Blush (Rockstar #2) (5 page)

“Hot, wet heat, so tight. You feel infuckingcredible. I'm going to have to come again. God damn it, I don't want to come yet, but holy fuck,“ I growl as it catches me off guard. Cum, hot, so hot, shoots out of the tip of my dick and into her waiting pussy. Her walls still squeezing me, clenching as I let go, just let it come and come out in rushes into her, into my wife, into the love of my life.

She's close again, I can tell as she thrusts back hard against me and I'm not going to come more than she does. I just don't work that way. I reach down and rub her clit as I let her slam back against me. I circle my hips and hold deep inside her as she pushes back hard, so god damn hard. I feel like I'm part of her, I'm so deep.

“Jesse,“ she whispers as she focuses her gaze on me.

“I love you, Luce.“

“Ahhh,“ she cries out, her head tipping back. So close. “Come for me,“ I command as I circle her clit, adjusting to just the right pressure, and when she pants hard and lets go, I smile.

“There you go, baby. Come all over my dick. Let me feel you.“ And good Christ, does she let go. “Shit, Lucy, did you just…“

She keeps coming, her eyes rolling back in her head and god damn, if that isn't the sexiest fucking thing ever. She's having one hell of an orgasm and Jesus she's gushing all over the place. She's never done that before, not like this, and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't hot as hell.

“Jesse,“ she pants out when the pleasure eases off. “What the hell was that?“ she asks, wide-eyed.

“I think you just had the equivalent of a male orgasm,“ I tell her with a wide grin.

“No. Really? I never… wow. We should look that up and see how I can do that again,“ she tells me and I throw my head back and laugh.

“Hell yeah, we should. That was the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen, and feeling your cum gush over my cock,“ I shake my head.

“Yeah? It's not weird, is it?“ she asks.

“Hell no. It's hot as hell. You've been giving me a lot of firsts Luce and they've all been perfect and amazing.“

She smiles and it's huge.

“Want to know something?“ she asks.

It's going to be naughty, I can tell from the gleam in her eye.

“Always,“ I tell her, gently pulling out and turning on the shower. I turn her around. “Tell me.“

“You bring me so much pleasure when we have sex, fuck, make love—sometimes, like now, I feel as if I'm going to pass out. My vision goes black around the edges and my body just vibrates and pulses,“ she blushes a little as she confesses.

“Yeah?“

She nods.

“I'll tell you something. Everything we do, sexually and non, is better than anything I've ever felt or had before. I love that you're my wife, Lucy.“

“Oh, Jesse,“ she whispers, tears filling her eyes. “I love being your wife. I love that you're my
husband
,“ she says with a wide grin. “Your whores are going to be so pissed.“

“Likely already are.“

She throws back her head and laughs, then does a little victory dance.

“I win!“ she shouts.

“Sounded like it to me!“ Jace shouts from the other room and I laugh out loud. God damn thin walls of the tour bus.

“Hell yeah!“ she responds.

“Get it, girl,“ Jace shouts.

“Oh, I've already got it,“ she says with a wink and steps under the warm water of the shower.

“Yeah, yeah you do,“ I tell her. She's had me all along, she just didn't start believing it until now. I'll get her to believe it completely sooner rather than later.

With that, I start singing, “Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world,“ as I step under the spray.

Lucy answers with, “She took the midnight train going anywhere.“

Don't Stop Believing.
Never stop.

“You don’t stop having
fun because you get old,
you get old because you stop having fun.“

—UNKNOWN

AFTER A SHOWER to wash off the smell of the amazing sex my husband and I just had, I throw on a pair of skinny jeans and a Blush fitted tee. I put in the every-day product Spenser gave me and leave my hair to air dry. Spenser and the girls are going to be styling it for me later anyway. For the show. Blush's first concert. My nerves are frayed. I'm a wreck.

I step out of the bathroom and the guys are still playing
Call of Duty
. Ben looks over.

“Feel any better now that my brother fucked you stupid?“

I laugh. “I did but then I started thinking again.“

“Now why would you want to go and do something like that?“ Ben asks.

“I wish I could shut it off. But we've got sound check in ten minutes. Where I'm going to see the empty venue. With all the seating. All. The. Seating. For. All. The. Fans,“ I gasp.

“Did Jesse already head on in?“ I ask.

A simple “Yep,“ is Ben's response.

“Damn you's a sexy bitch,“ Xander sings to me. He's grinning and grinding his hips against me and I burst out laughing.

“What song is that?“ I ask.

He pulls out one of his earbuds and puts it in my ear.

“Oh! I know this song!“

We start singing and grinding. Ben and Ethan are laughing and watching us in amusement. Jace, Sera, and Meggie walk onto the bus and announce it's time for sound check. Xander starts walking in front of me.

When we get off the bus, Xander stops and unplugs the earbuds so the music is blasting from his phone.
My Humps
from The Black Eyed Peas starts and I start laughing. I slide my finger through his belt loop, Jace steps up behind me and loops his finger, then Sera, then Ben, then Meggie, then Ethan, and we start the Xander version of a conga line. Right foot step, hip thrust, left foot step, hip thrust. Step, step, step, step. Repeat. We do this all the way through the building until we reach the stage where Jesse's standing, arms crossed, lips kicked up in a smirk while he shakes his head.

When Xander stops, I laugh out loud and run up to Jesse, jump hug him and kiss him on the lips.

“Babe,“ he whispers.

“Hi,“ I whisper back. God, I love this man. He looks at me like a starving man looks at a steak. He looks at me like he can't live without me. He treats me like a queen, as if I were his greatest treasure. I can only hope I treat him the same. He deserves so much more. My husband. He's my rock, my best friend. He makes my heart beat faster. He makes me smile. He makes me want to be a better person and the best wife and musician I can be. Jesse Kingston is nothing short of incredible.

“You've got a lot of work to do in the next couple hours,“ he tells me, kissing my lips softly.

I sigh and pull his face to mine to lengthen the kiss. “I know. I hope getting set up goes smoothly.“ I continue pressing small kisses to his lips and Jesse's mouth kicks up in that one-sided grin that I find incredibly sexy.

“It'll be great,“ Damian interrupts.

Jesse's hands tighten on my ass as he holds me up. I turn to look at Damian and give him a smile.

“You ready?“ Damian asks.

“Yep!“

I cup Jesse's face in my hands and kiss him softly one more time.

“I love you, Jesse.“

“I love you too, Lucy.“

He doesn't set me down but rather carries me on stage, standing me right in front of the mic.

“Holy hell,“ I whisper as I look out at the empty arena.

Sera stands next to me, Jace on the other side, and we just stare for a few minutes. Meggie and Trace are used to this but us—we are a bit in awe and a whole lot intimidated.

“Well,“ Jace says.

“Yeah,“ Sera nods.

I blow out a breath. “Alrighty then.“

Jesse and the guys sit in the front row.

“You got this,“ Kennedy shouts.

I nod. I'm so damn nervous and we don't even have a full house yet. I press a hand to my butterfly-ridden tummy.

Damian claps his hands. “This is Alex. He's going to set you up.“

The tall blonde man with piercing blue eyes nods our way. “Nice to finally meet you.“

“You as well. I'd hoped to meet you before we hopped on the buses but it was a bit chaotic.“

He nods. “No worries. Let's go through a couple songs so we can get things set.“

“Sounds good.“

Trace sets up behind the drums while Sera, Meggie, and Jace grab their guitars. Cage walks on the stage, a gift box in his hands. I lift a brow.
What's he up to?
I wonder.

He just grins. “I brought you a little something, Lucy. Everyone deserves to have their own personalized instrument.“

“Um, okay?“ I have no idea what he's talking about. The box is no bigger than a shoebox and it's wrapped with pink metallic paper, a hot pink ribbon and bow. He hands me the box and I grin huge. I'm excited and apprehensive at the same time. But it's a present and I love opening presents.

I pull the bow and drape the ribbon around my neck, wiggling my eyebrows at Jesse, who chuckles. I pull off the paper to reveal a plain white box. No tell.
No fair
, I think. No hints.

I lift the lid on the box and inside is a pink metallic microphone with my name on one side and Blush on the other. Tears pool in my eyes as I look up at Cage.

“Oh my God. This is…“ I shake my head. I step forward and hug Cage as a tear rolls down my cheek. “Thank you so much.“

“You deserve the best, Lucy. You need to start believing that. You also need to remember, you're the lead singer for Blush. You've got the talent, the voice, and you need to pull in that confidence I see in you every day.“

I open my mouth to say something and he presses a finger to my lips.

“Not the fake confidence you use when you act. The Lucy confidence you use when you are doing something you truly love with people you admire and adore. This, right here, pretend you're sitting in the studio with the band. Forget what's out there. Just be you.“

I nod. “Okay.“ I rub my sweaty hands on my jeans. “Is this ready to go?“ I ask, motioning to the mic and Cage nods.

“It's all set. Let's hear what you've got Blush.“

“Lick,“ Trace says and we all get set. He counts it off and we start in.

Lick me, stick me, suck me, fuck me
I want it hard
I want it deep
I want to know the secrets that you keep

You say you want me
You say you need me
You say you'd do anything to please me
If you mean what you say, then…

Lick me, stick me, suck me, fuck me
Give it to me hard
Give it to me deep
Whisper in my ear all the secrets that you keep

Bend me over
Stand me up
Prop me against the wall
While we kiss and fuck

Keep on going, I'm not done yet
I want more, as deep as you can get
Harder and faster, fuck me ‘til I shatter
If you want me, then…

Lick me, stick me, suck me, fuck me
Make me scream, make me swear
Make me feel like you really care
Take me how you want me, but I need your secrets

Tell me your secrets
I've just given you mine.

“I'm hard right now,“ Xander moans loudly. “That was fucking hot.“

I burst out laughing. It's not the first time he's heard the song written by the one and only Trace Styx, but it's the first time he's seen us perform it… me grinding up on Jace, then Meggie, and Sera. I walked around to Trace, slipped under his arm and onto his lap—all rehearsed, of course. Jesse didn't seem too pleased about that but he knows it's all for show. While Trace is hot, he's not Jesse. Jesse is it for me. The one. And that's why Jesse didn't overreact to our antics. He knows he's all I want and need.

I slide off Trace's lap and he smacks my ass. I just laugh and send Jesse a wink. He just shakes his head with that half grin—you know, the one that makes me want to sigh and jump him at the same time.

We go through another song and another all while Alex is tweaking things to get everything set just right. Feedback in the middle of a concert where you're opening for one of the biggest rock bands around would be horrifying.

They turn the lighting on and I look out to the empty seats.

“Can't really see much out there with the lights on,“ I tell Sera.

“I see that,“ she responds.

“Baby, you have to know that it's going to be different when this place is packed full of fans. They're going to have their phones on and lit up, lighters, and whatever else they can smuggle in,“ Jesse tells me.

“Again, why can't you just bullshit me? Just once.“

“Because I won't lie to you,
wife
, no matter how brutal the truth is.“

“Aww,“ Meggie coos.

I roll my eyes but he really is sweet.

“You know,
husband
. I love how you over use the ‘wife' thing. It gets me hot.“ I smile and wink at him.

Jesse smirks. “Yeah, we'll find out how hot as soon as you're done up there.“

Kennedy groans. “More fucking?“

“Hey!“ I interject. “I was quiet. You wouldn't have known we were having sex if Ben and Ethan hadn't told you.“

He scratches his chin. “I suppose that's true, but there's no way you're always going to be able to be that quiet and restrained.“

I cross my arms over my chest. “We'll see.“

“I wanna see,“ Xander chimes in.

“Me too,“ agrees Jace.

“Well, if we're watching…“ Trace says.

“Oh boy,“ is all I can think to say.

Damian walks on stage and the lights go off. “We need to run through a couple more times and we should be good. You guys sound fucking amazing.“

“Thanks,“ Sera tells him.

He sends me a wink and I wink back. He's such a flirty fucker. I swear he only does that to get a rise out of Jesse and by the looks of things, it's working. Mr. Kingston's nostrils are flaring and his signature smirk is nowhere to be found.

“Aww,“ Meggie coos again. “Your hubbie's jealous. That's so sweet.“

“In a way, yes. He knows he has nothing to be jealous of,“ I say pointedly, looking at Jesse.

“You can't blame him for fuming up a little bit when another dude is flirting up his wife,“ Ethan comments.

“Really? Why do I get the ‘stare' when I'm not doing anything wrong?“ I ask, my temper starting to simmer.

“Baby, it's not you I'm—“ he cuts off and sighs. Jesse runs his hands through his hair in frustration.

I hold up my left hand and the gorgeousness of my wedding rings sparkle and flash in the light. “See this here?“ I say loudly. “This means I'm yours and your ring means you're mine. I won't allow anything inappropriate, babe. You have to trust that.“

He just nods.

“Your wife is standing up here thinking about licking you all over and you just had wild monkey sex. Get over it Kingston. She doesn't
see
anyone but you. Blushers, let's sing some songs,“ Meggie bounces.