“Unless…” she said, trailing a finger down her belly to the top of the tree. “You want to unwrap your present first?”
Nick move.
Straight for her.
With a squeal of delight, Lauren spun on her heel and ran, pulling her shirt up over her head as she did so.
She tossed it back at him a second before he caught up with her. He snared her wrist and yanked her to his body.
“I like this present,” he growled, cupping one of her beautiful breasts in his hand and dragging his thumb over the pebbled tip of her nipple.
“Figured you might,” she answered, leaning into his touch.
He bent at the waist and took her nipple in his mouth. Drew on it. Sucked it.
She whimpered, tangling her hands in his hair. His cap fell to the ground at his feet. The sun baked down on his dark hair.
With a growl, he raised his head and captured her lips. Kissed her. Kneading her breast as he did so. Worshipping her.
“I’m dangerously close to fucking you right out here, wife,” he declared against her lips when she raked her nails down his back. “To hell with the sunburn and mozzie bites.”
She laughed, the throaty sound like carnal sin and heaven all at once. “You know where the mozzies can’t bite us, Nick? And where you’ll get wetter than the shower?”
He drew in a long breath. “Want me to join you in the pool?”
She cocked an eyebrow, and rolled her hips again, stroking the curve of her sex against the engorged length of his shorts-trapped erection. “It’s Christmas Eve. What better place to be together, right?”
“Hell yeah,” he growled. He scooped her up. Threw her over his shoulder.
She squealed with laughter. He smacked her butt. “I think you’ve been on Santa’s naughty list, Lauren Blackthorne.”
She gasped and wriggled. “I’m married to you. What other list am I going to be on?”
He laughed. His cock throbbed. “Right. That does it.”
Tightening his grip around the backs of her thighs, he strode around the side of the house, heading for the pool.
Lauren laughed when they reached the gate. “You’re going to have to put me down to open it, caveman.”
He smacked her butt again. “Shush, present. I’m a rock god. No gate can stop…stop me…” He struggled to balance Lauren over his shoulder and reach the opening latch. “I can open a gate without…” He tried again.
Lauren laughed. “Retired rock god. And it seems—”
His fingers hooked the latch and the gate swung open.
“Yes!” he cried.
Lauren laughed again. “I knew I married you for a r—”
He threw her in the pool before she could finish.
The cool water splashed upwards in fountains of sparkling drips as—laughing—she broke the surface.
By the time she found her feet and stood, her upper body above the rippling water, her hair clinging to her neck and shoulders and cheeks, Nick was half undressed.
And then he was completely undressed and in the pool with her.
He caught her in his arms as she moved to him.
Their wet bodies slid against each other. Their lips and teeth and tongues clashed and clicked. He plunged his hands beneath the water and removed her Christmas tree G-string without breaking their kiss.
She moaned into his mouth, and then whimpered as he parted her wet pussy lips with his fingers and penetrated her tight heat.
“Oh God, Nick, I really missed you,” she groaned as he rolled his thumb over her clit and then scissored his fingers inside her.
She wrapped her leg around his hip, allowing him to thrust his fingers deeper.
The cool water lapped at his chest, his back. The sun warmed his exposed skin. Lauren’s shallow breaths fanned his shoulder, the side of his throat. It was an intoxicating blend of sensory caresses, one that flooded his cock with fresh blood and hunger.
“Nothing would have kept me away from you for Christmas, babe,” he groaned back, dragging his lips down the column of her throat before scooping her left breast into his hand and taking possession of her wet nipple. He sucked the beads of pool water from her flesh. She writhed in his arms, fisting her hands in his hair.
Moving his mouth to her other breast, he walked through the water until they were at the side of the pool.
He suckled on her breast, positioning her right beside one of the outlet jets.
When she began to whimper, her nails clawing at his shoulders, her pussy pulsing around his scissoring fingers, he pulled his mouth from her breast with a pop and raised his head to look down at her.
A lazy, pleasure-fogged smile curled her lips.
“Ready?” he asked on a shaky whisper.
“Yes,” she answered, without asking him what for. She never did. She trusted him as much as he trusted her.
Smoothing his hands over her hips beneath the water, he slowly pivoted her until she faced the wall.
“Oh, god Nick,” she gasped, as the outlet jet’s powerful stream of water found the hood of her clit.
He pressed to her back, his cock nestling between her butt cheeks, one hand kneading her breast, the other parting her folds more to allow the forceful surge of water greater access to her clit.
“Holy crap, Nick,” she burst out, her shoulders driving into his chest, her fingers wrapping his wrists. “Oh, god. Oh, god…that’s…that’s…incredible.”
He held her that way, nipping and biting at the side of her throat, reveling in the way her breast filled his hand, how the puckered point of her nipple rubbed at the center of his palm. “You’re incredible,” he murmured against the top of her shoulder. “And all I’ve thought about since touching down.”
“Oh, Nick…” she panted, writhing in his arms. “Oh, Nick…I think I’m going…I think I’m going…”
She arched, her head ramming back to his shoulder, her cries rising to the afternoon skies.
He felt her orgasm claim her, a shuddering throb that made her whole body quake.
Felt it. Wanted to experience it with her.
Turning her in the water, he captured her mouth with his, scooped one of her knees up with a shaky hand and, supporting her leg in the crook of his elbow, slid into her slick wetness with one fluid thrust.
Burying himself to the very root of his length.
“Yes,” she cried out, her walls gripping him with tight pulses. “Oh yes.”
The water turned to a turbulent pool of choppy waves splashing around them as he drove into her again, as deep as he could. Filling her.
As always when he entered Lauren, his world ceased to exist for any other reason than her pleasure. In her pleasure, he found his own.
They moved as one, lips and tongues mating, hands anchoring each other together. Lauren’s leg squeezed around Nick’s hip. Her sex squeezed his hard length. With every outward stroke, she constricted around him. With every penetrating thrust, she cried out his name and begged for more.
He gave her more. He gave her everything he was. Everything he would be. Everything and more.
And then, as the base of his spine began to tingle and the waves lapped at his feverish flesh in a cool kiss, she snagged a fistful of his wet hair and tore her mouth from his.
“Best present ever,” she gasped, a heartbeat before her sex gripped his in a wild pulse and she threw back her head and came once again.
He came with her, incapable of holding back his release. Not wanting to, even as he never wanted this to end.
They came together, under the hot Australian December sun, their bodies wet, their hearts pounding in perfect harmony.
Finally, as the last of his seed spilled from his cock, he raised his head from where he’d buried it in the side of her neck and gazed down into her eyes.
Eyes he had loved since the moment he first saw them. “Merry Christmas, wife,” he whispered.
A shy, sexy smile played with her lips. “Merry Christmas, h—”
“Mum?”
A concerned male voice rose above the sounds of the birds and lapping water.
Nick froze. Lauren did the same.
Their eyes locked.
Josh? Nick mouthed silently.
Lauren nodded.
“Mum?” a female’s voice joined in. “Where are you? Is Dad home yet?”
Nick’s mouth fell open.
Lauren covered hers with her hand.
Chloe.
“Mum?” their daughter called again. Closer this time. Closer. “What the hell is going on? The house is open and you’re not—”
The silence told Nick his adult children had found them.
Pressing his body to Lauren’s, covering her as much as he could, he looked over his shoulder, finding Josh and Chloe standing at the pool fence, staring at them.
“Oh, god.” Chloe rolled her eyes. “Now I’m scarred for life.”
Lauren burst out laughing.
Nick grinned at his children. “So, I’m home. Who’s ready for a typical Blackthorne Christmas?”
The End
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And the Whispers in the Night
A Heart of Fame Special Inclusion
***SPOILERS FOLLOW IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THE ENTIRE HEART OF FAME SERIES***
For those who have been following the story of Nick Blackthorne and the people that make up his life, Whispers in the Night is the first moment Nick’s son, Josh, takes the stage with Nick’s old band.
I hope you enjoy it.
Backstage…
The roar from the waiting crowd rumbled through the packed-to-capacity stadium, damn near louder than the wild thunder of the late-summer storm brewing overhead.
A man could find himself believing all of Sydney was out there, braving the crazy weather and possible threat of torrential rain. All just to hear him sing.
Damn, even after the last twelve months, it still messed with his head.
“Ready?”
Josh Blackthorne shot a look over his shoulder, the churning knot in his gut tightening. “Fuck no,” he laughed at the man walking towards him. “I think I’m going to be sick. The very first look the world gets of Synergy performing live may very well be of me throwing up all over the stage.”
Samuel Gibson returned his laugh. Synergy’s lead guitarist moved like oiled smoke, sinewy and graceful and somehow lyrical. Josh wondered how the older man radiated such confident energy and smoldering charm. Josh himself could never move that way, no matter how much he tried. Of course, Josh walked with a subtle limp so there was that. And unlike Samuel, Josh had never performed live to over 80,000 screaming fans before.
God, this was lunacy…
Stopping at Josh’s side, Samuel clapped a hand on Josh’s shoulder. “Your old man used to be the exact same way. The only time I didn’t see him throw up before hitting the stage was when your mum was in the crowd or backstage with him.”
A wry chuckle bubbled past Josh’s dry lips. “So what you’re telling me is until I find the true love of my life and drag her to every gig we do, I’m going to be a sick mess before each show? Awesome. Wonder if it’s too late to accept that offer to coach the Newcastle United Jets soccer team?”
Samuel rolled his eyes. “And you’re just as dramatic as your dad as well.” He laughed. “Just wait until you get up there. Trust me, the nerves will vanish. Promise.”
Josh let out a ragged sigh. He turned back to study what he could see of the crowd beyond the stage, the sight hindered somewhat by the band’s gear. Noah’s elevated drum kit alone hid most of it. Nothing however, could drown out the crowd’s frenzied screaming.
Josh’s gut churned some more. “They know Dad’s not performing, right? I still can’t believe that many people paid money to see me p—”
A sharp slap to the back of his head cut his statement dead.
“I’m going to beat the crap out of you if you keep going on like that, Joshua William Blackthorne,” Jaxon Campbell, the band’s keyboardist declared, grinning at him from his left. “You know what I had to go through to get you here? As your dad’s replacement as the band’s front man?”
“Lots of sex, if I remember rightly,” Samuel pointed out, eyebrow cocked. “With the love of your life.”
Jax smirked. “Ah, but do you know how draining a gazillion mind-blowing orgasms are on a man? I could hardly get out of bed for a week after young Josh here finally agreed to—”
A drumstick spun through the air like a lazy ninja star and struck Jax on the chest, silencing him.
“Shut up, Liberace,” Synergy’s drummer, Noah Holden said as he crossed to where they all stood. “Or I’ll tell Natalie you’re complaining about all the sex you two have.”
Jax reeled back in mock terror. “Jesus, don’t do that to me, mate. Otherwise I’ll tell Pepper you’re complaining about the same. Reckon you could go a day without bonking that beautiful wife of yours?”
“Are you seriously comparing who has the most sex over here?” the final member of Synergy joined them, wry amusement on his face.
“We are,” Jax answered, grinning at Levi Levistan, the band’s bass guitarist. “And I just pointed out how I took one for the team to get Josh here with us.”
Levi snorted. “Took one for the team, eh?”
“All that sex…” Jax let out a melodramatic sigh. “In all those places.”
Levi cast them all an enigmatic look. “Two people having sex a lot is impressive, but you know what beats that on sheer mathematical logic? Three people having sex a lot. Three. Which means, me, Corbin and Sonja beat the lot of you.”
Jax burst out laughing. So did Samuel and Noah. It wasn’t often Levi allowed his mischievous sense of humour out to play, but when he did…it was priceless.
Josh shook his head with a grin. “And here I was thinking guys stopped being obsessed with sex when they hit their forties…”
“Fuck that for a joke,” Jax burst out.
Levi threw back his head and laughed.
Samuel clapped Josh on the shoulder again. “We’re not just guys, Josh,” he stated, a devilish light in his eye. “We’re rock stars. And rock stars never stop thinking about sex. Trust me.”
Josh couldn’t help but laugh. His dad’s old band members, now his band members, were like his extended family. He’d known them since he was fifteen. Had idolized them before that, before he ever knew rock-god Nick Blackthorne was his father. Now, after a year of their very first album breaking damn near every chart record on history, from biggest selling album to longest album at Number 1 to highest grossing single, the world was about to see Synergy perform live. For the first time, the world was about to see Josh perform live on stage with the band his father had created over twenty years ago.
Now, a twenty-three year old guy, who’d planned to be a professional soccer player, was about to take the stage with a band of rock legends.
And what were those rock legends doing?
Making jokes about sex and giving each other shit.
It was perfect. It had made Josh completely forget his nerves. And the fact he hadn’t got laid in a long time.
Maybe you’re just waiting for the love of your life to come along? Like she did for Samuel, Noah, Levi and Jax? Maybe you’re just—
“Ready?”
Josh jumped at the soft female voice with its distinct New York accent behind them.
As one, all five men turned to look at the pocket-rocket who was the band’s manager.
“Babe,” Noah said, grabbing Pepper in a bear hug and hauling her off the ground.
She laughed and then whacked him on the shoulders. “It’s time, you guys.”
Josh’s gut knotted. His throat slammed shut.
Before he could utter a word, the rest of the band—seasoned performers, ready to put on a show in a heartbeat—deserted him. With murmured words of encouragement, they left him. Alone.
Well, not alone. Pepper still stood before him, her lips curled in a slow smile.
“You know they’re most likely going to kill you after, right? When you all get off the stage, they’re going to take turns making your life a living hell for what you’re going to do?”
A weak chuckle fell from him at her question. Christ, he was nervous.
Big time.
“I do,” he answered.
Her smile stretched wider. “As long as you’re prepared.”
He chuckled again. At least, he thought that’s what he did. Truth be known, he was so damn nervous his brain had stopped communicating with him.
A flash of white light split the night in his peripheral vision. A thunderous roar followed. Josh glanced up at the sky, wondering if the impending storm was about to break.
How would that be? Synergy’s first live performance flooded out by a fierce summer storm?
Pepper laughed. “It’s not the weather, sweetie. It’s your fans. Waiting for you. Are you ready for them?”
He returned his gaze to her calm face. His stomach lurched. “I don’t know.”
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