See Her (Turn it Up #1)

Chapter 28

28

MAYZIE

I ’ve never journaled before. I never saw the point in writing about all the things I already know just to keep them for myself. But I’ve been carrying around so much confusion this afternoon and it’s begun some furious inner tango with my emotions, leading them in different directions. I didn’t know what to do about our new, exciting – but complicated – situation, and finally, I opened my laptop, hoping to maybe clear my head.

Spoiler alert – it hasn’t helped me figure anything out, but I’m amazed at how much I’ve written; how many words have been derived from my feelings.

“What can I do,” Jack asks against my cheek, “to get that smile I love back?”

His voice is low and raspy, carrying a certain yearning. The beginnings of his five ‘o’clock shadow brushes against my skin in the most delicious way that brings me both arousal and comfort, yet that nagging sense of complacency that’s been slowly creeping under my skin the last few days still persistently gnaws at me.

“I’m processing, Jack,” I gently remind him, closing my laptop .

“I know, baby,” he grumbles in my ear. “But it doesn’t make it easier for me to see my bride unhappy.”

“My husband just became a touring musician… how can I be unhappy?”

“I may not have known you long, but I know you well…” He kisses the spot where my jaw meets my neck. “I know you deep… and I love you hard.” He punctuates the last word with a contradictory soft kiss on my cheek before straightening up and walking over to the sink.

I sit for a moment and watch him as he pulls out his shaving supplies. I know I can’t fool him, and I’m not trying to. I just don’t want to have the conversation that would put more on his plate. His dreams are finally coming true, the ones he’s had since long before I came into his life. I won’t be the one to jade them by pouting.

Getting up, I walk over to where he stands at the sink and wrap my arms around his body from behind, pressing my face into his back. I allow the closeness and his leathery scent to remind me why I came here – to be with him.

I immediately feel movement and look up to see Jack’s arms moving and a glimpse of our reflection in the mirror shows me he’s unbuttoning his shirt. Swiftly turning in my arms, he shrugs out of the garment one tatted shoulder at a time, and before I know it, my face is in his hands and his mouth is owning mine.

Jack doesn’t break our urgent connection as he starts stepping backwards in the direction of the bed, and I follow as if he is my lifeline and I’m drawing energy from his kiss. When his legs meet the bed, Jack unfastens his jeans and pulls them down, along with his briefs, before taking a seat and pulling me down on top of him.

Calloused fingers, rough from so many years of playing guitar, deftly grope the skin beneath his own black t-shirt that cloaks my body while his hard cock teases at the thin material of my panties. Wasting no time or words, he pulls them to the side and puts it between my legs, letting it nudge and slide against my cli t a few times. I slide slowly down on his wide length, reveling in the ache it brings.

“Jack…” his name comes out on a gasp when he’s completely inside me.

“Wife,” he murmurs back, following up the word with a groan before attacking my lips with his once again. Gripping onto my hips, he rolls and rocks me against him, taking my breath away and giving it back with each pass.

The spark inside me catches fire, blazing from my core through the rest of my body. “Ohhh…” I utter the involuntary sound as I come down on him again. His arms encircle and hold onto me tightly, like he’s afraid I might float away. I respond in kind, locking my arms around his neck.

“Oh, Maze,” he moans into my chest, jerking himself inside me harder, making me whimper helplessly from the carnal ecstasy. “I can’t seem to get deep enough inside you, baby.”

It couldn’t be further from the truth. I feel him so deep, it’s like he’s become one with me. The bliss sets in, and each roll of my body becomes accompanied by a moan. Jack and I are tightly locked together as he pummels inside of me, each hit better than the last.

In this moment I feel so connected to him, so deeply. I’m feeling everything right now. Every thrill in my stomach, every swell of my heart, every butterfly I’ve ever felt for him… they are all fusing together to create an ache in my chest.

When I don’t think I could be enjoying it any more is when he rolls me to my back and continues to drive into me. The position and angle lend more leverage to his motions, and I want to cry it feels so good.

Our skin is hot and sliding together, and I feel sweat break out along my hair while he pistons in and out of me in hard, measured thrusts. I’m riding a high, beautiful storm clouds rolling and crashing through my mind as he carries me away. I feel so full with his body surging above mine.

“I love you,” Jack laments in a ragged whisper as his chain swings up and down, grazing the skin of my throat. “I love you so much. Come with me… please come with me.”

I’m not sure if he means on the tour or right in this moment, but either way, I’m on board. Jack slams his cock inside me once more and I feel my back bow off the bed and my head arch back. Lightning flashes behind my eyelids as Jack gives me the most powerful orgasm that racks my body.

“Jack!” His name comes out in a throaty cry, my fingers finding their way into his long strands, damp with sweat.

“God,” Jack grunts through his last, hard thrusts, releasing himself into me. “Oh my God, Maze… baby.” He collapses on top of me, his lips grazing up the skin of my neck until they meet mine. He rolls us to our side, still inside of me, threading his fingers into my hair. His kiss is tender yet ravaging if that were possible.

“Okay,” I wheeze out, trying to catch my breath.

“Okay what, baby?” he murmurs against my lips, his desperate hold on me relaxing slightly.

“I’ll go with you.”

He stares into my eyes, taking a moment to absorb my words as if trying to decide if he heard them right.

“I don’t know,” he rasps as he cradles my head in his arms, “what I did to deserve you, but I’ll do it over and over again.” I can barely form a thought before his lips come crashing down on mine again.

We touch down in Seattle two weeks later, where the tour is kicking off.

The last two weeks were riddled with rehearsals and shop talk, but Jack seriously focused on us, continuing our happy home life every moment he could. One month as a normal newly marrie d couple is all we had before pulling up our stakes, so to speak.

I figured Ian owed us, big time, for outing us to my parents, so I asked him to house and dog sit for us. He was so pumped to get out of his place it wasn’t much of a penance.

Our first stop, courtesy of a brigade of black SUVs, is at a nearby hotel where we’re not given much time to dump our luggage and freshen up before we have to pile back in to be taken to the venue.

After a hurried tour of the pertinent parts of the stadium, namely the dressing room and backstage tunnels, the guys were immediately sucked into the busy vortex of meeting with the stage crew to establish a setup routine that suited their needs, followed by their first sound check.

The highlight of the afternoon was, of course, getting to meet the infamous Shock Wave. As it turns out, they are a bunch of nice, down-to-earth guys, but I was still intimidated. I just can’t decide if it was more by George Stockwell, the front man who has a serious Tommy Lee thing going on, or his camera-ready wife, Erin. She’s a statuesque beauty with long, red locks, big brown eyes that are accented with perfectly applied eyeliner, and don’t even get me started on her wardrobe. I wanted to weep in my white V-neck t-shirt and ankle boots from Target.

You’d think she’d be intimidating. I thought so at first, but my mind was changed within the first ten seconds of meeting her. She put me right at ease, offering herself as a friend, and while Jack is everything to me, I need someone besides him as company on this journey.

And here we stand now, backstage, with the show underway. I’m thankful, however, that we got to take a trip back to the hotel so that I could change into something a little more impressive so that I don’t feel like a shrinking violet next to her. Together, we enjoy the show as Turn it Up’s music explodes from the speakers, pounding through every bone in my body as lights strobed across the crazed audience .

Each of the four guys is riding a brand new high, and they are projecting it out into the crowd like total naturals. They were meant for this, and the realization exhilarates me everywhere in my body.

The crowd is eating up their performance, and so am I, especially when Jack swings his guitar to hang behind him so that he can grip the mic with both hands for a passionate delivery.

“God, I love that move,” I mutter to myself beneath the din of my husband's voice sailing through the air.

“I love when George does that, too,” Erin chimes in beside me, “although I think it may be your man’s signature move.”

“Oh my God, you heard that?” I giggle nervously, glad the darkness of being backstage is likely hiding the blush I feel in my cheekbones.

“Don’t sweat it,” she replies, shaking her head as lights flash across her face. “What’s the point of joining your husband on tour if you can’t drool over him from backstage?” I laugh, relaxing some, and I see her turn to face me in my peripheral. I pause and look at her, anticipating some kind of conveyance. “Listen, Mayzie, this first tour with him is going to be tough, I’m not going to lie.”

I feel my eyes drift downward as I give a slight nod. Her imparting knowledge is no shock, but it still affects me nonetheless.

“I want to help in any way I can,” she offers. “When it was my first go-round, I didn’t have anyone, and I don’t want the same for you.”

“Thank you.” I nod up at her, feeling incredibly vulnerable all of a sudden. Dealing with these misgivings and unknowns privately was one thing, but acknowledging them to another person perhaps makes them more real.I take in a big breath, trying to be brave against the emotions. “It’s going to be okay though, right? I mean, you and George made it through…”

“Yes, we did,” she nods, placing comforting hands on my arms. “But it was still hard, and I think it’s better I don’t lay everyt hing on you all at once, but we made it through after figuring out a way that worked for us. You and Jack will have to find your own way too, but I can still help.”

I nod again, trying to get my lungs to work in regularly steady breaths, but before I can stop myself, I step into her arms, and let her give me a hug I didn’t know I needed.