Blush (Rockstar #2) (4 page)

“Oh,“ is all I can say. I lift a hand to his cheek. “You're so amazing Xander. One day you'll find your princess. I promise. I'll help you when you're ready.“

He smiles and nods. “He ever does you wrong, I'll kick his ass. You two ever split, I'm going to chase you until I catch you.“

“Xander.“

He shakes his head. “I'm not in love with you, Luce, but I could be if I let myself. I'll take that help you're offering to help me find my princess. I thought I might have found her once but…“ he trails off.

“You'll tell me the story when we get some time, won't you?“

“I will.“ He hugs me again. “Love you, dollface.“ He taps my nose with his finger then kisses it.

“I love you too.“

He walks away and Jesse comes over.
Oh my. Wow
. I was not expecting that. Jesse wraps an arm around my shoulders and kisses the top of my head.

“Everything okay?“ he asks.

I nod. “Yeah. He just gave me the wedding moment that we both likely forgot.“

“Ah. It looked pretty intense.“

“Xander can be pretty intense.“

Jesse nods. “He can. Usually only when it's something important to him.“ He narrows his eyes. I can tell he's figured it out but he's not asking and I'm not telling.

“Load ‘em up,“ Cage yells.

“Want to go on the lounge bus first and deal with organizing the other bus after we stop for dinner?“ Jesse asks.

“Yeah, let's do that. We can relax and I can get used to the motion of the bus.“

He looks at me. “You don't get motion sick do you?“

“No. I've just never traveled in a bus quite like this one.“

“Baby, you're in for a treat. This sucker will ride like a Cadillac.“

I snort. “You're so full of shit. More like a tank.“

He chuckles and kisses my lips.

“C'mon wife.“ He grabs my hand and helps me onto the bus. Everyone's pretty much seated.

I spot Damian and smile. He smiles back. “Where are the rest of the roadies?“ I ask.

“On the other bus. Jesse's been extremely generous and is funding two lounge buses. I'm sure Cage would have funded them if Jesse wouldn't have
told
him it's what he was going to do.“

I snicker. “Ah yes, my overbearing husband.“

Damian's eyes flash. “So I heard. Congratulations.“

“Thank you.“

“Talk about shock factor,“ he says with a laugh.

I laugh in return. “Right? The media had no idea what to do with that one.“

“I can only imagine.“

“It was one hell of a night in Vegas,“ Xander chimes in.

Ethan laughs. “The best was the Elvis search.“

I groan. “Are we bringing that up again?“

“Hell yeah,“ Ethan says, nodding his head.

“Oh, this is gonna be good. I can already tell,“ Damian grins.

“We were walking down the strip when Lucy got it in her head to search for the ‘real' Elvis because, as Lucy said,
everyone knows Elvis is alive
.“

“Dude,“ Xander interjects, “it's true. He's alive.“

Ethan rolls his eyes. “Anyway, when we got into Caesars Palace, Lucy spotted fat Elvis and it was on like Donkey Kong. She and Xander, who was on board the crazy train, ran up to Elvis and were telling him of how he dies and how he should avoid drugs, especially when he's in the bathroom.“

Everyone on the bus starts laughing. Xander throws them a look and moves over to sit next to me.

“Fuck you guys,“ Xander tells them as he throws his arm around my shoulders. “You too, Kingston,“ he scolds, pointing at Jesse.

“Yeah, fuck you guys,“ I chime in and grin at Xander.

“Well, Lucy came on just a bit too strong because she freaked fat Elvis the fuck out to the point he started backing away. She wouldn't let him get away. When he made it to the front door, he made a run for it but, well, he was too slow. Lucy caught him.“

“What?“ Damian laughs.

Jesse's laughing. “She tackled him in front of the fountains.“

Damian throws his head back and laughs.

I throw them a glare. “What? He needed to hear it to avoid the humiliation.“

Ethan shakes his head. “Anyway, after we help fat Elvis up, he threatens Lucy with a restraining order and we head on down the strip where we find skinny Elvis. He sits down with Lucy as she and Xander tell him the story of how he'll die if he doesn't stay away from drugs.“

“The guy was cool as hell,“ Kennedy adds. “He just sat there with them and humored them. Then he asked if we all wanted to go to breakfast.“

“Hmm,“ I say with narrowed eyes as I lean into Xander.

“Fuckers. Every one of them,“ he tells me and I nod. They only snicker louder, including my sister
and
my husband. Traitors.

“We get to Denny's,“ Ethan continues, “and we just get served our breakfast when skinny Elvis asks Lucy if he can perform hers and Jesse's wedding ceremony. She, of course, says yes because: 1. It's Lucy, 2. She's hammered, and 3. It's Jesse.“

“Enough said,“ Damian says with a raise of his hands.

“So we go off in search of wedding bands. Skinny Elvis had the hookup so it didn't take too long before we were back at Denny's where these two said their ‘I do's' and were pronounced man and wife—but not before Lucy licked skinny Elvis's cheek because he had some syrup on it.“

“Huh,“ I tell Xander. “I think Damian might piss his pants.“

Xander nods. “If I were closer I'd squeeze his bladder and make sure he did.“

“What the fuck?“ Damian asks, laughing even harder.

“There you have it. The story of Luciana and Jesse Kingston's wedding,“ Ethan finishes with a bow.

“We're going back,“ Xander tells them.

I nod. “Hell yeah, we are. We're going to find Elvis. He can run but he can't hide.“

Xander nods.

“Maybe you'll find Tupac, too,“ Jace jokes.

I give him the finger.

“Aww, babe,“ Jesse croons, lifting me into his lap. “It was a great adventure and now you're my wife.“

I soften immediately. “Yeah, I am!“

“Yeah, you are!“ Sera cheers. “Mrs. Jesse Kingston.“

I get all gooey inside again and look at Jesse. His expression is soft and full of love as he leans in to kiss me softly on my lips.

“I love you, wife.“

“I love you, husband.“

Meggie bounces over and slides in next to me, resting her head on Jesse's shoulder. “I love my husband, Jesse Kingston, because he is so very dreamy.“

“Oh my God, Megs. You shit.“

“Why do you always say that?“ Jesse asks with a chuckle.

Meggie grins and I sigh.

“Go ahead. Tell him,“ I tell her.

“Okay,“ she bounces again. “When we were in high school, anytime anyone would mention your name, she'd get this look in her eyes. You could just see her going all squishy. Anyway, one day she was reading a book—a romance novel, of course.“

“Of course,“ Jesse agrees.

“She told me about one part in the book where the heroine says the hero is ‘so very dreamy' and Lucy said that's how she felt every time she saw you.“

Jesse grins. There are a lot of “aww's“ going around the bus.

“That's cute and very sweet,“ Sera reassures me.

“Thank you,“ I tell her, feeling defensive.

“I can already tell there isn't going to be a single boring minute on this tour,“ Damian muses.

“For sure not,“ Cage agrees. “I mean, it is the BFD tour, after all.“ Sarcasm. It is his friend.

“Fuckin' A,“ Xander shouts. “Speaking of that, the logo on the side of the bus is epic. Well done, Cage my man.“

Cage just nods.

The logo consists of BFD in black slanted letters, the letters for Blush are hot pink and slightly smaller but more spread out going down the side of the bus horizontally, the Falling letters are black, and the Down letters are red, fitting all of our color schemes. Pretty cool. Then there's the pinstripes matching the smaller lettering going all the way down the sides of the bus. It's really pretty awesome looking.

“I love it,“ I tell Cage. “This tour is going to be amazing.“

“You going to puke when you get up there on stage?“ Kennedy asks.

I give him an exasperated look. “Did you have to go there? Really?“

He chuckles. “Reality check, Luce. The fans will be there but remember they're there because they're your fans.“

“Uh, not so much,“ I tell him. “They're
your
fans. Falling Down fans.“

“Nah. Your songs are doing great on the charts and your album is moving up fast. You got this,“ Ben tells me with a wink.

“Thanks Benny.“

He sighs. “Luce.“

“Yes?“ I sing-song, batting my eyelashes. Ben just shakes his head and laughs.

“Yeah, Benny,“ Sera mimics with a grin.

Ben sends her a look but it's not one of exasperation. It's one filled with heat and promise.

Well, well, well
. A budding romance, perhaps? I raise a brow to Jesse and he shrugs.

Xander pulls out his iPod and Kennedy swears.

I look at him in confusion; Ethan, Ben, and Jesse all groan.

“What?“ I ask Jesse.

Just as Jesse opens his mouth, Xander starts singing and I pause with my mouth hanging open. I stare in disbelief, not because he doesn't have a great voice, because he does, but because he not only sings the song, he also starts grooving and dancing as he plays Candy Crush on his phone, totally oblivious to the fact that everyone else on the bus is staring at him. Xander isn't singing metal. Xander isn't singing rock. Oh no. Xander starts singing,
Hips Don't Lie
by Shakira.

I look at Jesse who just shakes his head. Meggie and Sera have their mouths hanging open like me, while Trace just shakes his head and Jace starts singing along.

“Dear God,“ Cage says. “We're only an hour in and he's already started.“ He shakes his head.

Kennedy nods grimly. “And so it begins.“

“Remember, sex is
like a Chinese dinner.
It ain’t over ‘til you both get your cookie.“

—ALEC BALDWIN

WE ALL SETTLE in. There are multiple conversations going on at once but I don't engage. I can only think of the look I saw Xander giving Lucy. I know that look. I give her that look. It's not just a look of admiration. It's a look of longing and affection. I don't think he's in love with her, but I think he's pretty fucking close. Who can blame him really? Lucy's fucking fantastic. Kind, caring, sweet, sexy as hell with a body that won't quit. But she's my
wife
. I know he'd never try anything with her, but I can't help the possessiveness that goes through me when I remember the look.

Lucy's talking and laughing with Sera, Cage, and Damian. Damian. That fucker. He acts all fucking innocent when he's talking to Lucy, but the minute she turns her back, he throws me a look that says, “I'm going to fuck with your world.“ He wants my wife. Hell, he wanted her the day Trace and Meggie hooked up with Blush at Nichols Records. I knew it then and I know it now.
Him
I don't trust. I've known him for a couple years now and he's always rubbed me the wrong way. I don't know what it is about him, but I just get a bad vibe from him.

Xander's sitting to my right humming some Black Eyed Peas song, when he suddenly jumps up and starts dancing in the middle of the bus singing
SexyBack
by Justin Timberlake. He scared the fuck out of everyone with his outburst and now they're just staring. He reaches a hand out to Meggie who takes it and starts dancing with him. Lucy and Sera join in and Xander hooks his iPod up to the sound system.

“Aww, fuck me,“ Kennedy whines. “Now he's got chicks who'll encourage this shit too. There's no stopping him now.“

Xander belts out a line from the song and wiggles his ass in Kennedy's face. Kennedy lifts a foot to Xander's ass and pushes him across the sitting area. The dude doesn't stop singing. He just laughs and keeps right on going. I can only shake my head.

Cage rubs his face with his hands then looks at me. “Four fucking months of this shit.“

I nod. It's going to be an interesting four months. It's going to be a
long
four months with Xander's music.

We're all pretty used to Xander's habit of singing and dancing on the tour bus. He's been doing it since we started touring. His choice in music and him dry humping our legs, arms, or the table. We usually let him go nuts for a couple songs then tell him to rein it in. Yeah, I can see that won't be happening this tour.

Lucy looks at me as she rolls her hips and I start getting hard. That's all it takes. Just a look. Just one sexy little move and I'm hard and ready for her. No one's ever affected me like she does. When she walks by and her scent drifts over me, I close my eyes and I feel calm, at peace. When she kisses my lips, my heart skips a beat. I don't think that's ever going to change. She owns my heart. She
is
my heart. And now she's my wife. Life doesn't get any better than this.

Now I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop—because it will. It always does. Nothing can be this perfect for long. Someone always comes along and fucks it up. Why? Because they can't stand to see someone happy when they're miserable. All I know is, if and when someone fucks with mine and Lucy's current state of “happy“, I'm going to fuck with them right back.

WHEN WE GET to the venue the next day, Lucy starts fidgeting. I can already see she's starting to freak out and it's only eleven in the morning. She's got a good eight hours before the show starts. Hell.

“Luce,“ I say as she sits down at the table with her breakfast bar and coffee.

“Yeah, babe.“

She looks at me, her expression one of nervousness.

“You doing alright?“

“Yeah, I'm good.“

“You look a little… anxious.“

She blows out a breath and flops her head on her forearms on the table. “I feel like I need to throw up. Jesse, oh my God,“ she mumbles.

I reach over and grab her hand, lacing my fingers with hers. “Baby.“

“Unh.“

I smile. Ben and Ethan pause their
Call of Duty
deathmatch and look over with grins.

I stand up and pull her up from where she's sitting. She stands, all pouty and distraught. I pull her into a hug and rest my cheek on top of her head. She lets out a sigh. I wish I could make this easier for her but it's something she has to get through on her own. She'll get up on stage and be nervous as fuck like everyone else who gets up there. It'll get easier and she'll become less and less nervous but that never goes away.

Ethan and Ben resume their game but not before Ethan tells me, “Go fuck her brains out, man. She'll forget for a while.“

I grin. I'm always up for fucking my wife. I lift her under her armpits and she wraps her legs around my waist.

“Want me to fuck you, baby?“

She bites her lip, her eyes glazing over with desire. She wiggles her hips, rubbing her pussy against me.

“I'm taking that as a yes,“ I say and head back toward the bathroom. The volume on the TV goes up—way up and I laugh. Lucy just shakes her head as I shut the door.

I set her down and strip her bare.

“Not wasting any time are ya?“ she teases.

“Fuck no. Turn around gorgeous,“ I coax and she does as I ask.

“On your knees,“ I demand. Her brow arches but I see the flush of her arousal spike. My wife likes being told what to do sexually and I'm going to enjoy every second of it. I drop a folded towel to the floor and Lucy kneels on it.

I pull out my already hardening cock and stroke it. She licks her lips and reaches for me.

“No.“

“No?“ she asks.

“Not until I tell you. No touching me.“

“You're hot when you take control,“ she purrs.

I smirk and wink as I stroke my cock.

“Touch my balls, baby. Just your fingertips.“

I continue to jack myself off and when she touches me as I tell her to, a bead of precum forms on the tip. Her gaze zeroes in on it and I'm tempted to let her lick it off, but she'll get the upper hand if I let her do that. Hell, I'll want in her mouth and let her do what she wants. That can't happen. Not yet.

I use my thumb and rub the precum around the head of my cock and continue to fist myself.

“Do you want to suck my dick, Lucy?“

She nods, biting her lip.

“That's good. I want to fuck your mouth. I'm going to take it how I want and you're going to let me.“

She nods again.

I put a hand behind her head and pull her closer, positioning my cock at her mouth.

“Lick, just lick.“ When she does, her hot little tongue touches the slit in the head of my dick. My woman goes for broke. Always. I close my eyes and groan.

“Suck the head, Luce.“ Her lips close around my cock and sweet heaven. She swirls her tongue and sucks. I can tell she wants to do more, to touch me, to take me deeper but my hand is there, still pumping, and I'm getting closer to the brink. I want to come in her greedy little mouth, give her what she wants, knowing it'll bring her to that edge of coming, too, so when I push my cock into her waiting and wanting pussy, she'll be so close that a few thrusts will get her to come.

“No hands,“ I warn, moving my hand back toward the base, “but you can take me deeper baby and you can touch my balls anyway you want.“ She pounces, immediately her hand cups my balls and I grunt. When she leans forward, taking my cock deeper into her mouth, then pulling back before taking me deeper again, I groan long and loud. Jesus she's incredible. It's watching her take me that makes it so good. She enjoys it. I mean
really
enjoys it. Knowing my woman enjoys giving this to me and watching my cock disappear into my wife's mouth, I'm on edge.

“Baby,“ I groan and thread a hand through her hair, pulling a bit and feeling her answering moan around my cock has my hips bucking forward. “I need to come.“

She puts one hand on my hip and the other continues to fondle my balls as she takes my cock deep. I thread my other hand through her hair and start fucking her mouth in earnest. She doesn't balk. She doesn't try not to gag. She doesn't hide a single thing as I pull her hair and her head forward and back, her eyes watering, her nostrils flaring as she breathes through her nose, her eyes closing when I push past the resistance of her throat and when she swallows I start to come.

“Fuuuuck, Lucy,“ I grunt. “I didn't want to come yet,“ I moan, thrusting a few more times, pumping my cum down the back of her throat.

I'm panting when she opens her eyes. I slowly pull her head back, my cock still semi-hard when it falls from her mouth.

“Up, baby.“ I help her. “Hands on the sink, feet apart.“

She does as I ask. I fill a cup with water and hand it to her. She gargles and spits then drinks before resuming her position.

I fist my cock and smack her ass. She starts and looks at me, eyes wide. I know she likes it, it gets her wet so fucking fast and I want her to come hard and fast. I dip my fingers between her thighs from behind and her pussy is soaked.

“Damn. Always so hot and wet for me.“

“Mmm,“ she moans when I slide two fingers deep into her, her walls greedily clamping on.

“You're close to coming already. I want you to come on my cock, Lucy. Don't come on my fingers,“ I warn.

She nods and moans again when I slide my cock between her ass cheeks, thrusting against her body. I position myself at her the opening of her wet pussy and she widens her stance, arching her back and thrusting her ass out at me. I want to groan but I bite it back. She has no idea just how fucking sexy she is. I could come again right now, just watching her, just feeling her around my fingers.

I push inside her slowly, her breath hitches and her eyes close.

“No.“

Her eyes open and meet mine in the mirror over the sink.

“Eyes open. I want to see you and I want you to see me.“

Her breath catches when I'm fully seated inside her and she shudders.

“Can you come right now, Lucy? Do you think you can get yourself off just like this?“ I question.

“I don't know but now I'm curious to find out,“ she smirks.
Challenge accepted
is what that smirk tells me.

Her pussy squeezes my cock and I groan. “Jesus. You feel so fucking good. I will never, ever get tired of your body and how it makes me feel when we fuck.“

She pushes her ass back further against me, her walls clenching and unclenching. I rotate my hips and she moans, her head tips back.

“You need more,“ I tell her and thrust fast and deep into her, my balls bouncing off of her clit and she gasps.

“Oh yes, yes, Jesse,“ she moans. “God, that's it right there.“

I hit the spot deep inside her that gets her wetter, her juices wetting my cock. I look down to see it glistening and son of a bitch if I don't have to come again.

“Fuuuuck, Lucy,“ I thrust faster. I reach between us and wet my fingers, then reach around her to rub her clit. Three circles and she comes and holy shit does she come.

She squeezes my cock so fucking tight it almost hurts as I keep thrusting and fingering her clit. I pound harder into her, her pussy convulsing all around my cock.