Page 61 of The Legend
Shiversfrom the rain and his body heat attacked me building up through my spine to myshoulders, “Oh yeah,” Twisting in his arms, I took at his flushed cheeks andbright eyes. His hands found the curve of my spine holding me against him,soaked in sweat and rain. “What do you want to ask me?”
Fans andthe teams were still screaming around us, he leaned in to whisper. “Are youreally going to fuck me senseless tonight?” He drew back taking in myexpression, “Cause Igottasay, that would be...” he dipped back to my neck, his teeth nippedat me. “...Jesus, that would be fucking amazing.” Another throaty moan escaped his lipsand I was done.
“Wellthen,” I said clearing my throat, “I say it’s about time we check my bearingalignment.”
“And honey?”his nose brushed along my jaw, I could hear the smirk on his face in his tone.
“Yes?”
“I hopeyou stretched.” He giggled slightly. “I’ve got some aggression to get rid of.”
Fuckme. Well, he was about to.
His words heldjust as much promise as the ring on my left hand did; unfortunately, he stillhad press to do. Tonight was different though, it was about the fans so theyasked the questions, they got in the pictures and they celebrated the MonsterMillion with him.
“What’swith all the confetti?” Jameson asked when they started the concert in theinfield.
“It’svictory lane. Be happy you’re in it!” Kyle said through a smile and a goodamount of confetti in his hair.
“I knowbut let’s do that without all the confetti.” Jameson shrugged. “That’s all I’masking for.”
To theside of the stage, I saw the kids starting their own party with the youngercrowd, Brody included. He was attached to Lexi and I was sure Spencer had athing or two to say about that. Thankfully him and Alley were drunk enough notto care.
“What areyou thinking about dirty girl?” Jameson whispered over my shoulder, his lips atmy ear again.
I spunaround on my heel trying to draw his focus elsewhere and not to the spot wherethe kids were now.
A slow smirkcrept across his face before he spoke. “I think I need to hear this.”
“Nope,” Ipushed him forward. “I assure you that you don’t.”
Just then,we both looked to see our daughter dancing with the group when screams fromtheir crowd erupted. In the middle, Arie and Easton were pressed together as aheavy beat thumped out a seductive rhythm and bodies swayed. One of his legswas between hers moving their hips to the beat in an intimate way.
“Oh man,is that Easton with her?” he groaned hiding his face in my shoulder. “And theyhad to play that song, didn’t they?”
“Yep,”
“Damn it.Now Igottahate him too. He was a good kid.”
“How aboutwe go back to the motor coach and work on being senseless?”
His headpopped up from my shoulder. “Sounds great.” he reached for my hand, “I can’twait any longer!”
Hot damn.
Our handswere busy as we road back to the drivers compound in the golf cart. I waspractically undressed when we reached the door. His hands everywhere all atonce, grunts and groans as he worked quickly getting my clothes off. We did oneimportant thing, locked the goddamn door.
Openmouths, tongues, hands, hips meeting with a desire that couldn’t be broken,twisting to get closer, it was a blur but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Myhusband, the legend in the making, commanded the respect of thousands of fanstonight and dominated once again. That always made me a little…well…inoverdrive.
Jamesonlet out a groan as his mouth found my breasts. He ripped my shirt up and overmy head quickly, his mouth finding the same spot again.
My clothesand his racing suit were soaked, the sheets of the bed now soaked but it madeit that much more exciting.It felt like we were hornyteenagers again and rushing before the parents came home.Now we wererushing before the kids got home.
I couldfeel him, sweat, rain, the thunder cracking outside, our chests rising andfalling, heavy breathing, this was us. A dance between two people, just likethe hold before the race, this was something special, something between a husbandand wife, something between the Dirty Heathen and Mama Wizard.
Somewherealong the way, Jameson’s movements became forceful searching for his rev limitwhen I giggled after meeting mine. “Are you going to come?”
“Fuckhoney,” he moaned the tendons in his neck evident as they were when he thankedthe fans earlier. “I don’t wanna. I wanna stay right here until tomorrow. Iwant you to fuck me senseless. He rolled, I rolled and then I was in control,his hands on my hips, tight but comforting.
