Rockstar 04 Interlude(31)

He moves in and out of me, filling me so full of love, of him.

"You feel so fucking incredible, Luce. Always so ready and wet," he breathes into my ear.

I moan when he reaches down and tilts my hips.

"There you go, baby. Feel that?" he asks.

I know he means more than just his cock inside me. He means us.

"I always feel it," I whisper as a tear slides down my cheek.

We move together. His hips pushing forward as I lift mine. His tongue  sliding against mine tenderly. His heartbeat matching mine. Everything  about this moment is us.

"Jesse."

He groans and begins to quicken the pace, sweat glistening on our skin as we make love.

"Come for me, Luce," he tells me when I feel the tingling beginning. I  don't fight it, I just let go, giving him all of me, trusting him with  all of me. I whisper his name as waves of pleasure engulf me.

"I've got you, Lucy. You're so fucking beautiful when you come," Jesse groans. "You squeeze my cock so tight."

Jesse rolls us so I'm on top and I lean over him, licking his tattoos,  tracing them with my tongue, as I raise and lower onto him.

I kiss down his chest to his nipples and lick around the rings then suck  on them, wringing another groan of pleasure from him. When I look up at  him through my eyelashes, he's watching me, his eyes dark with desire.

I take the nipple ring between my teeth and gently tug. Jesse hisses out a breath and his eyes roll back slightly.

"I fucking love when you do that," he tells me. I already know that.  It's why I do it. I love bringing my husband as much pleasure as  possible, so I tug again with my teeth, and tug the other with my  fingers.

"Christ, Lucy, I'm going to come if you keep that up."

I wink. I have no problem with that. He laughs.

"Vixen. That's what you are," he teases and when I pull those silver  rings again, I pull a little harder and his back arches off the bed.  With a curse and a groan he starts to come. He holds my hips in place,  as he pulses into me with every hard push of his hips.

Then he flips me onto my stomach and I don't even hesitate. There is no  mistaking the hate that Ian gave me, for the all-encompassing love that  Jesse brings to me every single second of every single day.

He pulls my hips up and slams into me. I push back against him, hard and fast, wanting more, needing everything.

"Jesse … "

"Luce?"

"Fuck me hard."

His hands tighten on my hips. "Fuck, Lucy. You're so sexy when you talk dirty."

"Want to hear about how my pussy needs to feel your cock so deep inside  of me I can't breathe without feeling you?" I ask and he grunts, his  hips pumping harder.

"Yeah, that. Jesus."

He reaches down, his hand sliding over my belly before reaching between my legs and over my clit.

I moan and grind against his hand.

"Such a greedy pussy, baby. I fucking love that about you."

It's a good thing he does because I'm already feeling the pleasure building.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Lucy. Your pussy takes all of me so perfectly, so snug and hot."

"Now you're going to make me come if you keep talking like that," I pant, sweat dripping from my brow.

"Come on, baby, push back and fuck me harder," he tells me, his fingers circling my clit.

"Oh yes, just like that," I moan.

"Hell yeah, just like that."

We fuck hard and fast, bringing each other to the brink, neither of us wanting to give in before the other.

"God damn it, Lucy, give it to me. All of it. Everything. I'll catch you," he growls.

"Jesse," I cry out and start to come, the pleasure stealing my breath.

Jesse groans, "Fuuuck," and starts coming with me.

With each thrust he grunts and I moan, each of us wringing every last  ounce of pleasure from the other before we collapse on our sides, his  cock still inside me.

We lay side-by-side, trying to catch our breath, and I realize my  husband gets me like no one else. He knew I needed him to take me this  way to erase that negative image from my mind.

He brushes my hair off my neck and kisses me.

"I'll always catch you, Lucy."

I turn to meet his gaze. "I know you will. I really, really know," I reassure him.

His eyes glisten with unshed tears and he buries his face in my neck. I  look down to where his hands are wrapped around our babies and try so  hard to hold back my tears when I feel his fall. I fail miserably. This  man. He's my everything. Him grieving over what happened to me isn't  something I wanted but I realize now it's something he, too, needed. He  hugs me tight and I lift a hand to stroke his hair.         

     



 

"Love isn't enough to tell you how I feel about you," I whisper.

He nods against my neck.

"Thank you."

"You never have to thank me, baby. Anything you need. Always," he tells me.

Just then I feel a flutter in my belly and I gasp.

"What is it?" Jesse asks, worry evident in his voice.

My breath hitches as my chest aches even more in this moment. The lives we created have made their presence known.

"The babies moved."

"Really?" Jesse asks, sitting up.

I nod. "It's just a flutter like the doctor said it would be. I wish you could feel it."

"What does it feel like?"

"Like …  a fluttering of butterfly wings inside."

"That's fucking awesome," he tells me, his smile so wide and so genuine I can't help but match it.

"God, I fucking love you, Cupcake."

"I love you too, babe. So very much."

He kisses me softly and when he pulls back I meet his gaze.

"You do realize you're going to have to cut back on the ‘F' word when the babies are here," I mention, tongue in cheek.

He blows out a breath. "Fuck, I know."

I lift a brow.

"Damn it."

I snicker and he smiles that half smile that had me falling in love with him when I was twelve.

This man. He awes and inspires me.

"I love them already," he tells me.

"Me too," I reply.

Jesse shakes his head and gets out of bed, pulling his boxers on. He returns with a wet rag and cleans between my thighs.

"How did I get so lucky?" I ask aloud.

He shakes his head again. "I'm the lucky one."

"It's all about chance meetings."

Jesse looks at me. "It's all about being willing to roll the dice and  see what comes up on the other end. With you, it was never a gamble. I  just had to get you to see what I already knew."

"What's that?"

"Me and you? It was always more than chance. It was meant to be."

"Fate," I whisper.

"More like your Nana Russo's mojo," Jesse says with a snort.

"You better be thankful she likes you," I tell him, pulling my pajamas back on.

"Why's that?" Jesse asks.

"Because at the wedding she told me to be grateful there are only three."

Jesse pales and I laugh.

"That's just fucking mean. Your Nana Russo is scary." Jesse shudders.

"She is, but she loves you."

"Thank fuck."

I raise a brow.

He curses. "Damn it!" and I snicker.





Chapter Twenty-Three





Lucy





"Xander Mackenzie, pick your dirty socks up off the floor, damn it," I  curse. Ugh, I swear, these men are just boys in grown up bodies.

"Luce my goose," Xander murmurs, trying to placate me.

I point at him. "Don't even try being cute. It's not working. We've got  new people coming on board today and I refuse to let them see what pigs  you are."

"Hey!" Kennedy replies, sounding offended.

"Hey what?" I ask, cocking a hip, the effect ruined by my maternity top and baby belly.

"I'm not a pig," Kennedy tells me.

Sera snorts.

"Exactly! With Xander, it's his socks. With Ben, it's his boxers-and  might I add-Gah!" This gets a snicker from Meggie. "With you it's your  guitar picks."

He opens his mouth to retort but stops when I lift my fisted hand, turn  it over, and open it palm up, revealing at least ten of said picks.

Kennedy at least looks sheepish when he murmurs, "Guilty as charged. Sorry, Luce."

I lean down and kiss his cheek. "Just keep trying."

"Why does everyone have to come on this bus?" Xander asks.

I lift a brow. "Are you whining?"

He shrugs.

"I can go on another bus with everyone else but that would mean my  having to move all of my things and with the triplets, that's not going  to be so easy," I tell him with a look.

"I don't want you to move, but man. There's already a lot of people on here."

"There are. But not everyone coming today is going to stay on this bus.  They'll find where they're comfortable but I really would like to keep  Nicole close." I worry about her. I hope she's okay with the  arrangement. It's not like she had much of a choice, but seeing as she's  seventeen, if she's unhappy, she won't have to endure this for long.  Plus, this will give her a healthy nest egg for when she is on her own.

I frown. She hasn't even gotten here yet and it makes me sad to think of her leaving.

"Xan, was it you who put that sad look on my wife's face? If you did,  I'm going to have to hurt you," Jesse says, coming up behind me and  hugging me close.