Chapter Thirty Seven
October 2006 (Continued)
He watched her from his seat as she judged the final dancers. He knew she was nervous, or excited, or something. God, it was times like these, he sure as hell could use a drink, but the therapists warned him that consuming alcohol could lead to a downward spiral to his drug addiction and had recommended he stay away from all forms of mood altering drinks, pills, and of course, falling down the rabbit hole of drugs again. So far, he'd maintained that. But then again, he'd only been out of rehab a week. But he had a new lease on life. He wanted this more than he ever wanted anything in his life. He had a great shrink that had helped him along and a new one waiting for him back in Nashville and he planned on this rehabilitation to stick.
After what felt like forever, the show ended. She turned and winked at him before hugging her co-judges and walking offstage.
He was ushered by a stage-hand to her dressing room backstage and he stood before the door nervously.
"Are you going to just stand there? Or are you going to come in?" she teased gently through the door.
His look of confusion as he entered made her laugh as she walked over to him. "You're beautiful," he breathed as he took her gently in his arms.
Her hand went to his face, brushing it with soft fingertips as she said, "You look healthy."
"I'm too skinny," he said in an almost-pout. "But they said I'd gain some weight soon. I'm starting to work out more and drink protein shakes and stuff…" he trailed off and his eyes closed as her other hand moved to his mouth; one fingertip upon his lips.
"Shhh," she said softly. The hand that had been on his face moved to his neck and pulled him down to her so his mouth could fuse with hers. When they finally pulled away from each other, she sighed gently. "Is this a dream?"
He smiled softly. "If it is, I never wanna wake up from it."
She opened her eyes and looked at him warily. "I swear," he started. "I'm clean. I…I don't ever wanna do that stuff again." He sounded like a chastised child and made her love him all the more.
"Jasper," she said, a soft smile upon her face. "Take me home. Take me back to my hotel room."
"O-okay. Do you want to talk somewhere more private?" he asked, unsure of him self.
She let out a throaty laugh that had him hardening in his denim prison. "Talk…is that what they're calling it nowadays?"
"Alice, I don't want to just fuck you. I'm serious. I want…us."
Her hands grasped his ass and pulled him to her. "I want that as well. But I want to make love to my…fiancé." The last word she blew into his ear before licking it. "I need you, Jasper. I want us to be together."
He picked her up and her legs wrapped around him automatically. "Thank God," he muttered as he carried her out of the room and down the hall to the limo waiting outside.
The ride over to the hotel was one with soft touches, gentle caresses, and quiet words as they tempted and teased each other lovingly. When they finally arrived at the hotel, they were both smiling shyly at each other as they walked hand-in-hand into the building.
Once they arrived up at her room, she said, "Give me just a few moments, okay?"
He reluctantly let go of her hand and walked to the window, ringing his hands all the while. He was terribly nervous again. He hadn't had sex in forever it seemed and hadn't truly loved a woman since his last time with Alice, which was a long time ago.
He swallowed hard and walked over to the mini-bar. The small bottles of booze were enticing, but instead, he opted for a bottle of water. "Seven bucks?!" he said as he looked at the price. He shook his head and opened the bottle, tipping it back and downing about half of it. "Totally not worth it," he muttered.
"Maybe this is," Alice said from the bathroom.
He turned and his mouth fell open. She was dressed in silk that was almost an ice blue it was so white. The negligee was long but that didn't mean it covered much. It had three simple ties in the front that showed her beautiful creamy skin between them. The bottom part of it was sheer and he could see very tiny panties underneath it in the same color. She had on a pair of tall sandals that wrapped up her leg, and as he made his way back up her body, she smiled shyly.
Alice then calmly walked past him and grabbed a bottle of sparkling water from the mini-bar and that was when he saw the back of the gown. It was nothing but a series of laces and straps. She turned to him and smiled. "See something you like, big boy?"
"F-fuck," he muttered. "You-you're beautiful, Ali," he said as he walked toward her.
Her cheeks turned just the faintest shade of pink, making her look even lovelier as she said, "Thanks."
He sat down his bottle of water and pulled her into his arms. He ran his hands lightly up her arms and rested them on her shoulders. "I'm so sorry I've been so awful, Alice."
"Shhh," she quieted him again. "No more regrets. No more looking back. We're moving forward and starting fresh." She stepped away from him and held out her hand. With a giggle, she said, "Hi, I'm Alice."
He grinned and shook her hand. "I'm Jasper. I don't usually do this on a first date, but I'm afraid I've got to make an exception."
She smiled up at him and said, "Well then, I guess I'd better do…this." She reached up to her straps and slowly slid each one down her arms.
He gulped as her beautiful small breasts were exposed. "Fuck," he muttered again as he dropped to his knees.
"Jasper, what…?" she started before she whimpered, "Ohhh," as his mouth began worshiping her nipples by turn. His hands began kneading her ass before he lowered her panties to the floor.
"J-Jazz…" she murmured as his mouth traveled down, down, down her body to place a kiss upon her lower curls.
"Delicious," he muttered as he pressed her up against the bar. He lifted her right leg and slung it over his shoulder as he dove into her with his tongue.
Her hands grasped what little bit of his short hair she could as she muttered her own expletive. He lapped at her like a cat at cream, humming his delight as he drank down her orgasm and brought out a second one before she shrieked and pushed him away.
She opened her eyes and looked at him. He was grinning with glee as his mouth glistened with her juices. "You look delicious with my cum all over your face," she said.
His eyes grew wider as he snatched her up, carried her bridal style, dumped her on the bed, and pounced on her. "Fuck, I love it when you talk nasty," he said before his teeth sunk lightly into her neck.
"Oh, shit!" she cried as she bucked into his still-clothed erection. "For the love of God, Jasper, take your fucking clothes off!"
He was up in a shot, stripping out of his clothes and grabbing a condom from his pocket. "Prepared?" she teased, though her eyes were focused on the glorious length of his cock; whose tip was glistening with need.
"Uh…yeah. I didn't, I mean, I kinda hoped, but I…well, Emmett gave it to me and…"
She laughed. "Just shut up and get that cock in me, Jasper."
"Yes, Ma'am," he said with a nod of his head and a tip of an imaginary hat.
He climbed onto the bed and slinked toward her, causing her to shiver in delight as his naked skin touched hers. "Jasper…" she breathed.
"God, Alice, I've waited so long to do this," he said as he knelt over her. "I love you, Ali. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sooner."
"I love you too, Jazzy," she whispered. "You've kept me waiting a long time."
He slowly dipped into her as he said, "Sorry, Ma'am," in his emotion thickened accent. "I promise not to do that again."
Her legs wrapped around his waist as they began to move. "Good. You'd better not," she said as her nails dug into his back.
"Trust me," he moaned in pleasure. "I'm not planning on leaving this anytime in the future."
"Good," she whispered as she pulled his head down to hers. She kept her hands on his cheeks as she kissed him. "Good. I couldn't live with it if you left me again."
"Never, my love; never."
