A FILTHY Marriage (Filthy Line Book 4) Page 17

  I sighed into Jay’s mouth as he kissed me harder.

  His right hand moved around to the front of my body and up my shirt.

  His strong hand slid over my breast, he squeezed and I sucked in a breath.

  “Fuck this show,” he said with his lips touching mine. “I’ll fake sick so I can fuck you all night, Wren.”

  My knees buckled and I grabbed for his shirt to keep from melting in front of him.

  I let out a sighing ahh sound.

  Half laughing. Half ready to explode.

  He kissed me again and moved his hand down to the bottom of my shirt and grabbed it.

  That’s when a switch went off in my mind.

  Actually, there were two switches.

  Two versions of myself.

  One version saying Okay, Wren, you’ve had your fun. You married a rock star. You fooled around with him a little. You got on the private jet. Now you need to get out of here. Jay will fly you right back home and you can go from there. Okay?

  That version… well… fuck that version.

  The other version was the old Wren. The wild Wren. The Wren that…

  I backed away from Jay to give him space to take my shirt off.

  He tossed it to the leather couch.

  I took a deep breath.

  This was the version of Wren who was going to have some fun tonight.

  Jay reached for me again and I slapped his hands away.

  I touched my jeans and opened them.

  Jay took his shirt off.

  I slowly stepped back as I pushed my jeans down my legs.

  I stepped out of them, trying to be calm and seductive.

  In reality, my heart bounced around my entire body.

  I looked at the whiskey bottle on the table.

  A few more sips and I’d be calm again…

  I made a move and Jay blocked my path.

  His hands touched my face.

  “No, sweetheart,” he whispered. “You don’t need whiskey to be beautiful.”

  “You’re telling me not to drink?” I asked.

  “Yeah, I am.”

  He kissed me again.

  My mind wanted to know what the hell was really happening here…

  And I already knew the answer.

  I was falling in love with my husband.

  Jay walked me to the mirror and table that was built into the wall.

  I wondered what famous people had sat in front of that mirror, putting on makeup, fixing their hair, getting ready for a show or something. Or how many rock stars had hovered over the vanity table, taking drugs…

  But like Jay already told me, tonight, I was his drug.

  Which was filthy and sexy at the same time.

  His hands moved from my face to my ass.

  He picked me up and put me on the table.

  I leaned back while my hands gripped the edge.

  I started to shake, fearing I was going to break the table off the wall.

  Jay lowered his mouth to my chest.

  I put my head back and let out a long sigh of relief.

  “Yes, please…” I whispered.

  Please? Don’t say please to a rock star…

  His right hand moved up to my bra and he gently pulled down the left side, exposing my breast. I shivered and my nipple began to tighten and get hard. Chills moved through my body as Jay’s warm breath covered my breast a moment before his mouth latched on.

  I groaned as he kissed my breast, closing his mouth and pulled away.

  The wet sound of his filthy kiss echoed around the room.

  He came back for more, repeating the same wild kiss over and over as I felt his right hand creep down my body.

  His tongue swirled around my nipple and I gripped the edge of the table even tighter.

  When his hand touched between my legs, my hips jerked forward and I groaned louder.

  I quickly covered my mouth and started to blush.

  Jay took his mouth from my breast.

  “Don’t be shy, sweetheart,” he said. “Nobody will hear. And even if they do, who cares?”

  My eyes met with Jay’s.

  He had that wild rock star look to his face again.

  His fingers teased the edge of my panties, moving them to one side, dipping his fingers into the pool of wetness that he caused.

  I bit my bottom lip.

  I slowly looked down and watched as Jay used his left hand to unzip his jeans.

  This is how it’s happening between us… backstage… not even fully naked… I have one boob hanging out… he’s keeping his jeans on…

  It turned me on more than I had ever been turned on in my entire life.

  Jay’s hand disappeared into the front of his jeans for a second before returning with something else.

  I sighed at the sight of his cock.

  He touched it to my inner thigh.

  Warm and hard, pointing forward right to my body, knowing what he wanted.

  Jay’s right hand pulled my panties to the side even harder, making sure he had all the access he needed.

  I leaned back a little and lifted my hips.

  “Yes,” I whispered. “Right now. Yes.”

  Jay moved forward with force.

  The thick tip of his cock pressed against my body and my mouth fell open.

  That sudden shock and rush of pressure rippled through me.

  He paused, not even inside me yet.

  He put his hands flat to the table and arched himself forward, lowering his mouth down near mine.

  But he didn’t kiss me.

  He just teased me.

  Leaving our breaths to entangle.

  “You do it, sweetheart,” he whispered. “Sink your nails into my ass and make me fuck you.”

  I whimpered.

  I never had someone talk to me like that before. It had always been hurry up to get naked, hump like rabbits, and then call it a night.

  Jay was torturing me…

  I managed to convince my right hand to loosen its grip on the table.

  I touched his ass.

  It was muscular.

  I curled my fingers and pulled at him.

  “Now say it,” he whispered.

  “Go… do it…”

  “Do what, Wren?”

  I swallowed hard. “Fuck me.”

  Jay put his mouth to mine and groaned.

  He thrust forward and the room began to spin.

  I swore my eyes rolled back into my head and I saw stars. I saw planets that weren’t discovered yet. I soared through galaxies that nobody could ever dream of existing.

  And that was just the first thrust.

  Jay buried himself to his root and then offered another thrust. Lifting my body. Hitting places in my body that I thought were made up, printed in magazines and online to make women angry.

  He gently eased his way back, giving my body a chance to feel and prepare for another hard thrust. He was like no other man…

  Jay moved his lips to my neck.

  He kissed and began to thrust.

  Moving in unison that only a rock star could do. Excuse me… only a guitarist could do. When he played guitar, his two hands did different things but synched up to make a sound. It was the same thing here… his mouth kissed all the right spots while the lower half of his body moved to make me come alive.

  And speaking of coming…

  “Fuck,” I groaned.

  My hips had a mind of their own as they lifted off the table.

  I leaned back some more.

  Jay chased me down, his mouth kissing my breast again.

  I threw both hands around to his back and dug with all my strength.

  Every muscle in my body screamed for joy as my core released…

  I was left mumbling noises like some crazy person.

  And Jay didn’t slow down for a second.

  He was…

  I heard a loud thudding against the door and I gasped.

  I quickly sat up and started to push Ja
y away.

  He looked at me and smiled.

  “Jay!” a voice yelled. “We have to get moving here!”

  “Be right out, Sab,” Jay called out.

  “Finish up!” Sab yelled.

  I gasped again.

  “That was…,” I said. “He knows… that we…”

  Jay smiled.

  He was still inside me.

  And it was just so casual and good.

  “You better go,” I said. “You don’t want to be late, right?”

  “I’m not done yet, sweetheart,” he said.

  Jay kissed me again.

  I grabbed the back of his head and pulled at his hair.

  He started to move again.

  There was another knock at the door.

  “Jay,” another voice yelled.

  I broke the kiss.

  “Will you leave us the fuck alone?” I screamed.

  There was silence.

  I looked at Jay. “Sorry…”

  “Oh, fuck, Wren,” he said. “If you weren’t my wife already, I’d ask you to marry me right now.”

  I started to maybe laugh and Jay kissed me again.

  He made my body ache and spin with pleasure.

  He made my heart dance and melt.

  And he made my mind confused and comfortable.

  Jay rested his forehead to mine and we both looked down and watched our bodies together…

  It was the greatest and wildest moment of my life.

  I stood on the side of the stage with Liv, Candice, and Abby.

  It was an experience.

  Seeing the amount of people in the audience gave me chills.

  The sound of the music was so loud it made my entire body rumble head to toe.

  The thump of the drums. The rolling sound of the bass. The screams of the guitars.

  It was so amazing.

  Nash walked the stage end to end, commanding the crowd.

  They hung onto every word he said.

  Jay and Dex traded guitar solos, sometimes facing each other, sometimes standing back to back. Reed would walk to the mic and share it with Nash.

  And when need be, Sab would stand up, keep playing drums, twirl his sticks, and launch one into the crowd.

  From there, the fans would basically fight each other to get the stick.

  The same for when they threw guitar picks or their shirts into the crowd.

  Jay hit the last note of Down That Way and he walked toward me.

  He smiled and winked as his guitar person came rushing out to trade guitars.

  He put it over his neck and came all the way to me.

  His right hand slipped behind my neck and he pulled me to his mouth.

  When he kissed me, my knees gave way again.

  He smelled like sweat and tasted like whiskey.

  And here I always thought I’d meet some lawyer or businessman.

  Nope.

  I was tied up with a rock star.

  He walked back on stage and the crowd was still going crazy from the last song.

  When Jay walked to the end of the stage, he pointed and waved to some of the fans.

  They went crazy.

  Just to be acknowledged by him was enough.

  I watched as two women in the front row lifted their shirts, showing off their bare breasts.

  Jealousy punched me in the stomach.

  They shook their chests.

  Jay pointed and gave a thumbs up.

  “Don’t let it get to you,” Liv said to me.

  I looked at her. “I don’t care.”

  “We all care,” Liv said with a smile. “Just make it known, if he even thinks about touching, you’ll chop his dick off.”

  “And if you need help, let us know,” Candice said. “We have a pact.”

  “Fucking rock stars,” Abby said. “I hate them so much. Yet I can’t get enough.”

  That was the most logical thing I heard all night.

  “Hey, Jay!” Nash yelled.

  Jay stepped up to a mic. “What?”

  “Are you going to play a song or stare at those tits all night?”

  “Tits!” Jay yelled.

  There was a rumbling of laughter throughout the crowd.

  Then Jay started to play the next song.

  He looked back at me and smiled again.

  I shook my head.

  He walked across the stage, being the rock star he was.

  He was also my husband.

  Not for long though.

  We were just having fun right now. Maybe trying to get to know one another.

  But that was it.

  This was never going to be… real.

  It was like the show.

  Wild and fun.

  But it would have to come to an end.

  That was the reality of fate.

  Until then… the crazy side of me could keep having fun.

  Why not, right?

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  “Just wait and watch,” I said to Wren.

  I was still a sweaty mess, but I had a bottle of whiskey and my wife.

  Nothing in the world could make me happier.

  Maybe.

  Reed and Sab slid the large bucket of grape jelly into the middle of the floor.

  “You guys are assholes,” Abby said.

  “Hey, it’s a ritual,” Reed said. “We have to do this.”

  “Tradition,” Nash said. He kissed Liv’s cheek and walked away. “I’ll get this going…”

  I was already laughing.

  “Hey, Toby,” Nash said. “We have to fucking talk.”

  Toby appeared and Nash got right up in his face. He made Toby turn around without realizing he was being set up.

  “This is what you do to us?” Nash asked.

  “Do what? What happened now?”

  “You know what you did,” Nash said. “You fucking set us up.”

  “Set what up?” Toby asked.

  “We’re pissed.”

  Toby started to turn his head.

  Nash grabbed his face. “Look me in the eyes when you fuck me, Toby.”

  “Christ, Nash, I have no clue what’s-”

  Toby’s feet hit the edge of the bucket and down he went.

  Ass first into the grape jelly.

  Reed and Sab burst into laughter, pointing and screaming.

  The rest of us just laughed.

  Even Wren.

  She was sweet though as she tried to cover her mouth.

  Toby sat in the bucket like it was a pool raft.

  Arms and legs up, shaking his head.

  “Oh, wait,” Nash said. “Forgot one thing.”

  Nash hurried back to the table and grabbed a jar of peanut butter and threw it at Toby.

  “Have a snack,” he said.

  “Fuck you guys,” Toby yelled.

  “Let’s go to the room,” I whispered to Wren.

  We slipped away with Toby yelling for help.

  “Where did you get that jelly?” Wren asked.

  “When we play gigs, we get to make demands,” I said. “So we try to think of crazy shit to do. Like maybe we’ll want ten pounds of pink jellybeans.”

  “Why?”

  “Why not?” I asked.

  “You guys are all crazy,” Wren said. “So I guess I have to get used to you demanding to see tits during your shows?”

  I laughed. “A little jealous over there?”

  “No,” Wren said. “Just curious.”

  “It’s all part of the experience. Your tits are the only ones I plan on tasting and playing with.”

  “How comforting, Jay,” she said.

  I opened the door to go outside.

  There were instant screams from fans who were lined up outside the gated area.

  I hurried us to a car.

  When I shut the door, I looked at Wren.

  I grabbed her hand. “Hey. I’m faithful.”

  “Okay.”

  “I’m serious, Wren. I’m not goin
g to go off and fuck fifty women for the hell of it.”

  “But you used to, right?”

  “Does the past matter?” I asked. “We’re married now.”

  “Married… Jay…”

  I knew she didn’t take much stock into the marriage thing.

  Neither did I.

  But I liked saying it.

  “It’s fine,” she said. “Sorry I brought it up. And, yeah, I was jealous.”

  “That’s sweet,” I said. “But I’m serious. I’m loyal to you, Wren. I won’t hurt you. Ever.”

  She looked at me and smiled. “How many women have you said that to?”

  “I’m saying it to you right now,” I said.

  She leaned toward me.

  She smiled.

  I almost lost my breath for a second.

  Wren was really that beautiful.

  And I kind of wanted her all to myself… maybe forever.

  I washed the show off my body with a quick shower at the hotel.

  I shut the water off and grabbed a towel to dry off.

  As I walked out of the bathroom, I wrapped it around my waist and caught Wren strutting around the bed in nothing but a t-shirt and panties.

  I whistled at her.

  She spun around. “Funny.”

  “You’re fucking gorgeous, Wren.”

  “You’re tired and delusional.”

  “Nope. I’m showered and horny.”

  Wren laughed. “Well then…”

  I walked to the bed and she gave me a look that almost brought me to my knees.

  I knew that goddamn look on her face.

  I could have been blind and still have seen that look.

  My fingertips touched the bottom of her shirt. “What should we do about that, Wren?”

  “Well, you have two hands,” she said. “Go enjoy yourself.”

  “That’s not fun.”

  “Maybe you should find those women from the concert,” she said. “They were so willing to show you their breasts, right?”

  “You’re still holding onto that,” I said. “Tell you what, sweetheart, let me give you something else to hold onto…”

  I grabbed my towel and dropped it to the floor.

  Wren let out a sigh.

  I loved that reaction.

  Her eyes moved from my cock to my eyes.

  I smiled.

  She exhaled a slow breath.