Sidewalk Flower
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“You feel like heaven, darlin’.” His silky blond hair fell into his face while he held himself up on those strong forearms of his and rocked inside her. She’d dreamed of being that lucky girl lying under him who brushed it out of his face but with it loose and dangling, he looked devilishly handsome. She squeezed her vaginal muscles each time he thrust in. The base of his cock rubbed mercilessly against her clitoris and set her on the edge of orgasm spasms. “I don’t know how much longer I can last,” he said to her as his face became more serious.
The truth was, he’d lasted so very long. Not just with this incredibly hot lovemaking, but since they’d first met. He’d put up with so much from her. She’d never felt so much like anyone’s gift before tonight.
“Cum inside me baby.”
She couldn’t fight the urge any longer to run her fingers through his hair so she brushed a few pieces from his face, wanting to see what he looked like when he came. She let him ease her right leg up as he bent her knee to her chest and pressed deeper into her. “Lucky,” she let out a little too loudly as she began to feel the tickly swirling of her orgasm. He smiled but kept his concentration. “Oh baby. I’m so close,” she told him.
“Look at me, Trista,” he said panting. She’d forgotten and closed her eyes. Opening them back up and staying locked on his gaze, she saw pure, raw satisfaction staring back at her as his mouth gaped and he thrust his cock into her the final few times. As his cum spurted inside her, his hips ground against hers until he was spent and finally, her own orgasm ripped through her. She felt herself clenching at him as he stayed inside her. He got the cutest little wrinkle between his eyebrows.
“You’re amazing, Trista.”
“Thank you,” she said, playing with a long lock of his sexy hair. “But you’re in trouble.”
“What? Why?”
She smiled so he’d know she was just playing, although the idea of an audience did make her queasy here in the trailer park. “I think I just saw Gramma’s porch light turn on. And I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”
She locked her legs around his trim waist when he tried to get up and go for his jeans.
“You wouldn’t,” he said.
“Oh yes, I would.” She winked. “I love you.”
“I love you too, darlin’.”
He hadn’t asked her to repeat the promise this time. Guess it was written all over her face. He made her feel like she was the only girl in the world.
Epilogue
Two years later…
The venue was packed with anxious concert goers. They’d arrived early as they knew how horrible the traffic was getting into this amphitheater. It was nearly a sixty-mile drive from their new home, technically Lucky’s old place on his family’s land only now with a granny flat in the back for Gramma. And a sewing room for her. And a nursery for whoever might be on the way.
“Baby, I have to use the bathroom.”
“Are you gonna be sick?”
“Um, we’ll see.” She posed with her hands up and an iffy smile.
“We should have just invited everyone to our place. You know Dad and Uncle Bear are dying to see Maryella before she’s driving.”
“You’re so silly; you know there’s plenty of time before that happens. I’ll be fine. I’ll be right back.” She blew him a kiss and made her way through the masses in search of the bathroom.
There had to be at least 40,000 plus fans packed in here, eagerly standing around in the thick July air, buying t-shirts and posters, waiting in line for concessions and the bathroom.
Oh no, that’s the line? Dammit.
It wasn’t like she’d never peed herself but not smelling disgusting and having itchy thighs was always preferable.
“Excuse me.” She walked to the front of the ladies’ line and tapped on a young woman’s shoulder. “Excuse me, I’m pregnant and I really have to pee. Can I cut in front of you?” She should offer up Jaxon for the night but in her heart, hoped he’d hit her over the head for even thinking it. That was her ridiculous past she could look back on and laugh at now. The young woman stood there checking her out, not looking like she was gonna make the deal.
“I know I don’t look it but I’m one month along.” She should offer up Stefan. The girls had always gone craziest for him. “Please,” she persisted one last time as her bladder seemed to shrink to the size of a pea. And then her nausea rolled in. “Um, uh…I think I’m gonna puke.”
The threat of puke—her saving grace. The young woman stepped aside, all the while checking her out.
Inside the stall, she sat on the toilet seat, spread eagle as best she could in case she needed to tuck her head and vomit between her legs. Men had it so easy. It only took a minute until she knew the “any time a day it felt like striking” sickness was about to pay her a visit. She aimed as best she could and hurled. Dammit if she hadn’t missed her mark and ruined her favorite giraffe print cloth Mary Janes.
After collecting herself, she made it to the sink to wash up as best she could. She was standing there rinsing her shoe when she felt a tap on her shoulder. It was the young woman so terrified of being puked on she’d pissed off a whole line of full female bladders behind them.
“Are you okay?” the young woman asked.
“Oh um, yeah. Better now. Thank you so much for letting me cut. I made it just in time. So, you’re a pretty big Sin Pointe fan?” She didn’t really have to ask. The homemade fringing and v-neck cut-out this girl had made to her Stefan t-shirt said it all.
The girl just stared blankly back. “Well, thanks again, I hope you enjoy the show. I have to get back to hubby.” Maybe she’d find the girl later and get her a Stefan-bear-hug.
“Wait,” the woman said then frowned.
“I’m sorry sweetie, but you know how boys can be. Mine’ll be going crazy worrying right about now and you’ll want to be getting to your seat soon. I think the intro music is starting.”
“Trista? It’s me, Lily.”
“Oh my God, Lily?” She hugged her little sister so tightly, she nearly peed herself again. “I can’t believe you’re here.” Of all the places. “Where are you sitting? There’s someone really special I’d like you to meet.”
“Oh, okay. I’m in the front row on Stefan’s side,” she said.
Wow, her seats with Lucky were on the lawn. A pounding bass intro shook the grass and the railing she leaned against. The show was starting. This was just too crazy! They’d obviously have to talk afterwards. But for now, she’d let her baby sister go enjoy all that was Stefan. “Hey, here’s my number. After the show, would you like to catch up?” She wouldn’t mention the fact that they’d be catching up with Jaxon, Stefan, Will and Marion as well. That would be a surprise.
“Of course, I’d love to.”
They exchanged numbers and one last hug. “See you soon, Lily.” Who couldn’t say that with a smile? As long as she didn’t pass out from this extra boost of adrenaline, she’d try and fill Lucky in on the crazy wonderful news.
“Are you kidding me? You’re serious? Your little sister, Lily is here? Wow.”
Chanting filled the air as people of all ages and stations in life sang every word to the first song.
“I know! I almost peed myself, puked on her and then passed out on the way back here to tell you baby.”
Lucky squeezed her hand and then kissed the side of her head as he moved his hand to her belly. It was flat and looked nothing like that of the pregnant woman she’d morph into over the next eight months.
“And did things seem okay between the two of you? You know, since you haven’t seen each other in so long?”
“Yeah, I think so. She seemed a little quiet but interested in meeting up after the show. Oh, and take one guess who her favorite is?”
“Oh geez, Jaxon?”
“No, Stefan!”
“Hmm, figures. He’s pretty hot.”
“You goofball. I love you, baby. I can’t believe how good things are turning out. I definitely li
ke this half of my life much much more than the first.”
“You and me both, darlin’.”
* * * *
Lucky looked around at the sea of people and was glad that this time, at his second Sin Pointe concert, he wasn’t searching for the beautiful golden, tangle-haired woman of his dreams because he was sitting right beside her. He’d never been more proud, never felt more like a man than he did in that moment. And had never felt more thankful. Oh Lord, thank you. However you did this for her today, thank you so much.
It would be quite the reunion later on. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous. He held her tight as they sat on their blanket on the lawn section, listening to Stefan’s deep, soulful voice.
“I can’t believe how good this feels, to be here as a fan. If I wasn’t pregnant, I’d be sipping one of those margarita chillers. The blue one looks really good.” Trista pointed her finger toward a young woman who had one a few bunches of people away. The black tips of the woman’s hair dangled dangerously close to taking a dip in the frosty libation.
He leaned in to whisper into her ear. “I’m really proud of you, you know that?”
“Well thank you, baby. But for what?”
“Just for being you and you know, for overcoming so much stuff. I can’t tell you how proud I am of you. The woman you are and the mother you’re going to be. And how happy I am that you found your sister.”
“Oh, Lucky, you’re gonna make me cry.”
“I’m sorry, darlin’. I don’t want that. I want you to have a good time tonight. Enjoy yourself.”
* * * *
She wanted that, too. They’d worked so hard getting the new wood working shop up and running and handling all the renovations to their house. It had taken the better part of the last year to get to a point where they felt like they could take a night off like this, to breathe. Tonight was a celebration of many wonderful things.
“We’re gonna be so good to this baby.” She smiled at the thought.
“Promise me something, Lucky?”
“Anything.”
“Promise me you’ll always know what a good man you are and how special you are to me. And how truly lucky and blessed I am that you were that guy who waited around for me.”
His eyes, for a split second, became shinier, and he looked like he might be the one holding back tears. She softly stroked the area just above his cheek bone with her thumb.
“You were worth the wait, darlin’. Every single crazy second.” He smiled at her and it was the one she loved. It lit up his softly tanned face and made his blue Tennessee-boy eyes pop with life. The patch of whiskers she loved to watch whenever he bit his bottom lip moved for her. She had found herself one gorgeous, tall, blonde, long-haired, southern man. And that good-looking package was wrapped up around and holding in one of the truest and best hearts she’d ever known a human being to have. She couldn’t wait to introduce him to Lily later.
The accompanying light show began with the third song and Lucky helped her up so they could see over the crowd.
The new music was brilliant. It was the first time she’d been at a Sin Pointe concert and hadn’t known every word to every song. And true to form, the guys didn’t introduce each title; there was no need with such fervent fans. That’s why midway through the show, she was surprised to see Stefan step up to the mic to talk and not sing.
“Shh….” The crowd obeyed Stefan’s deep, intoxicating voice as he commanded them with a finger to his lips for quiet. “We have a very special guest in the house tonight. We won’t embarrass her by calling her up here, but baby girl—we love you and this one’s for you.”
She clenched a hand to her mouth and the other over her heart. “Oh, I love you guys,” she whispered. Lucky gave her a squeeze and smiled. Listening as carefully as she could, she leaned back further into his chest as he supported her. She clasped his hands with hers and snuggled them closely to her belly. He kissed the top of her head then the song began.
Jaxon entered with a longer guitar solo than normal. The sound was hollow, but only at first. It gained depth as his fingers pleasured the strings; the chords came out of their echoes and turned fuller. After a few more seconds, the rest of the band joined in. Stefan sang with such a rich and throaty texture in his voice that she had a hard time pulling the lyrics at first. But soon, as if she was the only one in the place, they became loud and clear.
“I hurt you, and let you down. I was never around. I should have been lifting you up, you were the one good thing…I let you down. Lucky for you, the right one came around and I see you’re happy now. All I had, I set it free. The better part of me. I had to set you free, the best part of me.”
She couldn’t have said it better herself. She reached her left hand up to find Lucky’s face a foot above her head. The silver band that encircled her ring finger shined in the lights that bounced off the stage.
She had been set free to find something good. And she had been very lucky. Somebody up there definitely liked her.
“Baby, I don’t know about you, but this music is making me want to, you know…”
She felt Lucky’s chin skim down to tickle her ear. “Have hot custom made coffee table sex with your husband?”
“You’re a nut.” She brought his fingers to her lips for a kiss. “Yes, Lucas.”
“Have I ever told you how lucky I am?”
She just smiled and leaned further into his strong chest.
The End
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