Page 60 of See Her
“Oh, Maze,” he moans into my chest, jerking himself inside me harder, making me whimper helplessly from the carnal ecstasy. “I can’t seem to get deep enough inside you, baby.”
It couldn’t be further from the truth. I feel him so deep, it’s like he’s become one with me. The bliss sets in, and each roll of my body becomes accompanied by a moan. Jack and I are tightly locked together as he pummels inside of me, each hit better than the last.
In this moment I feel so connected to him, so deeply. I’m feeling everything right now. Every thrill in my stomach, every swell of my heart, every butterfly I’ve ever felt for him… they are all fusing together to create an ache in my chest.
When I don’t think I could be enjoying it any more is when he rolls me to my back and continues to drive into me. The position and angle lend more leverage to his motions, and I want to cry it feels so good.
Our skin is hot and sliding together, and I feel sweat break out along my hair while he pistons in and out of me in hard, measured thrusts. I’m riding a high, beautiful storm clouds rolling and crashing through my mind as he carries me away. I feel so full with his body surging above mine.
“I love you,” Jack laments in a ragged whisper as his chainswings up and down, grazing the skin of my throat. “I love you so much. Come with me… please come with me.”
I’m not sure if he means on the tour or right in this moment, but either way, I’m on board. Jack slams his cock inside me once more and I feel my back bow off the bed and my head arch back. Lightning flashes behind my eyelids as Jack gives me the most powerful orgasm that racks my body.
“Jack!” His name comes out in a throaty cry, my fingers finding their way into his long strands, damp with sweat.
“God,” Jack grunts through his last, hard thrusts, releasing himself into me. “Oh my God, Maze… baby.” He collapses on top of me, his lips grazing up the skin of my neck until they meet mine. He rolls us to our side, still inside of me, threading his fingers into my hair. His kiss is tender yet ravaging if that were possible.
“Okay,” I wheeze out, trying to catch my breath.
“Okay what, baby?” he murmurs against my lips, his desperate hold on me relaxing slightly.
“I’ll go with you.”
He stares into my eyes, taking a moment to absorb my words as if trying to decide if he heard them right.
“I don’t know,” he rasps as he cradles my head in his arms, “what I did to deserve you, but I’ll do it over and over again.” I can barely form a thought before his lips come crashing down on mine again.
We touchdown in Seattle two weeks later, where the tour is kicking off.
The last two weeks were riddled with rehearsals and shop talk, but Jack seriously focused on us, continuing our happy home life every moment he could. One month as a normal newly married couple is all we had before pulling up our stakes, so to speak.
I figured Ian owed us, big time, for outing us to my parents, so I asked him to house and dog sit for us. He was so pumped to get out of his place it wasn’t much of a penance.
Our first stop, courtesy of a brigade of black SUVs, is at a nearby hotel where we’re not given much time to dump our luggage and freshen up before we have to pile back in to be taken to the venue.
After a hurried tour of the pertinent parts of the stadium, namely the dressing room and backstage tunnels, the guys were immediately sucked into the busy vortex of meeting with the stage crew to establish a setup routine that suited their needs, followed by their first sound check.
The highlight of the afternoon was, of course, getting to meet the infamous Shock Wave. As it turns out, they are a bunch of nice, down-to-earth guys, but I was still intimidated. I just can’t decide if it was more by George Stockwell, the front man who has a serious Tommy Lee thing going on, or his camera-ready wife, Erin. She’s a statuesque beauty with long, red locks, big brown eyes that are accented with perfectly applied eyeliner, and don’t even get me started on her wardrobe. I wanted to weep in my white V-neck t-shirt and ankle boots from Target.
You’d think she’d be intimidating. I thought so at first, but my mind was changed within the first ten seconds of meeting her. She put me right at ease, offering herself as a friend, and while Jack is everything to me, I need someone besides him as company on this journey.
And here we stand now, backstage, with the show underway. I’m thankful, however, that we got to take a trip back to the hotel so that I could change into something a little more impressive so that I don’t feel like a shrinking violet next to her. Together, we enjoy the show as Turn it Up’s music explodes from the speakers, pounding through every bone in my body as lights strobed across the crazed audience.
Each of the four guys is riding a brand new high, and they are projecting it out into the crowd like total naturals. They were meant for this, and the realization exhilarates me everywhere in my body.
The crowd is eating up their performance, and so am I, especially when Jack swings his guitar to hang behind him so that he can grip the mic with both hands for a passionate delivery.
“God, I love that move,” I mutter to myself beneath the din of my husband's voice sailing through the air.
“I love when George does that, too,” Erin chimes in beside me, “although I think it may be your man’s signature move.”
“Oh my God, you heard that?” I giggle nervously, glad the darkness of being backstage is likely hiding the blush I feel in my cheekbones.
“Don’t sweat it,” she replies, shaking her head as lights flash across her face. “What’s the point of joining your husband on tour if you can’t drool over him from backstage?” I laugh, relaxing some, and I see her turn to face me in my peripheral. I pause and look at her, anticipating some kind of conveyance. “Listen, Mayzie, this first tour with him is going to be tough, I’m not going to lie.”
I feel my eyes drift downward as I give a slight nod. Her imparting knowledge is no shock, but it still affects me nonetheless.
“I want to help in any way I can,” she offers. “When it was my first go-round, I didn’t have anyone, and I don’t want the same for you.”