CHAPTER EIGHT
Finale Finally—Jack
My Grace lost, but my girl won and I’m pissed but I’m also going to punish Sal in the most delicious way and I can’t wait. The finale was all bells and whistles and was stressful, fun, fast, and crazed. I barely remember half of it, the exception was the three minutes that Sal and I had before our stage was lifted and I made her come with my fingers in 30 seconds. Her eyes were glassy and she looked beautiful singing and playing guitar, never missing a note. I was surprisingly cool with my dick hard as a rock, thankfully we sat the entire performance so I could cover it up.
I pull up to Sal’s gate and it opens without me having to press the button. She’s waiting for me. It’s late but I couldn’t wait until tomorrow and I knew she would still be up. The adrenaline takes a while to wear off after any finale show. I pull my truck in front of her garage and make my way to the front door. Sal is standing in the open doorway, two beer bottles hang from her right hand.
She hands me one. “Good show, Jack.” Her smile is wide and incandescent.
“Yeah, it was great, darlin’,” I say then take a pull on the beer and walk into her house.
I know that her kids are with Evan for the week. He’s touring in Texas and they travel with both parents when they tour. Also, Sal’s schedule with High Note has been non-stop this week and she wouldn’t have been around for them. She misses them, but right now, I want them to be the last thing on her mind.
She looks a little nervous as she takes a swig from her bottle as she follows me into her kitchen. It’s warm and welcoming, just like her. It’s well appointed but not so huge as to be obnoxious. Sal likes quality things but also likes to keep things manageable for her children. I come up behind her as she leans into the concrete island.
“I know what you did, darlin’,” I whisper low in her ear, and then bite her lobe.
She shivers. “Me? What did I do? You can’t possibly be accusing me of cheating, Jack?” she asks in a sardonic tone.
“You did,” I tease. “How could I ever compete when you were wearing that dress?” When I saw Sal walk onto the stage when our emcee, Poppy Jones, introduced her, I almost came in my pants. The dress was white and hugged her in all the right places. I also could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. So could all of America. Her hair was slicked back into a complex braided bun that I’m sure involved a ton of fake hair. Her make-up was shimmery and she looked like a goddess. My goddess. Then she sat down. From my chair next to hers I could see her full breast when she slouched a bit through the side of her dress which had slits on either side of her torso. I was in pain for most of the night. Thank fuck she changed for our duet. She still looked stunning in a navy sheath and to my delight, no panties.
“Oh, that little rag?” She shrugs and I laugh, pressing myself into her with a little more force.
I run my hand down her side, now covered in a black camisole. Sal is clearly in her home mode. She’s wearing cut off shorts and the camisole, her legs bare and begging to be touched. Her feet are bare and that means she is not as tall without her usual heels. She also seems more vulnerable, and my heart beats faster knowing that she’s comfortable with me and that she knows how I feel about her. I can only hope she feels the same, even if it’s not today.
I gently push her down so she’s bent over the island. Her breaths are shorter and I see her smile in the corner of her mouth. “You think this is funny, darlin’?” I run my hand up her spine and grab the camisole and pull it from her, the delicate straps popping off with ease. She huffs in surprise as I place my forearm lightly across her neck, keeping her in place. I get rid of her shorts and panties while holding her still and she is naked and under my control. I know she’s loving it even though she’ll never admit it out loud.
She turns her head as far as she can to look at me. “So am I being punished for the dress or the win?”
“Darlin’, you’re being punished for that dress, flirting with Chet Fine, and for making me wait so long to be with you,” I say. “Also for the win. You know how much I hate to lose.”
I stand abruptly, leaving Sal still prone on the cool concrete of the counter. She’s a sight. Her hands grip the opposite edge of the island and her back is arched slightly, leaving her beautiful ass up and demanding my attention. I crouch down and spread her ass cheeks. My tongue gently and then not so gently explores her everywhere. I add my thumb I know she loves so much to her ass, just edging around her entrance, torturing her sweetly. She pushes her ass into me as I start to lick her in earnest, paying most of my attention to her clit, my fingers working the inside of her wet pussy. My thumb breaches her ass and I hear her growl in ecstasy. I know she’s close and so I stop and pull away.
“What. .why? Why did you stop?” she mumbles almost incoherently.
I laugh and start walking towards where I know her bedroom is. She’s told me how much she likes being on the first floor and her kids upstairs, so I follow a hallway that leads to her room. The door is ajar and I enter her room. It’s all Sal. The walls are lined with books, guitars, records, and family photos. The curtains are purple and block out the light. Her bed is massive and welcoming. I kick off my boots, pull my shirt over my head, and unbuckle my belt and unbutton my jeans.
Her scent is overpowering as she comes in and I’m surprised when she embraces me from behind and kisses me intimately on my shoulder blade. “Look at me,” she whispers and I turn to face her.
She is makeup free and her hair is soft and free of the earlier extensions and hairspray. She’s so beautiful it almost hurts. “I’m such a lucky bastard, you here in front of me, totally bare,” I say honestly.
“I’m the lucky one. I know you want to punish me and I kind of want that too, if I’m honest, but I want you to know when I say that I’m yours, I mean it. There’s no one else between us. No contestants, no exes, no kids, and certainly no fucking Chet Fine.” I laugh and she steps into me and hugs me.
“Jack, I love you too,” she says and I let out the breath I was holding.
“I know it, darlin’,” I say cheekily as I cup her face in my hands. Then, I kiss her like she deserves. Like I love her now and in all the minutes, hours and days that lay before us.