See Her (Turn it Up #1)

Chapter 40

40

MAYZIE

B y 11:30 the next morning, I’m in a cab in Miami, heading from the airport to the hotel.A couple of texts from Jack last night and this morning have kept me informed of the band’s timetable, and it looks like I’ll be getting there just an hour or so before they do.

After the cab finally lets me out in front of the Westin, I pull my luggage behind me through the automatic doors and to the front desk to check in. After checking lists and instructions, along with my I.D., the desk clerk finally concedes that I am who I say, and gives me a key card to mine and Jack’s room.I take the elevator to the 14 th floor and find our room near the end of the hall.I swipe the card and enter a room that is spacious, but I notice there are two beds .

Oh crap.

I really hope we don’t have to room with one of the other guys.Deciding not to worry about that for right now, I grab my large suitcase and heft it onto the closer bed before gathering my toiletries to go set them up in the bathroom. While I’m in there, I notice it’s a decent sized bathroom, with a roomy walk-in shower that has beautiful stone tiling. That looks inviting, I wonder if I have time …

Deciding that after waking up so early followed by being on a plane, I really would like to freshen up, I hastily pull my shirt over my head, followed by pushing my leggings down. Once I’m naked, I open the door to hit the water tap when I hear a loud click in the other room.

I feel a wide smile split my face and an explosion of butterflies in my chest. I turn for the door but quickly snatch a towel off the rack and secure it around me.

Please be Jack. If I’m caught in a towel by another band mate, I might kill myself.

“Maze?” I hear as I round the corner to find Jack with the room’s main door closing behind him, his duffle hanging off his shoulder.

“Whoo!” he shouts, right when I come into view, and I emit an excited squeal of my own. Snatching his aviators off his face and dropping his bag, he’s across the room in three strides and wrapping me up in his arms, lifting me off the floor.

He squeezes onto me tightly, burying his face in my neck while I have both my arms wrapped tightly around his neck, trying my best to breathe him in.

He lets out a long sigh into my skin. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

I close my eyes and release a breath of my own, as if I’ve been holding it all these weeks. We stand there, holding each other for several moments, just basking in the reunion, so relieved to be with each other.After basking in the reunion for a few moments, I feel his lips moving against the skin of my neck, and I lean my head back enough for him to kiss me long and hard on the mouth. Joyous relief settles over me as I let myself get swept away. It’s like I’m waking up to realize it wasn’t all a dream. Despite what the last few weeks have led me to believe on occasion, I really did marry this guy.

Jack

Mayzie’s in my arms. Her cute little frame is wrapped up tightly against me, and I’m breathing in her beautiful scent. I’m assuming she was just about to change or take a shower, either way, the fact that she’s practically bare right here in front of me just makes this seem like even more of a dream.

I stand there in between the two plush white beds, holding her up against me until I’ve fully processed that we’re here together. Her arms tighten around my neck as she lets out a sweet sigh and I take in a deep breath of her.

Fuck, I need to kiss her.

Setting her down, I take her pretty face in my hands and bring my mouth down on hers. Her soft lips ply and meld effortlessly with mine. Kissing Mayzie has always felt like the most natural thing in the world, and right now, it’s making everything in my world feel right.

Tilting my head, I engulf us deeper, and a satisfied sigh escapes between our lips when she lets out a soft moan. My breathing picks up its pace, forcing me to pull away every few seconds for air. I need her – right now. I want to drown in her, yet I’m so overwhelmed that I don’t know where to start.

Look at her… I need to fucking look at her.

Palming the back of her head, I keep my mouth locked onto hers as I pull with my other hand at the knot of her towel, letting it fall away. My lips drop to her shoulder and linger there as I try to catch my breath. After a few beats of restoring a portion of the air in my lungs, I sit down on one of the beds, gripping Mayzie’s hips and pulling her to stand between my legs.

“Oh my God,” I muse out loud as I take in the smooth plain of her stomach, pan my gaze up over her breasts to her shoulder blades, and back down again. “FaceTime can go fuck itself.” I shake my head as she lets out a soft laugh. “It can’t even compare to this,” I justify before leaning in to kiss her stomach and breathe in her sweet smelling skin .

“Just keep touching me, Jack,” she beckons, as if I could ever stop.

I pull at her hips just enough to signal to her what I want, and she reads me perfectly by climbing onto my lap, her smooth legs straddling me. Her hands clasp behind my neck and she presses her body against mine while my hands grip and glide up and down the silky skin of her back. Her head drops back, letting herself enjoy the graze of my lips up her throat, and when it elicits a low moan, I become eager to take this to the next level.

As if reading my mind, her hands come down to take hold of the hem of my t-shirt, hitching it up my stomach. I release her briefly to help her out by raising my arms. Pulling the dark blue garment over my head, I toss it aside and let my arms return around her while she gives me a playful smirk.

“You needed to catch up, husband.”

I lean in, smiling against her lips as I abruptly stand and swing her around, triggering a happy yelp from her mouth as I deposit her on the mattress, coming down on top of her.

“Damn right, I’m your husband,” I breathe against her lips, my hand traveling down between us to find the sweet haven between her legs. I start to rub my fingers against her center, harder than I initially meant to, but the sharp breath she draws in has my dick pushing against the confines of my jeans.

I keep rubbing and massaging between her legs, feeling her get wetter beneath my touch as her breath continues to come out in rapid flutters. I swear to fuck this is putting some kind of spell on me. I’m high on Mayzie’s closeness, her sounds, the feel of her skin, and the look of ecstasy on her face as I sink two of my fingers inside of her, making her body roll against me.

“Ohhh…” she moans, her eyes drifting closed as she arches against me.

“Oh, baby,” I whisper against her lips before kissing them lightly. My heart is pounding, likely faster and harder than hers as my breath is starting to come out in heavy pants against her neck .

“Jack, please.” Her whisper comes out faint and hoarse as her hands travel down my stomach to the fly of my jeans. Regretfully, I withdraw my fingers so that I can make quicker work of what she’s trying to do.

I wanted to take my time; to make this last forever, but I want inside her just as much, if not more, than she wants me, and this is the point of no return. I can only go as slow as I can go, but then I’ll have plenty of time after to take her in.

I stand up only long enough to push my pants down my legs, along with my boxer briefs, and my gorgeous wife leans up and takes my face in her hands, kissing the hell out of me while I step out of them.

Both of us naked, we finally wrap around each other on the bed, skin-to-skin. Thrusting my hands into her hair, I cradle her head in my arms as my aching cock finds her entrance on its own. Rolling my hips, I start to slowly drive inside her; her tight warmth stretching to accommodate my hard length. I withdraw slightly and push forward again, going in further and further as Mayzie keens beneath me, her hands going into my hair and holding me close.

I grunt into her neck with each deepening pass until I’m all the way home, filling her up. Then I start moving, rocking into her over and over; giving us friction while keeping us close.

“Baby…” she quivers against me. “Oh my God… Oh my God, I love you.” It all comes out in a whispered rush that is the perfect soundtrack to this beautiful moment.

“I love you, too,” I whisper against her mouth; the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. We’re moving slowly, each roll of my hips deep and pronounced as her body trembles beneath me with each delivery. Her toned thighs encircle my waist, keeping me close, and I feel sweat start to break across my back. “Fuck,” I start to groan as each squeeze of her walls seems to steal another breath from me.

“Ah!” The small cry escapes her lips as if she just felt my cock swell deeper inside her .

“Are you okay?” I stroke a thumb across her cheek bone, my rhythm unfaltering.

“Yes,” she barely squeaks out, breathlessly heaving against me.

“God, baby,” I grunt, pushing myself deeper, despite being fully seated. Mayzie’s moaning gets louder as I feel her get tighter, and her hands travel down my back to bite into my skin, making me hiss with satisfaction. I start pistoning my hips faster, knowing she’s close. When I feel her start to quake and squeeze around me, I can’t help slamming into her hard, over and over, my groans mingling with her cries as the world shakes and crumbles down around us.

“Maze, Maze,” I pant through my release. “Fuck!” I let go, giving her all I’ve got before collapsing down on top of her, both of us rising and falling together as we breathe deeply, hearts racing. Her hand goes back into my hair, her nails lightly skimming my scalp which I indulge in for a minute before shifting off her. My weight on top of her can’t be helping her restore her air supply. I roll away just slightly to reach for the pillows, propping one under her head before reaching for my own, and pull her close to me, cradling her in my arms.

Mayzie lets out a heavy contented sigh across my chest, and I let out an inaudible chuckle; my heart warmed over.

I take this time to just look at her, something I haven’t done since I walked in here mere minutes ago that maybe I should’ve.I was just so caught up in holding her and feeling her, I lost control. I gaze into her eyes which look glassy and happy, as I run my hand through her hair.I let out a long sigh, like everything is finally right in the world. Because it is; in mine anyway.

“You’re here,” is all I say, because I’m too relieved and worn out to think of anything better to say.

“I’m here,” she says, giving me that smile that cripples me. “Where I should be.” She looks so sated and beautiful right now; I wonder how the hell I went three weeks without this .

“I don’t want to seem selfish, but will you come to sound check? I’m not ready to be away from you again yet.”

“I’d love to.”

“Thank you. You’re so sweet,” I say, leaning in to kiss her. “Speaking of which, that was awfully considerate of you, already being naked when I got here,” I joke, resting a hand on her hip. She rolls her eyes and laughs.

“I was about to take a shower,” she says.

“Oh? Well, I’m more than happy to help you with that,” I reply, leaning in to kiss her.We spend the next half hour under the spray of hot water. I wash her hair and hug her back against my chest while we catch up on how things have been going with each other.We also make good use of the spacious shower.

It’s unseasonably warm for early November here in Miami, and I dress in a black tank and my camo shorts for sound check. I look in the mirror and catch a glimpse of Mayzie behind me. She has her back to me and is stepping into a flowery sundress. Her ass is covered in pink lace, and she’s in a black strapless bra. Now I’m hard as a rock. Again. I turn around and step over to her as she turns around, smoothing it down.I capture her around her waist and pull her toward me.

“Ready?” she asks, draping her arms around my neck.

“No way, we can’t go anywhere now. You’ve got me worked up again,” I admit, gently kissing her below her ear.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah. It’s that dress’s fault.”

“It’s 80 and humid, what do you want me to wear? A parka?”

“No, forget it. I just have to stay here and make love to my hot-ass wife over and over.”

Her face turns serious. “You can’t miss sound check, Jack. Think about last time,” she says, pulling me tighter and resting her head on my shoulder. “We can’t go down that road again. We have to have balance this time.”

“You’re right,” I say, letting out a frustrated sigh. “I just feel like I have three weeks I want to make up for. ”

“And we will. Just think,” she says in my ear. “After the show tonight, you’re going to have a lot of adrenaline, and I am more than happy to be your outlet.” She finishes that thought with a kiss on my neck. God have mercy on my cock.