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“Hmm.“

“Maybe you should check,“ I tell him as I
untie the sash of my robe and let it drop to the floor. I stand
before him naked as the day I was born.

“Fuck, Lucy.“

“Yes, that's the plan.“

He chuckles. “It
would
get rid of your
nerves.“

“Like we need an excuse,“ I tell him. “Lock
the door.“

His grin turns wicked. “I already did when I
came in.“

I wiggle my eyebrows and he leans in and
plunders my mouth. There is nothing slow or gentle about this kiss
just as I know there is going to be nothing slow or gentle about
the sex we're about to have. It's going to be hard, hot, and
furious and I am one lucky woman. My man is hot as hell.

I reach for the button on his jeans and then
unzip. I reach beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs and wrap
my hand around his already hard, pulsing shaft.

He grunts and lifts me up, my arms going
around his neck and my legs around his waist. He sits on the sofa
and I straddle his lap. He frees his cock from the confines of his
clothing and pushes his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs,
lifting me up as he does. Then he's lifting me, but he pauses, runs
his fingers over the folds of my pussy, and growls when he finds me
more than ready for him.

Then he's positioning the head of his cock to
my opening and pushing up as I push down, slowly. It's never an
easy task taking him inside of me, but it feels so fucking good
when he gets there. Like now. I feel so full and he's so deep.

His mouth covers mine and I moan aloud as I
lift and lower myself onto him.

“You feel so fucking good, Luce.“

“Mmm,“ I moan and tilt my head back as I ride
him.

He reaches around and pulls my ass cheeks
apart and my eyes fly open.

“Trust me?“

I don't hesitate. “Always.“

He smiles softly and cups my face, then
slides a finger between us, gathering some of the moisture there.
When he reaches back around behind me, I stiffen. I can't help
it.

“I won't hurt you, baby. Never.“

“I know. It's just…“

“I promise you, this will feel good.“

I nod, biting my lip.

His finger touches that forbidden place that
had only caused me pain when touched before. But this is Jesse. My
husband. The man who loves me as much as I love him. The man I
trust with my life. The man who would rather die than cause me
pain. So, I relax as his finger probes the puckered flesh and
slowly begins to slip inside.

I'm not going to lie. It feels all kinds of
fucked up to have his finger there and when he pushes it inside,
little by little, it doesn't feel the greatest. I realize then that
I've stopped moving and he's watching my reaction closely.

“Move for me, baby,“ he coaxes.

I don't hesitate—I just do. At first it's a
little painful but the more I move myself over his cock and his
finger, the more the pain turns into pleasure. Then his finger
slips in all the way as his cock nudges my cervix and I moan. Holy
shit that feels amazing.

“Okay?“ he asks.

“Mhmm.“

“Feel good?“ he asks, beginning to thrust
upward with both his hips and hand.

“Ahhh, Yesss.“

“Jesus, Lucy. You're so fucking sexy and hot
and wet and tight. So perfect.“

“Unh,“ I reply, moving faster, my clit
rubbing against his pubic bone.

“One day I'm going to take you here,“ he
tells me, his finger matching his cock, thrust for thrust.

“Uh…“ His cock is huge. I'm not so sure
about—

“I want all of you, Lucy. I want to take away
the bad and replace it with us. Everything good.“

My heart skips a beat. Only my Jesse can do
that to me. I nod and cry out as I grind down hard against him, my
clit beginning to pulse.

“So close baby. You're going to explode all
over my cock soon.“

“I didn't know…“ I trail off.

He just nods and then kisses me. The
sensation is too much and when I lean forward, my clit rubs against
him hard, his cock and finger slamming into me and I'm done
for.

“Jesse,“ I whisper.

“Come, baby. Let me feel you. Let go.“

So I do. I come, and I come hard. I bite down
on his shoulder so I don't scream down the building.

Jesse lets out a grunt and a growl as he
thrusts his hips upward, drawing out my orgasm and bringing forth
his own. When I feel the first of his cum jet into me, the next
wave of my orgasm is more intense than the last. Hot and hard he
pulses himself inside me and I lick and bite his shoulder and neck.
When the last wave subsides, I rest my forehead against his
shoulder.

I try not to cry and so far I haven't. He, my
amazing husband, has just taken a horrible memory and turned it
into something amazing and loving. I blow out a breath and look up
at him, tears blurring my vision.

“Baby,“ he breathes, his forehead resting
against mine. “I love you so much.“ His arms wrap around me tight
and I reach my hands up to cup his cheeks.

“Thank you,“ I whisper. “I love you, Jesse.
So much it hurts sometimes.“

He nods, his forehead brushing against mine.
His lips press against mine softly.

There's a knock at the door. “Ten minutes,“
Damian yells through the door.

I meet Jesse's gaze and one side of his mouth
kicks up in a smirk.

“Nerves gone?“

“Uh-huh,“ I reply, standing up. He walks over
to the bathroom to clean up and brings me back some wet paper
towels. I hold out my hand but he just reaches between my legs and
cleans me up. I love that he takes care of me this way.

We both head to the bathroom, him to throw
away the towels, me to pee before I get dressed.

When I get back into the room, I see Jesse
frowning looking at my clothes.

“What's wrong?“

He shakes his head.

I reach for my cotton panties and bra—bless
you, Spenser. Cotton will absorb the sweat and still be comfortable
whereas lace would itch like a mofo.

I pull the black, pink, and white top over my
head and I realize now why Jesse's frowning. The top is cut off
just below my breasts and sleeveless. It also dips low in the front
and the back.

I pull on tights and then the bottoms, which
are little more than high-waisted panties, ending just below my
belly button.

Jesse's now scowling and I roll my eyes as I
reach for my high-heeled shoes.

“Get over it. If you can go out there looking
all sexified then so can I.“

“I'm not showing as much skin as you are,
wife.“

I laugh softly. “You will be soon enough,
husband, when you take your shirt off as you always do.“

He grunts.

“I wore more revealing clothes for the cover
of the album than this, if you'll remember.“

“Yeah, maybe, but you weren't out in front of
thousands of dudes panting after your sexy ass,“ he tells me,
folding his impressively muscled arms over his chest.

I snort. “No, they just use those photos to
jack off to.“

“Fuck.“

“Right? Seriously sucks but it is what it
is,“ I tell him, putting the second large black hoop earring in my
ear.

Another knock at the door.

“Luciana, unlock this door so I can put your
lipstick on now that you're done fucking that seriously hot piece
of ass you call a husband,“ Spenser shouts.

I laugh and Jesse shakes his head.

“That guy,“ Jesse says and I giggle. I
actually giggle. Again. Jesse points and I stick out my tongue at
him. His eyes darken and he licks his lips. My nipples harden.

“Oh my God. Stop,“ I laugh, pointing at him.
He smirks and winks.

I unlock the door and Spenser rushes in. “You
have, like, three minutes. Good to see your hubby took care of
those nerves. Now, hold still.“ He applies my lipstick, grabs a
tissue. “Blot,“ he says and I blot my lips against the tissue. He
swipes a coat of clear gloss over the top and smacks my ass. “You
better hustle, Damian is looking like he—“

Spenser cuts himself off as a harried-looking
Damian walks in the door.

“Sorry Kingston, it's got to be done,“ Damian
tells Jesse. He walks up behind me, grabs my shoulders and proceeds
to push me down the hall toward the stage. “Suck it up, Lucy.
There'll be nerves for like the first five minutes. Once you get
halfway through the first song, all nerves will be forgotten.
Remember how it was in Vegas?“

“How do you know what it was like in Vegas?“
I turn to ask.

He turns me back around. “Just remember what
it was like in Vegas, how quickly the nerves went away—how everyone
loved Blush.“

We get to the stage where Trace, Meggie,
Jace, and Sera are already standing, each fidgeting in their own
way.

“Shit,“ I say.

“Here,“ Sera says, handing me a shot.

“What is it?“

“Does it really matter?“ she asks.

“No. No it doesn't,“ I say and slam the shot.
I know my face contorts into something screwed up but I just don't
care. Jesse hands me his water and I take a drink. He also hands me
a peppermint Life Saver.

“I've got nowhere to put that, babe.“

Jesse kisses my cheek then tucks it between
my breasts where there's a bit of gaping fabric.

“Nice,“ I tell him. I crook my finger and he
comes toward me.

“Don't you dare kiss him, Luciana Russo!“
Spenser scolds.

“Tsk, tsk. I know better,“ I tell him. Jesse
leans down with a grin. “Since I can't kiss you…“ I lean in and
lick his lips then pull back and he runs his tongue over where I
just licked.

“That was fucking hot,“ Xander leers. “I
think I'm hard again.“

I laugh.

“Go, go,“ Damian tells us and Trace heads out
first.

“Shit, shit, shit,“ I say, bouncing on my
toes and shaking out my hands and arms. I tilt my head to each
side, back, then forward. Sera does her normal routine and Jace
just cracks his knuckles.

Jace heads out next, then Meggie, then
Sera.

I stand waiting for them to get set up and
Trace starts beating on his drums. The crowd goes crazy and what
can only be described as a roar rushes over me.

“Wow,“ I breathe. Jace starts playing. A few
seconds later Meggie joins. Then Sera.

“You got this, Luce,“ Jesse tells me.

I nod even though I'm not quite sure I
believe that.

“Now go kick some ass,“ Jesse shouts and
smacks my ass.

“Yeah, kick some ass!“ Xander shouts and
smacks my ass too. Then Ethan, Ben, and Kennedy. Next up is Damian.
Finally Cage does a double slap, hands me my pink mic, and gives me
a gentle shove.

Before I even get center stage, the lights
are on me. I'm an actress. I can do this. I'm Luciana Fucking
Russo-Kingston.

“How the hell are you doing tonight,
Portland?“ Again, a roar washes over me. I look over to Sera. “Did
you hear something?“

She shakes her head. “Nah. Looks like no one
came to rock with us.“

“Well, shit. Really Portland? Let's try this
again. How the hell are you doing tonight, Portland!“ This time a
deafening roar floods over us.

“Now that's what I'm talking about,“ Meggie
says into her mic.

“In case you don't know who we are, we're
Blush and we're here to open for this little band you might have
heard of somewhere. You know, a band called Falling Down?“

Roar. I laugh.

“Yeah, I thought you might have heard of
them. What do you say we get started entertaining these
fan-fucking-tastic fans, Blush?“

With that, Trace beats the hell out of his
drums and then into the rhythm of our first song. The rest follow
suit. And then I begin to sing, nerves long forgotten.

“Love is friendship that
has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence,
sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It
settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human
weaknesses.“

—ANN LANDERS

“THEY'RE KICKING ASS,“ I tell the guys.

“You doubted them?“ Ben asks.

“Nah. It's just cool as fuck.“

“True that. Let's see how they feel about us
performing together,“ Ethan remarks.

Yeah, that'll be telling. True acceptance of
me and Luce or a great big fuck you. I hope it's the former.
Watching her out there brings me so much pride. She owns that
fucking stage, pulling in the crowd like a seasoned veteran and I
didn't even coach her.

“She's a fucking natural,“ I mutter to no one
in particular.

“Fuck yeah, she is,“ Xander agrees. “They're
tearing it up. We better bring our A game tonight.“

Kennedy grunts and nods. “Christ, did you see
that move she just did?“

“Hell. I'm going to have to go out on stage
sporting wood,“ I tell them.

“I think we all are. Shit. Sera just...“ Ben
says and shakes his head.

Yeah. Sera just lifted her guitar out of the
way and rubbed up on Jace's leg, threw her head back, and I swear
to fuck she just came right there.