“You know, after everything with Lis I’d begun to think my ship had wrecked on the reef, and there was no coming back. I thought maybe it was the price I’d pay for being so successful.”
“Really? You always seem so upbeat and positive.”
“Yeah, after I met you.” He glanced up and met her eyes, taking her hand. “Before that day I was a wreck. Skirting the edge of clinical depression, I wasn’t eating enough, sleeping enough, every day I got up and found myself sucker-punched with the fact that I was on my own. Everyone thought it was a broken heart, but it was more than that. I had to figure out who I was without her.”
“How do you mean?”
“When all this insanity started to happen she was there for me. An anchor to my old life, and the person I was raised to be. With her gone I got excessive, drank too much, dated too much, got wild. After too many times waking up feeling like dog shit scraped off the bottom of someone’s shoe I knew it wasn’t what I wanted for myself. Which left me to ask, what did I want, and how was I going to get it? Being a celebrity is scary. You don’t know who likes you for you, and who wants to use you in some way. It makes dating … next to impossible.”
“Why not see other actors?”
He wrinkled his nose.
“I’ll take that as a no.”
He laughed. “Listen, I’d be a hypocrite if I held what they did against them. It just makes it harder on a couple. I’ve seen it, especially if one begins to do better than the other. My schedule is insane enough. How would I ever see someone who had one equally as crazy? Plus, I’m old-fashioned enough to say I’d like a more traditional family unit.”
“I hope you’re not trying to hint at me quitting my job to stay at home.” Her eyes flashed.
“What? No.” He shook his head. “I want the baby to have the kind of childhood I did. Where we can show him or her all the things we liked to do. You know a small town up-bringing.”
“Now that I get, and I agree. I have no desire to live in a big city permanently. Does that mean you want to live in my hometown?”
“I think it’s best for now. How much can you travel with your job?”
“A fair amount, technology being what it is.” She smiled. “Does this mean we can sneak on to set and have a little fun? I’ll admit to wanting to…” She cleared her throat. “Christen the desk in your office.”
“I know a guy.” The dark gleam in his eyes made her panties wet. “How about a tour of the house ... starting with the bedroom.” The dampness between her legs spread as her core began to ache, a familiar predicament with Jett.
“Sounds good to me, fiancé.” One moment he was seated beside her, and the next she was held tight to in his arms as he stood. He moved like lighting.
“Say it again.”
“Fiancé.” The world still felt foreign, but she liked what it implied, Jett being all hers for an eternity. Them being together and committed wasn’t the thing she had a problem with. The thought of standing in a church, saying vows while everyone looked on, and she was stuffed into a stifling, white gown made her skin crawl. Jett flicked his tongue across her lips, and the mental battle evaporated like water in the sun. Moaning, she tightened her arms around his neck, bringing him closer. Her stiff nipples pressed into his chest. She opened her mouth. Their tongues met, caressed, and reacquainted, in a slow, sensual, melding she felt down to the tips of her toes.
She nipped his bottom lip and dug her fingers into his broad back.
“Ugh.” The grunt went straight to her pussy.
“I don’t think we’ll make it to the bedroom,” she croaked, her voice cracking.
“Don’t have to tell me twice, beauty.” He turned and sank down onto the couch with her in his lap. Tipping back she held his neck and rubbed her pussy along the bulge in his pants. Her breath faltered, paused in her chest as she rotated her hips, grinding hard.
“Shit, Kansas.” He seized her hips, stilling her movements. “I’m not coming anywhere but inside that molten pussy of yours.” Snaking a hand up her white dress he tugged at the bow at her hip.
They’d come to a compromise about his mistreatment of her lingerie, and stocked up on the kind that tied. The right side gave away, and he made quick work of the second, yanking the material free. Moving her back to perch on his knees he freed himself from the constraints of his pants. He lifted her up, placed her above his tip and let her body weight and gravity take care of the rest. The turgid cock loaded her, bringing immense pleasure with a dash of pain as her muscles struggled to acclimate. She liked it best like this, when she was wet and not quite loosened up. Tensing her muscles she sealed up their connection.
“It’s like a vise grip, Sas.” Placing her hands on his shoulders, she got to her knees, brought her legs up onto the couch, and planted her feet on either side of him. Grunts of pleasure fell from his lips. Eager to hear more she set a relentless pace, impaling herself over and over. Transfixed by the exquisiteness of his face while wrapped in the throes of pleasure, she couldn’t take her eyes off him. Walls fluttering she tilted her angle, determined to take him with her.
“Are you going to come with me, Jett? Are you going to fill my pussy with your cum?”
“Fuck yes.”
A few more thrusts, and she was flying into the space where there was no pain, only she and Jett floating on a swell of ecstasy. Hot torrents of seed pumped into her, spilling over, dripping down onto her thighs and his lap. Slumping over to catch her breath she pressed against his chest, marveling at the way their hearts beat together in double-time. Yes, this was the man she could spend the rest of her life with. Did it really matter what venue they used to get to that point?
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