“Jack,” Matt stops playing with his guitar and levels me with a look. “Let’s have it.” He even sets it aside and leans forward with his elbows on his knees to emphasize I have his attention.
“That photo shoot at Eli’s house… they did Mayzie up real pretty and Eli made an inappropriate comment to her,” I say, practically forcing all the words out on one breath. I’m not sure if Matt’s going to see this the way I do, but I have to find out.
He looks down, processing for a moment. “Not cool… what did he say?” he asks, looking back up.
I tell him about Eli’s “kitten” comment, and how he then proceeded to give Mayzie that creepy-ass look that he thought no one else saw.
Matt doesn’t like what he hears. “I don’t know…” he says, looking out the window, trying to make sense of all this. “That crosses a pretty big boundary.”
“I know,” I concede. “I’m pretty fired up about it. Last night he asked why we were coming off a little cool, and we told him. He apologized to us both. Mayzie thinks he’s sincere, and for the most part, it seemed genuine, but…” I shake my head, because I don’t know what the fuck to do. I’m hoping Matt will tell me.
“It’s still fucked up,” he nods.
“Exactly.”
Just then, Penny and Trooper come bounding in, straining against their leashes as Kelly appears behind them. She gives us a quick smile as she unclips them from the leashes and ducks back out of the bus. They come clambering over to me, and as I scratch both their heads, another thought occurs to me.
“Trooper growled at him too, when he was flying Mayzie out to L.A.,” I say, as I pause my affections on the dogs.
“What are you talking about?” Matt asks, whipping his head in my direction. Clearly he’s alerted by this like I was. I fill him in on that part of the story too, and when I’m done, he runs his hands through his hair.
I rub at the back of my neck. “I don’t know. He’s opened so many damn doors for us, and now this Superbowl thing, it’s amazing. And I know it’s not only my decision to make, but would canning him over this be overreacting?” I plead with Matt to be the voice of reason.
“He has done a lot, and who knows what else he can do?” Matt shrugs “A look and a comment seem like a miniscule reason to throw that away over. Plus, we can’t break our contract with him because he eyeballed your wife. But it’s a lot of red flags going up, man. I don’t think you’re overreacting by keeping the gloves up,” he makes sure to give me a reassuring look. “You said he made some heartfelt apology last night?”
“Yeah, and Mayzie believes him. She says it’s all good now.”
“Are you sure she’s not kidding herself because the sailing is so smooth right now, and she’s afraid to rock the boat? You know that’s her M.O.,” he says, holding his hand out.
“Yeah,” I agree, running my hand through my hair and taking a drink of my coffee. “Whenever it comes to her and the band, she makes sure the band comes first.” Mayzie is terrified of the idea of me not having Turn it Up in my life. It’s the one continuous issue that we butt heads over. Because I was part of this band for a decade before meeting her, she’s convinced if things ever went sideways, I wouldn’t be the same. I can never get her to wrap her head around the fact that she is the happiness in my life. If this is why she’s letting this roll off her shoulders, then I need to sit her down and have a serious talk with her. Again. In the end, she’s all that matters. “Should I tell the other guys?” I wonder out loud.
“Maybe,” he answers, staring at the floor before looking up again. “I think we should definitely tell Ron.”
“Okay, yeah.” I take another drink and nod my head vigorously. “Keep him in the know.” I fix my eyes with his so that he gets my level of seriousness when I say, “And I don’t want Eli alone with her. Ever.” I hope to God I’m just making a mountain out of a molehill here, but I can’t help but feel like we’d be tempting fate by not being cautious.
“Agreed.”
“And you don’t think I’m just being an overprotective caveman here?” I tilt my head up at him as he stands.
He rolls his neck and then places his hands on his hips when he answers. “Let’s look at this logically. Eli is a chauvinist who let his professionality slip. He took responsibility and sought out forgiveness. I don’t think that’s something to be rash about and run him out of town over, but we’d have to be pretty fuckin’ dense to ignore warning signs when we see them.”
“Alright,” I say nodding. “Thanks.” I look up at him, and he returns my look of solidarity with one of his own before he turns and busies himself in the kitchenette.
After a moment, Frank, our bus driver, moseys back to give us the heads up that we’re hitting the road in less than an hour, so if we want to get showers in, now’s the time to do it. With that, I stand and stretch and make my way back to the bedroom.
MAYZIE
I step into the small bathroom off of the bedroom, lean into the shower and start the hot water. Once it’s warm, I shrug out of my hoodie, peel off my leggings and step in. My hair has been completely wetted down and I’ve just finished shaving when the Plexiglas door clicks open and in steps Jack. Deliciously naked of course. He gives me a half smile with half-lowered lids before ducking his head under the spray and slicking his now wet hair back with his hand. I give him a small smile back before he steps behind me.
“We’ve got less than an hour before we hit the road,” he informs me, and I nod. I glance at him briefly over my shoulder. He seems somewhat pensive and it makes the back of my neck tense slightly.
“Everything okay?” I ask, and the creases in his forehead instantly relax and he brings his smile up to a higher wattage.
“Oh yeah. I’m just having a hard time waking up today.” I know he’s probably a little keyed up after telling Matt about Eli, but I’d rather move forward so I don’t press it. He dips his head to plant a feather light kiss to my shoulder. It is meant as a simple, sweet gesture, yet I feel goosebumps break out down my entire arm, despite the warmth of the water. I lean back into him, and he wraps his arms around me before bringing his lips to the spot where my neck meets my shoulder, making me tingle. Again, he’s being sweet, but I can’t help letting out a sigh and I feel his body respond to the noise against the small of my back. The atmosphere changes as the steam swirls around us, like it’s putting us under a spell. Jack’s arms cross over my body to cup each of my boobs in the opposite hand as he moves his lips to just below my jaw, eliciting another sigh that turns into a quiet moan. He subtly starts grinding his waking cock against my back as he continues to nip at my neck, my breasts beginning to feel heavy in his hands while the familiar warmth of arousal spreads over me.
He’s hard as a rock in no time, and he steps in front of me to gently back me against the wall of the shower. His hands are on my waist and his thumbs are drawing lazy circles on my hips as he leans down and kisses me senseless. His smooth, warm tongue dives into my mouth, swirling around mine, sealing my desire to go down this road with him right here in this tiny shower. In case he needed confirmation that I’m on board, I moan into his mouth, urging him to keep going. He palms my breasts again, pressing lightly into my nipples with his thumbs and a small cry escapes my mouth when his lips travel down my neck to my collar bone. One hand glides down my stomach to find my clit and start rubbing, and I grip onto his biceps as the pressure sets off the most exquisite ripple through my body. My hips have a mind of their own as they push against his hand. My increasing wetness makes his fingers move easier up and down my slit and I start to pant. He lets out a broken grunt when I reach down with one hand and give him a squeeze. I relish the noise and I want to hear more. I squeeze gently and stroke his hard, thick length, making him groan against my skin. My whole body is starting to thrum and throb and I’m torn between wanting more, and wanting it to lessen so that it can last. I love making him feel this way and I want to give him more.
I slip down the wall and ont
o my knees, his smooth, hard cock brushing against my cheek on my way down. I hear him blow out a ragged breath at the realization of what’s happening. I lean in and bring my mouth down on him, flattening my tongue against the underside of his cock and letting it glide down his length with the rest of my mouth, before pulling back and then repeating the motion. Jack braces both hands against the wall of the shower and curses, giving me even more encouragement. I reach up to cup his balls and am immensely satisfied to find them tighter than a drum.
“Ah… Maze, shit,” He’s thrusting his hips in perfect sync with my rhythm, while trying to practice restraint as the back of my head is near the wall. His forehead drops against the tile between his hands as he tries to keep control.
“Damnit, baby. So good, you’re so good.” I draw on him just a little harder and watch his control weakening.
“Mayzie, I need you back up here,” he pants after only a couple of minutes, but I want to push the envelope just a little farther, like he did with me the day I came out on tour. I keep going, making my strokes harder and longer, craving the reaction of him losing control, knowing it will be hot and urgent.
“Mayzie…” my name is ground out from between clenched teeth and before I know it, he slips from my mouth and his hands are on my elbows, hauling me up. He grabs my ass as my legs go around his waist, and he pins my back against the wall before bringing his face to mine.
“You made your point, Mrs. Krasinski,” he growls with a sexy smirk. “And you’re in trouble now…”
Oh yeah, I’m getting nailed to the wall…
JACK
I hold Mayzie against the wall of the shower, my cock firm against her clit. While I want nothing more than to slam into her, her little stunt brought me too close to the brink, and if I don’t back away a little, I’m going to go off before she has a chance to. I’ll be damned if I let that happen.
I stare her in the eye and she stares back through her lashes, want written all over her face. Without looking away, I keep one arm around her and reach for her body wash with the other. I give the bottle a firm squeeze, letting a huge glob fall to her chest. She gasps at the initial cold shock of the thick liquid making contact with her hot skin, but quickly recovers with a small sigh. Dropping the bottle to the floor, I slather the smooth and slippery substance all over her chest, her boobs, her stomach… until it turns into a thick white foam against her skin.
Feeling like I’ve finally got a grip on my drive, I bring my hands down and shift so that I’m holding Mayzie behind her legs, before finally pushing inside her, her tightness gripping my cock.
I was wrong. It feels too fucking good, and I have to hold us there a moment. She groans, dropping her head back as I slowly draw out to the head and just as slowly push back in again.
“Mmmm…” I moan. “Right there. That’s what I want,” I rasp as I repeat the motion. When it comes to my wife, there is no better way to come than inside her, and I won’t do it any other way. I like full contact with her tight warmth squeezing me hard, not having to break rhythm, free to get lost in her and feel her spasm around me when she gets there. And the emotion I get from the unionization just magnifies the experience. I won’t settle for anything less, every time.
I press my body against hers as I adopt a steady pace, the clean scented foam making our bodies slip and slide against each other. I give my hips a snap against hers, just enough for her ass to hit the wet tile wall with a smack before moving a little faster against her. She cries out in response, further revving me, and she slides up and down the wall as I give her my cock over and over again.
Most of the time when Mayzie and I come together, I try to take my time, making it last as long as possible. I like to savor every touch, kiss, and feeling, making her feel adored and worshipped. I love the euphoria the long, tender lovemaking creates. But every now and then, I have nothing on my mind but making her scream.
“Jack… oh my God,” she moans, and I roll my hips upward to reach her deeper, making a loud cry escape her. I can feel her tightening, and I want her to explode. We’re both covered in the excessive lather now, making our movements so fluid and easy. It’s coating my chest and shoulders and running down my abs. I kiss her again, swallowing her moans, and feeding her some of my own.
“You like when your man gives it to you good?”
“God, yes.”
I’m panting as I continue to thrust inside her, “Whose girl are you?” I fix her eyes intently with mine.
She barely squeaks out on a breath, “I’m yours, baby.”
“That’s right,” I whisper, kissing her neck. I move faster yet, pushing harder inside, really making her lose control of her vocals. She’s crying out harder and louder the closer she gets. Since we’re not alone on the bus, I gently bring my hand up the side of her face and then over her mouth, letting her bite down on the side of it.
“C’mon, baby,” I grunt, trying to coax her to let go of her orgasm and let me have it. Her eyes squeeze shut and she lets out a hard cry mixed with a grunt against my hand as she bites into my skin, knowing from previous times that she can’t hurt me. If anything, it’s a rush and I explode at the exact second I feel her walls spasm around me. Her chest heaves as she gasps, her breathing trying to keep up. The heat from the shower combined with the heat of the moment are making me lightheaded, as I jerk and unload inside her. I curse at the peak, and groan as it begins its decline. I continue to pump long and slow, easing us back down together, before leaning my body fully in to her and pinning her gently against the wall, letting go of her thighs so they can slide down my sides.
I lean an arm against the wall and let it hold me up as my other one stays around her waist to do the same for her. I blow out a long hard breath before pulling her weak and sated body against mine, kissing her forehead, then her lips. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me back. Eventually, we release each other to finish cleaning up, and head back out to join Matt before the bus pulls out of Houston, heading to the next city.
9
Mayzie
Two weeks later, we are on the road heading from Orlando to Jacksonville. We will be there for two nights; the guys doing a show for one, and the other they have off. At least, that’s the plan until Ron reminds them that there is a fundraiser event to open an inner-city community center that focuses on introducing kids to music; the one Eli had mentioned when we last saw him.
The night of the fundraiser rolls around, and while I’m bummed that our night off has to be spent with the guys essentially working, they are only making an appearance, and it’s for a great cause that they fully support.
We also get to stay in the swanky Westingham Hotel where the event is taking place in one of their lavish ballrooms, so there’s that.
I’m in a merlot colored midi dress with a lined lace bodice and cap sleeves that barely pass the tips of my shoulders. I’ve paired it with simple gold jewelry and black strappy stilettos. I’ve left my hair down but in luscious curls swept to one side and held with a gold barrette. Jack is in a black suit and a crisp white shirt with the first few buttons undone. He’s sporting his usual chain, and he’s handsome as hell.
We take the elevator down from our room and wait for the other guys and Ron in the lobby. When the rest of them show up looking all dashing and dapper, we head in to the ballroom that has a décor of reds, golds and creams, brilliantly lit by elaborate chandeliers. There are a hell of a lot of suits and pearls wandering around, and it’s easy to say this is not our usual scene. I’m all about raising money for good causes; I just never understood spending so much in order to do it. I can’t imagine what it costs to throw this kind of shindig, although I’m not hating the four-piece band set up on a small stage in the far corner of the room. They’re playing instrumental versions of top 40 hits, so of course I hear a Turn it Up song now and then.
Eli is, as usual, in a ridiculously expensive power suit, working his way through the crowd, glad-handing and schmoozing before greeting
us when we’ve made our way to the middle of the room. Jack plays nice, but his shoulders are stiff and his jaw is tight, clearly wary of him. And he’s not the only one. After our stop in Houston, he filled Ron in on all of Eli’s off-putting behaviors. I had just wanted to put it behind us, and Jack assured me we would, and that he was just being cautious. Nevertheless, Eli is oblivious to the side eye he is getting from both Jack and Ron. He is here with a petite brunette, who looks uncomfortable in more ways than one as she gazes around with a pinched expression, and occasionally tugs at the bottom hem of her little black dress. She looks insecure with the length, like she’s not used to showing so much leg. It’s almost as if someone told her to wear the garment and it was far from her first choice. Every few minutes, Eli puts a hand on her back and steers her to the next group of people, and I can’t help but look at her face. I’m curious to see what might be going on in her mind, being here with him. She has a small smile in place, but her eyes look like they’re a million miles away. They light up and her smile brightens when Eli leans in to whisper to her and give her hip a squeeze, but her expression slips back to one of vacancy shortly after his attention is diverted again.
When I look from her to Eli, his eyes land on mine. There’s a look of serious interest on his face and I feel sheepish for gawking at his date. I quickly look away, turning my body towards Jack and trying to focus on the conversation he and Matt have picked up.
Chris, being the rowdy one of the group, has to work extra hard to keep a composed demeanor, and it’s amusing as hell watching him struggle to stand still and not pull at his tie.
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