B tilted her head back on a moan when his hand came around, cupping her breast. “Get in the car John Edward.” She threw back a saucy grin, using his legal name. “You’re gonna have a ride home like I had a ride here.”
“Buckle up,” he gave her a look.
“I’ll buckle up now, but two miles down the road,” she flirted with him, sticking her index finger in her mouth and letting it go with a loud pop, “That cock will be deep down my throat.”
He shut the door and blew out a breath. A drunk Bianca was a sexy as hell Bianca, but he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep the damn car on the road. Knowing what she was going to try, he’d damn sure do his best.
They drove along in silence until they left behind the lights of Bowling Green. Porter Pike was dark, and with the night being a winter one, the only illumination they had was the moon. True to her word, two miles out down the road she undid her seat belt, leaning over the console.
“Eyes on the road, hands on the wheel, handsome,” she whispered in his ear. “Let me rock your world the way you rocked mine.”
He couldn’t say no when she undid the button and zipper on his jeans, pushing them away and pulling down his boxers to free his length from what had felt like a prison for most of the night. He’d been on edge, and he couldn’t help it – when her mouth enveloped him – he thrusted hard, all the way back to her throat.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned, gripping the steering wheel in between his fingers, widening his eyes so that he didn’t lose track of the road he drove on. “That’s it,” he encouraged when he felt her tongue swirl against his sensitive head, bathing it in the warmness of her saliva. “Get it wet, B. Get it wet and take it all the way down.”
She followed his demand, blowing his mind when she hollowed out her cheeks, sucking deeply. He gulped loudly when she grasped his balls in between her fingers, squeezing lightly. “Babe,” he thrust into her mouth. “You feel so fucking good.”
He was on edge and they both knew it. Before long he felt her fingers grasp his length and start jacking him in a slow but steady rhythm. He thrust, she jacked, he withdrew, she hollowed her cheeks. It was an orchestrated effort until he picked up speed, and she followed, chasing his length when he tried to pull away faster.
Finally, he took one hand off the wheel, threaded is fingers through her hair, shoving her down further on his cock, fucking her face. “Take it, please take it,” he begged, breathing so heavily, the window was starting to fog.
Out of nowhere, the orgasm flew through him and he filled her mouth, thrusting even deeper. But B was a world class giver of head, and she took it like one. With a satisfied sound, she cleaned him up, put him back in his pants, smirked, and sat back down in her seat.
“You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?” he asked, chest still heaving as he turned into their driveway.
She nodded. “It makes me feel like the luckiest woman in the world, because nobody satisfies you the way I do.”
He put the car in park, leaned over, and took her lips in his. “And no one ever will. Always remember that.”
Chapter Thirteen
One of the awesome things about being on Christmas break was that Bianca could stay up late and watch the sets Jagger played at Wet Wanda’s. Between lesson plans, grading papers and evening events at school, these past few months she’d had responsibilities that kept her away from his shows for the first time since they’d been together. They’d both been resigned to the fact that as she advanced further in her teaching career, they had different job obligations that might conflict from time to time.
Bianca shifted in her seat. She still hadn’t told him about the opportunity she had to possibly go and teach in New Orleans. She’d applied for the special seminar, not for a minute thinking she would be picked, but they’d sent her notification a few days ago. It would mean a week during the summer in the Big Easy, and she wasn’t sure her small-town guy would go for it. She was proud of herself, and it hurt not to share in her excitement with him, but she knew when it was time to talk about it they would. There would be a perfect time, and it would present itself soon.
“I’m happy you could come see the show tonight, babe. You excited?” he asked, as they sat in the backroom of her old employer. It reminded him of the first time they’d done this. He could almost still see what she was wearing, could picture the look on her face as she’d watched him warm up.
She gave an enthusiastic nod as she watched him strum his guitar. She swayed as he hummed softly, staring at her with the most adoring look on his face. These were moments she’d never forget, moments she held the closest to her heart. On long days in the classroom, these were the memories she thought of. There was something so hypnotic about the way he played. It soothed her more than anything else could. Taking in his guitar, the cut, the gauges in his ears, and the faded jeans, she smirked. Pointing to his guitar, she spoke. “That thing has seen some better days.”
He smirked back at her, his dark eyes dancing in the low light of the room. “I’ve had this since I moved out of my parents’ house. It’s seen me through some really hard times, but also some really good times. You’re right though, it’s kind of on its last legs. The sound is even a little off, but luckily for me, nobody notices.”
The guitar was beaten up and in some places the varnish had worn completely off, exposing the wood underneath. If she had to describe it with a phrase, it would be well-loved.
“That’s not the reason everyone comes to see you, and we both know it,” she teased him, giggling when he ducked his head. “Don’t be embarrassed, handsome. Everybody likes to watch your sexy ass up on stage. Can’t say as I blame them, you have the swagger of an outlaw and the voice of an angel.”
He stopped his strumming and gifted her with a bright smile. Giving her a wink, he moved the guitar further up on his knee. “You know the only one I’m singing to out there is you, right?”
Cocking her head to the side, she got up, walked over and put her arms around his neck. Leaning down so that she was even with him, she kissed his cheek first, then the side of his mouth. “I know, that’s why I’m front and center any time I can be.”
“C’mon pretty boy,” they heard the raspy croak of Wanda’s voice. She’d been a smoker the last thirty-five years and you could hear it in every word she spoke. “The crowd wants ya and mama needs a new pair of shoes. Not even my girls can fill this place up the way you do, hot stuff.”
He pressed his lips together, hoping his face wasn’t burning as red as it felt. “I got it all under control. They’ll have a good time tonight.”
They could hear the hooting, hollering, whistling, and stomping of feet. The crowd was restless. They always were a few minutes before he went on, they were very ready for him to go out there and do his thing.
Minutes later, Bianca stood in the crowd with the other Heaven Hill members and significant others that’d come out for the show. Waiting for him to come on made her stomach clench, because she was so excited. Standing with her friends, she screamed along with them. They were loud as always and she stuck her arm around Meredith, both of them smiling for a selfie while they waited for him to take the stage.
“I don’t know how you do this,” Meredith cut her eyes at a pair of women barely dressed for summer, much less almost Christmas. They wore shirts that proclaimed them Jagger Stone Fans. “They’re like a pack of hungry wolves.”
B screwed her mouth into a frown as she looked at her friend. “You’re asking me this? Your husband is the Tyler Blackfoot. When he walks into a room, people stop everything they’re doing. Hell, even men look at Tyler like they want to find out what he’s got going on under his cut. When you compare the two of them, I kinda think they match up.”
Meredith glanced around them, noting the crowd, the scantily clad women, and the crushing noise as they waited. “Nah, I think yours is in a league of his own. Most people are way too afraid to approach Tyler.”
As Jagger took the stage, and
those words rang in her ears – she’d never felt more proud of her man – or to wear his ring. He owned the stage, almost as much as he owned riding on the back of his bike. He had a seat on a stool someone had brought him, situating himself so that he was comfortable. She watched as he rolled up the sleeves on his button down shirt and unbuttoned a few of the top buttons. Smiling to herself, she caught sight of the gold cross he wore around his neck.
There had never been a hotter man in her life, and she loved everything about him. Modern day prodigal son described him perfectly. He walked the edge between a bad ass and a man of faith, but he did it in such a truthful way that she never questioned his loyalty. She never questioned who he loved, what he stood for, or the values he held close.
Jagger Stone was his own man, and he was damn comfortable in the worn jeans encasing his tight thighs. She glanced around at the women watching him, realizing again exactly how lucky she was.
“How are y’all doin’ tonight?” he asked after he’d performed two songs. Two was usually how long it took for his heartbeat to calm down, his adrenaline to level out, and his voice to go steady. There was no doubt in his mind he loved being on stage, but it always took him a little bit to become comfortable. That was a big reason as to why he’d never entertained any of the record companies who’d tried to court him.
The crowd screamed back at him, causing him to smile brightly down at his wife. There were few things in the world he loved more than being on stage, but she was one of them. She was the only other thing that could calm him down and give him a sense of belonging. Her arms, the back of his bike, and the stage were the things that made him feel like home. Running his hands through his already sweaty hair, he spoke clearly into the microphone.
“So we’re pretty much just days from Christmas here. Anybody got last minute shopping to do?”
He watched as B raised her hand and screamed along with the crowd. He couldn’t tell if she was having a good time, or if she were telling the truth. Either way, he decided to call her out. “Well I’ll be damned. My wife is in the front row and she just admitted she’s got some shopping to do yet. It better not be my present, I got hers a month ago.”
The girls in the crowd oohhed as he said those words. He wasn’t sure if they were reacting because he already had her gift or if they were telling B she was taking too long getting his gift. He decided to play into it.
“No sleeping on the couch for me,” he winked as he went into the next song. It was one of B’s favorites and he purposely did it, searching her eyes out with his. He winced when he changed chords and the guitar sounded a little off. No one probably caught it besides him and maybe Bianca, because she’d listened to him play so often. He realized it might truly be time to hang up his old friend.
Out in the crowd, Bianca had a moment of clarity about what she could get him. A secret smile on her face, she couldn’t wait to make a road trip.
Chapter Fourteen
“Do you wanna come to Nashville with me today?” B spoke into her phone as she navigated morning traffic on Porter Pike, a few days later. Just because she was off work didn’t mean everybody else in Warren County was, but today she had time to be patient if she needed to be. It was a nice change from the constant rush of her everyday life. Instead of getting pissed off at the asshole who had just turned in front of her, cutting her off, she let her foot off the gas and flipped him off under the dashboard. If she’d been rushed, Bianca would have laid on the horn, cursed loudly, and boldly flipped him off in plain view.
There was a sigh on the other end of her line, followed by a soft curse. She could hear fingers beating on a keyboard. “Why the hell not? The muses aren’t talking to me today anyway. Can you come pick me up at my office?”
Jessica, Layne’s wife, was an ex-actress who made her living now as a hugely successful romance writer. Lately, she’d gotten even more popular and her deadlines were almost as tight as a virgin on prom night. Bianca hated even calling her but figured even she could use a day off every once in a while. She’d started renting an office space downtown to cut down on distractions during her work days but she was an early riser, so if things weren’t flowing for her by eight, they weren’t going to be.
“Be there in fifteen.” Bianca grinned. She’d been willing to make the hour trek to Nashville on her own, but it was much nicer when a friend came along with her. Throwing her phone in her cup holder, she cranked up her tunes and followed the flow of traffic.
Jagger yawned as he took their stairs two at a time. He had to work today while B went Christmas shopping. She’d mentioned going to Nashville and he’d watched with longing as she’d backed out of the driveway. Like a little kid, he was jealous she got to have a fun day while he dealt with the responsibilities of adult life. But he knew he would have more days with her next week. Just as he was about to walk out the door, his cell phone rang. A number he’d programed in after many calls flashed across the screen.
“Son of a bitch.”
The call was from the power company, meaning he’d forgotten to pay the one bill he was responsible for in their household. He’d only forgotten and had the power turned off once, but it had still been embarrassing. This was their warning. If he didn’t pay it within a few days they’d be shut off, and he didn’t have time for that, nor did he want to be on the receiving end of his wife’s sometimes sharp tongue. She had this voice he called her teacher voice, made him shudder even though he’d never been her student.
Rifling through their mail on the catchall inside the door, he tried to find the bill. He’d seen it the other day and had meant to pay it, but it’d slipped his mind. Like everyone else in the world he was running on too little sleep and way too much stress. “I know it was here.”
Grasping a group of envelopes, he flipped them over, dropping one to the ground. When he bent to pick it up, a letter fell out. Turning the paper over, he skimmed it, trying to see if it needed to be kept or put in the trashcan.
“What the fuck?”
His eyes fell on what looked like an acceptance letter for B. Taking a moment; he sat down on the bottom step, reading slowly so he could understand every printed word. His heart sank when the impact of what she hadn’t told him hit him square in the chest. She’d been selected as one of ten teachers nationwide to participate in a program that would send her to New Orleans for a week during the summer. There she would be part of an initiative set up for teachers to teach other teachers alternate ways of learning. As the letter said, there was more than one way to get from point A to point B, and there were many different teaching methods. Why hadn’t she told him about this? It was dated the first week of November, and it looked like she had until January first to accept or decline. He rifled back in his memory bank, wondering if she’d mentioned this to him at some point, and he didn’t remember. Nothing stood out to him though. She simply hadn’t told him. And that pissed him off.
He pocketed the letter and went back to searching for the electric bill. Once he had it in hand, he called the number and paid it before going outside, getting on his bike and making his way to work.
He hoped like hell Tyler worked today, because he needed to bend the big man’s ear in a major way.
“Thanks for coming with me,” Bianca greeted her friend and gratefully took the container of coffee Jessica pushed in her direction.
Jessica’s office downtown was right above one of their favorite coffee joints, so she’d done the friendly thing and picked them both up some caffeine.
“No problem. It’s actually my pleasure. Anything to get me out of the office today,” Jessica buckled in, putting her sunglasses on over her eyes.
“Characters not speaking to you?”
Jessica sighed, and checked Bianca’s blind spot for her to merge into traffic along the square. “You’re good, this little college age guy is waiting on us, and waving. Should I wave back?”
Bianca laughed. “You act like he’s so much older than we are. Yes, wave back, it’s
polite.”
Jessica did as instructed and he honked his horn in appreciation. Turning back towards the road, she sighed again.
“Okay, we have at least an hour. Tell me what’s going on with all those sighs,” Bianca took a drink from her cup and turned her gaze toward her friend.
“So you know I met with the agent in Nashville the other day. The literary agent?”
Nodding, Bianca encouraged her to continue. “Yeah, but I didn’t hear what came of that meeting. Sorry things have been crazy for me.”
“It’s okay, I’ve not spoken with anyone besides Layne about it,” she mentioned her husband’s name. “I have a production company interested in optioning the series, as well as a publisher offering mid-six figures. It’s why I met with the agent in the first place. I still have an entertainment attorney at my disposal, but this business is much different. He suggested I meet with the agent first and see what my options are.”
“Holy shit, Jess. That’s amazing!” She took a moment to really look at her friend, noticing for the first time, Jessica didn’t look so happy. “Or is it not?”
Jessica heaved another sigh and shrugged. “I don’t know, because you know where I came from.”
Before being an author and the wife of a Heaven Hill member, she’d been America’s Sweetheart and one of the top actresses in Hollywood. She’d come to Bowling Green and her old friend, Layne, who was an Army Veteran to find a quiet life and flee a stalker that had made her life a living hell. Now she was perfectly content and happy, writing her novels and hanging out with the MC.
“I don’t know if I wanna put myself back in that situation again. I purposely use a pen name, I never reference where I live, and I wore a wig and sunglasses for my author photo. I did all of that in order to continue living my quiet life here. Do I really want to be thrust back into the public eye again? I mean the money sounds awesome, but I don’t really need it,” she shrugged. “I talked to Layne about it, and he suggested I use someone who looks like me for all the press this whole thing would require. I’m tempted,” she held on tight as Bianca merged onto the interstate, and set the cruise control for their hour-long journey.
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