Interlude (Rockstar #4) (8 page)

Lucy laughs and mouths "rub them out" to Sera, who laughs.

Sera nods. "We do. There's no denying it, but unlike most, Lucy and I have photographic memories."

"Enough said," Ben says with appreciation.

"And with the right vibrator, you don't even need an image—though I'm sure Lucy still conjures up Jesse after all this time."

"This is the oddest moment of my life," Lucy says aloud to no one in particular.

"If you're done?" Cage asks, smiling.

Xander wiggles his eyebrows. "Damn, Cage. You got us our very own movie star and model."

"Dude," Ethan says and they fist bump.

Lucy turns to face Cage and I reach out to rest my hand on her lower back. It feels good to be able to reach out and touch her, and when a shiver runs through her at my touch, I smile inside. She still likes my touch.

She takes a deep, steadying breath and I start circling my thumb. Her breathing picks up. Good.

She looks at me but I'm looking at Cage, all innocent and shit.

"So, what's the plan Cage?" Lucy asks.

Cage outlines the overall storyboard for the shoot, then runs through the sequence it will be captured to minimize wardrobe and makeup changes.

"It should take a couple days, maybe more to get it just the way we want it."

"Cool," Xander says and taps his drumsticks together. "Let's get to it."

"Dude, your girl is
crazy sexy," Ethan tells me.

"Stop looking, fucker," I tell him, half-teasing… okay, not teasing. She was scantily clad in that last scene and rocking some sexy fucking boots. I kept picturing her naked with nothing but those boots on, her legs wrapped around my waist as I fucked her until she screamed. That's why I've been hard all damn day. It's been worth it.

Ethan chuckles and Xan gives me a shove. "You've got it so bad for her."

"Yeah, tell me something I don't know."

Ben turns to look at me. "You gonna make a move?"

I shrug, when inside my nerves are jumping with excitement. "When the time's right."

Ben shakes his head. "Fuck that. The time is never
right
. Just do it."

"He's right," Kennedy tells me. "Besides, wasn't it you who said you've waited long enough?"

Fuck. He's right. What am I waiting for?

I nod. "Let's go find pretty Lucy."

They all smirk and we head to the back rooms.

As we approach we hear Sera say, "I'm on hiatus until further notice from modeling."

Lucy responds with a surprised, "You didn't tell me that."

We all just kind of stand outside listening, knowing we shouldn't be.

"It's not what I want to do. Sure, it's glamorous and makes me feel sexy, but I want to eat a cream-filled donut. If I want to eat the entire pint of Ben & Jerry's Salted Caramel Core, then I'm going to eat the entire fucking thing."

"Damn right you are! You can have a fat ass like me." And there's my opening because Lucy's ass is prime.

"Cupcake, your ass is anything but fat," I announce, walking in the back.

Lucy stares at Sera for a minute, eyes wide.

"Jesse Kingston, what are you doing back here? We could have been naked," Sera says with a grin.

"A man can hope."

"How disappointing for you," Lucy says with a flirty smile.

"Not so much. You're still here," I reply with a wink.

I hear her quiet gasp and give her a minute. I sit in the chair next to hers while Ben heads to the sofa. Next come Kennedy, Ethan, and Xander.

"Sera?" Lucy asks.

"Yeah, Luce?"

"Why? Why is it they come back here when we've just gotten our makeup scrubbed off and our hair thrown up in messy buns while we sport our yoga pants and t-shirts? We looked fucking amazing no more than ten minutes ago."

Oh hell no. She looks fucking amazing right now.

Sera lets out a loud sigh. "It's our curse."

Lucy nods and presses her gorgeous lips together. "We have a lot of curses."

"True story," Sera murmurs.

We just stare at them. With or without makeup, they're stunners.

"Stop staring! I know I look like shit, okay? Makeup-less Lucy isn't a great sight to behold."

"Oh, I don't know," Xander says. "I think you look just as hot without makeup as you do with it. Maybe hotter since it's real."

I let out a growl and Lucy's eyes widen. Xander grins and Ben winks at Lucy.

"Did he just growl?" she asks.

Ben winks again.

"Well, thank you Xander for the compliment. That's very sweet of you to say." Hell, I want to growl again, throw her over my shoulder, and take her somewhere where I can make her mine.

"Great shirt," Ethan tells Lucy with a wink.

"Thanks. Deftones put on an amazing concert."

"Avenged Sevenfold?" he asks.

"Yeah baby." I frown. Her calling him baby doesn't work for me at all.

"Nice."

"M. Shadows is so damn sexy." I frown harder.

"Oh my God," Sera moans. "There are no words. M. Shadows," she says with reverence and Lucy grins.

"Mmm," Lucy groans, leaning back in her chair, wiggling her toes.

"Is that a moan for M. Shadows or do you have sore feet?" I ask, still frowning.

"Sore feet. Killer boots."

I grab a towel and put it on my lap. Then I reach for one of Lucy's tiny little feet, putting it on my lap and massaging it gently.

She closes her eyes and moans out loud. My hands still and my cock jumps to life at the sound. Oh what I'd give to hear her moan when she comes.

She wiggles her toes. "Oh, don’t stop. That feels so good."

I start rubbing again, chuckling while everyone in the room starts laughing.

"Shut up. I know what it sounded like and I just don't care." She peeks through one eye at me and grins. She closes the eye again and just relaxes into her chair. I rub and knead the soles of her feet.

"Your hands are amazing."

Silent pause.

"Again, I know what it sounded like. Get your minds out of the gutter. You all can see he's rubbing my
feet
. Pervs."

"Yeah, pervs," I say with a laugh.

"Don't think I don't know you're smiling over there, Kingston."

"Oh, hell yeah I'm smiling. I'm thinking if this is the kind of reaction I get when I'm rubbing your feet, what kind of reaction am I going to get when you're naked and underneath me," I tell her, as I harden fully just thinking about it.

"Hmm. You're assuming a lot with that statement."

"How so?"

"First, you're assuming I'm ever going to be naked when you're around. Second, you're assuming you'd be on top. Third, you're assuming you'd be able to touch me in such a way that would cause me to moan as I did when you rubbed my sore, overworked feet."

"First, I've no doubt I'm going to see you naked, it's a matter of when. Second, the first time I'm definitely going to be on top, after that we'll play it by ear. Third, I guarantee I can make you moan longer and louder than you just did
and
you'll be screaming my name."

Oh yeah. She'll be screaming my name. Over and over and over again.

Sera snickers, Spenser lets out a frustrated noise, and the guys are murmuring amongst themselves.

"Hmm. Guess we'll have to wait and see but I'm not going to bet the ranch."

She just agreed and she didn't realize it. I stop rubbing her feet. She also laid down a challenge—one I'm going to take her up on… and win. I tap her shin and she glances at me.

"Challenge accepted, Cupcake."

We get back to the
house and find one of the regular chicks hanging out on the patio. I'm still fucking hard and after being hard all day, I need to come. I don't want to fuck this chick but I need to get off.

"Let's go," I tell her, not even giving a shit what her name is. This will be the last chick I ever fuck that isn't Lucy.

She jumps up and follows me to one of the spare rooms. I choose one down the empty wing. I don't need to get any shit from the guys.

When she closes the door behind her I turn to her.

"You know the rules?"

She nods.

"We fuck, you leave. This never happened and this is the last time for me. If you want to come around for the other guys, that's fine. Just not me," I tell her.

"No way," she breathes in disbelief.

I shrug.

"You're off the market?" she asks.

I shrug. We'll see. "Part of the rules is no questions, so get naked and get on the bed."

She does what she's told.

"Up on your knees," I tell her and she obeys. I reach to the bedside table for a condom.

“Pinch your nipples and rub your clit.” She can get herself ready.

I unzip my pants and take out my cock, stroking it slowly, squeezing it tight. I just need to get off and while I do, I'll be keeping my eyes closed and fantasizing about a short, dark-haired beauty.

This chick starts making little noises of pleasure and when I look down, I see her pussy's already wet. Good. It won't take long then.

I slide the condom on and push her head down into the mattress.

I don't waste time, I just push into her, closing my eyes and imagining Lucy's warmth surrounding my cock. Shit. I shove forward, pull back and slam into her hard. She moans. I just want her to shut up. I want Lucy.

I fuck her hard, pulling her back to meet my thrusts, my balls slapping against her skin.

"If you want to get off, you better finger your clit," I warn when I feel myself getting closer. She feels good, but not how Lucy'd feel. I know she'd be tight—so damn tight and wet—she'd always be ready for me. With Lucy, I'd lean over her back, surrounding her so she had no doubt who was fucking her, and then I'd slide my finger against her hard little clit until she screamed, moaned, and begged me to let her come. Fuck yeah, I want that. I want that more than I can breathe.

"Tighten," I demand and she squeezes me tighter. That's my warning I'm gonna come and she furiously circles her clit, and I piston into her, hard, short, then deep, anything to get my nut. I pull her hips back and slam hard, so fucking hard I bottom out and I keep going.

Slam, slam, slam and the tingling flows up from my spine, spreading to my balls and cock, and when I should come, I don't. She finds her release below me, and when her pussy tightens more, I normally would get off hard, but I can't… it's not enough. It's not Lucy.

When she's done, I head to the bathroom and pull off the condom, tossing it in the trash. I rest my hands on the counter, hanging my head. I'm still hard as a rock. Fuck. Nothing's going to satisfy me now but the real thing. But I can't walk around like this until I finally get that chance.

I lock the bathroom door and climb into the shower. I lather up my hands with body wash and stroke my cock. Yeah. This is it. Lucy's little hands wrapping around my cock, pumping me fast. It doesn't take me long to feel the tingling I couldn't get to with what's her name. I tug on my nipple ring, imagining Lucy's teeth pulling and when my fingertips graze my balls, I groan. Yeah, she'd know how to touch me and get me off.

I pump into my hand, harder and faster, squeezing tight, and without warning the first shot of cum erupts from my cock. Stream after stream of cum coats my hand and stomach and I groan louder, as I see my cum marking Lucy's body.

"Fuuuuck," I say, resting my head against the shower wall, as the last of my orgasm tears through me. I'm panting, barely able to catch my breath, my knees weak—all from jacking off to the thought of Lucy.

I wash myself and step out of the shower, drying off and wrapping the towel around my waist. I stand in front of the mirror, looking at myself and seeing someone I've not seen before.

Normally I can just fuck, blow my nut, and get rid of the chick, but I couldn't even come. Not with her.

I blow out a breath.
Shit
,
I think as realization dawns. A smile blooms on my face, one of the first real ones in a long damn time. I'll never be with another chick that isn't Lucy. Why I'm not scared when that insight is momentous, I don't know… but I'm not. I'm happy.

Now I just need to show Lucy I'm the one for her. Watch out, Luciana Russo, I'm coming for you.