Page 16 of Still Her
“What are you talking about?” Matt asks, whipping his head in my direction. Clearly he’s alerted by this like I was. I fill him in on that part of the story too, and when I’m done, he runs his hands through his hair.
I rub at the back of my neck. “I don’t know. He’s opened so many damn doors for us, and now this Superbowl thing, it’s amazing. And I know it’s not only my decision to make, but would canning him over this be overreacting?” I plead with Matt to be the voice of reason.
“He has done a lot, and who knows what else he can do?” Matt shrugs “A look and a comment seem like a miniscule reason to throw that away over. Plus, we can’t break our contract with him because he eyeballed your wife. But it’s a lot of red flags going up, man. I don’t think you’re overreacting by keeping the gloves up,” he makes sure to give me a reassuring look. “You said he made some heartfelt apology last night?”
“Yeah, and Mayzie believes him. She says it’s all good now.”
“Are you sure she’s not kidding herself because the sailing is so smooth right now, and she’s afraid to rock the boat? You know that’s her M.O.,” he says, holding his hand out.
“Yeah,” I agree, running my hand through my hair and taking a drink of my coffee. “Whenever it comes to her and the band, she makes sure the band comes first.” Mayzie is terrified of the idea of me not having Turn it Up in my life. It’s the one continuous issue that we butt heads over. Because I was part of this band for a decade before meeting her, she’s convinced if things ever went sideways, I wouldn’t be the same. I can never get her to wrap her head around the fact that she is the happiness in my life. If this is why she’s letting this roll off her shoulders, then I need to sit her down and have a serious talk with her. Again. In the end, she’s all that matters. “Should I tell the other guys?” I wonder out loud.
“Maybe,” he answers, staring at the floor before looking up again. “I think we should definitely tell Ron.”
“Okay, yeah.” I take another drink and nod my head vigorously. “Keep him in the know.” I fix my eyes with his so that he gets my level of seriousness when I say, “And I don’t want Eli alone with her. Ever.” I hope to God I’m just making a mountain out of a molehill here, but I can’t help but feel like we’d be tempting fate by not being cautious.
“Agreed.”
“And you don’t think I’m just being an overprotective caveman here?” I tilt my head up at him as he stands.
He rolls his neck and then places his hands on his hips when he answers. “Let’s look at this logically. Eli is a chauvinist who let his professionality slip. He took responsibility and sought out forgiveness. I don’t think that’s something to be rash about and run him out of town over, but we’d have to be pretty fuckin’ dense to ignore warning signs when we see them.”
“Alright,” I say nodding. “Thanks.” I look up at him, and he returns my look of solidarity with one of his own before he turns and busies himself in the kitchenette.
After a moment, Frank, our bus driver, moseys back to give us the heads up that we’re hitting the road in less than an hour, so if we want to get showers in, now’s the time to do it. With that, I stand and stretch and make my way back to the bedroom.
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MAYZIE
I step into the small bathroom off of the bedroom, lean into the shower and start the hot water. Once it’s warm, I shrug out of my hoodie, peel off my leggings and step in. My hair has been completely wetted down and I’ve just finished shaving when the Plexiglas door clicks open and in steps Jack. Deliciously naked of course. He gives me a half smile with half-lowered lids before ducking his head under the spray and slicking his now wet hair back with his hand. I give him a small smile back before he steps behind me.
“We’ve got less than an hour before we hit the road,” he informs me, and I nod. I glance at him briefly over my shoulder. He seems somewhat pensive and it makes the back of my neck tense slightly.
“Everything okay?” I ask, and the creases in his forehead instantly relax and he brings his smile up to a higher wattage.
“Oh yeah. I’m just having a hard time waking up today.” I know he’s probably a little keyed up after telling Matt about Eli, but I’d rather move forward so I don’t press it. He dips his head to plant a feather light kiss to my shoulder. It is meant as a simple, sweet gesture, yet I feel goosebumps break out down my entire arm, despite the warmth of the water. I lean back into him, and he wraps his arms around me before bringing his lips to the spot where my neck meets my shoulder, making me tingle. Again, he’s being sweet, but I can’t help letting out a sigh and I feel his body respond to the noise against the small of my back. The atmosphere changes as the steam swirls around us, like it’s putting us under a spell. Jack’s arms cross over my body to cup each of my boobs in the opposite hand as he moves his lips to just below my jaw, eliciting another sigh that turns into a quiet moan. He subtly starts grinding his waking cock against my back as he continues to nip at my neck, my breasts beginning to feel heavy in his hands while the familiar warmth of arousal spreads over me.
He’s hard as a rock in no time, and he steps in front of me to gently back me against the wall of the shower. His hands are on my waist and his thumbs are drawing lazy circles on my hips as he leans down and kisses me senseless. His smooth, warm tongue dives into my mouth, swirling around mine, sealing my desire to go down this road with him right here in this tiny shower. In case he needed confirmation that I’m on board, I moan into his mouth, urging him to keep going. He palms my breasts again, pressing lightly into my nipples with his thumbs and a small cry escapes my mouth when his lips travel down my neck to my collar bone. One hand glides down my stomach to find my clit and start rubbing, and I grip onto his biceps as the pressure sets off the most exquisite ripple through my body. My hips have a mind of their own as they push against his hand. My increasing wetness makes his fingers move easier up and down my slit and I start to pant. He lets out a broken grunt when I reach down with one hand and give him a squeeze. I relish the noise and I want to hear more. I squeeze gently and stroke his hard, thick length, making him groan against my skin. My whole body is starting to thrum and throb and I’m torn between wanting more, and wanting it to lessen so that it can last. I love making him feel this way and I want to give him more.
I slip down the wall and onto my knees, his smooth, hard cock brushing against my cheek on my way down. I hear him blow out a ragged breath at the realization of what’s happening. I lean in and bring my mouth down on him, flattening my tongue against the underside of his cock and letting it glide down his length with the rest of my mouth, before pulling back and then repeating the motion. Jack braces both hands against the wall of the shower and curses, giving me even more encouragement. I reach up to cup his balls and am immensely satisfied to find them tighter than a drum.
“Ah… Maze, shit,” He’s thrusting his hips in perfect sync with my rhythm, while trying to practice restraint as the back of my head is near the wall. His forehead drops against the tile between his hands as he tries to keep control.
“Damnit, baby. So good, you’re so good.” I draw on him just a little harder and watch his control weakening.
“Mayzie, I need you back up here,” he pants after only a couple of minutes, but I want to push the envelope just a little farther, like he did with me the day I came out on tour. I keep going, making my strokes harder and longer, craving the reaction of him losing control, knowing it will be hot and urgent.
“Mayzie…” my name is ground out from between clenched teeth and before I know it, he slips from my mouth and his hands are on my elbows, hauling me up. He grabs my ass as my legs go around his waist, and he pins my back against the wall before bringing his face to mine.
“You made your point, Mrs. Krasinski,” he growls with a sexy smirk. “And you’re in trouble now…”
Oh yeah, I’m getting nailed to the wall…
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JACK
I hold Mayzie against the wall of the shower, my cock firm against her clit. While I want nothing more than to slam into her, her little stunt brought me too close to the brink, and if I don’t back away a little, I’m going to go off before she has a chance to. I’ll be damned if I let that happen.