Chapter 49
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
VIVIAN
One week later, I’m lying naked with Jace under the stars. The giant outdoor bean-bag double bed he bought as a sun lounger for our deck feels like the lone, puffy night cloud in the sky.
It’s heaven, the way he’s kissing my neck.
“We’re supposed to be watching a meteor shower, big guy.” I giggle lightly, his lips a tickling tease.
“Mmm.” His breath stirs by my ear. “You watch shooting stars while I nearly black out from pleasure, feeling my hard dick shoot inside your sweet wet cunt.”
“Jace Ryan!” Playfully, I smack his chest. A whisper against concrete. “We already went a round.”
“And?” My virile husband climbs between my legs. “Not like we have to worry about getting you pregnant.” His knees spread my thighs, his erection hungry. “Again.”
I reach up, tracing his smiling lips. The moonlight loves him too. “Will you ever not be in the mood?”
He braces his brawny arms beside me, making way too many muscles flex before my eyes. “Smokeshow, if I’m not in the mood, I’m in your pussy. One way or the other, I’m always into my woman; you decide.”
It’s tempting. Very tempting.
We already gave Nash and Vale a show. There’s something about having Jace all to myself but letting them watch us. I can imagine all the nights Jace watched them while he was alone, wishing I were here.
I am. Now and forever.
I stare at him, knowing I’ll always be with him.
I’ll always let Jace take me, as he does again. This time, adoringly and awestruck with deep, passionate kisses.
The first show was animalistic and on all fours. We got in the mood, watching our pegging video before we took turns this time, taking each other anally; the taboo thrill ours and our audience’s.
Nash texted a hot video of Vale sucking him off to it. Then, they sent one of Vale pegging Nash before Nash took her too.
I was right about our bonds; they’re erotic and exalted.
Because this time is just for us—me and Jace—intimate and intertwined until I’m fighting back euphoric tears, softly crying his name.
Tears that always break Jace. They always make him join me, falling together over our gasping edge, until our bodies lie sated, my head on his chest, his hand in my hair, his soul melded with mine.
“There’s one.” He points at the sky, a diamond streaking across it, then squeezes me. “Should we make a wish?”
I laugh against his warm skin. “I think after sixteen candles, that’d be a bit greedy.”
He huffs, happily. “Guess you’re right.” His leg wraps over mine. “You know, many religions think shooting stars are auspicious. Some say they’re good omens, others say they’re falling souls.”
“What do you believe?”
He reaches for my left hand, holding it up to the night sky, my diamond reflecting the moonlight. “I believe I want to take pictures of them with you. For the next meteor shower, let’s go out on the beach and—”
His phone on the ceramic end table chimes. I know the tune. Each king and queen has one.
“That’s Axel.” I smile wistfully at the sound of Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture, amused by how Americans often play this Russian composer on our Independence Day.
Jace drags a hand down his face. “And he never calls just to chat.”
Sitting up, he turns to reach for his phone as I roll back, snuggling under our ivory cotton outdoor blanket. The night is warm, the vibe cuddly.
Admiring his beautiful, wide torso, the curves of his protective muscles, his menacing shoulder tattoo arcing down his tapered back, I can sense it in this moment.
When Jace said pregnant again, I will be. We’ll have six kids. And six cats. A pride of grandkids and their cousins, thriving together.
When you love someone, you can see your future in the present.
“Yeah?” he answers Axel.
Silence.
“Okay.” He exhales, tension melting from his form, his deep breath freed. “Love you too, brother.”
Jace ends the call as another star shoots across the sky. He turns to me. “Ruslan died.”
A soul fallen.
An auspicious beginning.