Falling Down by Anne Mercier
"That's mama," Sera tells me.
"Mhmm."
"Time to eat," mama calls out.
Jace lets out a whoop like he used to when we were in high school.
Two hours and we have to leave. Mama's good about that, thank goodness. She knows work's important and she's the one who decided today is the day to have this gathering. I still don't get the point of it, other than to gather everyone in the same place at the same time and we do that every day--though without the parentals.
Jesse's already seated at the table, plate piled full of food. I can't stop the grin. The man eats like a horse--all of them do, and there isn't an ounce of fat on them. Sure they work out, but not every day. Bastards and their high metabolisms.
I load up my plate and am about to take a seat when Jesse reaches out and pulls me onto his lap.
"Well hello there," I say teasingly.
He nuzzles his nose behind my ear. "I missed you."
I set my plate down then turn and give him a lingering kiss. "You're the one who disappeared."
"I was hanging out with your dad. He's a great guy."
"Mhmm, he is," I say around a mouthful of food.
"Did your mom ease up on you?"
"Yeah, she did." I sigh. "Trace, can you pass me one of those whipped cream Pinnacle vodka drinks?"
"You got it."
"Uh-oh," Sera teases.
"What?" Jesse asks as I take the bottle from Trace and thank him.
"Let's just say Lucy likes those drinks a lot."
"They're so good. See, I mix this with a little root beer and it tastes just like a root beer float."
"I can see where that'd be dangerous," Jesse tells me.
"Mhmm. But we're at my parents and we have to leave for Vegas soon. I won't be getting drunk. I'll save that for tomorrow night after the show."
Jace chimes in with his usual, "Hell yeah!"
"Vegas baby!" Xander announces. He and Jace fist bump.
"Those two together…" I trail off, shaking my head.
"Never a dull moment, I'm sure," my dad says as he takes a seat across from us.
"That's for sure. I'm a bit sad I haven't gotten to see much of you today, daddy."
"That's alright, baby girl. We'll do this again in a couple weeks before you go on your tour."
"Jesse, if it's okay, why don't we have everyone over at our place?"
He smiles. "You know they're always welcome in our home."
I nod. "Good. I was thinking of inviting Joey."
Trace groans and I laugh.
"Sorry Trace, but maybe he'll bring a date and be distracted. For that matter, you should bring a date and be distracted then he'll leave you alone. The Russo manners won't allow for him to interrupt you on a date."
"That's right," my dad says with pride.
"Mama, you've outdone yourself. This is so good," I moan. Jesse runs his hand up my inner thigh, his index finger rubbing against the seam of my jean shorts. I turn to look at him, eyebrow raised.
He leans in close and whispers, "Your moan was so sexy I'm getting hard. Add your sexy ass wiggling on my lap…"
"So, you're getting me all hot because you are? That's not very nice seeing as there's no relief in sight," I pout.
"Mile high club," he grins and goes back to eating.
As Jace would say, hell yeah.
***~~~***
We take Falling Down's private jet to Las Vegas and mid-flight I get to thinking.
"Who did you have to pay off to get us this gig at the Hard Rock?" I ask Cage.
He lifts a brow. "I'm insulted."
"Uh-huh. Spill."
"I didn't have to pay anyone. The owner's a friend. If you remember," he tells me, then looks at Jesse and the other guys in Falling Down, "I got you a gig there too before you went on your first tour."
"I remember," Xander tells us. "The place was packed and we were nobodies. It was fucking awesome."
"Oh boy," Sera says, looking at me.
"What?" Xander asks.
She sighs. "Lucy's already turning green."
"I'm nervous. But no worries considering we've never performed a live show together before, it's all good."
"Sarcasm is your best friend," Xander says as he sits down next to me where I'm sitting on Jesse's lap and throws an arm around my shoulder. "You've got nothing to worry about. You're going to kick ass and take names. And if you're nervous about this show, just think about the venues you'll be playing at when you open for us."
I narrow my eyes at him. "Gee, thanks for that."
He pats my shoulder and winks. "No problem."
"I think it'll be easier in the larger venues. With the lights you can't see too far out from the stage, right?"
Jesse chuckles. "Yeah, that's true, but you can hear them and there's no doubt about the number of people there."
"Can none of you placate me with bullshit today?"
"Baby doll?" Ethan asks.
"Hmm?"
"You got this shit. Relax. Enjoy it. And if you have trouble sleeping tonight, just fuck the hell out of Jesse. I'm sure he's got no problem with that."
I laugh. "I'm sure not."
Jesse wiggles his eyebrows.
"He's got amazing stamina and recovery time."
"Fuck you," Sera bitches. "I fucking knew it. He's all sexy and beautiful, his voice gets women's panties wet, and he fucks like a sex god. No wonder I can't find the right guy. It's all being packed into one man. Spread that shit around a little bit. Hell, I'll give up the panty-moistening voice and even a little of the pretty."
I bite my lip. "I'm sorry?"
"You fucking should be." She crosses her arms. "What's his recovery time?"
"I can't believe we're having this conversation in front of everyone," I tell Sera.
I look to Jesse and he just laughs and shrugs. "Um, sometimes he doesn't need any recovery time and the longest was around ten to fifteen minutes I think, but I'm pretty sure he could have gone sooner. He was just being kind and letting me recover."
"Dude," Xander praises and fist bumps Jesse.
"Again, fuck off," Sera curses. "I'm going to put Nana Russo's juju on your guy there so he has a severe case of limp dick."
"Can you at least wait until next week when I get my period?"
"Bitch."
I snort out a laugh, then laugh more at my snort.
***~~~***
The fasten seat belts sign lights up and I slide off Jesse's lap to the seat beside him and buckle up. He weaves his fingers through mine, grips my hand, bringing it to his lips and pressing a kiss to my knuckles.
I lean the side of my face against Jesse's shoulder, look up at him, batting my eyelashes, "You are so sexy, Jesse Kingston."
He taps my nose with his index finger. "I know."
"Oh boy."
He laughs.
The landing is smooth and there are cars waiting for us as well as security. Frank, Max, and the guys are getting some much deserved time off.
Celeste calls ahead, notifying the hotel we'll be there to check in shortly. Hanging around in the lobby of a hotel with the very recognizable members of Falling Down isn't a good plan. Celeste insists I draw more attention than they do which is true in some places but definitely not in the Hard Rock Hotel.
I throw myself on the king-sized bed and kick off my flip flops. Jesse takes care of the luggage then comes to join me.
"I'm going to have to fuck you stupid tonight, Jesse."
"Yeah, I don't have a problem with that," he tells me with a chuckle. "I'll tire you out, baby."
"I've no doubt."
His lips press against mine, his tongue sliding along the seam. I open for him and he kisses me slowly, leisurely, and I do believe he's going to be able to make good on that promise. Slow and leisurely sex with Jesse is a true test of my stamina. It's difficult to keep up with him at that pace, but I really enjoy trying.
He sits up and pulls me onto his lap. He takes off my top, then my bra. I
His cock is already hard and I just… want. I drop to my knees and his eyebrows raise. I shrug and reach for him. His eyes glaze over with desire when I wrap my hand around the base of his erection, then lean forward to lick the head.
"Have I mentioned I fucking love your tongue?"
"Mmm, I can't say that you have."
"Well I do. Keep licking. Oh yeah, like that. Damn, that swirl thing drives me crazy."
He keeps talking and I want to grin, but more than I want to grin I want to drive him to the edge, so I take him deep into my mouth, sucking him hard, my tongue running along the vein on the bottom of his cock.
"So good. You suck me so fucking good."
He threads his fingers through my hair and guides my movements. As usual, I don't keep control for long--not that I mind. I like that he controls things in the bedroom. I'm not very assertive sexually and I'm really glad he doesn't mind.
I reach between his legs to cup his balls, rolling them gently and he grunts. He starts thrusting into my mouth and I get a taste of a burst of precum. His breathing is fast and ragged and I absolutely love that I can bring him this pleasure. I get aroused just knowing I can please him like this.
His thrusts increase in speed and I suck a little harder.
"Just like that. Yeah. Mmm," he murmurs.
I roll his balls again and meet his thrusts with my mouth, relaxing my throat so I don't gag when he hits it.
"Jesus. That thing you just did. Luce, I'm going to come."
I hum around his cock letting him know I'm good with that. His fingers tighten in my hair, his leg muscles tighten, and I know he's on the edge. I suck even harder, my cheeks and jaw already killing me, but I want him to have this.
"Harder. Just like that. Fuuuuuuck," he growls as the first spurt of cum lands on my tongue. I take him deep and he comes and comes and comes down the back of my throat. Shit, the man comes a long damn time and yet he's still semi hard.
I pull back and just shake my head. He pulls me up to my feet and tosses me on the bed. I let out a giggle of surprise. He crawls up the bed to where I'm laying and rips my panties off. Rips. Them. Off. That is so damn sexy.
Then he dips his fingers between my legs, testing if I'm ready. I could have told him I'm more than ready.
"Always so wet and ready for me," he says, swirling his fingers around my opening. He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean.
"Jesse," I whisper.
"So fucking good."
He leans over me, parting my legs, then slowly slides his hard length inside me. He moves slowly in and out of me, leisurely arousing me, rubbing against my clit, bringing me to my first orgasm within minutes. It's almost embarrassing how he does that so easily--almost.
He continues thrusting, his pace unhurried. He kisses me, his lips pressing against mine before slipping his tongue inside to rub against mine. With each lick of his tongue on mine, his cock slides inside me--so full and so hard. He slides deep, so deep, then grinds his pelvis against mine. The friction so, so good against my clit--already so hard and throbbing--the man does insane things to my body. When he pinches my nipples, I feel the pressure all the way to my core and I involuntarily clench around him, causing us both to moan.
"God, it feels so fucking good when you do that, Lucy. You're already so tight, but when you do that it's all I can do to not come."
"Mmm, Jesse," I moan. "Please, more."
"I'm not hurrying tonight, Lucy. I want to enjoy every single inch of your body, inside and out, and when I'm done I'm going to start all over again. I will give you this, though," he says and grinds himself deep, rubbing against that swollen bundle of nerves and I explode.
"Jesse…"
"Come on my cock, Luce. Give it to me. I want to feel your pussy squeeze me so fucking tight," he tells me with a grunt.
After bringing me to another orgasm, he claims another of his own.
He never pulls out, just keeps thrusting until he gets hard again. He flips me over and takes me from behind, hitting me deep and I come twice more before he rolls us to our sides. He takes me that way until I come again and beg him to stop.
"Jesse," I pant, "I can't come anymore. I can't, it's too much."
"It's never too much, baby. Feel how hard my cock is for you?"
I nod.
"Don't you want to come all over it, get it hot and creamy to drive me over the edge?"
I moan. His dirty talk drives me wild. My pussy comes to life, my clit begins to throb, and I swear the man's used Nana Russo's happy mojo on me.
His pace picks up when I squeeze him again and again.
"You don't play fair," he scolds. "I'm going to come before you."
"Good. I want to feel you come inside me, Jesse."
He grunts. "Fuuuuck."
"Oh my God," I moan, "I can feel your cum hitting--" and then I come with him, I might have let out a scream. I can't be sure. It was so, so good, my vision blurred and my ears started ringing.
When I'm gasping for breath, he rolls me onto my back and lifts my knees up around his shoulders. His movements steady and unhurried. He feels so good moving inside of me. His gaze never straying from mine. He's making love to me tonight, and my heart, my chest feels so full. I love this man so very much.
"Jesse," I whisper.
"Yeah, baby."
"I love you so much."
His gaze softens and he presses his lips against mine. "I love you too. It's crazy how much I love you."
"I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm so happy."
"Ditto, baby."
It isn't until we both come once more that I tell him I'm exhausted.
He cleans us both up then lays down behind me, my back to his front, wrapping an arm around my waist before pulling me tight against him. He pulls the covers up over us and settles in with a sigh.
"I love you, Jesse."
He kisses my cheek. "I love you too, Luce."
I drift off to sleep cocooned by the body and arms of the man I've come to love more than I thought possible. Jesse Kingston has become my world and I'm the luckiest woman on the planet.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Lucy
"Great show," Cage tells me with a huge grin. "This is going to be one hell of a tour."
The crowd is still cheering.
"Encore?"
"Oh yeah," Trace says.
We head back out and I ask them what they want to sing. We've already run through our entire album, including the song Falling Down came out to perform with us.
"I Miss The Misery by Halestorm," Trace says.
We all nod. We know this one very, very well. It's one of the songs we play a lot during practices.
"You want more of us, Vegas?!" I shout, pulling the mic off the stand. They scream back.
"We might have a little something we could sing for you. What do you say?"
They shout back. I am loving this. I can't wait until we're at the arena venues.
"All right. The woman in this song is a total masochist but when you've got the right guy--all tall, dark, and sexy, incredible stamina in bed--"
"Stop talking about Jesse," Sera tells the crowd and everyone starts laughing.
"Hey, I can't help he's all that and more." Sera makes an obscene gesture and I laugh. "Here comes a little Halestorm for you."
We all start at the same time--vocals, guitars, drums. That's the part I love about this song. I work the stage, going from one side to the other, stopping to belt out some lyrics, pointing to the audience before moving on.
The song ends and the cheers continue.
"Thank you Las Vegas! You've been incredible tonight! Our tour starts in a couple weeks and we'll be back. I hope to see you then!" I blow kisses and toss out my water bottle and hand towel. Trace throws his drumsticks. Jace, Se
"That fucking rocked."
"Hell yeah," Xander says and fist bumps us all.
"I've got to say, I'm looking forward to the larger venues now. That was so much fun."
Jesse nods. "You say that now, but the minute you set foot in the venue or do sound check, you're going to want to puke. Once you go on for real, you'll calm down fast just like tonight."
I nod. "We really did okay?"
"Jesus, Lucy," Cage says. "If you did any better, they'd have had a riot in here."
"I'd hug you, but I don't want to get your pretty suit full of my sweat."
"To hell with the suit," he says and pulls me in for a hug. "You do me proud," he whispers in my ear.
"You can't know what that means to me." Cage Nichols has worked with some of the biggest names in music and we did him proud.
"I know. You deserve this. Two weeks until the tour. Practices and PR every day until then, except for tomorrow due to travel," he tells us all. We nod our agreement.
"All right, boys and girls," Xander shouts. "Let's go party!"
We laugh. "Shower then party."
***~~~***
We walk down the strip, drinking, gambling, and being outrageously obnoxious. Amazingly Jesse and the guys only get recognized a couple times--likely due to Jesse's haircut that he hasn't shared with the world yet.
The guys are just as hammered as we are, stumbling around laughing. Around two in the morning I get the brilliant idea to scour the entire city of Las Vegas to find the real Elvis, because everybody knows Elvis isn't dead (rolls eyes at self).
I lose track of time somewhere around Caesar's Palace.
***~~~***
Oh my God, my head. Someone kill me. I crack open one eye, or try to, and it hurts like a mofo. I am never drinking that much again. Damn whipped cream Pinnacle and root beer. I take a deep breath and that hurts too. I groan. Jesus, what the hell time did we get in last night? I don't remember anything after looking for Elvis in Caesar's Palace. Fucking Elvis. That was some of the dumbest shit I've ever done. Because everyone knows Elvis is alive. Xander fist bumped me and it was on. He became my partner in crime.