Believed (My Misery Muse) (21 page)

“She told me she was done.”

“Sam, that girl loves you. She’s just waiting on
you to come home.”

“I want to go home,” I said quietly.

“I know, and we are.  We’re heading home.”

I nodded and laid my head down against the tile
floor. “I miss her.”

The guys rolled off me. Seth sat close to me while
X and Eli took care of the details to get us home.  I didn’t give a shit that
we had one more show left. I didn’t care about anything but getting home to
Jules.

Chapter 38

Jules

I flung open the door to Cris’s office. “I found
them,” I shouted then ran back out the door.

“Jules, have you lost your mind?” Cris called down
the hall.

“I found the missing items,” I yelled from a broom
closet that I had forgotten even existed.  We never used this space in the
drawing room. We kept talking about adding shelves or something to turn it into
storage but we never did. 

“All of it?”

I waved him over. “Yes all of it. Someone’s been shoving
it in here instead of putting it away.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he growled.

“Everything is here,” I pointed out, “still in
boxes.”

He ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m going to
fire someone.”

I laughed. “I don’t care what you do, just stop
yelling at me about it.”

Cris pulled me into a hug. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not,” I said smiling up at him.

“Are you going over to the Lawry’s later?”

“Yeah, I’m heading over there in a few.” Sam had
called last night to tell me that his father had passed.  After I got off the
phone with him, I called Clare. She had screamed and cried then threatened to
come to Dallas for the funeral.  I hoped she had changed her mind. I talked for
what felt like hours trying to convince her that wasn’t a good idea.  I know I
needed to warn someone only who could I tell?  Max didn’t know anything about
the situation, his mom didn’t either, and I hadn’t talked to Sam in over a
week.

Tonight was their last show of the tour, Max said
that he Sam was heading home tonight afterwards.  I’d find him tomorrow to warn
him; maybe he’d be able to reason with her.  I needed to call Jordan on my way
over to check on them. I was worried about him.  His mother wasn’t in her right
mind.

I left Cris with the missing items and headed to
the front of the shop.  I’d called all four of the girls who ran the counter
and helped around the shop in earlier before I found everything to talk to
them.  Now, I was going to ream their asses.

Luckily the shop was empty, Max and Devi
rescheduled all their clients so the shop had been dead during the day.  I
didn’t like yelling at employees in front of customers, it was bad form.

“Ladies,” I said walking up, “who wants to tell me
why there are boxes of items in a closet in the drawing room?”

All four girls looked at each other then back at
me. I tapped my foot on the floor and watched them.  “Anyone?”

No one answered and I sighed. “Fine, I’ll let Cris
deal with you.” I reached under the counter and grabbed my messenger bag. 
“He’ll be out in a moment.”

I walked around the counter. “Wait,” one of the
girls called out.

I turned and looked at her. “Yeah?”

“It was her,” she said pointing at one of the
other girls. “I told her she was supposed to put them up but she said no one
would notice.”

The other girl started yelling, and then all four
of them were screaming at one another. “Shut up!” I yelled.  I pointed at Cris
who was walking into the room. “Deal with him, good luck.”

I walked out the door and let Cris deal with it, I
had more important things on my mind right then.  I climbed in my car and
pulled up Jordan’s number.

“’Lo,” he mumbled.

“Hey Jordan, just calling to check up.”

“She’s sleeping; I slipped something in her drink
earlier.”

I started playing with my lip ring, spinning it
around. “That bad?”

“Yeah, that bad.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault.”

“You’ll call if you need anything?”

“Yep, but I gotta go.  She’s going to be waking up
soon.”

“Talk to you later, Jor.”

“Bye Jules.”

I dropped the phone in my cup holder and took off
to Max’s parents’ house.

I walked into the door of pure chaos. There were
kids running around yelling, women sitting on the couch crying.  I walked into
the kitchen to find dishes of food on every available surface, and more women
standing around gossiping.  I turned and walked out of the kitchen and down the
hall to the first floor bedroom.  Cait was sitting in a pack ‘n’ play screaming
her little head off. I reached down and scooped her up.

“Come on, princess,” I murmured bouncing her on my
hip.  I went back into the living room and was nearly run over by a pack of
over-sugared kids.  I put a hand over Cait’s ears then pulled her closer into
my side and whistled, loudly.  Everything stopped, I pointed at the kids,
“Enough, go sit in the family room and play quietly.”  The kids looked at me
with wide eyes then quietly turned and walked towards the family room.  I
resettled Cait on my hip and walked back into the kitchen.  “Can you ladies
cover these dishes and put them in the icebox?”  I asked sweetly.  “What
doesn’t fit put in the icebox in the garage, please.”  They nodded and went to
work.

“Cait,” I muttered, “where is your momma?”

I walked back out of the kitchen and ran into a
wall, a warm wall.  I looked up and found Sam staring down at me.

I took a step backwards. “You look like shit,” I
blurted out.

“I feel like shit.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Uh, it’s my parents’ house.”

I scowled at him. “That’s not what I meant, Max
said you wouldn’t get in until tomorrow.”

“Things change,” he said cryptically. “Where is my
mom?”

“I have no idea.” I looked around again.

Sam leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips.
“We’ll talk later, but I need to find my mom.”

I stood there in shock as he walked towards the
stairs. “Cait, you saw that, right?” I murmured.

Cait cooed and I took that as an affirmative.

Sam

I climbed the stairs searching for my mom or
brother.  When I walked in the house Jules was bossing everyone around looking
frazzled and gorgeous.  I looked through the rooms as I passed—all of them
empty. Finally, I came up to the master bedroom and peered in, my mom, Max, and
Devi were standing there talking about something.

I cleared my throat. “Is there a reason Jules is
downstairs scaring the ladies from church?”

“Sam!” My mom yelled, running to me and hugging me
hard. “I’m so glad to see you.”

I kissed her on top of the head. “Glad to be
home.”

She let me go and hit me on the arm. “What are you
doing here?”

I scratched the back of my head. “We came home
early.”

She searched my face then frowned and hit me
again. “You need to start taking care of yourself.”  She grabbed my arm and
yanked me out of the room. “You need to eat.”

“I’m good, Mom.”

“Nonsense, the ladies have been bringing food all
day. Let’s go get you something to eat.  You’re too thin, Sam.”

“Jules was having the ladies put the food away,” I
told her.

She sighed. “Jules is such a good girl.”

When we walked downstairs, Jules was changing
Cait’s diaper while keeping an eye on three kids who were sitting in different
corners of the room.  One was of course Jaks, who was sporting a fat lip.

“Oh my word,” my mother gasped, “what happened
here?”

“Just a little fight,” Jules said fastening Cait’s
clothes.

“Where are their mothers?” I asked eyeing the
three boys.

“Hell if I know,” Jules grumbled. “Damn heathens
were having a free for all in the family room.”

My mom scowled at the three boys. “We do not
fight,” she told them then walked over to Jules kissing her on the cheek. 
“Thank you, Jules, for taking care of things.”

“It wasn’t a problem.”

“Sam, let’s go,” my mom barked losing the softness
in her voice.

I walked with my mom into the kitchen and she
started going through the items in the fridge, pulling things out, shoving
other items back into the refrigerator while mumbling to herself.  After she
was happy with her selection, she pulled out a plate and started piling food
on.  I watched as the she added more and more items. I would tell her that it
was too much but I knew she wouldn’t listen.  My mom did what she wanted and
you went along with it.

After she warmed it up in the microwave, she set
it down on the kitchen island with a fork then pointed towards the plate.
“Eat.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I sat obediently and dug into the
plate of food.

“What happened to your hand?” my mom asked while
staring at my wrapped hand and wrist.

“Accident,” I mumbled there was no way I was
telling her I got into a fight with a wall and lost.

“How bad are you hurt?”

“Just a sprain.”  She stood over me watching. “How
are you, Mom?”

She shrugged. “We already said our goodbyes, and
honestly I’m happy he’s no longer in pain.  I know that sounds bad, but it’s
the god’s honest truth.  There at the end, I prayed that his ending would be
swift and painless, and god answered my prayer.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”

“Sam, he knew you loved him.  He also knew you were
out there doing what you loved. He was so proud of you.  He didn’t want you
here watching him die. He wanted his boys out living life.”

I swallowed around the lump in my throat and
nodded my head.

“Good, no regrets.  Trust me, life isn’t long
enough to live with a bunch of regrets hanging over your head.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Speaking of regrets, when are you going to make
me a grandmother?”

“Mom,” I said choking.

“I’m not getting any younger, and spending the day
with Devi and her babies made me realize how much I want a grandbaby of my
own.  Get to it, boy,” she said smiling. “I already got my daughter-in-law
picked out.”

I lifted an eyebrow at her. “Really, don’t I get a
say in this?”

“No, you don’t.” Then she walked out of the
kitchen.

“Who did you choose?” I called after her.

“If you can’t figure that out, you’re not as smart
as I thought you were,” she yelled back.

I hung out at my mom’s for a few hours until she
kicked me out.  The funeral arrangements had been made months ago and my mom
said she just wanted some time alone.  I kissed her goodbye then drove over to
Jules house.  It was time for me to fight for what I wanted.

Chapter 39

Jules

I poured myself a glass of Moscato then curled up
on my flea market couch with my Kindle.  I planned a quiet night by myself. It
was my first night in my house without someone else here.  I was looking
forward to it; I needed some quiet time.

I took a sip from my glass then set it aside,
turned my Kindle on and pulled a blanket over my legs.  Just as I began reading
the first sentence, someone knocked on my door.  I ignored it. I wasn’t in the
mood to entertain tonight.  Unfortunately, whoever was at the door wasn’t
getting the hint.  I threw the blanket aside and went to the door.

I ripped it open. “What?”

Sam stood there eyes wide. “Am I interrupting?”

“Huh?”

He looked me up and down which caused me to glance
down, I groaned.  I had answered the door in nothing but my panties and a tight
tank top.  “Come in,” I said then walked away and headed to my room to put on some
clothes.

I pulled on a pair of yoga pants, took a deep
breath, then went back out into the living room.  Sam was standing looking at
the artwork I had hanging on the wall.

“This place looks different from the last time I
was here.  Is this one yours?” he asked pointing at a painting.

“Yeah, that’s mine.”

He nodded and continued to peruse the living room.
“I like what you’ve done so far.”

“Thanks,” I murmured. “Why are you here?”

“I told you we needed to talk.”

I put my hand up. “So talk.”

“I’m sorry, I handled things wrong.”

“Is that it?”

He blew out a breath. “I pushed you away and I
shouldn’t have. I should have grabbed a hold of you and never let you go.  Only
I was scared, hell, I’m still scared.”  He finally looked at me. “What do I
need to do to fix this?”

“This is a good start.”

“All my life people have told me I was like my
dad, so when he told me what he had done I freaked.  Then here you come, and
I’ve had a thing for you for a while.  And all I can think about is how I’m
just like my dad, and I couldn’t hurt you that way.  So I fought it, I fought
it so hard, but I don’t want to anymore.”

“What do you want, Sam?”

“You,” he said simply.

“When things get hard are you going to run on me? 
Push me away again?”

“Honestly, I hope not. The idea of you not being
in my life scares me more than anything.  I can’t see the future though.”

“You need to grovel,” I said nodding to myself,
“on your knees, and make it good.”

“You’re serious?”

“Completely, I want you on your knees, telling me
exactly why I should trust you.”

He stared at me a moment before falling to his
knees. “Jules, I’m sorry I hurt you. I’d promise you that I’d never do it
again, but I can’t.  What I will vow to you is that I will try not to shut you
out again, that I’ll never lie to you, and I will love you forever.  There will
never be another girl for me, Jules. You’ve had me by the balls since the first
time I saw your lilac eyes. I’m yours.”

“Fuck,” I muttered, “that was good groveling.”

He laughed. “I profess my love and that’s all you
got?”

“You’re an idiot.”

“You’ve told me that many times, and I agree.”

“Just stay there,” I told him then went and
grabbed my phone.

“What are you doing?”

“Calling my girls and asking if I should give you
another chance.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”  He looked like he
was about ready to cry.

I giggled. “Sorry, your face was priceless.”

“You are a pain in my ass.”

“It’s one of my charms.”

“Jules,” he whined.

I walked over to where he was still kneeling and
kissed him. He grabbed ahold of my hips and pulled me to the floor with him
deepening the kiss.  “I love you, Sam,” I gasped out when he kissed my neck,
sucking slightly.

“I love you, Juliet,” he said against my skin
causing goose bumps.

He kissed me again, running his tongue across my
lips flicking my lip ring.  I opened to him; he immediately swept his tongue
tasting me, his hands skimming down my ribs.  He reached around grabbing my ass
and pulling me snuggly against him. I moaned when I felt him hard and ready against
my stomach.

“Where is your room?” Sam whispered in my ear,
then biting my earlobe and tugging.

I pointed in the general vicinity of my room. Sam
stood up and picked me tossing me over his shoulder.  I giggled and tried to
get away, he reached up and slapped my ass.

“Stay still,” he growled.

I leaned down and slapped his ass. “Don’t want
to.”

He dropped me on the bed and I laughed as I
bounced.  I stopped laughing when he ran his hands starting at my feet, up my
legs, over my thighs, and gripped my hips.  “I’m going to take my time,” he murmured.
“I want to spend hours tasting every part of you. I want to know your body
better than you do.  I want to kiss every inch of your skin and find out what
makes you moan and what tickles.  And when I’m finished, I’m going to slide
into your body so slowly that you feel every inch of me. I’m going to make love
to you, Jules.  When you finally orgasm, you’re going to scream my name so loud
your neighbors will hear you.”

“Fuck…” I mumbled.

“Not this time,” he said then kissed me again,
slowly tasting, rubbing, and loving every inch of my mouth.  No matter how much
I tried to quicken the kiss he kept it at his leisurely pace.  When he finally
pulled his mouth away from mine, I was panting. He brushed a kiss against my
lips then nipped and kissed his way down my jaw.  When he reached my neck, he
took his time there, licking, sucking, marking me as his inside and out.  He
ran the tips of his fingers down my ribs, gripped the hem of my shirt, and
yanked it off throwing it over his shoulder.  He sat there and just looked at
me, his eyes traveling over every exposed part of me.

“You are beautiful,” he groaned then leaned down
and kissed along my collarbone.  I lost myself in sensation as he kissed and
tasted my chest.

Sam

I ran my fingers across skin that felt like silk,
until I reached her nipple.  I flicked the barbell and she moaned and arched
into my hand.  I gripped the ring and tugged, then leaned up and flicked her
labret, kissed her chin, and moved over to her ear.  “Do you like that?” I
whispered before tugging on the ring once again.

“Yes,” she moaned.

I nipped at her ear, then kissed behind it, and
made my way back down her neck. Damn, I loved her neck.  I continued down until
I reached her nipple, sucking it into my mouth and biting gently.  Her back
bowed and I had to press her back down with my hips.  I let the nipple slide
from my lips, kissing it gently then trailing kisses to her other nipple,
giving it the same treatment.  Sliding my tongue across her ribs caused her to
jerk and giggle so I did it again. I smiled against her skin.  I ran my fingers
along her ribs causing her to laugh and wiggle away from my touch.

I pressed kisses into her stomach, rubbing my
stubble against her skin.  When I reached the edge of her pants, I sat up and
flipped her over on to her stomach.  I started at the top of her spine and
traced each of her vertebrae with my fingers. I took in each line of her
tattoo.  I leaned down and kissed her shoulder blades, then continued down.  I
ran the back of my hands down her arms, her skin pebbling in my wake.

“Sam…” she gasped.

“Hmm?”

“I need…”

“Not yet,” I whispered against her skin.

Once I explored her back, I sat up and divested
her of her pants then scooted down her body.  I leaned down and nipped at her
left butt cheek then moved to the right.  She gasped and wriggled but I didn’t
let up.  I kissed and nipped every inch of her delectable ass before moving
down her legs.  Running my fingers down the back of her thighs, when I leaned
down and kissed behind her knee she jerked up moaning my name.  I laughed and
continued down until I kissed her Achilles.  I stood up and ripped my shirt off
and kicked off my shoes, then I reached down and flipped her on to her back.

I started at her ankle and kissed my way back up
spreading her thighs wider as I went.  I bit her inner thighs, sucking, wanting
to leave a mark on her pale skin.

“Sam,” she breathed “please?”

“All in due time, angel.”

Finally, I reached her fold. I ran a finger across
her labia, watching as her eyes opened wide and she moaned.  I laid down
pushing her thighs further apart with my shoulders.  I used my thumbs and
spread her open to me. This time it was my turn to gasp.

“Jules has a naughty side,” I murmured then
flicked my tongue out against the small silver stud in the hood of her clit. 
She jerked and I had to pin her to the bed with an arm across her hips.  I ran
my tongue around her opening then up to her clit where I flicked the ring
again.  I pulled her clit into my mouth sucking lightly and ground my hard cock
against the bed.

“Oh god, oh god…” Jules started chanting while
trying to thrust up against my mouth.  I let her clit go and ran my tongue
around her opening again before stiffening my tongue and thrusting it into her.

“Fuck,” she moaned reaching down and threading her
fingers through my hair.  I thrust into her shallowly with my tongue, tasting
her.  When I felt her muscles begin to tighten, I pulled away and began licking
and tasting her, touching her everywhere but where she wanted me. 

“I hate you,” she mumbled.

I chuckled against her. “No, you love me, angel.”

“Not right now I don’t.”

“What do you want?”

“You know what I want.”

“You want to come?”

“God, yes,” she moaned.

I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking the ring
with my tongue, then thrust a finger inside her core.  She arched off the bed
and began thrusting against my finger.  I used my lips to tug on the ring and
she began convulsing around my finger, screaming my name.  I gentled my touch,
licking her lightly while I slowed my fingers moving inside her, slowly
bringing her down.

When she collapsed against the bed, I sat up on my
knees, but kept my fingers slowly moving inside her.

“You doing okay there, Jules?”

She gave me a thumbs up sign before dropping her
hand against the bed.  I leaned up and kissed her on the lips. “You’re not
going to sleep on me, are you?”

She shook her head and I smiled against her lips.
“Good.”

I climbed over her and stood up. I quickly removed
my jeans, and grabbed a condom out of my pocket.  I tore the package open and
rolled it on before climbing back on the bed between her spread thighs.  I
rubbed the head of my dick through her folds, hitting her clit causing her to
jerk and moan.

“Sensitive?”

“Uh huh.”

I teased her for a few minutes until she was
pushing against me trying to get me to enter her.  Finally, I lined myself up
with her and pressed in slowly, when just the head of my cock was inside of
her, I stopped.

“I’m going to castrate you,” she growled.

I grinned down at her and pushed another inch into
her waiting heat. “Better?”

“Sam,” she whined.

I gripped her hips and slowly entered her, taking
my time just like I had promised I would.  When I was fully seated, I leaned
over and pressed my lips against hers.  “You feel like heaven.”

“Move, please move,” she begged.

I rotated my hips keeping pressure on her clit.
“Like that?”

“That…” she gasped, “…works.”

“Or like this?” I asked pulling out of her slowly
then just as slowly pushed back in.

“Sam, fuck me!” she yelled.

“No,” I kissed her lips and kept up my slow pace.

I leaned my forehead against hers, fighting the
tingling in my spine. I fought back against the orgasm that was threatening.  I
circled my hips again and felt her flutter around me so I did it again.

“Oh god, Sam please, oh please,” Jules moaned.

“What do you need?” I whispered against her lips.

“I need to come,” she wailed.

I sat up and grabbed her hips pulling her up so
her ass rested on my thighs and fucked her hard and fast.  I reached down and
pressed against her clit. She screamed my name, tightening around my cock.  I
continued fucking her until my body took over and I came.  I groaned her name continuing
to thrust into her.

When I was finished, I slipped out of her body and
fell over beside her.  “I think you killed me,” I mumbled.

“I can’t feel my toes,” she whined.

I laid there staring up at the ceiling unable to
move.  Jules sat up and looked down at me smiling.