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“Yeah, don't call me Benny.“

“But it's cute.“ I pull back to look him in
the eyes.

“No. Never.“ He narrows his eyes.

“But—“

“No.“

I give him a shove in the shoulder and go
back by Jesse. I huff as I sit in the seat and cross my arms.
Childish? Yes. But he's the one who brought up the brother thing
and I wanted to have a nickname for him.

“Aww,“ Kennedy says, “fighting like siblings
already.“

“I just wanted a nickname for him,“ I say
with a pout. Jesse grins next to me and lifts a brow at Ben.

“You can have a nickname for me,“ Ben
affirms. “Just not Benny.“

“Well, now I don't know what to call you!“ I
can't think of any other nicknames. I'm not really good at coming
up with things like that and no one else bothers to help me.

“You'll come up with one eventually,“ Ben
assures me. “'Til then I'll just be your big bro.“

A smile tugs at my lips. “That works.“

“Good. Now I'm going to crash until we get
back to LA. This hangover is fucking killer.“

Everyone mumbles their agreement. Jesse lifts
the armrest and tugs me close. He tucks a pillow underneath his
head as he lays half-on and half-off of the two chairs. When I
crawl on top of him, he lifts his legs and swings them over the
edge.

I snuggle in close and breathe him in. My
husband. I still can't believe it. I look up just to check… and
he's looking at me. His lips lift in a grin, his dimples winking at
me.

“It's real,“ he tells me again.

Tears well up in my eyes as I nod.

“I love you, Luce.“

I sniffle. “I love you, Jesse.“

“Let's get some rest.“

I rest my head on his chest, listening to him
breathe, but it's the beat of his heart that lulls me to sleep. My
husband's heart.

I'M DANCING WITH Jesse in a club. People surround
us, the beat slow and thick, vibrating through us as our bodies
sway against one another. It's just like that night, the night we
ended up all over YouTube and the Internet, only it's different, he
looks younger. The club is pulsing and hot and sweat is beading on
my body. No one is paying Jesse any attention. No one even seems to
recognize him. They're staring at me. I can feel their eyes. I
ignore it and focus on the sensations Jesse's bringing forth.

His cock is hard in his jeans and it's pressing
right against my throbbing clit. I wish we were naked, no barriers.
Just him slipping hot and hard inside of me as he lifts my legs,
resting his hand on my bottom, while I hook my ankles at his
back.

I meet his gaze, his eyes nearly black with desire,
mirroring my own. I cup his cheeks then lean in for a kiss only for
him to pull back. He smirks when I can't hide my confusion.

“
What's going on?“ I ask.

“
No kissing.“

“
Why not?“

“
Kissing makes it something it's not. The one-time
fucks, we don't kiss. Ever.“

“
Jesse, we're married. What are you talking
about?“ I'm starting to panic now as the crowd shouts along with
the song booming in the background.

He laughs. “Married? What shit have you been
smoking? I don't do marriage. Ever. Fuck, I've never even had a
girlfriend in my life.“

My brow furrows. What the fuck is going on?

“
You're just that girl with the schoolgirl crush.
Let's go fuck and see if I'm as good as in your fantasies.“ He's
cold yet sensual and I'm having a hard time resisting him,
especially when he slides his finger inside my pants and thrusts it
into my wet pussy. Jesus. Right here in the middle of a
club.

“
No one cares,“ he tells me as if he knows what
I'm thinking.

“
But this'll end up all over—“ I begin.

“
Nah. No one knows who you are.“

“
Really?“

He shrugs. “I don't even know who you are. Just that
you're Lucy from the Chicago airport. Should I know who you
are?“

I'm so confused. “I—I guess not.“

He nods then smirks. “I'm going to fuck you right on
the table. Right there,“ he points. “Then you can tell me if
reality beats fantasy.“

I don't know this Jesse. I don't recognize him. He'd
never expose me in public.

My body betrays my mind. I'm not in control at all.
I feel like I'm floating as he walks over to the table and sits me
down, his thumb circling my clit while he fingers me. When my ass
comes in cold contact with the table, I realize he's removed my
pants. When I look up again, his gaze is even more heated as he
dips his head low to suck on my nipple.

I'm completely naked, sitting on a table in the
middle of a club, and Jesse Kingston is finger-fucking me with
people everywhere. Why don't I care? He adds a second finger and I
moan. It feels so fucking good, so good, I start moving against his
hand.

“
That's it, baby, show me what you want. Fuck my
fingers like you want to fuck my cock,“ he tells me before biting
my bottom lip and sucking on it.

His thumb presses harder and I can't hold off the
orgasm. I come right there. In front of everyone and they all
shout. I don't know if it's because I'm coming or if it's to the
song. My mind is hazy and filled with lust when Jesse pulls out his
cock, hard and huge.

“
I'm going to fill you up and fuck you so you
never forget what I feel like inside of you.“

I couldn't. I wouldn't forget. I want to tell him
this, but my lips won't move. My brain is barely working but my
body, oh my body is fully alive.

He slips on a condom then thrusts into me. Pain
blisters through my vagina. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I whimper and he
smirks.

“
That cherry is mine. I'm adding it to the
collection of the rest who put me on their fantasy list.“ He holds
himself still for a few minutes as I adjust. He winks then moves a
little and while it burns, it's not as bad as before.

“
Better?“ he asks.

I nod, trying to open my mouth.

“
You don't get to talk. Just fuck.“

Why? But I can't ask. I can't do anything but feel
as Jesse pulls his cock back before thrusting inside again. He
leans me back on the table, resting his elbows on either side of my
head. He sucks on my neck, finding the spot only he can find and I
moan. My pussy gets wetter and I know he feels it when he groans
aloud.

“
There you go. Relax and fuck me back. Let me take
that pussy on the ride you've been begging me for. So hot and
tight, wet with your juices.“ He grunts and moves faster inside me,
his bare chest abrading my nipples, adding more sensation to my
already overloaded body.

I feel my clit begin to pulse as his cock slips in
and out of me, hitting that incredible bundle of nerves that has me
lifting and lowering my hips to match his rhythm: hot, hard, and
deep.

He bites my neck and growls. “Damn, you're a good
fuck for a virgin, baby. Yeah, scratch me, kitten. Give me what you
want me to see to try and convince me you're the one for me.“ He
fucks me harder as he smirks.

“
You need to come,“ he tells me.

My head tips back and I let out a whimper when he
fingers my clit and sends me over the edge. I come and come and
come.

He meets my gaze as he lets go, his face contorting
in pleasure, his moan long and loud. He grunts and keeps
thrusting.

“
Fuck, baby,“ he breathes when he stills. “I think
I need to get your name and number. You're a damn good
fuck.“

I look at him, confused.

“
You can talk now. What's your name,
baby?“

Wow. How drunk must he be if he knew my name before
we fucked but forgets it the minute we're done. Or had he forgotten
the whole time. Was that what calling me “baby“ was all about? I
wonder if this is something that he does regularly—conveniently
forgetting the woman's name after he gets what he wants.

I wet my lips with my tongue. “Lucy.“

“
Yeah, that's right,“ he replies while he tosses
the condom into a trash can and tucks his cock back into his pants.
“You wanna hook up when I come to town?“

“
You mean be fuck buddies?“

He chuckles. “Kinda, yeah. You'd be one of my
'regulars'. You know, my regular girl when I'm in town.“

“
Yeah, sure.“ What the hell am I doing? What the
hell is going on? I didn't even say that but it came out of my
mouth. Is this what it would have been like if I'd have met him
after a show back then? Is that what this is?

“
Let me help you there,“ he murmurs and dips a
napkin into some ice water. “I don't normally do this kind of pussy
stuff, but you've got some blood and that lacy thong you've got is
entirely too sexy to be ruined by virgin blood.“

Like it doesn't matter that I just gave him my
virginity.

Yeah, I don't like this Jesse at all.

“
Hand me your phone,“ he tells me, handing me the
napkin. “I'll add my number to your phone while you clean yourself
up.“

Well, alright then. I wipe my sore and rather raw
pussy with the coolness of the napkin then scramble to get
dressed.

I'm so dizzy I sway to the side and Jesse
laughs.

“
What did they give you, baby?“ he asks with a
laugh.

“
What?“

“
What'd you take?“

“
I don't know.“

He laughs again. “And to think you looked so
innocent standing there. You were ready to go all bad girl, weren't
you? If you weren't as sore as I know you are, I'd fuck you again
right now.“

My traitorous pussy gets wet.

“
I'm not this girl,“ I tell him.

“
You are. You're just like the rest. They all
think they know who I am. They all think they know what I want,
what I need. Right now, this is exactly what I want and need.
Nothing more. Hell, I don't do relationships. You should know this,
right? Since you've been following me since the beginning.“ I don't
respond, I can't. I can only stare at this asshole version of Jesse
that I really, really don't like.

He hands me back my phone. “I'll be in town for a
few more days. Let's hook up tomorrow night after the show.“ He
hands me tickets and a VIP pass. “The pass will get you to the
after party. I'll see ya then.“ With a wink and a laugh, he walks
off. I watch as a blonde with big boobs that are, no doubt, fake,
slinks up to him and rubs against him.

“
How come you don't talk dirty to me like that
when we fuck?“ she whines.

He doesn't answer her but instead responds with a
grab of her ass.

Thoroughly disgusted, I straighten my shirt and see
a pair of blue eyes staring at me from one table over. It's Xander
with a red Mohawk. God, they're only in their early twenties! How
did I get here?

One side of Xander's mouth lifts. He crooks a finger
at me and I walk over. I don't sit. “He's not ready for you yet.
Not here, not now and if I'd met you here and now, I'd have taken
you from him. I would never have treated you like that, even
then.“

“
Then?“

“
Then is now. Past. You were right to wait to meet
him. Right now, he's not the guy you know. You needed to see this
so you would stop questioning if you made the right decision. You
did.“

I blink and Xander disappears. The room goes black
and I jolt upright.

I gasp.

“It's just a little turbulence,“ Xander says
beside me.

I look up into those blue eyes that just
haunted my dreams. “It feels like more than that.“

“It does, doesn't it?“

I nod. “I don't know how, but thank you.“

He tilts his head and one side of his mouth
lifts in a small, sad smile. “Always live life with no regrets.
That was the message she sent.“

“Um, this is weird.“

“Fuckin' A it is,“ he replies.

“Who sent the message, Xander?“

“Lily. Your Aunt Lily.“

I gasp again, jolting awake again, this time
for real.

“It's just some wicked turbulence, Luce,“
Xander tells me.

I carefully look up at him.

“You alright?“ he asks, concern filling his
sapphire eyes.

“Yeah. Just a dream.“

“I had one too about some chick named Lily.
Never met anyone named Lily before. Was fucking strange.“

I snort.

“Yours too?“

“You have no idea.“ Well, maybe he does…