Page 1 of For Her
Prologue
Jack
Igently rap my knuckle on the wood of our bathroom door that I’m helplessly leaning against.
“Baby, are you okay?” I ask gently. My question is met by some extremely unpleasant gagging noises before she answers.
“Yep! Totally fine. I got this,” Mayzie responds, sounding one hundred percent fake in her perkiness.
“You’re not fine. Would you please let me in?” I plead. “I could hold your hair or rub your back or something,” I offer. One of the main things I live for is taking care of her, and it drives me nuts when she doesn’t let me.
“No! Do not come in here!” Her warning is followed by more heaving noises. “You know, I’ve heard it’s good for a marriage to maintain a little mystery,” she informs me before succumbing to more coughing and gagging.
Christ, it sounds likeThe Exorcistin there.
“Come on…” I groan in defeat. “In sickness and in health, right? I can’t stand you going through this without me next to you.”
“Would you get me a Vernors, please?” she calls out with a groan.
Finally! Something I can do to help.
“I can do that!” I call through the door before rushing to the kitchen. I love how even with all the time we spend in L.A. and on the road, she’s still a Michigan girl. Vernors cures everything in our book, and no, another brand of ginger ale will not do.
I’m back outside our en suite bathroom door in a flash, with a cold green and gold can in my hand. I tap on the door again, eager to give it to her. Confession time: I’m doting on my newly pregnant wife, mainly because I love doing it, but… I also might be trying to get out of the dog house at the moment. She’s too weak and sick to give me shit right now, but I royally pissed her off the other night when she told me about the baby. More on that later.
“Sweetheart…” I lovingly call through the door. “I’ve got your ginger ale. Would you let me in so I can give it to you?”
“No! You don’t need to, seriously. I’m fine. It will pass in about ten minutes, it always does,” she assures me as I slide down the door and sit with my back to it, determined to be here for my wife even if she doesn’t let me in the room.
Mayzie
Uggghhh…
I’m dyyying…
How the hell did I get into this mess?I think to myself as I lean my cheek against the cool porcelain of the tub.
Oh wait, I remember…
One
2 months ago…
Mayzie
“Oh my God, Jack. Oh, oh…” I moan uncontrollably as Jack glides his tongue against my sex with a pressure that feels so unbelievably good as he groans against my skin, as if he’s enjoying this more than I am. I look down in the dark of the tour bus bedroom and catch glimpses of the front of his hair hiding his face and tickling the skin of my lower abdomen as he maneuvers his head between my legs. Occasional flashes of light filter into the room as we pass a brightly lit city, somewhere between Chicago and Indianapolis.
Jack continues to drive me to the edge, licking me so good and deep. It feels phenomenal, like flying and falling at the same time. “Jack, I’m close…” I warn, feeling the pressure build and surge. “Jack,” I say again, trying to give him his cue to climb back up my body and fill me with what he knows I want. He doesn’t move from his position other than to reach his hands up to lace with mine, as if trying to communicate that it’s okay, to just trust him. He’s got me. But I’m right there, and I want him inside me. I’m writhing and whimpering as he continues to moan into me and increase the pressure. “Jack, please…” But he licks and moans into me again and I lose control, and an epic orgasm crashes over me. I see flashes of color rippling through my vision as I arch off the bed, crying out and panting.
“That’s my girl,” Jack croons, as he gently pushes me through the peak and then just as gently brings me down, easing the stroke of his tongue, before slowly kissing his way up my stomach.
“Jaaack…” I whine out in a chastising tone.
“Sorry, Baby. I just love watching you get off. It getsmeoff,” he says with a sly grin as he continues to kiss up my body.
“But I like getting there with you inside me,” I argue, because orgasms by his magnificent cock are the best.
“I know, Baby, and you’re about to. Is it so wrong that I like to give my girl a bonus once in a while?” he asks as he hungrily kisses across my collar bones.Hell no.He continues to kiss across my chest until he reaches my breast and laves his tongue across the tip before closing his mouth gently over it. It sends a rush of blood back to my core, priming my body for another round of mind blowing ecstasy. “I think you’re ready for me, Baby,” he murmurs as he kisses his way up to my neck, letting his tongue sneak out against my skin.