Blush (30 page)

It was Lucy's idea and I understand it, as
risky as it is. She's got a statement she wants to make to not only
the Manzinis, but the press and fans as well. We're solid. We
aren't going to cower. We got this.

She knows I'll support any decision, within
reason, and this one falls into that category. Besides, we've got
Giovanni Russo's protection surrounding us. I honestly can't
imagine anyone fucking with that again. He's already “taken out“
some of the threats and has plans for more.

Yeah, that shit's not scary at all.

“JESSE,“ LUCY PRODS.

“Hmm?“ I murmur, my eyes still closed. She
sighs. “What's wrong, babe?“

“I want sex.“

My eyes open and I smirk.

“Yeah?“

“Yeah. But the doctor said no strenuous
activity and when we go at it, it's always strenuous, if you know
what I mean.“

I can hear the laughter in her voice.

“Oh yeah, I know what you mean. But,“ I begin
as my dick starts getting hard, “we just had non-strenuous sex the
day after you broke your hand, remember?“

“Mmm, I remember.“ Her tone is sultry and
sexy and my cock twitches.

“I just want you, like right now.“

“Hmm. Let's see,“ I tell her and roll to my
side, sliding my hand between her legs. I slide my fingers along
her slit and she moans. “Fuck, you're already wet.“

“I told you. I'm horny all the time now,
Jesse. I think it's the hormones.“

“Babe, I hate to tell you but you were horny
all the time before the babies.“

“True, but this is like
gotta-have-it-right-now-make-me-come feelings.“

“I'll see what I can do,“ I tell her with a
chuckle as I crawl down between her thighs. I pull her pussy lips
back and blow. She moans. I smirk again. She's really worked up.
Hell, I wonder if I could get her off just with a few flicks of my
tongue.

I use just the tip of my tongue and run it up
her inner folds. I close my eyes and savor the tangy taste of my
wife's pussy. Never have I ever wanted to feast on a woman's pussy
until I met Lucy. Never. It was something I could take or leave,
but with Lucy it's something I crave.

“Mmm, you taste good, babe.“

“Unh,“ she murmurs and I chuckle.

“Not funny, Jesse. I'm so hot and worked up I
feel like I could explode.“

“I'll take care of you. Just relax.“

Her hands grab the sheets tight. That is not
relaxing. But, maybe if I get her to come, she'll calm down a
bit.

I work her clit with the flat of my tongue,
then draw random patterns with the tip of my tongue. When I go to
slip a finger into her, she's drenched and my cock aches. Literally
aches. It's weeping with precum but I'm not going to take her. Not
yet.

I thrust my finger in a little further and
feel her pussy clamp down like a vise.

“Fuck, Luce.“

“I told you!“

“Alright baby.“ I slip another finger inside
her and curve them up to hit the spot she loves so much, then I
lick her clit without mercy. My fingers rubbing her inside while my
tongue rubs her outside for mere minutes brings Lucy to a
shuddering climax.

“Holy fuck, that's so god damn sexy.“

“Keep doing that with your fingers. Oh God,
yes. Tongue, Jesse,“ she demands and I laugh just before I oblige
her.

My flicking and licking, finger-fucking her
pussy she doesn't move but let's me get her there and shit, she's
hovering on the brink again. When she comes this time, I suck her
clit hard, easing up the pressure as her climax eases off.

“Oh yes, yes, Jesse. That was perfect. Mmm,“
she murmurs under her breath.

I continue to finger her pussy, then ask the
question that's been plaguing me.

“So, Luce.“

Her “hmm?“ is more of a moan than a
question.

“Are you serious about a threesome with
Xander?“

She stiffens a bit. “I considered it at the
time because the thought of that is pretty damn hot, but I don't
think I could do it for a number of reasons.“

“What are they?“ Please don't tell me you
love him. Please don't.

“First off, he's my best friend and I don't
want to ruin that. Yeah, he's hot and he's sexy and he's probably
hot in bed, but his friendship means more to me than finding out if
that's true or not.“

I grunt my agreement as I suck on her inner
thigh.

“Second, I just can't see you being
comfortable sharing me. If I put myself in your shoes, imagining
another woman in bed with us, friend or not, I'd have to kill her.
You're mine, your body is mine, and I want only me to love on it
for the rest of my life. That's how I feel about you with my body,
too,. I want only you,“ she whimpers as I climb up her body and
suck on her nipple.

“Do you have feelings for him?“ I ask.
Glutton for punishment? Yeah, likely.

“Not like that. Not really. I mean, I do love
him, but I'm in love with you. If you were never in my life and I'd
just met Xander on the street, we might have a chance, but with you
in my life, it's only ever you.“

“I'm really liking your answers, Lucy. You're
about to get your reward,“ I tell her before kissing her lips. I
slowly push my cock inside her.

“Jesus. So wet and hot. Your pussy is like
the sweetest place on earth, baby.“

“Mmm,“ she moans and lifts her arms around my
neck.

“No moving.“

She shakes her head.

I slip my tongue inside her mouth, then
retreat, thrusting my hips to the same tempo as my tongue.

I lift my hips, then tilt downward and she
moans out an “Oh Jesse“ that has me nearly losing control.

“Do you like that, baby? My cock sliding
along your clit?“

“Yes, God. It feels so good. Keep doing that,
and, oh, deeper. Yes, just like that.“

I love how vocal she's become, how
comfortable she is while we fuck and make love. It's a huge turn on
and son of a bitch if I don't feel myself getting close to coming.
Where's my control? Shit. She feels so damn good, so good.

“Baby, I'm going to come. I want you to come
with me.“

I sit up and kneel in front of her, slip her
thighs over my forearms and brace my hands on the bed, then let
loose.

I lift and swivel and thrust like a mad man.
I can't stop myself. It's too good and I want my wife to come long
and hard as I'm pumping my cum into her. Fuck.

“Fuuuuck, Lucy,“ I moan when I feel her pussy
clamping around my cock.

“Jesse,“ she whisper screams and I want to
laugh but I can only moan. “Faster. Yes! I'm going to come,
baby.“

It's her endearment that snaps my control. I
thrust hard, so hard I know she's going to have a headache
afterward and I hate that I've lost it like this, but it feels so
incredible and when her pussy convulses and she blows out a breathy
sigh and moans, her pussy getting hotter around my cock, I thrust
hard and deep and let go. I come so hard, spurt after spurt pouring
out of my cock into her spasming pussy. I come and come and come
and I lean in and ravage her mouth when she starts coming
again.

I love when my wife has multiples. Jesus. Her
pussy continues to milk my cock and I swear on all that is holy
that I have never come so long in my entire life. I'm light-headed
and my legs are shaking when Lucy's body relaxes. I fall down on
her, a bit to the side so I don't squish the mini-us's in there, my
cock still buried inside her, enjoying the occasional aftershocks
that flow through her body to mine and mine to hers.

When I hear her snuffle-snores, I look up at
her with a grin. My woman is sated. Nothing pleases me more than
knowing I can give her that. I lift myself from the bed and pad to
the bathroom, washing up. I wet a washcloth and make my way to
clean up Lucy.

I look down at her gorgeous body, that
beautiful face, I have to admit I'm glad she doesn't want the
threesome with Xander. I'd have done it with her and for her and it
might have bothered me, but I think her happiness would have
outweighed that. But the truth is, she's mine. Every inch of her is
mine and I don't want anyone else touching her like that ever
again.

I slip into bed beside her and she
immediately curls into me, murmuring my name in her sleep.

Mine
.

“I got ninety-nine
problems, but a bitch ain’t one.“

—JAY-Z

I STRETCH AWAKE languidly, my body relaxed, a soft
ache between my thighs reminding me of the amazing sex I had in the
middle of the night with the sexiness that is my husband, Jesse
Kingston. I reach over for him and he's not there. I pout. I wanted
some good morning snuggles. I look around the hotel room and
sigh.

I'm truly lucky. I know it and I try very
hard not to take it for granted. I don't know what's happened in
the last six months to give me such a charmed life, and it is
charmed, but I'm not going to question it—well, not too much
anyway. I'm happy. Finally happy and content—then I remember. I'm
not completely happy. Not with my sister or my parents. I
understand my grandpa keeping things from me. I mean, he's a mob
boss for fuck's sake. He doesn't answer to anyone but himself. I
can also understand Damian's secrets. He has reasons, being the one
who protects and kills people for my grandpa. If I'd known who he
was and what he did, likely I'd have made his life a bit of hell.
Okay, a lot of hell. I really hate when my grandpa interferes. Then
again, knowing what I know now, I may have been cooperative.

I sigh again. Oh who am I kidding? I wouldn't
have been cooperative. When have I ever been cooperative when mafia
bullshit interfered in my life unless I saw the threat directly…
like now.

I wish Cage had been honest with me. That
betrayal stings more than I'd like to admit, but I know Cage. He
doesn't apologize for his actions to anyone. Like my grandpa,
Cage's position, though one-step lower than gampy's, requires him
to accept no questions from anyone. You question him, you may as
well take a knife and cut out your own tongue. This is why I'm
surprised because so many times I've been disrespectful to Cage. I
mean I stole his employees.

I pause. Oh man. I wonder about Celeste,
Spenser, Carmen, and Simone now. Oh boy. I'll have to ask how
they're doing. I'm sure going a little stir crazy. They were sent
back to Los Angeles and are now under strict instructions to stay
at Casa Falling Down and not to leave without security.

Six days. It's been since the attack. Yep,
that's what I've started calling it. The attack. Attack of the
razor-edged ice ball.

I lay back on the pillows and close my eyes
trying to recall the night of the concert.

I can see myself and Mike clear as day as we walk
across the lot to the back entrance. I see the fans behind the
barricades, security workers, flashes going off. I'd waved and gave
a small smile as I do when there's a crowd. It's rude not to
acknowledge them, even if some of them were chanting “Whore
Kingston“.

I see the door opening and then something stops me.
What was it? What, what, what. I breathe deeply as I do when I'm
meditating, hoping the calm will trigger something. Anything.

Mike opens the door and holds it for me. I turn and
give a wave and a small smile, surprised at the number of fans out
here. I take a sip of my ginger ale and just as we're about to head
in, someone calls my name. No, not my name. Luciana Antonia Russo.
Not Kingston—Russo. The shock of that had me turning to see who
said it? Was it someone I knew? I mean, that's pretty familiar
calling me that. Did they not know I was married? Or did they just
prefer Russo instead of Kingston?

Brow furrowed I searched, turning my body, taking a
step out the door, Mike at my side. He asks what's going on but I
don't answer because before I know it, something hits me hard. Pain
engulfs my head and my glass of soda falls to the ground. I
remember hearing it shatter. I remember feeling sharp pain shoot up
my broken hand as I fell on it, then shards of glass embedding into
my uninjured hand as I shifted my weight before falling onto my
side.