Chapter Eight
It had felt fucking amazing being up there again. Better than ever. Knowing Macy was watching had breathed new life into his performance, and he’d seen the pride in her eyes whenever the stage lights caught in them just right. She had actually appeared to be having a good time. He couldn’t have asked for more.
Macy practically threw herself into his arms as he emerged into the crowd. Catching her, he laughed as he said, “Hey, hey. You’ll have to wait your turn, miss.”
“My ass I will.” She laced her fingers behind his neck and pulled him down for a kiss so hot and deep and hard that he felt fucking branded right there in front of everyone. And he liked it, but it wasn’t like his normally reserved wife. What the fuck had happened in the eight or ten minutes since the set ended? Searching her face once she finally released him revealed nothing but wicked satisfaction.
Something clicked in his brain. Raina. Of course. He’d been having so much fun, he’d almost forgotten that she was even here. Because it didn’t matter. But if something had happened, it must have gone well, and he loved that Macy didn’t mind claiming what was hers in front of everyone.
“Are you ready to get out of here?” she asked, searching his eyes intently.
“I was thinking I might have a beer or two with the guys. Give me half an hour.”
Her lips pursed in an adorable pout he didn’t think she ever realized she did. “I know how your half-hours work. They turn into one hour. Then three. Then daylight.”
He laughed, keeping his arm around her shoulders as he turned her toward the bar. “Thirty minutes. Maybe forty-five. You have my word. I just really want to celebrate.”
“Fair enough, as long as you remember the celebration you have waiting back at the hotel room.”
Shiiiit. His cock gave a celebratory twitch at the very thought. “Maybe I didn’t think this through.”
She laughed, putting both her arms around his waist as she shuffled along at his side. “Celebrate with your friends. It’s okay. I’ll hang out with Candace for a little while longer. Maybe I’ll come around and act like I don’t know you. We’ll see how well you do with picking me up.”
He stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face her, not releasing her because he fucking couldn’t. Not in that moment. Not with her looking up at him with those molten hazel eyes, pulling him in. Irresistible. “Hell,” he managed to croak before swooping in to kiss her, his hand fisted in her hair. “I’ve changed my mind,” he murmured against the softness of her lips. “Let’s go.”
The tremor that went through her…he felt it in his bones. “Are you sure?”
“Fuck yes.” He took another taste of her. She was more intoxicating than anything they served at the bar. “Need you more.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” she said teasingly. And then she killed him, right there in front of everyone, when she moved her lips to brush against his ear. “Fuck, I’m horny for you.”
Dead. Slain. Done. They said their goodbyes to their friends, and he thought they might not even make it to the hotel. He thought he might not make it, because Macy kissed his neck and rubbed his cock through his jeans the entire way. Ghost hadn’t come in his pants since he was a fucking teenager, and he wasn’t about to start now, but goddamn, she knew how to touch him, even with the barrier between their flesh. He was in agony as they spoke with the desk clerk to check in at the hotel, with Macy beside him all bright-eyed and pink-cheeked. All he could think about was another set of cheeks he’d like to see flushed pink. And soon.
The walk was agony. He didn’t dare touch her during the brief elevator ride, or he might not have been able to stop. And to not touch her, he had to not look at her right then. Her perfection. Even though he felt her looking at him.
“Is something the matter?” she asked, sounding way too innocent.
“Just waiting until we get to the room,” he said casually, letting his gaze rest on the floor buttons, “before I fuck you into oblivion.”
“Oh, is that what you think?” She could have been asking if he thought it would rain tomorrow. Slowly, she flipped the key card through her deft fingers. That, he couldn’t help but watch. “I’m not sure you can handle what I’ve got for you tonight.”
“I’m sure I can.”
“Hmm. I’m not convinced. You’ve been building up all day. Then you did the show, and I know that took a lot of energy. You must be tired.”
“Nothing’s better after coming offstage than pussy.”
Her mouth dropped open in mock outrage, because she knew by now that if she baited him, he was ready at a moment’s notice to return the favor. He let a nonchalant smile spread across his face.
“Really. I take it you’ve had a lot of pussy after coming offstage, then.”
“Never yours, though. It’ll be interesting to see if it’s as wild with my wife.”
The doors opened, and only then did he look at her face. Yep. It was full of challenge. “Oooh. You’re treading hard,” she said.
“That ain’t all I’m about to do hard.” He swept his arm ahead to indicate she should walk out ahead of him. Her feet remained planted to the floor of the elevator.
“Oh yeah? You ought to be worried, considering I just had a run-in with your ex. Wasn’t hers the pussy you dove in after coming offstage?”
The very mention of Raina was damn near boner death, but he laughed, stepping forward to keep the elevator doors from closing on them. Shit, if he took this too far, he might be sleeping in the car tonight. “It’s all a blur.”
“That’s fabulous. All a blur. A drunken blur of pussy!”
Naturally, a couple took that moment to appear in front of them as she bellowed at him, and the look on her face when she was caught made him nearly piss himself laughing. “Sorry,” he told the stern-faced man and woman, reaching and grabbing Macy’s arm, tugging her forward. “She’s had a few too many, you know. Gonna put her right to bed.” And fuck her brains out.
“Oh my God,” she muttered over and over as he dragged her to their room, while the hallway seemed to get longer and longer the farther they walked. “I can’t believe I just said that in front of them. Oh my God.”
“Can’t take you anywhere, you foul-mouthed heathen, yelling about pussy in front of those nice people.”
“Well! It’s your fault, getting me so riled up.”
“So mad about my drunken blur, even though you know damn good and well that I much prefer a clear, sober view of yours, baby.” She grinned a little at that, so maybe he’d averted the nuclear crisis that had been building. He went on. “Could have been worse. If I’d done what I’ve been wanting to do since we stepped into the elevator, they might have caught you with more than dirty words in your mouth.”
Macy’s tongue peeked out to wet her lips. Christ. Their room came into view. Ghost grabbed the key card from her fingers and inserted it. The little green light flashed their success, and then they were inside the dark room lit only faintly by Austin city lights beyond the windows. He could make out the path to the bed, but then the door closed behind them and they were plunged into near-blackness.
Macy gave a lovely gasp as he planted her back against the nearest wall, pressing his mouth hard to hers and tasting her deeply. She shuddered against him in the dark, and he couldn’t see her face even with his eyes open, but with that one sensory deprivation came a sweeter flavor in her kiss, a hungrier touch. Her little whimper rent the silence as her fists clutched at his shirt, tugging at him desperately.
His dick hadn’t lost the interest she’d aroused in the car and the elevator. Not in the least. When her hands went to his fly to wrench his jeans open and release him, rock solid and straining, so much relief flooded him that he had to pull away from her and groan. Her soft hands went to immediate work, stroking, soothing, teasing, torturing. Fuck. He had to get in her now , get the edge off, but she hit her knees in front of him and took him into the loving wet cavern of her mouth. His own knees nearly buckled, his hands shooting out to slam against the wall and keep him standing as she dampened him with her clever tongue and took him deep enough to make his toes curl in his boots.
Once he was certain of his ability to remain upright, he plunged both hands into her silky hair, feeling every movement of her head just before he felt the delectable results on his cock. He ached, and cursed, and fought with himself, and finally pushed her gently away though it took every shred of self-control he possessed.
“Up,” he commanded, and she was quick to obey. Her shirt came off in his hands, quickly joined on the floor by her bra, the lace sensual against his fingers but nothing compared to her warm skin. Now that his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, he could barely make out the outlines of her face and body. It was hot this way, but it wouldn’t do, not now, not for him. He needed to see her when he loved her. Watch her face, her pleasure, the love in her eyes.
Macy stripped her shorts and panties off and went to work on his clothes, divesting him of everything with an excitingly desperate efficiency. He lifted her in his arms; her legs went automatically around his waist. He carried her to the bed and laid her down before reaching over to fumble for a switch and turning on a single lamp.
Light bathed her gloriously naked body, and she stole his breath as she always did. Her hazel eyes took in his every move as he crawled onto the bed with her, watchful and anticipating.
“You’re so beautiful I don’t know what to do with you sometimes,” he told her, sliding a hand up one smooth naked thigh. She trembled beneath his touch, but kept her legs together. That was fine; he would have a hell of a lot of fun coaxing them apart.
“I really did love watching you tonight,” she said, the words surprising him.
“Yeah?”
She nodded.
“I thought it looked like you were enjoying yourself, but I didn’t know if you were doing it for my benefit.”
A coy little smile curled her lips. “Oh, you know me better than that.”
True. Macy wasn’t one to show things she didn’t feel. Most of the time. “I’m glad you had fun.”
“So, do you think…that’s something you would like to do again?”
He paused, surveying her shuttered expression with the distinct and disturbing feeling that his answer would determine whether he gained entry to the closed gate in front of him. Oh, she was paying him back for the elevator, surely. “Why are you asking me that now, huh?”
A shrug of her slim shoulders. “Curious.”
“I had a good time,” he said, “but no. I don’t need it. If they asked me to do it again, I would decline.”
“Why?”
“Like I said, I don’t need it. It was laid out as a onetime thing and it will remain a onetime thing.”
“You wouldn’t only be declining on my account?”
One corner of his mouth tugged up in a grin he couldn’t quite suppress. Her skin was still tantalizingly soft underneath his fingertips as he caressed it. “No. Why?”
“You looked like you belonged up there. Like you missed it so much, and I realized how I’d made everything about me. How wrong that was of me. I’m sorry.”
Such sincerity rang in her words that he was taken aback. Maybe she wasn’t trying to punish him after all. Always so hard to read, his Macy, and even after all this time, he often got it wrong, not knowing what was going on behind those pretty eyes until she chose to let him in on it. One of the many, many things he loved about her…the enigma of her. Solving her puzzles. Enough to keep him intrigued for the rest of his life.
“It’s okay,” he said, feeling at a loss. “Nothing you need to apologize for.”
“I felt I needed to.”
“I appreciate it. Now, if I don’t get to fuck you soon, I can’t be held responsible if I start crying and begging. Can we hold off on the heavy conversation until after?”
She giggled, and finally, finally , her legs fell apart in front of him. There might come a day when the sight of her hidden slice of heaven didn’t set his pulse pounding and his dick painfully throbbing, but it was not this day. Oh no, this day wasn’t it. And fuck that anyway, because that day would never come.
He leaned in to tease little kisses up her inner thighs, watching her reactions, studying the increasing pace at which her breasts rose and fell. Ghost might not always know what was going on inside her mind, but reading her body was an art he had perfected. She mewled with restless abandon, rolling her head on the mattress while he allowed his fingertips and lips to playfully roam free over her soft planes and curves, taking his time even though there wasn’t much left before the whole crying thing would set in. But it was only when Macy’s legs couldn’t get any wider from her need that he settled between them and locked gazes with her as he locked their bodies together.
This was why he needed to see her. The breathless acceptance and trust and need as she took him inside. As colossal as the pleasure was, it was only eclipsed by the love. Who needed drugs, who needed alcohol, who the fuck needed the stage, when they could have this?
“You’re so beautiful,” he told her, smoothing the hair back from her forehead as he began to move. All games forgotten. Games had their place, they added their spice. But this was everything. She was everything. Her mouth found his, her kiss sweet and greedy, her body moving in perfect sync with his.
And ordinarily he would let it last, let it build until the absolute breaking point, but goddamn, he’d left that point way back on the road to get here. When she’d been so hot and wild riding him in the backseat, and they’d been interrupted. She wrapped him so tightly now, took him so deeply, all his thoughts fractured. He had to come or go insane.
He uttered her name on a growl, shoving his arms beneath her to hug her close. She crossed her ankles behind his back, draped her own arms around his neck, and silently dared him with her body to try and break free. To even entertain the thought of escape was insanity, though. She had him, and she knew it, and he knew it, and it was fucking okay.
“Yes, baby, come for me,” she whispered in his ear, and he was a goner, release jolting down his spine and out his body like lightning. Pouring into her wet heat as he thrust deep and held, giving her every drop she needed, his fingertips biting into her skin as her own clenched on his back. Just as the peak of his bliss was letting him down, hers lifted her up, tiny flutters rippling along his cock as she thrust against him and moaned into his mouth.
“Oh my God,” she murmured as she shuddered beneath him. “Seth, oh, Seth…”
Sweetest music he’d ever made in his life.
She came hard and long, surprising him for the short amount of time he’d spent inside her. But he wasn’t complaining. Especially when she sank her teeth into his shoulder. He always loved that. “Damn, baby girl, you weren’t lying.”
“Huh? When?” she asked breathlessly, still giving little bursts of shuddering pleasure beneath him.
“Horny as fuck.”
“Oh.” She managed a sound that started out as a laugh and ended as sigh. “Yeah.”
He was well enough acquainted with female biology and timing by now that he pretty much knew what that meant… They might have a major life change nine months from now. It was all good. Ghost gathered his wife into his arms and held her, thinking he would never get close enough. But he would damn sure keep trying.