Page 8 of Still Her

“Oh my God, Jack, it feelsso good.” So good. I don’t want to ever stop.

“Fucking amazing,” he growls into my neck.

“I’m close…” I whimper out, beginning to see stars.

“I’m there too, baby. Let it happen…” he breathes into my cheek, picking up his pace, helping us both chase it. His mouth comes back down on mine, his tongue plunging in deep, and that does it. I shatter. Wave after wave washes over me as we swallow each other’s cries of ecstasy. I writhe and arch underneath him as he goes rigid, thrusting hard and sharp before drawing us out long and slow.

When every last tremor and flutter has waned, he rests on top of me, his body melding into mine. It feels so comforting and sweet. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he lets out a contented sigh. We stay this way for a while, still and quiet, until Jack shifts off of me so that my lungs can finally fully expand when I breathe, but stays close with his arm across me. He smiles sweetly, showing me his right dimple in the darkness, as we stare at each other, saying everything and nothing all at once.

5

Jack

Mayzie isbeautiful no matter what she wears, or what she does. But this is my favorite look on her. After we make love, she looks sleepy, her hair has that ‘just fucked’ look and her eyes are bright and happy. Naked, vulnerable, but secure. I don’t want to let go of her; I just want to keep holding and kissing her as she looks at me with those grey eyes through her lashes. But the digital clock on the side table warns me that I’ve got 20 minutes to get to sound check. I reluctantly sit up, and she follows suit. She looks around the room for a minute, her eyebrows drawn together in question.

“Did you see where Phil put my suitcase?”

I search my mind for a moment, coming up empty. “Uh… no. Gimme a sec, I’ll check the rest of the bus.” I tell her as I pull my jeans up and fasten them. I walk out of the room, careful while opening the door so that Mayzie’s naked form can’t be seen by anyone but me. Her suitcase is nowhere in sight as I scan the lounge and the bunk area. When I return to the bedroom, she’s sitting on the bed with her dress back on, a hopeful look on her face that falls when she sees I’m empty handed.

“No luck, huh?”

I shake my head at her. “Sorry baby. We’ll find it though, don’t worry.”

“Okay, I hope so,” she says, biting her lip in frustration. “In the meantime, where exactly did you throw my panties?”

My lips can’t help but curl up at the very recent memory of pulling them off of her. Although I’m feeling a little sheepish when I realize I’m not sure which direction I threw them. “Um…” I run a hand through my hair as I glance around the room.

“Jack?” she prods.

“You know, uh… I’m not sure, I was kind of just focused on getting them off you baby,” I rest my hands on my hips and can’t help but smirk.

She gives me a sweet little knowing smile of her own, followed by a sigh. “Well, I can’t find them and I’m not going anywhere without them,” she says, matter-of-factly.

“Oh, come on baby. I want you to come to sound check.” I kneel down in front of her and place my hands on her knees, like I’m preparing to beg. “You can go without for a little bit, can’t you?”

“I absolutely cannot. I, sir, am a lady,” she proclaims with humor. I’ll give her that. She does keep it classy, although a memory is making its way from the back of my mind to the front and I feel a smile spread across my face and a thrill spread in my chest. I can’t help it; I have to point it out.

“Baby, you know, it wouldn’t be the first time…” There’s no way in hell I can keep the smirk off my face.

She tips her head down at me while one eyebrow goes up in a deadpan expression. “Thatwas a one-time thing, and I had no choice in the matter. I do, however, have one now, and I choose to not get off this bus with no panties on.” She crosses her arms in finality, putting her foot down.

“Come on baby, no one’s going to know but me. That’s kind of sexy when you think about it…”

“Until I trip over an amp cord, or a wind picks up,” she’s waving her hands around as she describes the possible scenarios.

“I get it, I get it. But please, come on, we have to go or I’m going to be late.” I lean in to kiss her cheek, hoping to coax her off the bus with me. And then I hear her gasp right next to my ear.

“Oh, for crying out loud,” she says on a sigh that turns into an amused giggle. I lean back to see her laughing at something over my shoulder. I turn my head and follow her gaze to the flat screen that faces the bed from the corner… where her black lace panties are hanging off of one corner. “You really weren’t messing around,” she’s shaking her head, breaking into a full-on laugh.

I chuckle as I turn around to retrieve her panties, twirling them on my finger before tossing them to her. “No I wasn’t. It’s been alongtwo weeks.” She slips them on and stands up to pull them up under her dress as I pull my t-shirt back on.

We’re just stepping off of the bus when Kelly approaches us with the dogs on their leashes in one hand, and her other pulling Mayzie’s suitcase.

“Kelly! Jesus, let me get that for you, you don’t have to haul all this by yourself,” I say, rushing to relieve her of the luggage.

“It’s okay Jack,” she hollers over me as I heft it onto the bus and carry it in the direction of the bedroom. When I come back, she explains, “Phil loaded it onto Josh and Chris’s bus by mistake. When I told him it was the wrong bus, he pulled it back off and then got called away, but it’s no big deal,” she shrugs, as Mayzie takes the leashes from her.

“Thank you so much for walking them Kelly,” she says with a voice full of gratitude.

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