Happily Ever Always
Jordan
“Hey, wanna make a baby?” I ask.
It’s out of the blue, especially given I’ve decided we’re not ready for a kid. Can’t stop thinking about it, though. I kinda want little BreakNeck babies to all be around the same age. Maybe I need to call Nick and Archer to co-ordinate?
Alessa doesn’t look up from her book. “No.”
“Aw, come on,” I groan.
She continues reading, not even entertaining the idea. She looks hot as fuck in a tiny black string bikini. The triangle cups barely cover one of my favorite parts of my wife.
My wife. Jesus, I fucking love thinking that. I almost say it, just for the hell of it, when she speaks.
“Adam and Jenna are giving you their baby.”
“They are? Is this something they’ve personally told you?” I laugh. I enjoy messing with her, just to see how gorgeous she looks when she’s annoyed with me.
She scowls, as I’d hoped. “You know what I mean. They give first BreakNeck baby.”
“Yeah, they are. But, if we make one now, theirs will still come first.”
“We are not having baby just because they are. You do not always have to do what your friends do.”
I get up off the sun lounger and drop to my hands and knees. The wooden deck is smooth as I crawl towards her. We're staying in a water villa on our honeymoon. The sun feels perfect on my bare ass. It’s a good job no one else is around to see it.
Alessa pretends to ignore me, but her lips twitch. I know how to read my woman's looks. Even the micro expressions that only a very trained eye can see.
She knows what’s on my mind.
When I reach her lounger, I run the backs of my fingers along the soft, warm skin of her thigh. I turn my hand over near the top, ghosting my fingers towards the tiny bikini bottom, covering my second favorite part of my wife. Actually, both of those come second to her gorgeous face. I’m a lucky sonofabitch and I know it.
Alessa’s breath hitches, even if she is still pretending I’m not here.
“Hey, Mrs. Adair,” I push up on my knees and bite her earlobe.
“Valentyn-Adair,” she corrects.
“Uh-huh,” I kiss her neck.
She always has to be ornery. I love it.
When we first went public, I got a lot of shit from all different angles. The fans hated it, and I mean they hated it. Hell, even my own bandmates were skeptical at first. Don’t even get me started on hers. Ciro in particular looked like he was going to dig a six-foot hole and drop me in it if I so much as breathed wrong around Alessa.
Bianca hadn’t believed me for months. She wasn’t shy in telling me she knew it was a ‘phase.’ That shit pissed me off, but I never called her on it. I just proved her wrong.
There is a side to Alessa that people don’t get to see. She owns the one they do, not giving a shit what people think of her. That in itself is a massive turn on for me. I never thought I’d be the guy who fell in love and got married. Now I can’t imagine my life without her in it.
And I love that we’re here, in the Maldives, in one of their gorgeous water villas. There is no one else around, I got us the most private villa on the island. Still haven’t convinced her to sunbathe nude though.
Not that I’ve had any such problem. When you’re more or less permanently hard, it’s better not to be restricted.
The first time she saw me lying out in the sun with a boner, she’d laughed. Then asked me if I’d put sunblock on him. It was cute she was worried about him getting burned, even if it wasn’t the reaction I was going for.
Her eyes darkened, and we’d had a fun filled half hour in the hot tub.
“You want kids?” Her voice disturbs my thoughts, and my hand, which has just slipped beneath her bikini top, stills.
“Lots of them.”
“Steady your horses.”
“Hold them.”
She waves her hand, dismissing me correcting her mix up.
“We are not ready,” she tells me, back arching. "For little eyes."
During this chat, my hand remained inside her top, my palm holding her breast. Her nipple has hardened. I lift my chin, understanding what she means.
“You cannot walk around with that hanging out with children nearby.”
“That?” I arch a brow.
“Him,” she smirks, lowering the book on her lap. Turning to me, she rakes her nails down my chest.
I watch her face as her hand goes to the aforementioned ‘him’, and I hiss as she gives him a tentative stroke. She is used to me referring to my dick in the third person.
“Fuck,” I groan.
I put my forehead on her shoulder as she tightens her grip, then slides her hand up and down. Alessa’s skin is hot, and the faint aroma of coconuts fills my senses. She looks up at me when I pull back.
"Lie on your stomach, beautiful."
Alessa does as I ask, setting her book down on the ground beneath the lounger. She sighs contentedly as I run my palm up from her ankle, over her calves and the warm skin of her thighs. My fingers tease beneath the fabric of her bikini, squeezing her ass.
My intention is to go slow, treat her like the queen she is. Not sure I'm going to be able to control myself. I tug on the string at her back and the bikini top falls to the sides. Then I do the same with the strings at her hips.
Peeling back the scrap of fabric that was covering her ass, I lean forward and trail my tongue from her thigh to her ass cheek, then up her spine. My hands knead her ass, my erection painfully hard. But I'm going to take my time if it kills me.
“Turn over, baby,” I murmur into her ear.
She does, all the parts of her bikini are left on the lounger beneath her and she is gloriously naked, laid out for me. I spread my fingers across her stomach, lightly stroking the sensitive skin, making her stomach concave in. My baby girl is ticklish. I'm not going down that road. As fun as that can be, it's not for today.
I bend forward and take her nipple in my mouth, lightly sucking it deeper as my hand trails lower, over her hip, across her mound until I find the warmth of her pussy.
A groan escapes, she is always ready for me. Alessa arches her body and her eyes roll. She's restless, pushing up and down.
"What do you need, my gorgeous wife?"
"You, only you," she gasps and spreads her legs wide, enough that one falls off the lounger.
Getting off my knees I rise above her and stare down at the beautiful woman waiting for me. Her eyes open and she stares back. I may have risen, but my hand has remained between her gorgeous thighs. "You're soaked."
"You're hard," she eyes my cock as she circles her nipple with her fingertips.
"Yes I am," I lift a brow. "And I cannot wait to fuck you."
"So what are you waiting for?" she tilts her head.
My wife doesn't like to be kept waiting. But I'm not ready to fuck her. Yet. Moving to the end of the lounger I get back on my knees and place my elbows between her thighs, pressing them wider to accommodate my shoulders. My head lowers and I press my nose against her, my tongue teasing and pushing inside.
Alessa lets out a cry that has my heart soaring. She loves it when I tongue fuck her, she goes off like a fucking beautiful firework when I nibble on her clit. And that is what I do to her now. My cock is throbbing, desperate to take the place of my tongue but not yet. She's close. I can tell from her sounds, her rhythmic thrusting and her hands clawing at my hair.
Then her body tenses, her hand clutches the side of the lounger and she lets out a low, erotic moan that almost has me losing my shit. She gushes into my mouth and I lap up every last drop. I'll never enjoy the taste of anything else as much as this.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, baby girl,” I tell her, staring up the length of her body. Her chest is heaving, her tits topped off by those beautiful pink nipples draw me up her body. “Want to fuck my wife every day,” I say, licking the underside of her tit and pinching her nipples.
“Yes,” she breathes out.
As fun as it is fucking outside, I want her to be comfortable. Stepping back, I sweep my arms beneath her back and her knees and pick her up. Inside the villa, it's airy and warm but out of the midday heat. I set her down, then climb onto the bed. Laying back, I pat my lap with a wink, then put my hands behind my head.
Her body is a work of art. Every inch of beautiful, smooth skin, every plane and angle of her face floors me every time I look at her.
"Can we live here forever and stay naked?"
She doesn't answer just puts both knees on the bed, then her hands on either side of my legs. My smile is wide as she crawls up the bed, over me. She barely touches me until she is directly over me, then she dips slightly and brushes her pussy against my cock. She keeps doing it. I flinch from every little touch and Alessa grins wickedly. She likes teasing me.
Jokes on her though, I fucking love it too.
Pushing back, she sits up and straddles my thighs. Taking me in her hand, she tugs up and down a few times, softly, then with more force, letting me know she's in control now.
"I'm yours to do with whatever you want."
"Mine," she agrees, then rises, holding my cock up straight, she glides over me again, teasing me even more.
It takes all my strength not to grab her hips and pull her down. In her own time, she presses me inside and lowers. The connection between us is more than just physical. Our eyes lock and hold as I fill her when she is fully seated, our hips together. Joined in the best and most intimate way possible.
She moves, the friction drives me insane. The whole no touch thing I'd self inflicted thinking it's cool, goes right out the window. There is no way I can't touch her. Alessa wobbles slightly as I sit up. My hand goes to the back of her neck and I pull her down so I can take her mouth. With the other I hold her breast. She writhes over me, rolling her hips.
We kiss deeply, the love I feel for her flowing from my mouth to hers. In every thrust of my hips and roll of hers. I never want this to end. And it won't. Because Alessa is mine. And, like the woman said, I'm wholly, forever hers.
Her inner muscles begin to clench around me, her shoulders press back and she grabs onto my biceps. My body tenses and then my back snaps straight as I release inside of her. Alessa cries out, throwing her head back. She glides up and down a few more times, before her forehead falls forward and lands on my shoulder. I hold her close and kiss her temple.
This will never get old. No other woman will ever turn my head or take my attention. She is my world and yeah, we might have got married a few days ago, promising ourselves to one another in front of our friends and family.
Here and now, I make a promise to myself that I will never, ever let her go. Till the end of my life, this woman is going to be by my side.
Her purple tipped hair is damp and messed up to hell. All I want to do is curl up around her and go to sleep, but my need to care for her takes over. Alessa tucks her head into the crook of my neck as I get off the bed and carry her into the outdoor shower.
I take care of her, washing her hair and body. She is pliant and soft, her arms around my neck as I make sure every inch of her is squeaky clean.
"I love you," she says, while I towel her off.
"I'll never get tired of hearing you say that."
"And?" she lifts a brow.
"I love you too," I kiss her nose. "More than you will ever know."
"I know," she says with a sly grin. "I knew from moment you approach me in bar and I tell you to go away."
"No you didn't," I laugh. "You hated me."
"Hmm," she gives me a look. "It worked, didn't it?"
My eyes widen but my laughter takes over. Yeah, as if… Wait, I narrow my eyes at her. She shrugs with a sly wink, then turns and walks out of the shower. You know what, it actually wouldn't surprise me if she played me all along. But I doubt it. I think.
She gives me a sultry look over her shoulder as she steps back into the villa.
"Fuck it," I tell myself and hurry into the villa after her. Even if that was the case, and she did pull the biggest swindle ever, we ended up where we are supposed to be.
Back in bed, she curls up like a cat beside me. Within a few minutes, she’s fast asleep. I stare up at the wooden fan as it spins above us, stirring the humid air.
When I was nine, my parents got me the drum kit I’d been begging for. I was good, and I loved playing, but I didn’t know where it was going to take me.
I met this kid, Nick Chambers, in middle school and he played bass guitar like his grandpa. When I told him I saw a flyer about a band auditioning for members, I’d gone along not expecting much. Nick had been hanging out with this other kid, Adam, and his best friend Archer, the ones who wanted to start a band. They welcomed me into their group.
None of us had a clue what we were doing. It didn’t take long for us to gel, to become best friends, and to figure out how to make music together.
We learned how to play the songs we grew up listening to, then Archer started writing stuff, Adam followed, and we had our own songs. Every spare moment I had, I practiced my drums.
When Nick’s mom said we could use their garage to set up our equipment permanently, we thought doing this for real could be a possibility.
Nothing could have prepared me for what came after we played a few school functions and other parties. Then getting booked at local dive bars when we were still only seventeen. We moved into clubs and opening for bigger bands at gigs across the tri-state area.
Over a decade since we were discovered, I’m still best friends with the three boys I embarked on this crazy journey with. And I’m married to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.
I’m the luckiest sonofabitch on the planet. Whenever it happens for us, I’m going to love the shit out of our kids.
Adam, Nick, and Archer, together with their women, will always be at my side.
We’re BreakNeck.
We’re family.
And nothing will ever break us apart.