Encore

by Rachel Lacey

  “I can make you two promises,” he said roughly, moving her hand before he lost control while his other hand slid up her bare thigh to cup her through her panties. “Three, actually. The first is that I’ll be sure you come before I do. Second, I’ll definitely last longer than ten seconds. And thirdly, I’ll make it up to you—repeatedly—later tonight if my first performance is less than stellar.”

  Her eyes had taken on a glazed look of arousal while he spoke. “Yes, please.”

  He stroked her through her panties, watching as her eyes fluttered shut and a warm flush spread across her cheeks. God, she was beautiful and so fucking sexy. Of all women to accidentally marry, he sure had picked an extraordinary one.

  “Come on.” He shifted her in his arms so that he could sit up. “Let’s go upstairs.”

  She scooted off his lap and stood, looking adorably mussed with her dress bunched around her thighs and her hair hanging across her face. He stood and pulled her into his arms, walking her backward out of the studio as his mouth melded with hers, kissing, tasting, devouring. Hand in hand, they raced up two flights of stairs to his bedroom.

  “I’ve imagined this moment so many times,” he said as he reached for the zipper at the back of her dress, then lowered it gently.

  “Me too.” She reached up and pushed the dress off her shoulder, baring a flesh-colored bra strap and enough creamy skin to knock the knees right out from under him. His hand shook as he slipped the dress the rest of the way off her shoulders. She wriggled slightly, and it slipped to the floor, leaving her in a silky, flesh-toned bra and thong.

  “Fuck,” he mumbled, sliding his hands over her, desperate to touch every gorgeous inch.

  “That’s the plan.” With a naughty smile, she yanked at his shirt, tugging it free of his jeans and over his head. Her fingers trailed through his chest hair, sending fire straight to his groin. He drew her in, kissing her as their hips moved together in the timeless rhythm of seduction. His cock throbbed painfully, his balls heavy and aching, and he hadn’t even freed himself from his jeans yet.

  Thirteen months without sex had been a piss-poor idea.

  Jenn’s fingers were on his fly, pushing down the zipper. He stepped out of his jeans and boxer briefs, his cock jutting urgently between them. With a little moan, she pressed him between her legs, and he thrust against the barrier of her panties, the rub of that silky material against his hardened flesh combined with the heat of her arousal enough to have his eyes rolling back in his head.

  “I want to go slow…so many things I want to do with you,” he panted, clinging to his control by a thread as delicate as the strings on his guitar. “but I can’t…shit…”

  “Hard and fast the first time.” She stripped out of her bra and panties, tugging him down on top of her in the bed.

  Hard and fast. Fuck yes. Fuck yes…

  He fumbled in the drawer of his bedside table, ripping open the box of condoms he’d put there after she moved in, just in case.

  “Let me,” she said, slipping it from his trembling fingers. Her tongue peeked out between her lips as she rolled it down his hardened length, and he had to hold his breath to keep from thrusting into her hand.

  Then he was on top of her, kissing her as one hand slid between her legs to make sure she was ready for him. He stroked her, circling her clit with his thumb as his index finger slid between her folds, finding her already so hot and wet that his blood turned to steam.

  “Cole,” she moaned, arching up off the bed, her tits bouncing. He wanted to touch them, kiss them, but each stroke of his fingers through her wet heat sent a bolt of need straight through his dick so hot, so intense, it was like nothing he’d ever felt before. He gripped himself, rubbing his head against her clit, drawing another moan from her throat.

  “Yes,” she panted. “Hurry.”

  “You got it.” He pushed inside her, pausing for a moment to absorb the absolute bliss of her hot body gripping him so fucking tight. Unable to hold back, he lifted his hips and thrust again, sinking even deeper inside.

  “Yes,” she moaned, throwing her head back against the pillow, and the image was so erotic, he lost it.

  His control snapped, his hips pounding into her, wild and frantic. He pressed his hand between them, letting the movement of their bodies rub against her clit, driving her as wild with need as he was. He dropped his head to kiss her, wet and messy and urgent. Jenn writhed beneath him, grinding herself against his fingers as he pounded into her with his cock.

  She closed her eyes, and he felt her body clamp down on him as the first wave of release hit her. It was too much, too good…

  “Fuck,” he mumbled as his balls drew up and his body tightened.

  “Yes.” She arched her back, her inner muscles gripping and pulsing around him, and just like that, he broke.

  “Yes!” he shouted as his orgasm crested. “Fuck yes.”

  Blinding hot waves of release pulsed through him, drawing a guttural cry from his throat. When he’d regained his senses, he collapsed on the bed beside her.

  “That was amazing,” she whispered.

  “So good,” he agreed, too blissed out to think of anything more eloquent to say. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered if it was too good, if their marriage had become too real now. Where would they draw the line?

  14

  Jenn snuggled into the blankets on Cole’s bed, her arms and legs entangled with his. After their fast and furious tumble into the sack, they’d slowed things down to properly enjoy each other for their second round. His chest was pressed against hers, and the rub of his chest hair against her breasts was absolutely delicious.

  “Never waited so long to sleep with the girl I wanted before.” Cole’s voice had gone even deeper and more gruff than usual, and it rolled over her like a sensual caress.

  “Not sure that reflects very highly on you,” she said, gasping as he sucked at a tender spot on her neck.

  “It doesn’t.” He slid a hand up to cup her breast. “I know I was kind of desperate tonight because of the whole thirteen-month drought, but a big part of it was you, Jenn. I’ve spent weeks thinking about what it would be like to touch you like this.”

  She tried not to let those words go to her head, but the warm, mushy feeling in her heart told her she hadn’t been entirely successful. “And was it worth the wait?”

  “Are you kidding me?” He pressed his hard cock against her belly. “Fuck, yes, you were worth the wait.”

  They quit talking then as their hands roamed and the slip and slide of their bodies became more urgent. Cole kissed his way down her belly, his lips stoking fire everywhere they touched. He stroked a finger over her aching center, and she practically levitated off the bed.

  She closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath as his fingers traced over her sensitive skin, touching and stroking until she was throbbing with need. He kissed her thighs, slowly moving closer to his destination. His hot breath blew across her tender flesh, causing goose bumps to rise over her skin. Then his tongue caressed her, and she couldn’t hold in the gasp that escaped her lips.

  His tongue circled her clit, hot and wet, and holy shit, she was done for. He nipped and teased until she’d forgotten everything but the wonder of his mouth and the orgasm building inside her, higher and higher…

  “More,” she panted, her hips bucking helplessly against his grip.

  In response, he picked up the pace, kissing and stroking with his tongue. He added two fingers, pressing against her right where she needed him, and she came so hard and so fast that she cried out in surprise.

  “Wow,” she mumbled as little aftershocks pinged through her. Her insides felt like molasses, heavy and sweet and completely liquified.

  Cole kissed his way back up her stomach. “Beautiful.”

  “My turn.” She sat up, pushing him down flat on the bed. “I think your poor, neglected cock needs some attention.”

  “God, yes.” He laughed roughly, then swore as she took hi
m in her hand.

  His shaft was thick and hot, so silky smooth on the outside and like steel beneath. Slowly, she guided her fingers down his length. “No one knows better than me how much bullshit the tabloids print, but to call you small or limp must be one of the falsest things they’ve ever run with.”

  “Mm-hmm.” His hands fisted in the sheets as she toyed with him.

  “Because I’d say your cock is one of the finest I’ve ever seen,” she murmured, continuing to stroke him.

  “One of?” His voice had gone impossibly deep.

  “Fishing for compliments now, are we?” She laughed softly. “Colton Nix, your cock is absolutely the most splendid of them all.”

  “That’s total bullshit, but I’ll take it.” There was laughter in his voice, and before she knew it, she was laughing too.

  She bent her head, tracing her tongue over his tip.

  “Fuck,” Cole muttered, sucking in a breath.

  She slid him into her mouth, angling her head to take him in as deeply as possible. He let out another rough sound, and when she raised her eyes, the look on his face was something she’d never forget. The sight of such raw need, such pleasure on his handsome face was breathtaking.

  She cupped his balls in one hand, using the other to stroke the base of his cock as she worked him in and out of her mouth. Cole flung one arm over his eyes, cursing under his breath. His hips bucked slightly, matching the rhythm she’d set. She swirled her tongue, sucking gently, and despite the fact she was still coming down from her own orgasm, she felt fresh waves of desire pulsing inside her. Watching Cole lose control was a huge turn-on.

  “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna…I’m gonna come…” His hips bucked up off the bed, his whole body gone taut.

  In response, she tightened her grip, stroking faster as she sucked, hard. Cole cursed again as his release hit her tongue. She swallowed and sucked harder, milking every last drop of his pleasure.

  “Goddamn, you are good at that,” he said, his voice raw and hoarse.

  “So are you.” She crawled up to place a kiss on his lips.

  “I’m so fucking glad we decided to take our relationship to this new level.” He wrapped an arm around her, his expression one of pure satisfaction.

  “Yeah, me too.” She’d known as soon as she saw Cole tonight that she was ready to take this step. She’d spent too much of her life waiting for the perfect moment, the perfect opportunity. Right now, she was perfectly happy and content to be in his bed. She liked Cole an awful lot, and she was crazy attracted to him. Honestly, it would have been a shame not to take full advantage of this chemistry between them.

  They lay like that for a while, just holding on to each other while they caught their breath. Her face rested against his chest, feeling the strong, steady thump of his heart. Ba-boom, ba-boom. Her eyes drifted lazily. It had been a long day…

  “I know what we need,” Cole said, just as she’d started to drift off.

  “Mm?” She looked up at him, her brain hazy with sleep.

  “Be right back.” He gave her a quick kiss and slid out of bed.

  She pulled the blankets up and burrowed in as she waited for him.

  “Midnight snack,” he said as he came back into the room, carrying two cans of soda and a carton of ice cream. “Triple chocolate crunch, as promised.”

  “Yum.” She sat up, smiling widely.

  Cole handed her a spoon, and they both dug in. She stuffed herself on an obscene amount of ice cream, guzzled her soda, and turned to Cole with a smile. He grinned back, reaching forward to wipe a smudge of chocolate from her cheek. He set the carton on the table beside his bed and reached for her. “Now, where were we?”

  * * *

  Cole woke the next morning, relaxed, happy, and hard as steel. He glanced over at the clock. Nine forty-five. Well, they had been up pretty late last night…

  Beside him, Jenn stirred, smiling up at him, her green eyes bleary with sleep. “What time is it?”

  “Almost ten. You weren’t supposed to be at work this morning, were you?”

  She shook her head. “Day off.”

  “Perfect. It’s about to be a day off for me too.” He had a few unimportant things scheduled, but he grabbed his phone and texted Jorja, asking her to clear his schedule. “I propose a day spent in bed.”

  “I second that.” She snuggled in close, her warm, naked body pressed against his.

  He had a lot of experience fucking women, pleasing them, making them scream his name. But cuddling with them in bed? Not so much. It was nice, though. Maybe he ought to try it more often, although he couldn’t imagine enjoying this with anyone but Jenn.

  They lay together as sunlight streamed in through the window. Outside, the city bustled along, loud and busy as always. Instead of birds chirping, he heard the steady rumble of engines, the occasional honk of a horn, and a siren wailing in the distance. He’d lived here for so long that these were the sounds of home.

  Jenn slid out of bed and went into the bathroom, returning a few minutes later smelling minty like toothpaste. Not wanting to kiss her with morning breath now that she’d freshened up, he did the same.

  “I hardly ever do this,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around him when he’d climbed back into bed.

  “Have sex with your husband or lie around in bed all day?”

  She scrunched her nose. “Well, I meant lie around in bed, especially since today is Thursday and not even the weekend. But now that you mention it, last night was the first time I’d had sex with my husband, so that’s unusual too.”

  “Does that feel weird to you?” Because it sure as hell did to him all of a sudden.

  “Yeah,” she said, her voice gone quiet, her expression serious. “It’s weird. How could it not be? I mean, we’ve only known each other for a month. You don’t feel like my husband in any real sense of the word.”

  “I think it might be weirder if I did,” he said, ridiculously relieved that she felt the same.

  “Our situation is bizarre.” She gave him a long look. “And yet it seems to just…work.”

  “I’d say things are working out just fine.” He tightened his arms around her, pressing his cock against her belly.

  They traded talking for kissing then, touching and caressing in the morning light. By the time he pushed inside her, he was already feeling pretty fucking spectacular. Sex with Jenn was probably the best of his life. Not only because of the mind-blowing orgasms they seemed to achieve together, but because of the connection between them. They laughed together. They made music together. And he could be himself, one hundred percent, all the time. No need for pretenses about feelings, and he never had to worry about anything leaking to the tabloids.

  After morning sex in bed, they got in the shower together—which led to even more sex. By the time they got dressed, they were starved, and since it was almost lunchtime, they dove right into the fried chicken and biscuits in his kitchen.

  “Why do you even have fried chicken and biscuits?” Jenn asked as she took a big bite.

  He shrugged. “I picked up a liking for Southern cooking when I traveled through on tours.”

  Her expression changed, becoming almost guarded. “I should know this already, but where are you from?”

  “Upstate New York.” He poked the last bite of his biscuit into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed. “My dad still lives there. He’s an investment banker in Albany. My mom’s living in Las Vegas these days.”

  “And they’re both remarried?”

  “My mom’s on husband number three. Dad’s on wife number four.” Something of his feelings on that subject must have showed on his face, because Jenn’s expression softened.

  “It’s not always like that, you know.”

  “I’m glad you’re not as jaded as I am,” he answered honestly. “But I don’t believe in true love and all that bullshit. I just don’t.”

  “You honestly don’t think you’ll ever get married?” She seemed to realize the error of he
r words almost immediately because she made a face and rephrased. “I mean, you don’t think you’ll ever settle down?”

  “Not a chance. You’re as close to settled as I ever intend to get.”

  “Well, I do. Just as soon as our divorce is finalized, I’m ready to enact phase two of my plan to meet Mr. Right. I want true love and a happily ever after like they show you in the movies.”

  “Not to burst your bubble, but I’m not sure that exists in real life.”

  She gave him a stern look. “Of course it does. My parents are happily married and so are all my sisters. Kate and Josh have a fairy-tale romance and so do my friend Farrah and her husband. Just because you don’t believe in it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.”

  “I guess I don’t need to give you the statistics on how many of those marriages will end in divorce?”

  “No, you don’t.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Too many people get married for stupid reasons, like we did. They’re not really, truly in love in the first place, or they give up too easily when things get tough.”

  “You seem pretty confident that won’t happen to you.”

  “It won’t, because I won’t settle for anything less than the full fairy tale when I get married the next time.”

  He hoped she was right, but deep down, he knew that—even if their marriage were real, which it wasn’t—nothing as good as what he and Jenn shared could possibly last.

  * * *

  Jenn sat at the keyboard, eyes closed, listening as Cole played his guitar and sang behind her. His deep, throaty voice traveled over her like a caress, but it was the words he sang that made her heart flutter and butterflies dance in her belly. Not because she thought he meant them. Not that at all. But because she’d written them.

  “Ready for you, all night,” he sang. “The only girl in my world, forever and always, all right.”

  “I love it,” she whispered.

  “Yeah?” He scooted his chair over next to where she sat, leaned in, and pressed a kiss to her lips. “We make good music together, don’t we?”