“What happened to Tommy?” Angel asked. “Did he go out by the pool?”
“No. He went back up to bed.”
“Bed? It’s noon. Doesn’t he feel well?” Tommy still went for follow up MRIs, and the doctors always assured everyone that he was in perfect health, but Angel would never stop worrying. Any signs of a headache made Angel’s heart race with anxiety. “Maybe we should go check on him.”
Jessi nodded and called for Sofia, their nanny.
“Sovee!” Lucas waved an excited greeting to his nanny when she appeared in the doorway, even though he had just seen her before breakfast.
“Can you watch the kids while we check on Tommy, please?” Jessi asked.
“Of course, Mrs. Blade.”
Jessi recognized the concern that projected from Angel’s worrisome eyes. She had the same constant thoughts in the back of her mind about Tommy’s health, even though they never spoke of it. Tommy had the best doctors in the country at his fingertips, who all agreed that it was a needless worry, but she would never shake the trauma of almost losing him.
When they reached the foyer at the top of the stairs, the sound of Tommy’s guitar trickled from down the hall. Metallica’s Enter Sandman grew louder as they reached the bedroom.
Tommy didn’t look up when they entered the room. He sat on the edge of the overstuffed chair in the corner with his Les Paul in his lap, absorbed in the sounds from his guitar. His hair, now longer than ever, cascaded over his shoulders like a curtain of blond satin. When Jessi and Angel were within a few feet of him, he finally looked up. His smile was a pristine slash of white, and his eyes were two twinkling sapphires.
“I was waiting for you two. I thought you’d get here sooner.”
Jessi had convinced herself that he wasn’t feeling well when he returned to the bedroom, but now she realized he had an ulterior motive. “I thought you were sick. Next time wink or something so I don’t waste time with less important tasks, like the breakfast dishes.”
Angel honed in on Tommy like a tiger ready for the kill. He removed the Les Paul from Tommy’s lap and placed it on its stand before he straddled Tommy. He pushed his fingers through the long strands of Tommy’s hair and pulled it back so his face was fully visible.
The day-old razor stubble on Tommy’s cheeks reminded Jessi of their honeymoon in Fiji, when Tommy went Nature Boy and decided to skip shaving for fourteen days. She reminisced about their time together on the panoramic beach in the middle of the South Pacific, which was spent mostly naked, and it made her body tingle.
Angel and Tommy were already engaged in a heavy kiss, with their tongues clearly visible. She always wondered if that was for her benefit, because it left her hormones in a whirlwind, or if it was a result of their passion. She knelt beside the chair and stroked the rough stubble on Tommy’s cheek. She pressed her lips to his neck and inhaled his masculine scent. Hands were in her hair, but she was unsure if they were Tommy’s or Angel’s.
Tommy’s lips covered hers, and his tongue invaded her mouth with vibrant twists and turns. “I might need a spanking,” he whispered against her neck. “After all, it wasn’t very nice of me to disappear and not help you with the dishes.”
Jessi’s heart raced. She loved to strike Tommy’s bottom. She didn’t always enjoy the game, but once she realized that she and Angel weren’t really hurting him, it was fun.
They moved to the bed, where Tommy promptly removed his clothing and lay face down. His buttocks were fairer than the rest of his body, and softer, and there was a faint tan line from his hours by the pool. She ran her hand over one side, while Angel ran his fingers over the other. In the middle, his butt crack smiled back at them.
“Should we tie him up?” Jessi asked.
Angel shook his head. “It’s not necessary. Besides, if he tries to run away, it’ll give us another reason to reprimand him.”
Tommy’s head popped up, and he looked over his shoulder at Angel, but Angel pushed Tommy’s face back into the pillow.
Jessi leisurely traced a pattern along Tommy’s lower back with her fingernail. It left a soft pink line like the drawings on her Tablet. She brushed his hair to the side so she had a larger canvas. The silky strands of Tommy’s long tresses fell to the bed in a beautiful contrast of gold against the black linens. She started at his left shoulder blade and dimpled his skin with her fingernail. She free-styled a long zig-zag pattern across his broad shoulders.
Goosebumps rose on his back and upper arms.
She traced a line down his spine and let her finger fall between his cheeks until she reached his puckered, pink hole. Her fingernail circled it, and then scratched at his balls.