Page 3 of For Her
He continues to move my hips, picking up the pace and the depth ever so gradually, and it’s so fucking perfect. My hands move from his tatted shoulders to join behind his neck, holding on tight as he makes me feel amazing.
“Mmm… Maze,” he groans into my chest. I take his face in my hands and kiss the hell out of him and he returns it full force, moaning into my mouth. He pulls down on me a little harder as he continues to thrust himself into me. “Ah, that’s it. Right there, it feels so good,” he groans against my lips and the heat in my core rises another few degrees.
“Jack,” his name comes out on a light gasp when he hits me so deep and so good. He responds to his name by wrapping his arms completely around me, holding me close as he moves inside of me. I squeeze my walls around him and thread my hands into his hair. Sex with Jack is so raw and beautiful every time, whether he’s slow and gentle or taking me hard. It’s usually a little of both. “Don’t stop,” I plead in a strained whisper.
“No way, Baby,” he whispers, before our mouths lock together and he shifts me to lie back on the pillows and comes down over me. With the new leverage, he drills into me harder at a deeper angle, and I feel like a whole other layer of ecstasy is washing over me, ebbing and flowing with each powerful thrust. After a few more moments of his cock filling me over and over, I feel him pick up his pace, almost reluctantly. “I’m close, Baby,” he says, smoothing his thumb over my cheekbone. “I love you. Are you ready to come with me?”
“Yes. Oh God, Jack,” I wheeze out, as my breath tries to catch up. Jack braces one hand on the mattress while he pushes his other arm underneath me to hold me close.
“Shhh…” Jack whispers against my lips as I cry out from the pleasure ripping through my body. “Ohhh, Maze,” he groans out as he jerks and thrusts the last of his release into me.
As the climax wanes out for both of us, he takes me in a deep, hard kiss, rolling off of me and pulling me into him. I nuzzle into the bare skin of his chest as one of his hands plays lazily with my hair. My mind wanders as my eyes get heavy. We have sex all the time, but tonight felt different. All of it. There was a newness to the atmosphere and an underlying vibe… Like we’d turned a page.
Present 9 ½ Weeks, Jack
It’s only a few minutes of sitting against our bathroom door before I hear the toilet flush, followed by the water in the sink going as Mayzie brushes her teeth. I stand, waiting for her, as she opens the door. She’s beautiful as ever, but with her hair pulled back in a ponytail, I can easily see her face is a little pale. She waited for two weeks to tell me she’s pregnant, and I can’t believe she was able to hide this from me. Then again, tour life is hectic and demanding.
I crack open her ginger ale and hand it to her, and try to rub soothing circles between her shoulder blades, like I wanted to if she’d let me in the damn bathroom.
“You doing better?” I ask, as she takes a couple of healthy sips.
“Yeah, I think it’s passed,” she says, nodding, and holding her fist to her mouth, suppressing a small burp. By the way she winces I can tell she felt like it could go one of two ways. She turns and heads out of the bedroom and I follow her down to the living room where she flops down on our couch. I’m about to join her when my cell goes off in my pocket. I pull it out and see an unknown number flashing across my screen… again.
“Fuck. That has to be another reporter,” I fume. I have no idea how these media outlets get ahold of our phone numbers, but they have ways.
“Oh gee whiz, what could they possibly want?” Mayzie says cynically, accompanied by a heavy eye roll. “Oh wait! I know!” Her voice has never been heavier with sarcasm, but at least I see a little color coming back to her cheeks as she clutches her Vernors can to her chest.
I close my eyes, and let out a breath. “Baby, come on,” I groan. “I’ve told you probably thirty times by now how sorry I am.”
“But do you really even realize what for?” she challenges me, as she sets her can down on the coffee table.
Remember how I said earlier that I’m in trouble with her right now? Here it is.
“For announcing to seventy thousand fans that you’re pregnant,” I grumble out indignantly. “But technically, Matt did.” It’s true, it was Matt’s idea, and he’s the one who announced it to the crowd that night. It was the last show of our tour, Maze had just told me about the baby, and I was higher than a fucking kite about it and couldn’t contain myself.
“Withyourpermission!” she points out. “And when you tell an arena full of fans with smart phones, the world is not far behind. You told theworldbefore I could even tell my mother, and don’t even get me started on Annie! She was pissed at me when I got married without her, and now she’s blowing a gasket over the fact that she had to find out I’m pregnant on the freaking internet instead of from me.” Her voice is gradually lowering, but she’s still upset.
“Baby…” my voice is pleading as I come over to her kneel in front of her and rest my hands on her legs. I’m literally begging for forgiveness here. “I was excited. We’re going to have a baby! I was so happy when you told me; over the damn moon. I just wanted to shout it from the rooftops.”Understatement of the century.
“I waited two weeks to tell you so that it would be perfect! On the last night of the tour so that you could just enjoy it and not have to divide your attention between that news and doing all your appearances,” she reminds me. “And during that time, I didn’t tell a soul because I didn’t want anyone to know before you did,” she says in a voice that carries a tone that’s worse than anger. It’s disappointment.
“I get it, I get it,” I close my eyes and let out a heavy sigh, feeling like an ass. “It was one of the happiest moments of my life and I didn’t think; I just reacted.”
She shakes her head. Alright, time to lay on the lovin’. “Come on, Sweetheart,” I say, leaning over and kissing down her cheek. Mayzie’s way too smart for this shit, but I’m desperate and pulling out all the stops. “Can’t you forgive me yet? It’s been three days.” I kiss on her other cheek before I wrap both my arms around her waist and lay my head in her lap, thankful to feel her hand start playing with my hair. And then the land line rings and I swear I hear her growl.
“I’m sure I can forgive you as soon as that damn phone quits ringing and the stupid paps quit hanging out on the sidewalk down by the road. I can’t even leave the house without being trolled because they’re all trying to get a look at me to see if I’m showing so that they can run some bogus story that I’m lying about being pregnant when they don’t see a bump yet.”
“Did I mention I’m sorry?” I ask from her lap. The land line continues to ring and I get up to silence it as Mayzie lays down, curled up on the end of the couch.
“No comment!” I shout into the receiver before hanging up, and then thinking better of it and leaving it off the hook. This is my penance I guess, for blabbing the news. I just need my wife to let me off the hook if I have any hope of getting laid again. I look over at her as I move to our back door slider and let in Trooper and Penny, our German Shepard and Rottweiler. She looks exhausted. We just came off a four-month tour, packed with non-stop, jacked up schedules. We’ve been taking it easy since we got home three nights ago, but looking at her lying on our couch, suddenly I’m feeling it too. In fact, it hits me like a Mack truck how tired I feel, and I just want to lie down and go to sleep with my girl. I reach into my pocket and pull my phone out to power it off before picking hers up off the coffee table and doing the same.
“What are you doing?” she asks from her place on the couch.
“I’m turning all phones off. We still haven’t caught our breath from the tour. You’re pregnant, and we’re both tired,” I tell her as I snap my fingers over at the far end of the couch, to signal the dogs to lie down there so that they don’t jump on Mayzie.
She doesn’t protest as I climb behind her on our wide couch and wrap my arm around her.
“You seem tired all of a sudden,” she notes, as her hand comes up to caress my arm.