We don’t bother drying off, I don’t care if we soak the bed. All that matters is being inside her.
I can’t tell where she begins and where I end as I pound her body into the mattress with one hand on the headboard for support. The bed knocks against the wall, and I don’t give a fuck who hears. I have my Fancy back and that’s all that matters to me. Her nails scratch down my back as I pump in and out of her body, filling her to the hilt.
She’s the sunshine warming my skin
The stars in my sky
I’d do anything to see her smile
Light of my world
Love of my life
I’d do anything to see her smile
She’s my girl
Light of my world
Keeper of my heart
Love of my life
No one is above her
She’s biting her lip and muffling her cries. “Let go for me, baby. Need to hear you.” I draw out and push back in slowly, teasing her as her walls squeeze me tight. I know she’s so close. I repeat the motion over and over again until her legs tremble and she cries out. “That’s what I’m talking about.” I kiss her neck knowing it turns her on. I’m far from done with her.
A knock on my bedroom door however interrupts my plans. “Mr. Lewis. You’ve missed breakfast and lunch, sir. I really need to speak with you.”
“Fuck,” I mutter. “I just got out of the shower. Give me five minutes.” Peyton giggles and wiggles beneath me. “Make that ten,” I groan as she arches her back, and I sink deeper inside her.
‘Ten minutes,” I hear the man’s annoyed voice.
“Where were we,” I murmur. “Oh yeah.” I draw out of her sweet heat then hammer into her again. The bed is creaking, and Peyton is moaning in my ear. Life doesn’t get any better than this.
Ten satisfied minutes later, Peyton is sneaking back to her room by way of the balcony we share, and I am getting dressed to see what this fucker wants. I throw open my door a bit breathless and this pencil dick with a clipboard clears his throat. “Sir, I wanted to be the first to congratulate you on the huge ratings the show received last night.”
“Is that all?” I narrow my eyes on him. If he was only banging on my door to tell me this shit, I am going to rip him a new asshole.
“Of course not. The promos for the next show have been airing all day and Waking Up In Nashville wants to interview you for a gusset spot and Mr. Grant would like Peyton Mathews to accompany you, but I can’t find her. Have you seen her?” He smirks like he knows she was just in my bed.
“Do I look like her keeper?” I grumble.
He clears his throat. “You’ll need to be ready to leave at three in the morning. It’s an early taping.”
“Anything else?”
“Is there anything I can get for you?”
“Nope.” I give him a fake smile and close my door. All I need is Peyton all to myself.
**
Waake Up Nashville
“Good morning, Music City. It’s another beautiful day here in the state of Tennessee. This morning you are in for a real treat. We have Nashville’s very own Jameson Lewis, front man of Jameson’s Addiction, and a current judge of the new talent show, Nashville Star, filming right here in the heart of the city.”
I squeeze Peyton’s hand backstage as we wait for our cue to enter stage left and have a seat on the sofa next to one another. It’s early and she literally rolled directly out of my bed and into hair and makeup. It’s torture to keep my hands to myself around the crew and around others at the mansion. I want to kiss her all the time. I want the world to know she’s mine. I’d give anything to go out on this stage right now and propose. I know I’m going to marry her.