Rockstar 04 Interlude(29)

I nod, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Jesus Christ, my mom is going to have a fit. Oh God. She's going to go  on and on about how we don't have a prenuptial agreement and how it was  irresponsible of us to get married without family there."

And there it is. Damn. As much as I don't want to, I'm going to give her an out if she wants it.

"Well, if you wanted to, I suppose we could get the marriage annulled."

She gasps. "What?"

"I'm just saying, it's an option."

"From the looks of this room with my bra hanging from the lampshade and  my panties on top of the TV, I'm pretty sure we had sex, which means  annulment is out of the question."

"If you wanted an annulment, we could pretend that didn't happen."

"Is that what you want?"

Fuck no. Hell no.

"Truthfully? No. I wouldn't have gotten married this quickly but really what do rings and a piece of paper change between us?"

"I don't want to annul the marriage, Jesse."

Thank Christ.

"I wouldn't have wanted to get married this soon but if you'd asked me  to marry you, I'd have said yes. We could have been engaged for six  months or a year. In that time we'd have gone on tour and got married  after that."

"Since when do we do anything normal, Luce?" I ask her with a chuckle.

"Valid point. I need ibuprofen and water. Then a pot of coffee. No prenup. You better not screw up, Mr. Rockstar."

"You either, Blush Baby."

"Ugh. That nickname needs to go away."

I grunt. "Not going to happen."

"Who came up with that, anyway?"

"Your Vegas crowd and I guarantee that's going to catch on quick."

"Gah. The room looks like a tornado hit it."

I grin and wiggle my eyebrows. "Not a tornado, just us. Wild drunk crazy monkey sex."

"Monkey!" she sings and I laugh. "I kinda figured with my bra on one  side of the room, my panties ripped on the floor, and my jeans on the  other side of the room, that it was a wild one. I do remember part of  that." She gasps. "And I do remember you calling me ‘wife'."

I nod. "I love you, Lucy, more than I ever thought I could love anyone.  Each time I think I couldn't love you any more than I do at that moment,  my heart goes and proves me wrong, you go and prove me wrong. I'm not  sure how we'll handle this with the press or your mom, but I can't say I  regret it."

"You say that now. Wait until I'm old and gray with saggy boobs and arthritis."

"You'll still be beautiful to me."

She throws herself at me and hugs me tight, so damn tight. "God, you're so amazing, Jesse. I love you so, so much-husband."

I chuckle. "I love you too, wife."

"It's kinda weird."

"We'll adjust."

"We will. If I can adjust to living in the same house with Xander who is constantly panty-checking me, I can adjust to this."

"I'll be honest. I kinda like that you're wearing my ring and you've got my last name. Luciana Kingston."

"Mrs. Jesse Kingston. Do you know how many times I wrote that on my notebooks in high school?" she laughs.

I make a face. "That's not weird at all."

"What? Maybe my writing it sealed our fate. I did make a list of wishes one day."

"What did you wish for?"

"I wished I'd meet you and we'd have a special connection."

"Came true."

"I wished we'd make music together, write songs, and sing together."

"Came true."

"Wow. Yeah. I wished you'd kiss me and, uh, we'd have crazy insane sex."

"Came true, but wild drunk crazy monkey sex."

She nods. "Maybe my list was magic."

"Maybe you've got Nana Russo's mojo."

"That's not supposed to work for personal gain."

I shrug. "Whatever it is, it brought us together. Fate, the universe, Nana Russo's mojo."

"It's been a bumpy ride already. Hopefully the road smoothes out soon."         

     



 

"Don't hold your breath, Cupcake. We've got a four-month tour coming up  in two weeks-groupies, media, gossip-and to top that off, we've got your  mom."

She sighs. "Again, why can't you bullshit me just once?"

"Because if I've got to go through all this with my eyes wide open, I'm dragging you right along with me."

"Awww. If that isn't true love, I don't know what is."

I snort. "You grab the ibuprofen and water and I'll order us some coffee and breakfast."

"Bacon, please. And a Coke. Coke is the cure-all for hangovers."

"Who fed you that line?"

She shrugs. "I don't remember."

"There is no cure-all for a hangover. See, if I were to feed you a line  of bullshit, I could say wild monkey newlywed sex is the cure-all for a  hangover."

"But you don't feed me lines of bullshit, you just drag me through whatever hell we've got to face."

I throw an arm around her shoulders and squeeze her close to me. "At least we're facing it together, right?"

She nods and then she gets a mischievous look on her face. Oh shit.

"That's true. That means I don't have to face my mom alone."

Fuck me. I groan.

"Isn't being married fun?"





Chapter Twenty-one





Lucy





"I don't care, Luciana. You spend all of your time working and you want  to spend extra time away from me talking to your mother? Do you not want  to be with me anymore? Is that what's going on here?" Ian asks,  manipulation evident in his words but it sparks the guilt in me and I  cave.

"No! That's not it at all. She just was telling me about-"

"Luciana," he says calmly, too calmly.

I press my lips together.

"I don't give a fuck about what your mother had to tell you. I don't  give a fuck that filming ran over. What I do give a fuck about is how we  spend our time together. Since we don't have quantity," he sneers, "we  better go for quality, don't you think?"

I nod, a bit afraid of the crazed look in his eyes.

He nods back. "Good." He wraps his hand around the back of my neck and  squeezes hard-too hard-then pulls me to his mouth where he forces his  tongue inside mine. There is nothing nice about this kiss. It's meant to  punish and I know tonight is going to be ugly.

Ian pulls back and looks at me. "Did you enjoy fucking him today?"

"Ian, it's acting and it's all fake," I say, trying to placate him.

He smirks and it's sinister. "I saw you. I watched you when he touched  you, sucked on your tits, and rubbed his cock against your pussy."

"Ian."

"Shut. Up," he demands quietly. "I saw you, Luciana. I watched as you  faked enjoying his mouth on you, his body on top of yours, and I also  watched you come while he fucked you."

"I didn't-"

He punches me in the stomach and my body folds in half, pain washing over me as I struggle for breath.

"I fucking saw you, Luciana. You fucking came with him. There's no faking that."

I want to scream that I was just acting. I was in character! I wasn't  Luciana, I was Libby. I gave everything to the role as I always do. It  wasn't on purpose that my body reacted to Harm. Harm was David in that  moment, an attractive man and I admit it, I, as Libby, enjoyed the feel  of his body on top of mine, his hard body rubbing against my soft one.  And I surprised us both when I came for real and then, when he came, we  both were lost. That's never happened on a set before and anyone  watching wouldn't have known we both orgasmed, but Ian would. And he  did. Now I would pay the price.

"I think you need a reminder of who your body belongs to." He rips my  clothes off and pushes me backwards to the bed and throws me down. He  doesn't wait, he thrusts his fingers into me and I'm dry, completely  unaroused and this enrages him more. He pumps his fingers harder and  faster while I fight back the whimpers that are strangling me.

"No?" he asks.

I don't respond.

He grabs my upper arms, his fingers biting into my flesh, then he gives  me a hard shake. "You don't want me? Is that what your body is telling  me, Luciana?" He shakes me hard again then pushes me down on the bed  again-hard.

I shake my head in denial, but I know better than to respond, so I stay  quiet. I continue remaining silent as I watch him take off his clothes  then fist his already hard cock.

Please, please, please I silently beg. I'm not sure who I'm begging but I  know he's going to hurt me much worse this time, so much worse.

Tears form and I blink rapidly to stop them from falling. It'll only please him.         

     



 

He crawls up over my body and pushes my legs apart with his knees. He's  stroking his cock and I know he's lost touch with reality when I see a  bead of precum form at the tip.

He leans over me and positions himself at my opening.

"Put it in," he tells me, panting.

I don't move right away and he punches my ribs. I cry out, unable to hold back any longer, and the tears begin to fall.

"Aww, poor little Luciana. Did I hurt you? Are you going to cry like the spoiled little bitch that you are?" he grins, evilly.