Falling Down

Chapter Twenty-Two
Jesse
She's still sleeping when I wake up. I need to piss. I go about my business and she's still out cold, the blanket tucked down around her waist revealing the bandaged tattoos and her f*cking amazing tits. I'm not exaggerating here. They're perfectly round and firm. Her nipples are a rosy pink and they I swear to you they look like they're begging me to suck on them. Okay, maybe I'm bullshitting a little bit but damn. My mouth waters at the thought of sucking on her nipples.
Shit, I'm getting hard. Hmm. It would take some careful maneuvering but it could be done.
I slide into the bed behind my girl tucking my lower body close to hers, lifting one of her legs over my thigh, and slowly pushing my cock into her opening. I'm not going in dry, f*ck that. I'll just do this until she gets wet and pulls me in.
Damn, Lucy can sleep. She still isn't awake and the head of my cock slips inside her p-ssy. She does moan, though, so she'll be waking up soon. If not, I'll have to f*ck her hard to wake her up. I'm not going to molest her in her sleep… not completely anyway.
Shit, she gets wet fast. I carefully lean forward, pressing my lips to her ear. "Baby, you're so wet for me even when you're sleeping."
She moans again and presses her hips back toward me.
"There's my girl. Come on, baby, wake up."
"Unh," she says and I chuckle. I slip my hand around to her front and circle her *.
"Ummm, Jesse," she says, still asleep. Well, f*ck, at least it she knows it's me.
"Lucy," I thrust deeper into her, nearly two-thirds in now. "Wake up, baby." I pinch her * and her body stiffens.
"Wow, Jesse," she says, her voice low and sexy. "Mmm, you can wake me up like this every morning."
"F*ck yeah," I say, thrusting deeper, almost all the way in. She rests her hand over mine between her legs and takes my index finger between her index and middle fingers, then circles her * with my finger. Her head tilts back and rests on my shoulder.
"God damn, that's sexy. Your p-ssy just got super wet when you did that and--" I thrust deep, fully seating myself inside her, "oh yeah, you feel amazing."
"Jesse, more," she says.
Oh, I have more for her. I thrust slow but hard into her and I can already feel her p-ssy squeezing my cock. I'm not going to come yet, but she is. I let her circle her * faster with my finger, I press down just a little harder and she moans long and loud.
"So close, Luce. Let go and come for me."
Her breath hitches. "I can't."
"Oh, I know you can and you will. Not once but twice, maybe three times before we're done." I thrust faster, rubbing her * fast and hard, my cock hitting her deep and she cries out my name. I f*cking love it when she calls out my name. That caveman's back inside me, beating on his f*cking chest as her p-ssy spasms around my dick. God, I could come, but she feels so good. I'm not coming yet, not until she comes at least once more.
"There you go," I whisper.
"Mmm, Jesse," she moans. "I think I'm going to come again."
"F*ck yeah. Come all over my cock, Lucy. I love when you squeeze me tight and you get so f*cking hot."
"Oh God, Jesse!" she screams this time.
Caveman. Beat. Chest. I want to roar but I settle for a growl.
"Jesus, you feel so good." I f*ck her harder and she meets every damn one of my thrusts. My woman is amazing. She can do some serious f*cking. Who would have thought from looking at her that beneath that gorgeous prim exterior is a minx, a sex goddess with a p-ssy made just for me? It has to be, because each time we have sex, it feels so f*cking amazing, I swear I'll never get enough.
"Jesse," she breathes. "F*ck me harder."
Caveman.
More than happy to oblige, I grip her hips carefully to avoid the bandage, pull her ass back tight against my groin, and hammer into her.
"Yes, just like that. Incredible," she moans.
Beating on chest happening. Right now.
"Lucy, I'm going to come soon, I need you to get there. Rub your * for me."
She licks her fingers and slips her hand between her legs.
"Dear God, that's f*cking sexy. Circles Lucy, hard and fast. I can't hold off much longer and I want your p-ssy to squeeze every drop of cum out of me."
"Oh yeah, hard like that… Jesse…" she groans, her p-ssy gripping my cock so tight I almost can't come. I feel it, but it's not coming out until--growl.
"Lucy! Fuuuuuuck yeah," I groan. So good. So, so good. One last thrust, one last pump of cum and I still, my cock still twitching. Yeah, it's that good. So good that when it's over, I still feel it. Told you. My p-ssy.
"You know, Luce, I think you should know," I say catching my breath, "if one of these times while we're having f*cktastic sex like this I happen to have a heart attack, just know that I went extremely happy. Even if I go before I come, it was f*cking awesome."
She laughs, her p-ssy squeezing my cock as she does. Damn.
"Shower?" I ask.
"Well, I have to avoid getting my back and side wet but yeah. It'd be great if you could help me."
"Of course. How sore are you?"
"My tats or my p-ssy?"
It hits me just right and I have to throw back my head and laugh. Shit, she's amazing.
"Let's start with your tats."
"Not as bad as yesterday but I think I'll avoid the spray of the shower."
"No need for that, Cupcake. We'll just adjust the spray to waterfall and it'll be like me pouring water over you."
"Oh my God. I want a shower like yours."
"You do. This is your shower."
"I mean when we find a house."
Oh f*ck no. She's not going anywhere.
"This is your house."
She turns to look at me and I know I'm not looking happy right now because damn it, I'm not. She's not leaving. She's staying. She can't go anywhere. What the f*ck?
"Jesse."
"Don't 'Jesse' me. Why the f*ck do you want to leave?"
"I don't want to but come on--"
"No, you come on. You live here ."
"But the guys--"
"Do you hear them complaining?"
"Well no."
I nod. "No complaints in private either. In fact, they seem pretty f*cking happy having extra people around to hang with."
She bites her lower lip. I let her because it means she's trying to work this out in her mind.
"Careful now, this might sting." I gently peel off the bandages and toss them into the garbage.
I grab her hand and head to the shower. I turn on the water and let it warm up, then change the stream to waterfall.
"In we go," I tell her as I lift her into the shower with me. She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.
"Jesse, I don't want to move."
"Mhmm," I say, still pissed off. "Let me wash your tats. They look pretty good."
She sighs as I lower her down to the floor. I twirl my finger, motioning for her to turn around and she does.
"Oh wow, that doesn't even hurt," she tells me, then tips her head back, letting the water wet down her sexy long dark hair.
"Good. I should wash that shit off so it doesn't get in your hair."
"Okay."
I soap up my hands and gently wash her flawless skin. Her mom's going to shit a brick when she sees those tats this weekend. I'll tell her it was my idea so Lucy doesn't get the brunt of Regina's wrath, although truth be told Reggie's bark is much worse than her bite. I think she's a little sweet on me, too. Who wouldn't be? I mean, I'm a f*cking catch, right? I'm a sex god. I'm good looking. I'm a god damn rockstar. Women fall all over themselves to get to me, hell men too if I'm honest. So why would Lucy want to find her own place?
I growl low in my throat and Lucy turns to me. "You okay?"
"Yep. I'm good." Lie. I'm not good. Not at all. I confess my love to her, make love to her five times last night and again this morning and she wants to bail. Maybe…
"Jesse, knock it the hell off."
"I don't know what you're talking about," I evade as I wash her other tat. "Damn, this Blush tat turned out great. Even the guys are going to love it. It's sexy but tasteful, feminine but not too girlie. Harley's a f*cking genius."
"Will you help me look at it after we get you out of your bad case of pissy and we finish our shower?"
I can't help it. She's so f*cking beautiful and sweet that even when she tries to look fierce she's just so lovable it does that funky thing to my heart.
"I don't have a bad case of pissy. Really. I'm good."
She raises a brow and watches me skeptically as I wash her front. It's completely non-sexual because I can tell when I wash between her legs she's sore. It's not a flinch or a grimace but just a bit of a frown. I'm really f*cking proud of her though. Not many women can go six times in less than twelve hours, multiple orgasms each time. My girl is awesome.
"I need to shave my legs but I can't bend," she says with a pout.
"No problem, Cupcake," I tell her and pull on a tab sticking out of the side of the shower and a small bench comes out.
"Jesse. I think this is the best shower I've ever seen in my entire life."
Her enthusiasm and excitement make me laugh.
"Yeah?"
She nods, like a kid with a new toy. "What else can it do?"
"Let's wash your hair and shit and I'll show you."
I wash her hair, massaging her scalp a bit, then we rinse it. She does the conditioner thing, running her fingers through the long strands. I watch so I know how to do it if she gets sick or something and needs me--my heart seizes up in my chest. No. Lucy can't and won't ever get sick. Hell no. I can't stand the thought of it. What if--?
"Jesse? Breathe," she tells me with a tap to my cheek.
I blow out a breath and pull her to me. Nothing can happen to her. I just found her. I love her more than anything and if she were taken from me--no. It won't happen. Fate brought us together, it's going to keep us together.
"Are you okay, babe?" she asks.
"Yeah," I nod. "I'm good."
"Sure?"
"Mhmm." I wash my hair and body while she shaves her legs. Damn if that isn't sexy. What the hell? Who knew women shaving their legs was sexy? It's the motion, the glide of her hand with the razor, it's almost sensual. Jesus. I have it bad. I admit to being two hundred percent p-ssy whipped. The thing about that? I don't give a f*ck. I like it. No one better mess with me about it either. I think of Ben and I just know he's going to. I'll have to punch him in the mouth when he does. He'll deserve it. Hell, he'll know it's coming the minute he opens his mouth.
I just watch as she finishes shaving her legs, so neat and precise. I suppose if she doesn't do it carefully she'll cut the shit out of herself and that shit hurts like a motherf*cker.
"There. I just have to rinse," she says turning to me. When she sees me staring at her, shoulder against the wall of the shower, arms crossed over my chest, she lifts her brows. "What?"
I just shake my head. How can I tell her she's so beautiful she steals my breath? That even watching her shave her legs is sexy. I'm turning into a f*cking chick. I think I need to fight with Ben just to make sure my balls are still intact. Shit.
"Ready?" I ask as I get set to change the spray. "This might hurt your tats so brace for it."
She nods, almost bouncing in excitement. I grin. She's so damn cute.
I hit the button for FULL and all the jets shoot out water, ten total. They're positioned from all angles, including the sides.
"Ohhhh," she moans as the water beats on her back. "This is amazing."
"Let's try the next one," I say quickly, ridiculously jealous that the f*cking jets can make her moan like that. I have no idea what the f*ck is going on with me, but now I'm definitely going to have Ben punch me in the face. Maybe even Ethan too for good measure.
The next one is MIST and it's just as it sounds, a slow mist from all the jets.
"I don't like that one," she says closing her eyes. "It's like being splashed in the face. I hate that."
"Next," I announce and press STREAM. It's just a regular shower, straight from the three nozzles overhead.
"That'll be great for rinsing my hair," she tells me.
"Next," I say, pressing STREAM-X. Regular streams come from all jets except the two that angle toward the face and she grins. "That's a nice one too."
I smirk. "You're so cute, Luce."
She flits a hand in my direction. "Next!"
"Brace yourself." I press MASSAGE.
The three overhead nozzles, pulse in a massaging stream.
"Shit!" she squeals.
"You alright?"
"Yeah, it just hit my tat on my shoulder."
"Okay, let me switch it quick." I press STEAM and steam comes from all ten nozzles and the exhaust fan kicks on to high.
"Oh, steam room."
"You ever go for a steam?"
She wrinkles her nose. "I tried it. I don't care for it really, not in the club anyway. This isn't so bad. It's not dry like the other."
"Yeah, I'm not a fan of the steam box either. If I want to sweat, I'll just lift weights or go for a run."
"Exactly."
"There are a couple more and I'll let you play around with them next time you shower."
"Cool. You don't mind?"
I pull her to me. "Lucy, I mean it when I say this is your house too. Please treat it as yours not just mine and the guys', okay?"
She nods.
"You don't see Sera, Jace, Meggie or even Trace having an issue with it, do you?"
"No, but--"
"But…" I pause. Wait. She's used to taking care of everyone, providing for everyone, that she's not sure how to react when someone does the same for her.
"Lucy?"
"Hmm?"
"You're used to taking care of everyone, right?"
"Well, yeah, I just always--"
"Okay. I get it but you can still take care of them from here, and seeing as we're in a relationship and we love each other, you're going to have to get used to someone taking care of you, too."
"I thought I was doing pretty well."
"You are. Don't get me wrong, you're doing great. I just didn't realize that was what was going on. You can talk to me, Lucy. You know that, right?"
"I do."
"Don't hesitate because you think I'll judge you. I never will. It's part of that pinky-swear and X over heart promise."
She nods.
"Trust me, Luce. Here's how much I trust you."
She just looks at me.
"I keep thinking all these f*cking mushy romantic thoughts that would have Ben or the guys giving me shit and you know what?"
"What?" she asks.
"I don't give a f*ck. I like it. I like feeling like this about you and I don't care who knows it. I like knowing you'll be here when I go to sleep at night and when I wake up in the morning. I like cooking for you. I like your reactions to each of the f*cking different settings for this shower. That's how pathetic I am, how whipped I am, and I'm not too proud to tell you. A year ago I'd have probably thrown you out--no, that's not true either. It'd have been you and you're you and there's no wanting you gone. Period. Ever."
"Wow."
"Yeah. Word vomit."
She nods. I turn off the shower and we step out, drying off. She wraps a towel around her head like some turban or something.
"See? That right there? I think that's f*cking adorable."
"What?" she asks.
"The turban thing you've got going on."
Her eyes are wide as she asks, "Jesse, you're all in, huh?"
I nod, head hanging, hands braced on my hips, only my head moving as I accept my fate.
"Me too," she tells me.
I lift my head up. "Yeah?"
She nods. "I'm used to taking care of everyone. I've always taken care of Sera, ever since her parents… well, since then. She was in such a bad way for so long and then she gave up her dream of music to model while I acted all because my mom wanted it. I made ridiculous amounts of money and she did as well, but I just bought the houses, paid the bills, paid for vacations, and made sure she was comfortable, happy, and never wanted for anything. I like doing that for everyone. Now there's Jace, Meggie, and Trace. I know they can all take care of themselves, but I just like to do it."
I nod. "It's a good thing. It's part of who you are. You nurture and take care of people, giving them what they need monetarily or emotionally. I saw that from the beginning. But, babe, you don't have to own your own house--hell, you already do. You can take care of everyone from here. I'd really like it if you'd stay. We can talk to the others later, especially Sera, and make sure she's good with staying here. The house is plenty big and she has tons of freedom here."
She nods. "You're amazing, Jesse. Thank you," she says, giving me a hug. I gently hug her back, careful not to hurt her sore areas.
"Want to see your tattoo now?"
Her head springs up. "Yes!"
I chuckle. "Okay. Let me find that mirror," I tell her, searching through drawers. "Ah, here we go. Ready?" I ask her.
She nods.
"Tell me which way to tilt." I hold up the mirror and she directs me. I know the minute she gets a clear image because she gasps.
"Oh my… Jesse this is perfect."
"Those are your lips from that one modeling thing you did. Harley found a picture online."
"Wow," she breathes. "It's perfect. Lips blowing out musical notes. I love the band name in blush and black over the top of everything. It makes me think that while the music is important, the band is more important and that's true. Without happiness and contentment in the band, the music would suck ass."
I nod. "Beautiful brilliant girl."
She smiles.
"Let's get that goopy shit on your tats and find you something comfortable yet respectable to wear."
"Respectable?"
"Well, as phenomenal as your tits are, I don't want the guys checking out my woman's rack. I'd have to punch someone and I'd rather avoid that if I can."
"It'd be Xander."
"F*cking A it would. He tried to check out your ass and tit at Harley's."
She laughs. "I know. There was no hiding my ass, I mean it was out there, but it's just a little area and not worth mentioning. But he tried so damn hard to see my boob. It was hilarious. Sera and I kept laughing at him."
I nod. "He's a perv."
"So are you," she says, challenging with the raise of a brow.
"I am, but I don't check out other dude's women."
She rolls her eyes. "Please. When you were whoring you didn't give a shit who the chick was with."
I run a hand over the back of my neck, a bit ashamed of how I behaved.
"I did."
"It's not okay but I get your reasoning now."
I nod. "Thanks."
She nods. "Now goop me up so I can dry my hair before it gets all funky."
I grab the tube and begin spreading the gunk over her tats.
Her gaze meets mine in the mirror when she drops the towel.
I groan when the phone rings in the other room. "Probably a good thing since you're already getting sore."
She nods, her eyes filled with want and desire.
I head to the bedroom and pick up my phone.
"Who is it?" she asks.
"Cage."
"Oh good."
"Yo," I say by way of answering.
He only says two words. "Show time."