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  I kissed her lips for a quick second before taking her shirt off.

  Then her bra was next.

  Just seeing her topless…

  “Fuck,” I groaned as my hands skipped her panties and moved to her chest.

  I cupped under her breasts and gently held them in my hands.

  She was perfect.

  I had never seen curves so perfectly placed on a woman before.

  My thumbs swiped over her nipples at the same time.

  She jumped to her toes and groaned.

  Her right hand touched my cock.

  I sucked in a breath and nodded.

  Her hand slowly tried to tighten around my thickness.

  She began to stroke, root to tip.

  My thumbs moved faster against her nipples.

  She finally let out an ahh sound and jumped back onto the bed.

  I chased right after her, all the way to the top of the bed.

  When there was nowhere else to go, she let out another breath.

  My hands grabbed the sides of her panties and I ripped them away like they were hurting her.

  I threw them off the bed then pulled the covers from under her so we could get a little more comfortable.

  She was beautiful naked. More than my mind could have ever imagined.

  There was a gentle shyness to her that added to her beauty.

  The way she bumped her knees together. Or the way she bit her bottom lip. Or the way she moved her right arm like she wanted to cover her chest.

  My right hand touched her left side.

  I dipped my mouth down to her chest.

  Moving from one breast to the other, tasting, flicking my tongue, suckling her soft skin and her hard nipple.

  I kissed down to her belly button and paused.

  I took a deep breath, smelling the sweetness of her desire.

  My mouth watered, wanting to taste her again.

  I looked up at her and she grabbed for my shoulders.

  “I need you,” she said. “Right now, Jay. I need you…”

  I wasn’t going to argue with her.

  She needed me.

  I was there.

  I was happy to be alone with my wife.

  I thrust forward as she dug her nails into my ass cheeks with force.

  The way her arms were… they pushed her breasts together.

  And the harder I moved, the more they danced in front of my eyes.

  Wren arched her back and let out a breathless cry.

  I couldn’t take anymore.

  I kissed her left breast first, my teeth grazing her tender nipple.

  Wren let out a cry and scratched her nails from my ass to my back.

  She lowered her back to the bed and I kept kissing.

  I made a new path up her chest to her neck and to her mouth.

  My tongue wrestled with hers for a second before she groaned into my mouth.

  “I’m coming, Jay,” she whispered.

  That sent a jolt through my body that made me want to come too.

  I fought off the feeling and slowed down.

  Wren’s body squeezed against my cock, pulsing with her pleasure.

  I put my left hand to the bed and moved to my knees before her.

  I gently rocked back and forth, watching my cock move in and out of her perfect body. She sheathed me with her glistening wetness.

  Just as she began to ease from her orgasm, I thought of a wicked idea.

  For my wife, one wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

  I licked my right thumb and placed it between her legs.

  With one circular motion to her soft clit, she almost sat up and let out a crying sound.

  “You’re going to come again, sweetheart,” I said. “It’s not a question either. It’s a demand. From me.”

  Her hands slowly tightened around the sheets.

  She looked down at herself.

  I kept fucking her, slow and steady, letting my thumb work her clit into submission.

  I knew I was hitting the spot when she grabbed my wrist.

  “Jay… Jay… I can’t breathe right now…”

  I stopped moving my thumb for a second. “That’s the whole point, Wren. Let go. Let it all go. Don’t be afraid of yourself…”

  I moved my thumb again and her nails dug into my wrist.

  She put her head back and I marveled at the sight before me.

  Half sitting up. Head back. Her breasts hung perfectly. Her hips rocking, faster by the second.

  She was getting ready to come again.

  My thumb moved faster and began to press harder.

  Twisting and turning, driving her to the edge of…

  “Jay,” she said.

  I moved my hand away from her clit and brought my body to hers.

  I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her, guiding her back down to the bed.

  I offered her heavy thrusts as she came again.

  I felt every pulse of her body as she bit at my ear, let out groans, gasps, and as she kept saying my name.

  I took a few deep breaths and felt my body telling me there was no more waiting.

  A tightness rolled through me and my balls gave the final warning.

  I held Wren tighter, grunting since it was the only sound my brain could figure out to make in that moment.

  I pulled back one last time and when I sank into her again, I let go.

  Wren’s body jumped and she let out a cry that made me come even harder.

  She pumped her body against me, pulling every last bit out of me.

  I lowered her down to the bed and moved my hands to the sheets.

  I stayed hovering over her and slowly kissed her.

  It was a hot and sloppy kiss.

  Her hips were still moving when they wanted to.

  I was still moving in and out of her when I wanted to.

  We were there. We were together.

  I didn’t want to leave her body.

  I didn’t want time to keep moving forward.

  I wanted to bottle up this moment and stay there…

  “Wren,” I whispered. I put my mouth to hear ear. “I’m falling in love with you, sweetheart. Everything about you. Everything…”

  Wren hugged me. She groaned into my ear. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this, Jay, but I love you too.”

  I brought my mouth to hers again and rolled to my side.

  We stayed like that, our legs wrapped around one another, kissing into the night.

  I had to keep kissing her.

  My heart and mind were racing, coming up with a million promises I wanted to make to her.

  We kissed for so long… I felt myself getting hard again.

  When Wren felt that, she groaned and ground herself against me.

  I thrust at her, sliding between her legs.

  “Yes,” she whispered again.

  “Fuck,” I groaned.

  I reached down and touched my cock.

  I pressed it against her swollen body.

  And we were going at it one more time.

  I held Wren in my arms in the hotel bed and watched her doze off to sleep.

  I had no desire to sleep.

  My rock star brain and body were fully activated.

  I didn’t get to sit in silence much these days, so I took advantage of the times I could.

  My right hand gently moved up and down Wren’s back. Her skin was soft and welcoming. She was my protection. My security blanket. She had a way of grounding me that nobody else did. The craziest part was she didn’t even have to try. From the second I saw her arguing with that security guard in Vegas, I just knew she was special. This beautiful woman in a dress ready to take on a security guard. I knew she had a story. And I knew her story wasn’t just what she told me on the surface.

  I didn’t exactly have the grand idea to marry her on the spot, but when she brought it up, I wasn’t going to let that chance slip by me. If I hadn’t married Wren, she would have disappeared into the night,
or woken up the next morning, and would have again disappeared.

  The marriage brought us together.

  It was backwards, and I was perfectly fine with that.

  I looked at my left hand and shook my head.

  A fucking wedding ring.

  I moved my left hand and stroked her cheek.

  Wren let out a soft purr.

  She moved her shoulders and I felt her warm breasts press harder against my skin.

  Her eyes fluttered for a few seconds and she looked at me.

  “Oh, Jay… sorry…”

  “Shhh,” I whispered. “Don’t you dare move.”

  She smiled. “I just feel good right now.”

  “You should.”

  She licked her lips. “What are we doing here, Jay?”

  “We’re relaxing. Why are you worrying?”

  “I always worry. It’s my thing.”

  “You don’t need to worry when you’re with me.”

  Wren laughed. “The bad boy rock star who sleeps with all these women, travels the world, and finds trouble… I don’t need to worry when I’m with you?”

  “Nope,” I said. “I have your back. I’ll take care of you. This thing between us means more than you’ll ever know. I would have lost myself over the Mitchy thing by now. But I’ve been focused on you. On us. And I know you can say the same about Grams.”

  Wren nodded. “It’s nice to feel this way for once, Jay. It’s the first time I’ve felt like I’m able to manage it all. I can have a life and enjoy it.”

  “And I bet that’s all anyone has ever wanted for you,” I said. I started to play with her hair. I wasn’t sure if I had ever played with a woman’s hair in my life. “You deserve happiness, Wren. It doesn’t matter what it looks like. Everyone’s version of happiness is different.”

  “What’s your version, Jay?” she asked.

  “You’re not going to believe me but it’s you. You make me happy. You were the missing piece to it all. I know we have a lot of questions to answer still. And we will. But I don’t think I can let you go. I’m not saying you have to travel with us for the tour. I know you have a career that you love.”

  “Jay,” she said. “Let’s just be here tonight. Right now. Together.”

  Her eyes flickered at mine and that was it for me.

  That tiniest of threads that needed to be cut to fall in love for good was cut.

  She slowly shut her eyes again and I held her until she was asleep for good.

  She let out a small snore and I smiled.

  I rolled Wren to her side and covered her up.

  Who the hell am I right now? Covering up a naked woman?

  I climbed out of the bed and stepped into my jeans.

  I ended up in the bathroom with my guitar and a notebook.

  That took me back many years when the band would party at someone’s apartment and then end up in the bathroom to write music because it was the only room that we had privacy. Back before the big tours, big tour buses, and big stages.

  But I wasn’t in the bathroom to write a song about that.

  I wasn’t even sure how to really write a song at all.

  I was a guitarist. I could jam out. I could figure out a catchy riff.

  Nash was the lyrical one.

  I opened the notebook and nodded.

  You’ve been there all my life,

  Waiting for our paths to cross,

  Like cosmic comets on a collision course,

  Our theory of being together is wild.

  I laughed at myself.

  That was some shit song writing.

  Maybe that was my fate.

  To write a shitty song to sing to Wren to show her that I really did love her.

  So that’s what I did.

  Alone in the bathroom of a hotel.

  I wrote the worst rock ballad of all time… for my wife.

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  WREN

  It was like waking up in a dream.

  Rock stars didn’t stay in basic hotels.

  The room was like a nice sized apartment.

  It had defined rooms, which was really cool to me.

  It was no wonder the band didn’t mind touring and traveling the world. A new city every day or few days. Everyone wanting to see them, talk to them, touch them, get their autographs. And then they played a show where thousands of fans showed up to sing their songs back and have the biggest and greatest party ever.

  Then it was simply rinse and repeat over and over.

  On their breaks from touring, they wrote songs, recorded albums, and did it all over again.

  I had no idea why I woke up to analyze Jay’s life the way I was.

  I was in a nice hotel room, naked under really comfortable sheets, and I didn’t have a care in the world.

  I stretched my neck and pulled the covers up to my chin and let out a long sigh.

  What’s on tap for today, Wren?

  “Who gives a shit?” I replied with a smile.

  Of course that wasn’t going to be my attitude every day.

  It was just a passing moment of being really comfortable.

  And possibly in love.

  In love.

  I had no idea how to explain that one.

  What a crazy story to tell someday if this all worked out.

  I met a guy, married him, and then fell in love with him later.

  I wiggled my toes and stretched my legs.

  Then I got out of the bed and took the comforter with me.

  My plans for the morning… coffee first, then some sex.

  I went to the kitchen area and the coffee was freshly made.

  “Jay?” I called out. “Are you here?”

  There was no response.

  I poured myself a cup of coffee and walked back to the bed.

  I paused and thought for a second.

  Coffee in bed. After a long night of sex with my husband, the rock star.

  There were so many firsts happening at once, it was hard to keep up with the tally.

  I put my right knee to the bed and my phone started to ring.

  I saw Bethany’s name on the screen.

  I hurried to hold my coffee cup and the comforter around me as I reached for the phone.

  “Good morning, Bethany,” I said. “Sorry it’s a little late here. I had a-”

  “Wren,” she said.

  “Bethany?” I asked, my mouth instantly going dry.

  “Wren… she’s gone.”

  My heartbeat climbed up into my ears.

  “What?” I yelled.

  The room began to spin a little…

  “Wren, she’s gone. You need to get back here. Right now.”

  “What are you… what… no…”

  “Wren, I’m so sorry,” Bethany said. I heard the emotion in her voice. “Wren… she’s gone. I’m so so-“

  I dropped the phone.

  I dropped the coffee cup.

  I dropped the comforter.

  I began to shake.

  Standing there, naked, in a hotel room in Seattle.

  My teeth chattered.

  I heard Bethany’s voice yelling from the phone.

  The room spun even faster.

  I tried to take a step.

  And I collapsed to the floor.

  “Grams! Grams! Where are you? Grams! Come on… this isn’t funny! You need to come back here and get into your bed. You can’t be walking around like this. I don’t care how good you feel. One little fall and you’re…”

  I step into the kitchen and Grams is standing at the radio.

  She’s turning the small knob until she finds an oldies station.

  “Ha!” she yells. “The old woman knows how to use technology.”

  I’m not sure a FM radio is technology, but okay…

  She turns and looks at me. “Wren. This is the first night in our new house. If I had a man, I’d be riding him like a drunk college girl riding the bull at a honky-tonk bar. And if you had a man, he’d be making t
he headboard hit the wall like a death metal song…”

  “Grams,” I say.

  Her jokes and comparisons are crazy. And they are getting worse by the day.

  But I can’t argue with her.

  “Come on!” she yells.

  I walk to Grams and we dance in the kitchen.

  With boxes that need to get unpacked around us.

  But she feels good.

  This is the house she’s going to die in.

  And she’s still smiling…

  When I opened my eyes, I was wrapped in a blanket, sitting in a chair with Jay sitting across from me.

  He had my phone in his hand.

  His eyes looked deeply sad.

  “No,” I said. “Jay… no…”

  “Fuck, sweetheart, I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

  “No. There’s no way.”

  “It’s true, Wren. You have to get packed up and leave. I already called Toby. There’s a jet waiting for us.”

  “I can’t do this,” I said.

  “Yes, you can. You have to do this, Wren. I’m going with you.”

  “You’re supposed to be here, Jay.”

  “I’m supposed to be with my wife,” he said. “Good times and bad. I remember what was said in Vegas, even if you don’t.”

  “What happened to me?” I asked.

  “I went to get us food and I came in and you were on the floor. There was coffee everywhere and I heard someone yelling from your phone.”

  “Bethany,” I said.

  “Yeah. I talked to her.”

  “You talked to her?”

  “She was upset too,” Jay said. “She told me everything. Come on, we need to get going. I got your stuff on the bed. Just make sure we have everything. And you kind of need to get dressed. I mean, I’m fine with you naked on a private jet…”

  He half smiled.

  I lowered my head.

  Jay slid his arms around me and hugged me.

  I lost it.

  I had to say it in my mind first.

  Grams was…

  She was…

  Grams isn’t… alive…

  My stomach did a flip.

  I pushed Jay away and stood up.

  I walked toward the bathroom.

  Then I looked at the bed.

  My stomach eased so I went to get dressed.

  Jay lingered near me, not saying a word.

  There was nothing to say.

  All I had were my thoughts.