Hadley
WE’D MADE IT to Ashland early, so several of the crew had decided to head into town to explore. I was exhausted, so I chose to stay back at my room, but a knock at my door had me groaning in frustration as I turned off the taps of the bath I was about to enjoy.
I peeked through the peephole and yanked the door open. “What are you doing here?”
Jack chuckled and walked inside, closing and locking the door behind us. “Found out you weren’t goin’ anywhere, so I found an excuse to do the same.”
I grinned, leaning up to kiss him. “I love that, but you’re interrupting my bath plans.”
“How about I get you dirty and then you can soak while I order room service.”
I shivered. “I love that idea.”
He kissed me again, lifting my T-shirt off my body and guiding me to the bed, pushing me gently onto the mattress and dragging my pants down... panties and all... and throwing them aside. He climbed up my body, kissing as he went, pushing my bra off as he moved up. I arched as he drew a nipple into his mouth and slid a hand between my legs, thumbing my clit.
“Jack,” I breathed out.
“Open, baby.”
I dropped my knees so he could have better access and he slid three fingers inside of me, gently biting down on my nipple. I mewed, my breath coming in pants as he sped up his hand between my legs. “Ohmigod, yes.”
His hand slipped out of me and I whimpered, but I needn’t have been concerned, because his mouth replaced his thumb and his fingers slid back inside of me. I cried out as my orgasm hit and my legs became like jelly
Jack kissed me gently and pushed off the bed. He removed his clothes and even in my climax-induced haze, I was transfixed by his body. He might have been a decade older than me, but you’d never know it. He was gorgeous and his body was like granite. He was hard and his cock was just as impressive as his body. I licked my lips, suddenly wanting him in my mouth. I sat up and scooted off the bed, kneeling in front of him.
“Baby, wait.”
I shook my head, cradling his cock in my hand and kissing the tip. I took as much of him as I could in my mouth. God, he was big… deliciously so.
“Hadley,” he whispered.
I released him and frowned up at him. “Would you please stop talking, Jack?”
I slid my mouth over the tip again and drew him further in.
“Condom,” he whispered.
I groaned and continued to suck as I pumped with one hand and cradled his balls with the other.
I knew I was giving him what he needed when he fisted his hands into my hair and his hips began to move. I couldn’t stop a smile as he fucked my mouth, me a willing participant, holding on when he told me he was going to come. He warned me again, but I grabbed his ass and squeezed.
“Holy shit!” he said with a groan as he came.
I waited until his cock stopped pulsing before giving one more suck and releasing him. Jack moved quickly as he lifted and dropped back on the bed, sliding into me slowly (after putting on a condom), but no less deliciously.
“Honey,” I whispered.
He kissed me and his tongue swept against mine as he surged into me. Guiding my hands above my head, Jack held them there with one hand, sliding his other to my breast. As he rolled my nipple between his fingers, he kissed me deeply, slamming into me over and over again.
I cried out his name as I came, trying to drag my hands from their prison to touch him, but he held firm and didn’t release me until he came inside of me, eliciting yet another orgasm from me.
He kissed me again and pulled me close, running his fingers through my hair. “Gorgeous, baby.”
I ran my finger down his chest. “This all gets better and better.”
“Yeah, it does.”
“But that bath beckons, so I’m going to put in the room service order and you can wait for it.” I sat up and grabbed the menu. “What do you want?”
“I can do it, baby.”
“No, I don’t want a man calling down from my room.”
“What about opening the door to receive it?” he challenged.
“Since you’ll be fully clothed, we can explain that away.”
He chuckled. “You’d be a good spy.”
“Thank you.” I ordered our food and then went back to the bathroom and added hot water before sliding into the warmth.
Soft whiskers settled on my forehead and Jack kissed me there and I opened his eyes with a smile. “Is the food here?”
“Yeah.”
“That was quick.”
“Not really. You fell asleep. It took forty-five minutes.”
“Seriously?” I sat up. “I must be getting too old for tour life.”
Jack laughed. “I hear ya.”
“You better not keep me up all night, mister.” I jabbed a finger toward him. “I need to sleep.”
He laughed, grabbing my hand and lifting me out of the tub before handing me a towel. “I’ll see what I can do.”
I pulled on a robe and joined Jack back in the room where we ate, then spent the evening watching television and fucking like rabbits, but he was forever a gentleman, so he made sure we were tucked into bed by nine and I fell asleep soon after, snuggled close to the man who was rapidly wrapping himself around my heart.
* * *
We hit California and I couldn’t wait to explore San Francisco. Roxie had organized a girls’ night out, so the three of us were going to dinner then dancing… no boys allowed.
The show at the Oracle Arena was on Saturday night, but tonight, we were letting our hair down, and after being surrounded by testosterone for a couple of weeks, I was ready for some lady time.
I’d brought a little black dress with me (well, actually, it was red) and a pair of strappy heeled sandals, but the night was chilly and overcast, so I quickly wished I had a nicer pair of shoes. I didn’t travel with much on the road, so my only “evening” shoes were the sandals.
I had lamented as much to Jack in bed last night as I was perusing the Zon trying to find something I could have delivered to me at the hotel. Alas, everything I liked was either way out of my budget, or not available for same-day delivery.
I was going to freeze.
A knock at my door brought Jack and I yanked him into the room with a frown. “What are you doing here?” I hissed. “Someone will see you.”
He chuckled. “Baby, no one’s even walkin’ around on this floor. I checked.”
Unfortunately, the hotel’s adjoining rooms were all booked, so were stuck on separate floors. He pulled a bag out from behind his back with a huge smile.
“What’s this?”
“A gift. Open it.”
I bit my lip and peeked in the bag. “Ohmigod. No.” I glanced up at him and back in the bag, dragging the shoe box out of it. “You did not.”
They were the Louboutin black suede booties I’d been drooling over before checking out Payless Shoes for a cheaper version. The red sole matched my dress perfectly and I found myself stroking them before shoving them back in the box. “I can’t.”
“Why the hell not?”
“They’re, like, almost a grand. No. Huh-uh. I can’t.”
“Sit down, Hadley.”
“Jack—”
“Sit down,” he growled, and I sat.
He took the boots out of the box again and slid them gently onto my feet and I groaned as he pulled me back up. “They feel like butter.”
He chuckled. “They look perfect, baby.”
“Well, they better for what they cost.”
“What are you wearing?”
I nodded to the dress hanging over the door. “That.”
“Ah, no you’re not.”
“Why not?”
“That’ll barely cover your ass.”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s not that skimpy.”
“Baby, no.”
“Ohmigod, Jack, you don’t get to dictate what I wear.”
He dropped his head back and swore before dragging his hands down his face and staring at me intently.
“Jack?”
“Workin’ it out, baby. Give me a second.”
I grabbed the dress off the hanger, slid my robe from my shoulders, and stepped into the fabric. “Zip me.”
Jack stepped toward me, and zipped it up, kissing the back of my neck before he did the final hook at the top.
“You work it out yet?” I asked, and turned to face him again.
“No,” he breathed out. “Fuck. Baby, you seriously goin’ out like that?”
The dress was low-cut and fitted with a rouched panel over the waist and stopped just above the knee. It looked great on my curves and had a little stretch in it so I didn’t walk like a Geisha.
“You don’t like it?”
“The problem is, I like it a fuck of a lot… and so will every dick that’ll be following you.”
I chuckled. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I don’t like that you’re goin’ out without someone watchin’ your back.”
“Sully will be there.”
“He’s one guy to the three of you, and he’s paid to watch Lucy, so she’ll get first bullet.”
“Wait a minute.” I laid my palm on his chest. “I thought I was just supposed to be worried about barflies, now people are shooting at us?”
“Metaphorically. If someone’s hittin’ on you and Lucy, who do you think Sully’s gonna stop first?”
I grabbed my earrings and put them on with a smile. “You’re forgetting Roxie.”
“Roxie can take care of herself. I’ve seen her take down a man twice my size in ten-point-two seconds.”
“And you don’t think I can?”
“Not in that dress, no.”
I tapped my lip with my finger and mused out loud, “Do I burst his bubble now or never?”
He crossed his arms. “If you say you can take care of yourself, I believe you, Hadley, but if some asshole puts something in your drink, you won’t be lucid enough to fight him off.”
I pulled his arms away from his chest and wrapped mine around his waist. “I won’t drink anything I don’t get directly from a server or the bartender and I will drink mostly bottled water… that I open myself.” I cocked my head. “Are you okay if I drink? Because I won’t if it’ll bother you.”
“Knock yourself out, baby, just be smart.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. You’ve been dry for weeks. Have a little fun.”
“Thanks, honey. I will. I will also make sure bathroom visits are executed with my bathroom buddy… or Sully… although, he might get sick of watching us go in and out of the ladies’.”
“I think we should go with you.”
“No!” I gave him a gentle squeeze. “It’s our time away from the farting, ball scratching, and general grossness of you men and I plan to take advantage of that.”
“I don’t fart, nor do I scratch my balls in public, so that means you just find me gross.”
“Not even a little bit.” I giggled. “The others, though… well, they’re not you, and I want to have some girl time.”
He sighed, leaning down to kiss me. “You look beautiful.”
“You could have opened with that, but the shoes were a good buffer.”
He smiled… finally and kissed me again. “I kind of want you out of that dress now.”
“Later,” I promised. “Right now, I need to see the whole ensemble.”
He released me and I walked into the bathroom where there was a full-length mirror, and did a little happy dance.
“Good?”
I squeaked and threw my arms around his neck. “They’re amazing, honey. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
“You could have led with that instead of shoving them back in the box,” he retorted.
I sighed. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m not used to being spoiled, and this was a huge gift, Jack. I still feel weird taking it.”
“Do they make you happy?”
“You make me happy.”
He grinned. “Good answer.”
I kissed him gently. “Thank you. They are exactly what I wanted and they look perfect with this dress.”
“When you get back, you’re gonna remove the dress, but keep those boots on.”
I licked my lips. “Okay, honey, I can get behind that.”
A knock sounded and I gasped. “Who is that?”
“Probably Lucy.”
“She can’t see you in here!” I hissed and pushed him toward the bathroom. “Hide.”
“What if she has to take a piss?”
“I’ll tell her… ah… I’ll tell her I just took a giant dump and she should wait until we get to the lobby.”
He chuckled. “You’ve obviously been around the boys a lot longer than you’re willing to admit.”
“Hence the girls’ night. Now, hide,” I said, pushing him harder toward the bathroom. “There’s a key on the dresser for you to use later.”
Jack closed himself into the bathroom and I grabbed my purse and coat and headed to the door. It was in fact Lucy, so I stepped out of the room with a grin. “Ohmigod, I’m so excited.”
She grinned. “You look amazing.”
“Thank you, so do you.”
Lucy wore a stunning black dress that had a crisscross top with wide shoulder straps, and a loose skirt that fell just above her knees. She wore a pair of heels that had a bow around her ankle and she looked sexy and sweet all at the same time.
“Where’s your mom?”
“She’s currently in a rip-roaring argument with my dad who has decreed, ‘you will not go out alone in that,’” Lucy mimicked.
Hmmm, Rex and Jack were apparently cut from the same cloth.
I giggled. “Let’s go save her, then.”
We headed upstairs to the executive suites, and Lucy knocked on the door, entering when Roxie pulled the door open.
“Holy crap, Mom, you look amazing,” Lucy exclaimed and hugged her.
“Thanks, baby, so do you.”
Roxie wore a lace dress that had a black under dress, and it fell to just below her knees. She was a fuller figured woman and it complemented all of her curves perfectly. She’d teased her blonde hair and layered on the smoky eye, but kept her lips and cheeks somewhat neutral. If I didn’t know she was in her fifties, I would have sworn she was my age.
“You really do look amazing,” I said, and Roxie grinned.
“You do too, honey. I think we’re gonna find you a man tonight.”
I choked a little and forced a smile. “Nope. Not interested in finding a man, but thanks.”
“Well, maybe just a one-night stand.”
“Roxanne MacDonald Haddon, there will be no pickin’ men up… for anyone,” Rex bellowed from the other room, and I couldn’t stop a laugh as he walked out of the bedroom with a scowl. “Hear me?”
“Yeah, baby, the whole hotel heard you,” she retorted, and wrapped her arms around his waist. “I love you, you big dope.”
“Love you too, baby.” His hands went straight to her ass and he squeezed.
I turned away from the slightly erotic scene and busied myself in my purse, grabbing my lipstick and running it lightly over my mouth.
“Really, you two?” Lucy complained, and Rex chuckled.
“You know the drill, baby girl.”
“Yeah, I know. Mom’s ass is always at your disposal, privately or otherwise. Gross.”
I blushed, but stayed silent. I thought it was sweet. They’d been together for thirty years or something close to that, and they were still madly in love with each other.
Lucy glanced at her phone. “Sully’s in the hallway.”
“We better go, then,” Roxie said, and leaned up to kiss Rex. “Be good.”
“You too.”
She grinned. “No way in hell.”
We laughed and rushed out of the room before he could stop us.
“Ladies,” Sully said, and waved toward the elevators.
I looped my arm with Lucy’s and we were practically giddy as awe headed down the hall… just as Jack turned the corner.
“You’re gonna be givin’ the bouncers a workout tonight,” Jack said with a grin.
“We’re gonna be giving the bartenders a workout tonight,” Roxie quipped.
I bit my lip as Jack’s eyes raked over my body and I couldn’t help a little shiver.
“You ladies have a good time. I’ll keep Rex and Bam occupied.”
“Thanks, Uncle Jack,” Lucy said, and we continued to the elevator.
* * *
Arriving back at the hotel, Bam and Rex had met Roxie and Lucy in the parking garage in order to walk them to their rooms, so Sully walked me to mine. I was somewhat intoxicated and found this funny for some reason.
“You really are the Sullynator,” I quipped as we rode the elevator up.
“The Sullynator, Miss Simon?”
“You know, like the Terminator… only Sully. Sully-nator.” I giggled. “It just rolls off your tongue.”
The doors popped open and I stumbled out, laughing again when Sully wrapped an arm around my waist and tugged me the opposite way. “This way, Miss Simon.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“You’re should really say, ‘Come with me if you want to live,’” I said in my best Arnold voice.
His lips went up… sort of.
“Did I just make you smile?” I squeaked. “Did I just make the Sullynator smile?”
“We’re here, Miss Simon,” he said, his mouth now back to his normal bodyguard expression. “Do you have your key?”
“My key?”
“Your room key.”
“Oh, right.” I grabbed my purse and rummaged in it, finding the key and waving it triumphantly in the air. “I found it!”
“Well, done, Miss Simon. Can I help you open your door?”
I giggled. “Are you flirting with me, Mr. Sullivan?”
“Just trying to make sure you get in your room safely.”
“Do you have a lady friend, Sully?” I continued, my filter totally clocked with the alcohol coursing through my veins.
“No, ma’am.”
“That can’t be right, because you’re super handsome, Sully. You look like young Pierce Brosnan. Come to think of it, old Pierce Brosnan looks like young Pierce Brosnan. I’m not actually sure he’s aging. Do you think anyone’s ever actually looked into that, Sully?
“No, ma’am.”
“They should. And this all begs the question, why don’t you have a lady friend? You should have a lady friend. You’re too handsome not to have a lady friend.” I gasped. “Do you want a gentleman friend instead, Sully? I should probably stop talking about the ladies if you’d rather have a gentleman friend.”
“No, ma’am.”
“Oh, then you really should have a lady friend. Do you need help finding a lady friend? I bet Lucy and I could find you a lady friend.” I giggled. “Lady friend is such a funny word to say… well, it’s really two words, but they’re funny, don’t you think, Sully… nator?”
“Yes, ma’am, they’re funny.” He gently pried my room key from my hand and unlocked my door, handing it back to me as he pushed the door open slightly. “In you go.”
“Okay. Right. Thanks, Sully.”
“Hasta la vista, Miss Simon.”
I exploded into giggles as I stepped into my room and Sully pulled the door closed behind me.
“Fuck me, baby, I thought I was gonna have to come out there and collect you.”
I squealed in fright, flipping on the light. “What are you doing here?”
“You gave me a key.” He chuckled. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
I wrinkled my nose. “I didn’t think you’d be here waiting for me.”
“You’d rather it be Sully?”
“What? No!” I frowned. “What?”
Jack chuckled. “Okay, baby, you need to get out of that dress and sleep.”
“But I wanted to keep my boots on while you… did stuff to me.” I licked my lips, but found myself really interested in the flavor of the lip-gloss I was wearing. “Ohmigod, my lips taste like lollipops.”
Jack grinned. “I’m sure they do. Come on… I’ll help you with your boots.”
“You should really lick my lips and then you’ll taste the lollipop too.”
“I’ll lick them later… when I do stuff to you.”
“Why not now?”
“Because you’re drunk, and as gorgeous and adorable as you are, I want you a little more sober before I lick… well, everything.”
“You’re always such a gentleman,” I said, hiccupping as I leaned against him. “Why am I hiccupping?”
“Because you’re drunk.”
“I thought hiccupping only happened in cartoons.”
He chuckled. “Well, apparently, you just proved that theory wrong.”
I smiled up at him. “You are so unbelievably delicious.”
“Thank you, baby.”
“Can I taste your lollipop?”
He groaned, dropping his head back. “I’m holdin’ on by a thread here, Hadley.”
I grinned, kissing his neck, and then I think I passed out.
* * *
Jack
Hadley’s body went limp and I caught her, lifting her gently and settling her on the bed. God damn, the woman was fuckin’ cute when she was drunk. I’d been a little concerned when she kept goin’ on about how fuckin’ handsome Sully was, but the second she said she thought he should have a lady friend, I knew I had nothing to be worried about.
I undressed her, leaving her in just her panties and pulling her against me as I kissed her forehead and tugged the covers over us. I loved everything about this scenario, and planned to make sure it happened again, because she obviously had a good time, and I knew she needed it.
When she woke me at four in the morning with her mouth wrapped around my cock, I decided this would happen again sooner than later.