Until she spoke, Emily hadn’t realized that Viv stood next to her. “Obviously, no one did.” Emily smiled at her. “Glad that’s resolved.”
Viv nodded and followed Brian as he went back to work ensuring the rest of the night would go smoothly.
After the gig, as they left the Garden for the last time, they stopped to watch Bernie beat Walt at arm wrestling.
“Sucker’s bet,” Jack whispered. “Bernie was a championship weight lifter.”
It was their last night in New York, and Nicki and Curt wanted to go dancing. Emily didn’t dance, and Jack wanted to be alone with her. Elliot wanted to spend the last night with his wife, and Buzz left to catch the end of a meeting. Nicki declared them all no fun and left with Curt to dance the night away.
They rode back to the hotel with Elliot and Siobhan. His hands never left her, and they smiled at each other like teenagers on a first date. They rode up in the elevator together, saying goodbye on the thirty-fifth floor. When they were alone, Jack pulled Emily into his arms and kissed her until their floor. The doors opened and closed twice before they got off.
The week had gone so fast, but it did feel like they’d been together for longer. This time last week, she’d been humiliated at work for being told to take time off, her wedding would’ve been two days away, and she’d been miserable. It seemed a lifetime ago. Emily didn’t understand why she felt so sad at this being their last night together because she’d be meeting him in Hartford in two days. Even Jack couldn’t expect her to have caught up to where he was, could he?
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ELEVEN
As soon as they were inside their room, Jack took her into his arms and kissed her. He loved the way Em kissed him back, matching his passion, even surpassing it. He hadn’t missed the look she gave the wall next to the six-foot penis, and Jack knew she wanted him to fuck her up against it like he had their first night, but he needed to make love to her.
Forcing himself to break the kiss, he took her hand and led her into the bedroom. He turned on the bedside lamp and pulled the covers down. Jack kissed the base of her throat and trailed kisses over to her shoulder, nipping her gently. His hands kept busy, caressing her warm, soft skin. By the time she stood before him naked, he ached with need. Emily’s eyes glowed with desire. Her breaths came in short pants, and her body trembled.
Her smile turned wicked. “My turn.” Emily wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a hot, wet kiss. When she pulled back, her skin had that lovely pink flush. Locking her gaze on his, she lifted his T-shirt, so Jack ducked to allow her to pull it over his head. Her hungry gaze ravaged his naked chest. His desire spiked.
Leaning in, she placed an open-mouthed kiss on his neck and then trailed her tongue down to his nipple. Every time her tight nipples grazed his bare chest, his dick throbbed. Emily knelt before him, and releasing the button and zipper on his jeans, she wasted no time in tugging them down. As soon as his dick was freed, she took him in her mouth, running her tongue along the underside.
“Damn, Em, that feels so good.” He cupped the back of her head, stroking her hair. When he couldn’t take another lick, he stepped back and helped her up. He shucked the rest of his clothes. Emily grabbed him by the hips and tugged him to her. Their lips crashed together, her warm mouth inviting him in.
Jack picked her up and laid her on the bed. “Lie back and put your feet up.”
He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was spread open to him, already glistening, and he took a minute to enjoy the view. Jack stroked her calves and thighs, careful to avoid her scars. He didn’t want her to feel anything but good tonight.
When Jack knelt before her, her moan of pleasure sent his blood racing. Inhaling deeply of her unique musky scent, Jack licked her clit before gently sucking it into his mouth. She was warm, wet, and swollen. When he licked her longways, Emily’s back bowed off the bed. When he slid a finger inside her, her warmth surrounded him. Jack added a second finger, and her muscles contracted around them. “Oh.” He sucked her clit into his mouth and brought Emily to her first orgasm of the night. The first of many.
Jack awoke around three to Emily stroking his chest. His brain and dick knew what that meant; she wanted sex. “Something I can do for you, baby?”
She leaned up and kissed him, her hand stroking his cock. “Yes. Can you guess what it is?” Her sleepy playful tone hardened him further.
“You want to talk about stock futures?”
She stroked him from base to tip. “No.”
“The value of a diversified portfolio?”
This time when she reached the tip, her thumb circled, spreading his fluid around the head. “Nuh-uh”
“You want sleepy morning sex?”
“Bingo.” She released him, reached over to her nightstand, and grabbed a condom. After protecting them, she straddled his hips, rubbing his cock between her wet lips. God, that drove him crazy. Wish you’d do that bare.
Emily stopped mid-stroke, shifted back, and rolled the condom off.
“What are you doing?”
“I think if we’re careful, it’d be okay.”
“What?”
“You wished you could rub your bare cock between my lips.”
“I didn’t realize I’d said that out loud.”
“Not in so many words. It was more like so good, bare cock, pussy. Did I get it wrong?”
“No, but…”
“Let me drive, and we’ll be okay.”
Jack moaned and dropped his head back against the pillow. It was too good to refuse. “Okay.”
She grabbed a condom from the nightstand and dropped it on the bed. Jack reached over and turned the light on; no way he was missing this. He adjusted the pillow behind his head to get a better view. Her pussy glistened. Soon he’d be glistening, too. Jack took a deep breath and reminded himself that he couldn’t come like this. Someday, but not tonight.
Emily positioned him between her thighs, and the second she moved his cock between her wet lips, his head fell back against the pillow, and a long moan escaped his lips. “Fuck, yeah.” She was so wet his dick glided between her folds.
“Aaaahhh,” she moaned.
Emily cupped his balls in her hand, gently rubbing her thumb over the sensitive flesh. Jack’s head spun. “Holy shit, that feels good.”
She eased off.
“Don’t stop.”
“I’m not.” Em shifted down, and cradling his balls, she rubbed her pussy over them.
His head shot off the pillow. “Holy fuck.”
She continued to stroke his balls with her pussy, back and forth, driving him into madness.
Jack felt the familiar tingle in the base of his spine. “Sto—” Shit, it felt so good he couldn’t even speak.
But she must’ve understood because she stopped. She walked backward on her knees, leaned over, and took him all the way in her mouth. She slowly released him, grabbed the fresh condom, and rolled it on. She moved into position, and with one final stroke between her thighs, he was inside her.
She moaned as she settled on him. Em leaned forward and kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He cupped her breasts, their fullness filling his hands. On a groan, Em tore her mouth away from his. She braced her hands on his shoulders and rode him hard, her head falling back as her muscles tightened around him.
“Jaaack,” she uttered as she climaxed.
Jack followed, coming so hard his vision blurred. She collapsed on his chest. He wanted to hold her, but his arms wouldn’t move. Her breathing evened out quickly. Jack should take care of the condom, but he didn’t. She felt too good.
His mind went over their first week together. Falling in love with her so fast and completely. Losing her. Winning her back. Hopefully. Jack was sure they’d made progress this week, but he wanted her to tell him she was in love with him even though he knew it was too soon. Tomorrow, the band would travel to Hartford, Connecticut, and he p
rayed that Em would follow through on her promise to visit him this weekend and not conclude that the craziness of his life was too much for her and end things. Ever the optimist, Jack pushed the fear away.
What he couldn’t push away was the wildness of his emotions. Emily had come into his life and, like the roots of a tree, grown around every part of him. He wasn’t complaining, but he would definitely fuck this up if he couldn’t at least get some grip on his love for her. Which meant he needed to figure out why he was feeling so desperate and needy.
When he woke hours later, Em was tucked into his side and the condom was gone. They were scheduled to leave in four hours, and Emily would be going home. She had that meeting with a client who’d requested her. He felt a slight resentment toward the unknown client. If it hadn’t been for him, Em might have traveled with them to Hartford instead of taking the bus tomorrow after work.
She was going to spend four and a half hours each way on a bus to see him. Warmth spread throughout his body. Em was making an effort, not leaving it all up to him, and Jack wasn’t used to that.
Viv had dropped off Emily’s tickets the night before because he’d insisted on paying. She’d fought him on it, but eventually, she’d seen reason.
Even though he’d see her tomorrow night, it wasn’t good enough; he wanted her with him all the time.
Emily stirred in her sleep, making those small sounds that indicated she was waking up. She stretched and rolled onto her other side. Her leg was probably stiff, so he’d give her a few minutes to herself. His resolve lasted less than a minute when he realized she was crying. He stopped her when she sat up. “Don’t, please.” He wouldn’t be able to stand it if she shut him out again.
Her shoulders rose and fell. “I need to cry.”
“Come here.”
Em lay on her side, and Jack cuddled up behind her, putting his arm around her and resting his head on her pillow. “Go ahead.”
Her tense body relaxed as soft sobs escaped her lips. Jack didn’t say anything, just allowed her the release she needed. When her tears subsided, he handed her a tissue. He’d hoped she’d confide in him, but she didn’t speak. She also hadn’t run, so he considered this a win. “Better?”
A small laugh escaped her lips. “Yeah.” She turned onto her back. “You’re the only guy who ever encouraged me to cry.”
He kissed her lips. “It’s a release. Everyone cries, there’s nothing shameful in it. I don’t like that you cry, but I much prefer this to you hiding in the bathroom.”
“I thought guys hated crying because they’re fixers.”
Jack kissed her and smiled. “I’m still gonna fix what’s wrong, but I’ll never tell you not to cry.” Her face was still damp from her tears. “You don’t have to tell me.” But he wished she would.
“I’m scared.”
“Of?”
“I can’t see my way with you; it’s so far out of the realm of anything I’ve ever experienced. I don’t know how we’re going to be able to do this.”
He knew she had doubts. Even if she hadn’t just had her heart broken, their situation was unique. “We’ll talk on the phone and Skype, but nothing will take the place of being together.” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “We’ve planned out when we’ll see each other for the next two months.” Even though he’d been down this road before, it sounded paltry even to him. It certainly didn’t resemble normal. “Anything else?”
“What happens later today?” Emily turned to face him.
“We’ll say goodbye temporarily, and Jeff will drive you home.”
“Shouldn’t Jeff be with you?”
“I’ll be fine. I’d take you home myself, but we have to leave at ten. No reason for you to rush out of here. Checkout isn’t until noon.”
“I’ll leave when you do. I don’t want to be here after you leave.”
“Okay.” That pleased him. “We’ll say goodbye here for privacy. I know what I’m going to say.”
“Say it now.”
“Why?”
“The buildup is killing me.”
Jack laughed. He should’ve guessed that. Something was always going on inside her head. He took her hand and placed it over his heart. “Emily Grace Prescott, I am in love with you. Head over heels, life-altering, can’t be without you, love. My heart, soul, and body belong to you. If you were to roll up into a ball all the love I’ve ever felt, it’d be a marble next to a mountain. And I know that it’s just going to keep growing, and it will have no end. Good thing the universe is expanding because it’s going to need to.”
“Wow. That was equal parts beautiful and scary.”
Jack thought back to when Siobhan had yelled at Elliot to quit. Jack knew in that moment, if it ever came to that, he’d quit to be with Emily. “Whatever comes next, I want to be with you.” He stroked his thumb over her lips. “Promise me you’ll never tell me I have to give you up.”
Emily furrowed her brow. “I don’t understand.”
“I know you don’t, baby. It’s still early, go back to sleep.”
“You don’t want to talk anymore?”
“I assumed you reached your threshold.”
“I’m okay if you are.”
Was he? It’d be easy to break the promise he made to himself not to beg her to give up her life here and be with him. He envied Curt having Nicki with him, and Elliot was optimistic Siobhan would join them soon.
“So…”
“What?” He could see the uncertainty in her eyes. “Ask me anything.”
“It’s not really my business.”
“Ask away.” Jack touched his lips to hers.
“Okay, was there any chance you’d have gotten back with Christie if you hadn’t met me?”
“No.”
“Zero?”
Jack turned on his back and Em snuggled into his side. “There was a tiny part of me that thought if she got sober maybe we could give it another try.” Jack rubbed his hand over his eyes. “We were together over three years. I hadn’t really moved on, but I knew the night we met that it was completely over for me.”
He could feel her thinking. Maybe Jack shouldn’t have admitted how he felt, but he believed in being honest.
Emily pushed up on her elbow and looked at him. “What did she do to support you?”
“Huh?”
“You moved to another state for her acting career. What did she do to help yours?”
He had no answer for that, so he shrugged. He’d been happy to help her; she was a good actress, and he’d been proud of her. She’d put in the effort but never seemed to get the return she deserved.
An unpleasant thought swirled in his head. That hot sex move Emily had used on him last night—he shook his head to get rid of the thought.
“Something wrong?”
What she’d done with a former lover was none of his business, so he lied. “No.” Women had done a lot of things to him, but that was a new one.
“What happened to being honest with each other? Something’s obviously bothering you.”
Shit. “Fine. I know it’s none of my business, but where did you learn that move?”
“Move?” Then she smiled. “Oh, that move. I didn’t learn it. I just made it up. You were enjoying the other move so much I thought you’d like that, too.”
“You’ve never done that before?”
“No, never even wrote about it.”
Jack unclenched, but his relief was short-lived. He hated to bring the fucker up, but he felt compelled to warn her. “There’s no easy way to say this, so I’m just gonna say it.”
“I feel like we should cue the ominous music here.”
Jack chuckled. “He’s going to try to get you back.”
Emily sighed. “A guy who does what he did can’t possibly believe I’d take him back, which is an impossibility, or want to come back.”
“And I’m telling you that he’ll try to get you back.”
“You can’t know that.”
Again, he placed her hand over his heart. “I do. Because if I did anything to fuck this up, I would spend the rest of my life trying to get you back. To be without you would be like asking me to live without air, and I would give up anything for you.”
Her eyes glittered with emotion, but she didn’t say anything.
They cuddled until the last possible second before Jack had to get ready to leave. They had a quick breakfast, and afterward, he had her up against the shower wall. Since Em had to go to work later, she took the time to blow dry her hair and apply some makeup. She looked beautiful to him either way.
They’d packed most of their stuff yesterday before leaving for soundcheck, so it didn’t take long to pack the rest. Brick picked up Jack’s suitcase, duffel bag, and guitar. He’d mastered traveling light on their first tour. The acrylic penis went to its new home in Curt’s apartment in the Village. Apparently, Nicki liked it.
Jeff knocked when it was time to leave. The elevator whisked them to the garage—the fastest trip the fucking thing made all week.
He planned on understanding everything he could about Emily’s life. Since Nicki would continue on with them, he’d enlist her help so he could be a good boyfriend to a writer. Which was just a warm-up to being her husband. Husband. Emily would be his wife. He’d never felt so sure about something. When they arrived in the garage, Jeff took her bag. Everyone was there except Elliot.
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Jack’s lips curled into a devious smile. “Elliot’s late.”
Emily looked at her watch. It was just ten. “Why’s that funny?”
“He’s never late. He always busts everyone’s balls about being late, especially Curt. He won’t live this down anytime soon.”
“He’s probably saying goodbye to his wife. Are you guys really going to bust on him for being late?”
Jack grinned. “Absolutely, and we’ll enjoy it, too.”
She swatted his arm. “That’s not nice.”
“Guys aren’t nice.”
Nicki came over and hugged her. Emily tried to stop the tears from forming in her eyes, but it was futile. Nicki was the perfect rock star girlfriend. She was glamorous, loved to travel, and wished her townhouse came with room service. When she pulled back, Nicki’s brown eyes were filled with tears as well. Jack and Curt supplied tissues.
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