Everybody Falls (19 page)

So damn tight.

Heaven in her wet delicious depths.

Amazingly hot and the feel of her body wrapped around him was best thing he'd ever had in his life.

He loved her.

Jax knew this without a doubt.

He dropped his face to her neck, still panting.

If he had a ring on him, he would've dropped to his knees and immediately ask her to marry him.

She was what his heart had been hurting to have for so long.

A place to be, a place to belong.

His alone.

Which he knew she would've given to him in spades if today had been any measure of how she was every moment of every day.

She didn't even know.

He needed to tell her.

"Lace," he breathed, the pants of his delight still evident in his voice. "This has been the best fucking day of my entire, sorry life."

She didn't say anything back. At least, not out loud. Her hands, her smile spoke volumes, in his mind, as she caressed him.

"Take care of the condom, honey," she murmured at long last.

Huh?

He'd only ever pulled one off and deposited it over the side of the bed, relying on the household or hotel staff to dispose of it in the morning.

Shit!

What were you supposed to do with the fucking thing, he wondered.

Trash?

Flush it down the toilet?

She must've seen he was unsure when she mumbled, "The toilet would be good."

He pulled away and smiled up at her as he gripped the base of the condom before slipping out of her, still watching her eyes. She smiled as he moved, raising himself up and out of her.

Jax felt a warmth running down his lip as he flushed the condom down and away. He must have bit his lip and he grabbed a square of toilet paper to dab it.

Walking back in the dark from the bathroom, his eyes were glued to her body as she moved from the center back to the edge of where she obviously liked to sleep. She'd turned toward the nightstand and he saw her caress the stalk of that flower from the bouquet he'd given her as she pulled the sheet up, tucking up underneath her armpits.

That fullness hit him again. Right in the middle of his chest, filling him so completely he couldn't breathe.

He was in love for the first time in his life.

She was his.

"Sleepy, Lace?" he asked, walking around to the other side of the bed.

"Kind of, honey, she breathed, turning to him as he moved to glide his body underneath the sheet.

He slid in next to her, unable to stop the hands that reached for her, pulling her yielding softness to him.

"So if I said I needed you again…" he murmured, his voice trailing off into the scent of her hair.

He felt her tilt her face up to his and saw her grin as it spread.

"Well," she drawled slowly.

"Yeah," he breathed, lifting, turning again to fit his chest to hers. "Well."

The song in his head was Rob Thomas', "Ever the Same'. Each word standing tall, heart-deep, echoing the deep feelings that didn't seem to have words--the song only touching only the surface of what his heart was saying. What he wished he could express to her.

But, at this moment, he only had his body. To worship her with, to imbue the essence of what was within him into the heart of her.

His Lacey.

Where the first joining between them seemed to reflect the want of their bodies, he needed her to know his heart desired her, too. Needed her even more than his physical yearning of a simple orgasm. He was determined to show her, had to show her how he felt.

She followed him, echoing the strokes of his hands over her warm, soft skin, touching him in long slow, deep caresses that almost left him breathless.

"God, Lace," he breathed against her, his mouth and hands hungry to touch her.

"Baby, can I taste you?" he asked with almost what sounded like to a moan to his own ears.

He heard her gasp.

"I want to feel my tongue against you, giving you pleasure," he said, turning her over onto her back, his mouth gently laying against her lips.

She took a deep breath that he felt against his chest.

"I've never…" she began and he watched her throat move as she swallowed deeply.

"Me either, and we don't have to if you don't want to," he assured her again running his hands over her soft skin. Her legs parted and his heart again began to race at her nonverbal affirmative.

Jax moved slowly down her body, stopping at her breasts to use his tongue to swirl, to lap at her hard peaks.

"Oh, God," he heard her breathe as her body started to move again, squirming as he continued his descent. He raised his head when his mouth reached her navel.

"Love the piercing, Lace," he murmured, smiling before capturing the whole of the ring and jewel between his teeth to lightly pull. Her hips thrusted, her slickness rubbing against his chest as she writhed.

He pushed himself down off the end of the bed and grabbed her behind her knees, dragging her with him. Sitting back on his heels, he released her knees only to press them open wider.

Jax couldn't believe the vision before him. Her deep pink folds glistened with the dew of her arousal. He could see the swollen half-hidden pearl begin to make its appearance. Using his thumbs, he opened her before dropping his face into her cleft, to tongue and to taste.

Her hips left the bed at his first long, slow lick. He glanced up to see her hands gripping and twisting the sheets. Her deep, throbbing moan echoed and his now fully-erect cock pulsed in reply. His tongue danced over her small bud before his lips surrounded the whole of it to suck causing Lacey to cry out in pleasure.

"Is this okay?" he asked on a pause, raising his head just a bit, his eyes doing a slow roam up her body. She shifted herself up onto her elbows and their eyes met.

"Oh, hell, yeah," she breathed with a slow, sexy smile.

He dropped back down, yet kept up their eye contact as his tongue began to stroke moving further down to taste and tease her further. She reached and captured his hair with one hand as he went back up to feast on her now fully exposed button of pleasure. Her hips began to move with purpose and he realized she was rubbing herself against his mouth. His cock flexed again and he could feel his balls drawing upward as the zings of pleasure shot through his body.

He used a finger to sink into her saturated depths, sliding in and out as his mouth continued to suckle and feast.

"Yes," she hissed, pulling lightly on his hair, holding him tighter to her.

He eased another finger in and her hips jerked hard almost loosening his hold on her as her panting turned into deep, throaty groans. His cock was leaking pre-cum and he experienced a full body shiver watching, feeling her react to his hungry mouth.

Her insides were so wet, beginning to clasp as his fingers continued to pump in and out of her, keeping up a deep but slow rhythm. He felt her release the hold she had on his hair before she dropped herself back down to the bed.

Her thigh quivered under his hand and lust shimmered through him at the sound of her sobbing his name, her hands again clutching, straining at the sheet. He gave a wrenching groan as he watched Lacey's orgasm exploded through her, her back arching, whimpering as she flexed.

Jax pulled out slowly before raising himself to his knees and dropping his face into her belly. Her hands reached down to stroke his hair, his shoulders as his hands loving caressed the warm, flushed skin of her beautiful body.

"Oh, my God. That was amazing," she purred as he again moved back up to rest his lips on hers.

"Fuck, yeah. But, I've only seen it done in movies…" he began and watched as Lace, his girl, threw back her head as peals of laughter rang out through the room.

He watched, fascinated by the sight of her mirth; her flushed cheeks, those shining eyes and was humbled by it. Humbled by the sheer glee he heard in her voice over something he'd said that she found funny.

"Oh, please," she begged and he could tell she was trying to get a handle on her merriment.

"What'd I say?" he asked, his eyes travelling over her flushed cheeks, shining eyes and swollen, pink lips.

She angled her face back down and kissed him sweetly, lightly even though her mouth still twitching, trying to hold her giggles in.

"Uhm, didn't you tell me that your Grams said you followed directions pretty good?" she asked. "So, you learned that particular skill, your whole tongue thingie from porn movies?"

He got it. She was teasing him.

"Uh-huh. We had a shitload of porn when we used the bus on tour. There wasn't anything to do except video games, watch porn, sleep and eat," he admitted. "I guess I paid attention."

She went off again as he spoke.

Only this time he joined in her laughter.

Jax moved to the side, his head sharing her pillow, wrapping an arm around her waist and sliding a leg over hers.

The quiet moved between them again and Jax saw her yawn.

"Tired, Lace?" he asked, feeling a yawn creep up on him as well.

"I don't know that I'd use quite
that
word to describe what I'm feeling," she said turning her body so they were nose to nose. "Satisfied? Boneless, maybe?"

She sighed, staring deeply into his eyes.

"Can I do you, now?" she whispered.

"You don't have to," he whispered back. "I wanted to do that for you. Just for you, Baby."

"Oh, Jack," she moaned, sliding one arm underneath his to rub his back as she kissed him gently. "It was a gift, honey. What you did to me was…incredible."

He liked hearing that she'd enjoyed it as much as he had.

He wasn't sure he wanted her to give him a blow job. The groupies had tended to either suck him off or give hand jobs and, he didn't want the memories popping up like they had when Lacey had used her hand on him earlier.

"I'd rather be inside you again," he said slowly, consideration heavy in his voice. "If you're not too sore."

Her eyes became unfocused and he felt her give a little hip wiggle. Was she assessing how she was feeling between her legs?

"A little raw, but not too bad," she admitted with a smile and a soft caress down his back.

He smiled and made a move to kiss her back before raising his head up abruptly. "So, where'd you throw the rest of the condoms?"

She giggled and disentangled her arm to wave behind her.

"I think I threw them on the floor, but, I can't be sure. I was, uh, kind of intent, uhm, previously," she explained.

This time, it was Jax that threw his head back with laughter at her admission.

And, she wasn't putting it lightly. She had been in that moment, totally into him and what they'd been doing, what they'd been about to do.

"My little tiger," he murmured as his lips moved back to hers.

"Tiger?" she asked when he finally raised his head up.

"Yeah, Baby. Tiger. First you attacked the damn condoms with your teeth and claws. Then you attacked me with your mouth and that wet, tight…," he began and stopped. He had been going to use a word that she may not have liked. "Then, you mewled and purred and moaned so fucking sexy. Tiger. Yep, that fits."

He got a pillow in the face in reply, letting him know his girl might not like the analogy so much.

"C'mere, honey," he heard her giggle. "Let your little Tiger make her big, badass Rocker feel good."

Man, did she ever.

Chapter 16

Afterward, I started breakfast while Jack, my Jack, took a shower.

My emotions were all over the place, as I cooked. I knew I had developed feelings for him, deep feelings. Sharing sex had only intensified them. Logically, there was no way he could reciprocate the love that was growing.

Jack was a world-renown star. He could have any woman he wanted. I was just some small-town baker he could spend time with as he worked through his demons while he was in town. We both knew I was just a distraction, a momentary amusement, while he completed his court ordered time with his Grams.

Yet, it was so different than what my heart wanted.

This was something I was going to have to think about when I wasn't in the middle of 'Jax Fever'.

His arms encircled my waist as he dropped a short kiss to my shoulder just as I was finishing the bacon and sausages.

"How do you want your eggs, honey?" I asked, trying to talk around the lump in my throat that'd developed when I thought of him leaving to head back to his regular, rock-star life.

"Scrambled is fine, Tiger," he said, moving away to get a cup of coffee and doing a refill on mine.

"I love that you can cook," he said eying me over the rim of his mug.

I turned back to the stove. "It's no big thing, Jack. A lot of girls know how."

"I love that you cook for me, then," he amended with a smile.