Page 129 of Sky Full of Stars

“Thanks,” she kisses his cheek as he puts her down.

Nick and Archer come over and give her hugs too, and I growl when Arch holds her a little too long, winking at me over her shoulder. The fucker.

We sit down to Sandy’s pasta primavera, and a couple of bottles of wine, the lemonade forgotten. Sandy doesn’t forget Stone and DiMarco and eventually forces them to come in for a plate. There is a lot of laughter and stories and when we’re not eating I keep Jenna’s hand in mine. It’s easy to see she’s affected by what happened and I don’t know how long it will take for her to move past it, but I’ll be right there beside her, helping her through it.

Watching my best friend’s enjoying themselves and listening to Jordan discussing the merits of a DUMBO loft, I think we may just find what it is we’ve all been looking for.

“You good?” Jenna asks while Archer and Nick clear the table and Jordan plonks his ass in front of the records.

“Better than good,” I tell her. “I’m here to take care of you, I’m not going anywhere.”

She leans over and kisses me and I don’t give one shit when Jordan makes a rude comment, though I do pull back when Sandy says something worse.

“Mom!” Jenna shrieks, her cheeks flushing. Arch and Nick fall about laughing.

“That’s it,” Jordan shouts. “I’m moving in.”

Epilogue

In the eight months since we moved to New York, there have been only six weeks of mornings I didn’t wake up to Jenna beside me. Initially, because she wanted to stay at her own apartment, even though I got a place. I leased a three bed apartment on the twenty second floor in The Prism at Park Avenue and had been given the go ahead to set up the third bedroom as a makeshift studio, where we can practice and work on the album.

Jordan got a place literally across the hall. My assistant found it for me and when we came to view it, Jordan tagged along, saw the unit opposite was empty and scored it. Nick and Archer got a place together in Hell’s Kitchen and seemed happy enough.

I chose a place near Jenna’s work and gym, she kept her own because my lease was only for a year, even though I fully intended staying in New York. Until I put down proper roots, I understood her need to have the security of her own apartment. Course, she wanted to pay for that place and towards this and we’d had a couple of spectacular disputes about that, but seen as how I won, I didn’t care what we called them. Plus this place was costing almost nine thousand dollars a month, she’d kill me if she knew, despite me having more than enough money to pay double the rent if I need to.

For a week of that time, I’d been in LA working on some promotional stuff with the band, Jenna wasn’t able to come due to work commitments. She’d been back to LA with me the other times I’d had to go, taking it all in stride.

Another two days of sleeping without her was after I landed myself in hospital. I’d been goofing around during rehearsals on the stage at the Forest Hills Stadium, where we were doing a one off charity show and fell from an amp, landing mostly on my head giving myself a concussion and sprained wrist. Jenna ran into my hospital room after hearing the news, her beautiful face wet with tears and eyes angry, then went ahead to give me a Slugger style punch, resulting in a dead arm, which startled the nurse checking my medication levels at the time. She moved in to take care of me. In that time I convinced her to stay so took it as a win.

The initial press whirlwind was difficult for her at times but after we did an interview in Rolling Stone about our relationship, things got easier, though no less invasive, but interest moved on and people seemed to accept we were a couple and mostly left us alone, only having to deal with the usual shit I’d coped with for the last ten years.

We are finally done with the new album too and tonight is the release party, the album drops at midnight and people from the industry, friends and family get to hear the new stuff as it hits all the big streaming sites and music stores.

We have a lot to do today but first. I roll over and move closer to her, somehow through the night she’s managed to wiggle away from me. Unsurprisingly, I’m hard as a rock and I slowly grind myself up against her ass, although I’m disappointed to find she’s wearing clothes. She makes a sweet little moan, groan sound as she starts to wake and pushes her head into the pillow, her hair is like a birds nest covering her face, so I brush it aside and start sucking on the back of her neck, as my hips move a little harder.

“Still sleeping,” she mumbles.

“Hmm,” I murmur as I grab her sleep shorts and glide them over her hips and down her legs. I run my hands back up her thighs, skimming over the warmth between them as my hands get to work pushing up her top to free her tits, and I tug on her nipples.

“Adam,” she tries to sound stern but it comes out too breathy to deter me. She knows she can’t stop me once I get started. I lift her thigh and place her knee on top of mine and push two fingers into her which releases a nice moan.

“Yes, Jenna?” I ask, kissing her neck with a laugh that has her brushing her hair away so she can peer over her shoulder at me. She has a pillow crease on her cheek to go with her crazy hair but to me, she is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I catch her lips in a kiss to distract her from saying anything else and slide inside her.

Her back arches, pushing her ass into me, and I go deeper and groan but maintain the slow rhythm. Sleepy sex with Jenna is my third favourite kind. She reaches behind to hold the back of my head as I kiss her neck and throat and that soft spot beneath her ear that drives her wild. Before too long, the soft slowness turns more intense as I roll her under me, keeping her pinned as I thrust into her and run my lips up her spine. I grit my teeth to hold off on my own release until she moans my name into the pillow, her whole body clenching, squeezing the shit out of my dick, then I go off too.

“I’m hungry,” she pouts after we catch our breath; I slap her ass before getting out of bed.

“Go shower, I’ll make breakfast.”

“No need to tell me twice,” she smiles and I bend over to kiss her lips before I grab a pair of boxers and head out of our bedroom.

I’ve got bacon and eggs plated up while I work on the pancakes, when a rat-a-tat knock at the front door precedes it opening and Jordan walking in. Sometimes I regret giving him a key for emergencies.

“We smell bacon.”

“Go get your own bacon,” I call from the kitchen.

It doesn’t deter him though and he rounds the corner, Alessa follows. She looks at me apologetically but her hungry eyes snag on the plates I’ve set out. Jordan goes to the coffee machine while I grab two more plates. Guess we have company for breakfast. At least I wasn’t fucking Jenna over the counter, like the last time he let himself in.

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