28. Jace
JACE
My convo with Rory about writing has me itching for my guitar.
When we get back to the bus, I’m hoping to get the baby to sleep so I can hole up in the kitchen and write, but the guys have girls over, and unless I wanna park my ass outside between Marlowe’s bus and mine, I don’t have anywhere to go.
There’s one more thing I didn’t mention to Rory because I don’t wanna upset her if it doesn’t come to pass, but Frank said the label loves the optics of me and Marlowe. They saw some pics of us together on the second night of the Daytona festival, and now they want us to record something.
Together.
Which seems like a really bad idea. Because it won’t end with a song. They’ll want us to promote it and probably perform it together.
I don’t plan to write any duets, so hopefully they’ll get over it.
After I get my daughter ready for bed and tucked in her crib, Rory’s already put away our clothes. “Thank you for taking care of that.”
“No problem. I hate clutter, so I really did it for myself.”
She’s so funny. I don’t think she realizes it. “I was gonna write, but I don’t think I can concentrate in the kitchen with that party out front.”
Nibbling on her bottom lip, she looks around our room. “What if you stay here, and I wear Layla’s noise-canceling headphones? I could read for a while or journal. I swear I won’t listen to you, and the baby seems wiped out. I don’t think it’ll bother her.”
“You’re really sweet.” I pull her into my arms and kiss her. “Let’s give it a try.”
Back home, I tend to write in the barn. I usually prefer being alone so I don’t feel self-conscious about making mistakes.
I can’t seem to find a good spot here, though, and the idea of not having great material when we hit Dallas makes my stomach cramp.
But I need to make the most of this tour, and if that means I write next to my girlfriend and kid, so be it.
Sitting on the bed with my guitar, I strum the melody I was working on this afternoon as I watch Rory studiously write in her journal. She’s wearing those headphones, and her glasses are perched on her dainty nose as she pauses to look up at the ceiling like she’s trying to find the right words.
Never thought I’d want another chance,
Never thought I’d want that ride
But she’s got my head spinning,
Watching our worlds collide
By the time I finish the song, I realize Rory’s curled up next to me, asleep. After I put away my spiral notebook, I gently take off her headphones and glasses. When her eyes crack open, I lean down to kiss her forehead. “Sorry, babe. Those headphones didn’t look comfortable.”
“Thank you.” She yawns and glances around. “What time is it?”
“Late,” I whisper. “Go back to sleep. I’m gonna grab a quick shower.” Tomorrow is another big day. On tour, every day feels like we’re on the cusp of leveling up or crashing out.
After my shower, I towel off and toss on some boxer briefs.
Snapping the waistband into place, my mind drifts back to the chaos of the last few days.
Somehow, we’re surviving it. As stressful as this has been, Rory’s been a fucking rock star.
She’s so good with Layla and she really seems to get me.
Our date tonight was fun even if we had to do laundry.
The bus is quiet now, the sounds of the party out front dying down.
Our room is dark and quiet, just the hum of the AC in the background.
After I check on my daughter, who’s sleeping soundly, I slide into bed.
Rory wiggles closer, and I hold out my arm, loving when she molds herself to me.
She must have stripped off her jeans while I was in the shower because now she’s just wearing a t-shirt and underwear.
It’s sexy as hell. I will my dick to calm down and kiss the top of her head, hoping for a great night’s sleep.
Except I can’t fall asleep. I’m thinking about those songs, and how Layla needs more clothes, and how some asshole knifed our damn tire. A solid forty minutes go by, and I’m wondering if it’s too late to go for a run. Because I need to burn off some energy.
“What’s wrong?” Rory asks against my chest.
“Too much going on in my head. Sorry I woke you.”
She runs her soft hand up and down my stomach. “You know what helps me relax?” she asks, her voice groggy.
“Hmm?”
“Orgasms.”
I still, thinking I must have imagined those words. Did my little librarian really just say that out loud? I glance down at her. “Are you offering to lend a hand?”
She folds her arms on my chest, a shy smile tugging at her lips. “I’m offering more than my hand.”
My cock sits up, interested. “Baby.” I chuckle. “You don’t have to…”
“I know I don’t have to, but maybe I want to.”
I promised myself we’d take this slow. I don’t want her to think this is just about sex. At the same time, I realize she can decide this for herself. “Your speed,” I remind her.
She chews the inside of her cheek, uncertainty in her eyes. “I don’t have a lot of experience doing this, but…” Now I’m really fucking interested. I hold my breath, waiting for her to finish her thought. “But if I gave you a blow job, would you show me what you like?”
“I’m pretty much gonna love anything involving your mouth and my dick.”
She grins and looks away, but I grab her beautiful face and drag her lips to mine. “You’re wearing too many clothes.” I strip off her t-shirt until she’s in a tiny pair of cotton panties.
I’m used to women sporting leather and lace and everything in between.
But the sight of her prim little underwear with that tiny pink bow in the front does it for me.
I crawl over her and kiss her until she’s moaning beneath me.
Her thighs wrap around me, and I feel her heat through her thin panties.
On a gasp, she pushes me away. “I’m supposed to do… things… to you.”
I take her beautiful face in my hands. “I’m not generally a fan of rules, but I think we need to make one more.
If I come, you come. And because I’m a gentleman at heart, I think a lady should come first.” I run my nose against hers.
“What do you say, bookworm? Can I make you come first if I let you suck my dick afterward?”
She chuckles and does that thing where she folds her lips to clamp down on her smile. “Far be it from me to thwart your chivalry.”
Grinning, I make my way down to her gorgeous tits that sit high on her chest. After I nibble her pebbled nipples, I rub my face between her sweet curves. “I’m marking you.”
Laughing, she scratches the back of my head, and I close my eyes, loving how easy it is to be with her. Her smile turns shy. “I have a feeling you’re going to spoil me.”
“If by spoil you mean give you so many orgasms, your eyes roll back in your head? Then yes, I am.” I suck her sweet nipple while I snake my hand into her panties. Christ, she’s so wet. I love how responsive she is.
She arches beneath me, her tits rising and falling on panted breaths while I work a finger into her tight pussy. Then I scoot down and pull down her underwear and spread her legs so I can watch every minute of this. “Hold yourself open for me, babe.”
“What?”
“Give me your hands.” When she offers them, I pull them between her spread thighs and place them on either side of her pussy. “Right here. Hold yourself open for me. I wanna watch you take my fingers.”
“O-oh… okay.”
Before she has time to overthink this or feel self-conscious, I work her over with that finger and gently flick her clit with my tongue. “So good,” I mumble against her swollen skin. I could come from tasting her.
“Oh my God.” Her whole body goes taut.
“Shh.” I pause until she clamps her mouth closed and nods. Because if Layla wakes up, this is gonna suck. “Next hotel room we get, I’m gonna find someone to babysit so I can make you scream.”
I stuff her full with two fingers, making sure to hit her g-spot. In and out, slowly at first. Until those wet sounds are too tempting, and I pick up the pace and bend closer to gently suck her clit.
That’s when her thighs clamp around my head and she makes a muffled sound, her hands flying to my hair to move me the way she wants it. “Take what you need, baby.”
She flutters on my fingers, and my cock swells at the thought of her riding me. I can’t wait to fuck her.
A few minutes later, her legs flop open. “I think I saw God just now.” Her sleepy, sated face really pleases me.
I kneel between her legs, shove down my boxer briefs, and pull out my cock. “I can finish like this.” At the sight of her wet pussy in front of me, I groan and reach down again to get my fingers covered in her wetness, spread her all over my aching dick and start jerking off.
She sits up. “Not like that.” With a hand to my chest, she moves me over until I’m next to her. “Lie down.”
After I comply, she sits on my thighs. I love where this is going.
I tuck my arms behind my head. “If you wanted to rub your pussy over the base of my dick, I wouldn’t complain.
” Hesitantly, she scoots forward, until her thighs are spread wide open over my cock.
“That’s it, baby. Now just move up and down. Do whatever feels good.”
Nodding, she plants her hands on my chest and slides across me, pausing to shiver.
I grab her ass to help her move. She’s so wet and snug. It feels fucking amazing.
When she stops, I’m about to ask if something’s wrong, but before I can form coherent thoughts, she scoots down, grips me with one hand, and sucks me into her warm mouth.
Fuck.
She licks around my crown and glances at me.
“Just like that. Take me in your other hand and jerk me off as you suck.” I watch her work me over, pumping me through her soft palm, glancing at me with her mouth full of my cock. So fucking good. “Can you come again?” I grit out. It feels wrong to get off when I had her grinding on me.
She shrugs, never stopping.
Challenge accepted. “Hold up.” Reaching down, I flip her around until her head’s over my cock and her legs are spread out over my face.
Alarmed, she looks back at me. “You’re going to suffocate like this.”
“Smother me with your pussy. I can take it.” I glance up at her sweet, glistening cunt and tug her down.
“Are you sure?” she whispers.
I respond by licking her swollen lips. “Positive.” Using my thumbs, I open her to me and lick her little hole, tasting her cum and caressing her clit.
I can tell when she relaxes because her tempo on my cock evens out. She goes down and sucks, flipping her wrist as she comes up. It’s perfect.
But then she goes deep, really deep, and I groan against her. “Wait until you come to do that, or I’m gonna blow.” She does it again, and I curse. Her whole body shakes with laughter, and I bite her inner thigh. “Brat.”
I’m not gonna be able to hold out much longer, so I stick two fingers in her pussy and circle her clit with my thumb. She lets out a gasp, and I keep the rhythm until she flutters on my fingers again, nearly collapsing on top of me.
Pleased I made her come again, I squeeze her ass cheek with my other hand, about to offer to finish myself off when she takes me deep again. Fuck. I shove my face in her pussy and mumble out a warning.
I figure she’s gonna let me come in her hand, but my little librarian swallows me down.
“Fuck, yes.” I come so hard, light sparks behind my eyelids. “This is so much better than my hand,” I mumble to myself in a near coma-like state.
Rory turns around and crawls up to me with that hesitant look in her eyes. “Was that okay?”
I take in her wild, windblown hair, her flushed, pink skin, and those pretty pink nipples I wanna lick again. “Fucking amazing. Come here.” When she moves closer, I run my thumb over her swollen lips. “Did you swallow my cum?” When she nods, I grin. “Such a good girl.”
The grin that spreads on her gorgeous face makes me chuckle. I pull her to me and wrap the blankets over us, but she braces herself with a hand. “But Jace, I’m sticky.”
Kissing her forehead, I grin again. “I like you that way.”
Because I licked her and now she’s mine.
This is gonna be a damn good summer.