lucy?“

“I feel you.“

“There is no more two. Just one.“ I pull
nearly all the way out and slowly slide into her wet walls. “You
feel so fucking amazing. It keeps getting better.“

I thrust hard, then soft, then hard, then I
let her legs slide down my shoulders to my arms and onto the bed. I
position my forearms alongside her head and gaze into her eyes as I
slowly thrust and roll my hips, circling when I get deep inside to
rub against her clit.

“God, Jesse,“ she breathes. “You… I can't…“
she shakes her head, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes. I
nod, knowing exactly what she's feeling.

I cup her face in my hands, sipping the tears
between my lips, then looking at my wife.

“Everything I am, Lucy.
Everything
is
yours. There will never be anyone for me but you. Only you.“

“Only you, Jesse. Forever.“

“Forever,“ I agree. I feel her pussy start
clenching my cock harder and I know she's getting close. “Come for
me, Lucy. Give me everything.“

She nods. “I want all of you.“

“You have it.“

“Come with me, Jesse.“

I thrust harder and faster, my cock sliding
along her clit on the down stroke and it doesn't take long before
she's panting out her release, trying hard not to cry out. I kiss
her deeply, my tongue mimicking our bodies, and two thrusts later
I'm coming hard, so fucking hard it steals my breath, inside my
wife.

“Wife,“ I whisper.

“Husband,“ she whispers back.

I bury my nose in her neck trying not to let
the tears spill that are clouding my vision. I never knew love
could be this powerful, that it went all the way down to your soul.
I lift my head and meet her gaze as I let twin tears slide down my
cheeks.

“We've got this, Luce. You with me?“

She nods. “Yes. I'm with you.“ She wraps her
arms around me and squeezes me tight, so god damn tight, but it's
not tight enough. If I could crawl inside her to be a part of her,
it would complete me physically as our love does emotionally.

“I will love you until my dying breath, Lucy.
Trust in me. Trust in our love. I'll work harder.“

“I know you will. I do trust you. It will
take you some time to adjust. You've been doing the same thing for
how many years?“ She shakes her head. “I realized last night it was
unfair of me to expect you to be able to change past behaviors, but
please…“ she pauses, “
please
don't let them touch you like
that again.“

“I promise.“

She nods then a sexy, mischievous smile
forms.

“What is it?“

“You fuck me so unbelievably well that, I kid
you not, I feel tingles of my orgasm all the way down to my
toes.“

“Of course you do.“

She slaps at me.

I chuckle. “What I mean to say is, I think
when you find your other half, when you make love, it fills your
entire being. That's how it feels for me.“

“Yes! Exactly!“

“Are y'all fuckin' in there?“ Xander asks,
sounding country.

“Maybe,“ Jesse answers with a smirk.

“Will it be time for Lucy's meds again
soon?“

I look at the clock. “In an hour. Why?“

“Then you've got an hour. I like stoned
Lucy.“

Lucy smiles softly. “I'll be there, Xan my
man.“

“Come hard, Luce my goose.“

“Xander,“ she chides.

“Too far?“ he asks with a smile in his
voice.

“Just a little bit.“

“Still.“ He pauses. “Come hard and come
often, oh married ones.“ His voice trails off.

I move my hips, getting hard again, and Lucy
bites back a moan.

“I'm so happy my husband has amazing
stamina.“ She grins and throws her arms around my neck.

“I'm so happy my wife doesn't complain about
my stamina and she can keep up.“

“Kiss me,“ she orders, so I do.

IT'S JUST OVER an hour later when we rejoin everyone
in the lounge area. I'm really glad I went ahead and got these two
extra buses. There aren't many bunks but there's plenty of sofa and
chair space, space for cooking which I note Misty to be doing
already, and even a large amount of free space in the middle of the
sofas if we remove the table there.

But we needn't worry about that at all right
now. Not with Xander and the girls table dancing. Lucy breaks free
of my hold, more than a little high from her pain meds, and runs to
Xander. She squeals when he changes the music the minute she enters
the room.

Christ.
The Way You Make Me Feel
by
Michael Jackson is now blaring over the sound system of the bus.
The girls are having fun, Xander starts singing to Lucy.

“Hey pretty baby with the high heels on…“

“Fucking hell,“ Cage mutters under his breath
and Sera smacks his ass. He grins and sends her a wink. “You almost
can't be annoyed when you see that.“

I nod knowing exactly what he means. Watching
Lucy, Xander, Meggie, Sera, Celeste, and even Misty dancing around
singing… and there goes Jace. I shake my head and reach into the
refrigerator for a beer.

Misty eyes me warily. I wonder what her story
is, how much bullshit and torment she's had to go through living
with her sister. Hell, five years is a long time to have to fend
off a pervy brother-in-law. I wonder if she'd always been
successful. The thought burns me deep inside. No one deserves that.
No one. Especially not someone as sweet as Misty seems to be.

Hell. More Michael Jackson plays as the song
switches over to
Bad
. I can't help but laugh as I watch my
wife's antics with Xander. Those two are something else. She's
singing the song at him, challenging him, and he's playing the role
well.

I look over at Trace who's holding up his
phone recording the whole thing. I smirk and he shrugs.

“It'll be good for the BFD blog.“

“There's a fucking BFD blog?“

“Where've you been, dude?“ Ethan asks.

“In his wife's pants,“ Kennedy answers.

“Fuck yeah,“ Ben fist bumps me and I resist
the urge to roll my eyes.

“Can you blame me? Look at what's in those
pants. Check out that ass. Jesus,“ I mutter and adjust myself.
You'd think it'd been weeks instead of minutes since I've come
inside my wife. The things that woman does to my body. God
damn.

“Seriously, dude?“ Kennedy asks.

I shrug. “I think one day I'm going to die
fucking her but I'll die a seriously happy motherfucker.“

Kennedy nods.

Sera squeals when the first strains of
Hurts So Good
by John Cougar or is it John Mellencamp? Or is
it John Cougar Mellencamp? Oh, who the fuck knows anymore. I swear
some of the dudes from the eighties changed their names more than
they changed their underwear.

“Wow,“ Ben murmurs and shakes his head as he
tips his beer back for a swig. “Eighties dancing. The short leg
kicks and everything.“

“The arm swings,“ Ethan adds, watching in
amusement.

“Just ‘cause you fuckers don't have the
moves,“ Xander taunts rolling his hips, “don't hate.“

I let out a snort and kick back in the
recliner to watch the show.

“Whatever Misty's got going on in that oven
smells like fucking heaven.“

“Killer enchiladas,“ Ethan murmurs in
appreciation.

“Where the hell did she get stuff for
enchiladas?“ I ask.

“Brought it with her from her house.“ Ethan
grins.

I nod. “I like her already.“

“Hell yeah,“ Jace agrees.

The music stops as Kennedy ridicules
Xander.

“Dude, why are you hating?“ Xander asks
him.

“I'm not hating.“

“Just because you don't know any of our
tunes…“ Xander trails off.

“That's just sad,“ Lucy taunts.

“Oh hell,“ I murmur.

Ethan nods and Cage smirks. Damian crosses
his arms. We all settle back to watch the master at work.

“Shut the fuck up, X. I know that shit,“
Kennedy bites out.

“Yeah?“ Xander challenges.

“What d'ya got? Bring it.“

“Alright, alright. Help me pick one out
Luce,“ Xander invites.

“No, no,“ she answers. “Let's let Kennedy
pick his own.“

Xander nods. “Alright. That's cool.“

Kennedy starts strumming his ever-present
guitar, contemplating what to play. I can see him thinking and I
know when he figures out what it's going to be. It's taken a hell
of a lot of years to be able to see any chink in that man's armor,
any twitches or tells, but I know a few.

I take a drink of my beer, noting Misty is
watching with wide eyes.

Kennedy nods. “This is for you, X.“

Xander grins.

At first I don't recognize the song with just
the chords, but Trace must because he starts tapping out a rhythm
on the table with his sticks.

“Kick ass, dude,“ Jace exclaims.

“Dude,“ Xander bows as he recognizes
Dirty
White Boy
by Foreigner. “Truer words were never spoken.“

“Seriously,“ Meggie adds with a grin.

I sit back and wait, I know it won't take him
long. He'll need the vocals. He always does and when no one else
offers them up, Kennedy starts singing.

Hey, baby, if you're feelin' down
I know what's good for you all day
Are you worried what your friends see
Will it ruin your reputation lovin' me

Xander jumps in with a swivel of his
hips.

‘
Cause I'm a dirty white boy
Yeah a dirty white boy
A dirty white boy

Xander twirls Lucy under his arm then brings
her back. The movements are slow and I nod my approval. She doesn't
need to hurt herself. Those meds make her dizzy as fuck. Last thing
she needs is to trip and land on that hand.

I can't help but feel responsible even though
she assures me it's not my fault. I'm going to make sure nothing
like that happens to Lucy again. Ever. Those chicks need to back
off because I am married, happily, and that's never going to
change. Maybe I'll talk to Celeste about putting something on the
BFD blog.

I snort when Xander grabs his sticks and
starts drumming out the beat for Billy Squier's
The
Stroke
.

“For real, Xan my man. These are so totally
your songs,“ Lucy laughs.

He nods. “Right? Lovin' it.“

“I've got one,“ Lucy announces then her face
falls when she realizes she can't play her guitar. “This
blows.“

“I gotcha, sissypants,“ Sera tells her.
“Whatcha want?“

Lucy leans in and whispers something to Sera
that has her throwing her head back and laughing.

“Yeah, that fits too,“ Sera agrees.

“Might be easier tapping out a beat?“ Lucy
asks.

“Let's try this. Megs,“ Sera whispers in her
ear and Meggie grins.

“Oh yeah.“

“Way cool,“ Lucy all but vibrates with
excitement.

Sera snatches Xander's drumsticks and Meggie
strums the guitar. None of us recognize it and we all must look
confused because it's not long before Lucy starts humming the
melody and then sings modified lyrics to Prince's
Darling
Nikki
.

I knew a guy named Xander
I guess you could say he was a sex fiend
Met him in a hotel lobby
Masturbating with a magazine
He said how'd you like to waste some time
And I could not resist when I saw little Xander grind

“Ha!“ Xander shouts. “I am loving this!“

Cage shakes his head and Damian is smirking.
The rest of us are tapping out a rhythm and if they're anything
like me, they're singing the lyrics in their head.