*Sorry for the delay friends, it took me a while to get this chapter where I wanted it, and I'm so glad it's done and over with! I hope the wait was worth it, and that you enjoy it. Please R&R, I love reading your thoughts and ideas!*
Bekah-You are my rock. Thank you for caring about this story as much as I do.
Had the music always been this loud in the clubs? Or was Beca just getting old?
Lady GaGa blasted through the speakers of the bar as the bartender flipped bottles, boys danced on the table tops, and strobe lights lit up the room in a variety of different colors.
It was Beca and Stacie's first day in Los Angeles, and after the hell of flying for half the day and trying to adjust to multiple time changes, things had finally settled down. Their dinner with blues artist Zoey Kay and her parents had gone over well. After agreeing on terms, and assuring her parents that Beca had Zoey's best interests at heart and would not steer her in the wrong direction, Zoey had signed the contract. At the tender age of fifteen, she took the title of youngest artist for Columbia Records. It was an exciting time for everyone involved.
After dinner, Beca and Stacie celebrated with drinks at one of the rooftop bars. The atmosphere was calm and relaxing as new age music softly played through the speakers. The views of Los Angeles as the sun set were incredible as the sky lit up in vibrant hues of pink and purple. Beca could see the draw and appeal of living out here. The warm breeze blew through softly, causing her to close her eyes and smile contentedly. Today had been a good day. But after a few martini's in the classy, low key establishment, Stacie became antsy, and was ready to let loose and have fun. Thirty minutes later, they found themselves at Redlines, a popular LA gay bar.
Beca had never been in a gay bar before, and wasn't really sure what to expect. But from the moment the girls made their way through the door, she felt at ease. There was no pressure here, and she felt comfortable letting her hair down and being herself. The drinks were good, the music was familiar, the crowd was bursting with energy and happiness, and should any girls approach them, Beca and Stacie just smiled and offered a response of 'I'm flattered, but straight.' and flashed the rings on their left hands.
As the girls danced out on the large dance floor, Stacie was trying to talk to Beca, but she could barely be heard over the music. Beca pointed to her ears and shook her head, letting her know she couldn't hear her.
"SHOT!" Stacie screamed out through the crowd at a level loud enough that Beca could finally comprehend what she was saying. As they made their way through the sea of people, Stacie turned her head back to tell Beca something and as a result, slammed right into a stranger's back, spilling his drink everywhere.
"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" She apologized profusely as she bent down and picked up the cup. "Please, allow me to buy you another one."
A young, twenty something, hispanic man wearing a tight, black v-neck tshirt, and a pair of dark wash jeans turned around and faced them. "Oh, no problem, it happens. But if you insist, a Jack and coke please. I'm Tony by the way, and this is my boyfriend Jose."
"Nice to meet you both, I'm Stacie, this is my friend Beca."
Everyone shook hands and introductions were made. As Stacie shuffled forward to try and get to the bar, Jose looked down and gasped.
"Oh my gosh, are those real Louboutin's?"
Stacie looked down at her shoes and smiled before showing off the signature red sole that only an authentic pair of Louboutin's held.
Putting down her credit card, she ordered Tony's drink, and a round of fireball shots as she and Jose discussed designer footwear.
"To new friends and new adventures, cheers!" Tony announced as the four of them clinked their shot glasses and threw them back.
Beca shook her head as the whiskey burned its way down her throat. It was official, she was drunk. Taking her SoCo and Ginger Ale, she quickly chased the shot before they made their way back out onto the dance floor. 'Barbie Girl' began to infiltrate the space causing cheers of joy and excitement from the crowd. Stacie spun her around as the girls began to dance, nostalgia washing over them.
It had been years since she had found herself so uninhibited. Though she was just 24 years old, she was a wife, and a mother. If Beca did find herself drinking, it was nothing more than a glass of wine with dinner or a glass or two in the evening to unwind from a long day. Being in the club, she thought back to her wedding/honeymoon in Jamaica, which was the last time she could remember being this inebriated. Coincidently, that night had also been Stacie's idea. Beca was starting to sense a pattern.
She could feel the alcohol coursing its way through her system. Stacie and Beca had basically been drinking since the moment they stepped on that plane at LaGuardia nearly twenty four hours earlier. Beca paused momentarily, and thought back through the day. She really had been drinking non stop all day and took a moment to think about what she had ingested and wondered if she had eaten enough to absorb it all. There were the two mimosa's on the plane from LaGuardia to Laramie, the four Angry Orchard's at Hanks, the Cinnamon Toast Crunch shot at LAX, the two cosmopolitan's at the rooftop bar, and the SoCo and Ginger Ale she was currently having, along with the shot of Fireball. And now, it was all starting to hit her.
Beca pulled out her phone to check her messages, but there was nothing, just the time stamp informing her that it was 11:04pm. Clicking on her message icon anyway, she scrolled through. It had been three hours since he last messaged her, telling her that he was getting ready for bed and that he loved her.
Fuck, she missed him. After an entire day of non stop drinking and plane rides, Beca wanted Jesse in the worst possible way. They had just had sex on Monday morning after the discussion about her IUD removal, but she wanted him again.
Closing her eyes as she swayed to the music, she thought about how good he made her feel. She imagined his lips on hers and how his hands would feel as they roamed her body. She was desperate for drunken, messy, uncoordinated, intensely hot sex that left her screaming his name. Clearly parenthood, and life in general, had done little to suppress her libido. She was drunk, and horny, and Jesse was over 2,000 miles away.
Jesse shifted in the king sized bed and opened his eyes. The room was blanketed in darkness, illuminated only by the moonlight streaming in through the windows. Glancing over at the clock, he saw it was only 2am. Getting up to use the bathroom, he washed his hands and checked his phone before climbing back into bed. He had a missed call, a voicemail, and 2 text messages from Beca.
Sitting up, he hit play and listened to the message. He had to concentrate to hear her voice through the music in the background.
"Hey babe, it's me. Are you awake? It's gotta be like the middle of the night over there. Yeah, you're totally sleeping right now, that's cool. Just...call me, if you can. I really miss you. I love you Jesse."
She had only called a few minutes earlier, and he realized then that her phone call was more than likely what had woken him up. If it was 2am his time, that made it only 11 in LA. Judging by the background music from her voicemail, she was more than likely out at a bar somewhere. He opened her text message.
"Fuck, I'm so drunk right now. I know we just had sex before we left, but I'm dying, I need you inside me. But I'm drunk, and you're 2,000 miles away."
He was wide awake now. Quickly, he read her second message.
"Did I tell you I miss you? Because I do. I also really miss your mouth and all the talented things it can do. All I can think about right now is your hands on my breasts and your head in between my thighs. I miss the way you make me feel, the way you make me scream. Okay...that's all. Sleep well."
Jesse sat up in bed and stared at the message, eyes blinking, and his mouth open wide in shock.
Beca had been forward with him many times in the past. She initiated sex just as much as he did, and she was certainly not shy in telling him what she liked and what she needed. Whether she needed things rough, slow, a new position, his hands in a certain area, whatever it was, she let him know. After six years together, they were extremely comfortable around each other. Together they had shared deep levels of intimacy. They had seen the best of each other, and the worst of each other, and still woke up each morning a little more in love than they were the day before.
As tired as he was, he could feel the beginnings of an erection. Though Beca was fully capable of taking charge, Jesse had never gotten a text message like this from her. In the four years they had been married, they had been apart about a dozen times due to business, the only other times they were apart was when Beca and the girls took a vacation together every summer. Sure, during those times, he'd get a few suggestive messages, but nothing this explicit. He had to admit, it was a major turn on.
However, this trip in particular was different, Beca was sharing a room with Stacie. If she had been in search of some kind of relief, she was going to be hard pressed to get a moment alone.
Laying back down, he read over the text messages again and blew out a breath. The images of Beca pressed against their bed, gasping his name, her hands gripping his hair as she moaned, wrapping her legs around his head while rocking against his face assaulted his brain. He imagined getting her off two or three times before he climbed on top of her and watched her face as he slid inside of her wet, warm center and brought her to climax once more.
Fuck, he certainly wasn't going back to sleep after this. He immediately texted her.
"Holy shit. Where are you? Are you alone?"
It didn't take long for her to reply.
"Currently? I'm in a gay bar listening to 90's dance music and getting trashed. I can be alone though...give me 5 minutes ;)"
He went into his pictures as he waited for her to call, searching for the one picture he had seen so many times. Pulling it up, his eyes raked over it. Taken two years prior, the picture displayed Beca, posing naked in bed. Her flowing brown hair framed her face, her entire body exposed to him. It was the one and only picture she had ever allowed him to take of her naked, and it had helped him out on many business trips.
Beca's body was incredible, and pregnancy had done little to change that. Her breasts, Jesse's favorite part of her body, were soft, smooth, and perfectly sized. He thought about the way they felt in his hands, and how it was one of her most erogenous zones. Massaging her breasts always got her going. Her stomach, so perfectly flat and smooth, and devoid of any stretch marks. Her tiny waist, her luscious legs. She was perfect, and as always, he was amazed by her, every last inch of her.
Jesse glanced over at the clock, it was now 2:12 in the morning, six minutes after Beca said she would call him.
Fully erect and throbbing now, Beca was all he could think about. He was desperate for some relief. Surely she would call him any minute he continued to tell himself. But as 2:12 turned to 2:15 to 2:18, he became quite restless and downright uncomfortable. Picking up his phone, he called her, but after five rings, it went to voicemail.
Where was she? He had just texted with her fifteen minutes earlier. Her phone couldn't be dead, it would have gone straight to voicemail if it was. Staring up at the ceiling, with his dick standing straight up, he tried calling her again. On the third ring, there was an answer.
"Hello? Watch her head!"
Jesse sat up, slightly confused and feeling his dick deflate a little. "Stacie?"
"Yeah?" Stacie replied, as if her answering Beca's phone was a common occurance.
"Why do you have Beca's phone?"
He could hear people talking in the background, but the noise was softer, they were definitely out of the bar.
"The Beverly Hilton please." Stacie instructed before turning her attention back to Jesse. "Because I'm trying to get your passed out wife into a taxi so we can get back to the hotel. Wait...Jess, it's gotta be like 2:30 in the morning in New York, what the hell are you doing up right now?"
"That's besides the point, Beca's passed out?"
"You wanna do dinner tomorrow night? We'll be at the recording studio all day. Maybe 8 o'clock? Yeah, that sounds good!"
Jesse could tell Stacie was clearly distracted. "Stacie! Focus!"
"Right, sorry! We may or may not have been drinking all day. Sometimes I forget how tiny Beca is. But don't worry, I've got everything taken care of. I'll have her call you in the morning. Night Jesse!"
The call ended, and Jesse sat in bed, looking down at his massive hard on. Well, this was just great. It looked like the only thing in Jesse's immediate future was a cold ass shower.
Beca stirred in bed as her eyes began to open. It took her several seconds to adjust to her surroundings. A hotel room...right, they were in LA. She could hear the shower running and glanced over at the clock, it was 8am and luckily they weren't due at the recording studio until 11.
Her mouth was dry and her head was pounding. Any memory of the previous nights activities had been erased. The last clear image Beca could envision was leaving the rooftop bar. Had the night ended after that? It didn't seem likely, that would have made for an extremely early night.
She sat up in bed and looked down at her clothes. She wore a pair of gray yoga pants and one of her Bella's t-shirts. Her outfit from the night before was laying near her suitcase. Grabbing for her phone, she quickly opened her messages to see if it would help jog her memory any. She had sent Ashley a text at 8pm telling her she missed Alex, and hoped that everything was going well. Ashley in return sent Beca a picture of Alex fast asleep and snuggled up with one of Beca's t-shirts.
"She insisted on sleeping with it. Everything's going great, she went to bed around 9. Will call you tomorrow morning. Love you! xo"
There had also been a video Ashley had sent her at around 7:30. Alex was sitting on her lap in her pajamas, and Mike could be seen cooking breakfast in the background.
"Hi mommy! I miss you. Aunt Ashley says it's too early in California to call you, but you can call us when you wake up. Guess what mommy? I had no accidents last night! I miss you and I can't wait to see you. I promise I'm being a good girl. I love you! Bye!"
Alex's tiny face pressed into the screen as she kissed it, and Beca thought back to all those sweet, slobbery kisses Alex would give her as a baby. It reminded her once more to make that call to the OBGYN. A tear rolled down her cheek as the video and picture tugged at her heart strings. Beca missed Alex so much that it actually hurt. She missed the snuggles, her giggles, her asking eight million questions a day, her hugs, and her kisses. She knew that Ashley and Mike were taking wonderful care of Alex, but Beca was going to be thrilled when she returned home to her girl.
Going through her other messages, she checked to see if she had text Jesse at all.
Immediately, shock washed over her as her mouth dropped open at the sight of the texts she had sent him the night before.
"Holy shit!" She whispered harshly. Beca had no memory of being this extremely forward and could only imagine what had happened between them after the texts had been sent. It certainly wouldn't have been a big deal if they had had phone sex, they were married after all, but it would have been the first time it had happened. She immediately scrawled out a message.
To: That Weirdo
"Hey, good morning. Listen, SUPER important question for you. Umm...didwehavephonesexlastnight?"
Beca didn't have to wait for long for his response, though it certainly was not the response she was expecting. Opening up the text, all Jesse had sent back were three red angry faces.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" She asked herself. Unsure of what was going on, she got out of bed, walked out to the balcony, and called him.
"Hi there."
His tone was even. Not necessarily flat or angry, but not exactly warm and fuzzy.
"Uh, hi." Beca answered back, feeling completely lost.
"To answer your question, no, we didn't have phone sex. You had phone sex, I had a case of blue balls and a really cold shower."
Now she was even more confused than she was to begin with. Why the hell would Jesse have had blue balls?
"Dude what the hell happened last night? Cuz I'm like super lost right now." Beca informed Jesse, causing him to laugh.
"You sent me those texts Bec, then you told me you would call me in five minutes, then according to Stacie, you passed out."
Oh fuck. She couldn't have. Beca felt her stomach drop at the sound of his words, and guilt immediately washed over her knowing she got him all worked up and then left him high and dry.
"Babe, shit, I am so sorry!" She apologized, knowing that wasn't going to do much.
"Do you have any idea what it's like to have a hard on the size of Texas?" Jesse hissed. Beca paused.
"Well...no, not really."
Jesse sighed. "It's fine, I took care of it, but I would much rather have taken care of it with you on the phone."
Beca took a shaky breath as her stomach filled with butterflies. "I'm sorry, if it's any consolation, I miss you like crazy, and I owe you like...ten blow jobs."
"Bec, you don't owe me anything. It's fine." Jesse assured her.
"I promise I'll make it up to you when I get home. I'd tell you how, but then we'd be right back in the same situation." She explained, unable to erase the smile from her face.
"God, I miss you. I'm about to head into this meeting, but call me later. And please, be careful. I love you baby."
"I love you too, I'll play nicely today. I can't wait to see you. Bye babe."
Beca hung up the phone and made her way back into the hotel room as Stacie was coming out of the bathroom.
"She lives!" Stacie remarked as she dried her hair with a bath towel. Beca rolled her eyes.
"The last thing I remember is that Cosmopolitan. Eighteen year old me is so embarassed that twenty four year old me can't hold her liquor."
Stacie laughed. "I'm pretty sure my favorite part of the evening was when I was changing you into pajamas and as I went to take your pants off you told me to watch where I was putting my hands because you're a happily married woman. Good news for Jesse, he'll never have to worry about you drunk cheating."
Beca smirked, feeling completely confident. "Jesse never has to worry about me any kind of cheating."
Stacie informed Beca that breakfast was on the way up, and that they needed to leave by 10:15. Nodding, Beca grabbed her phone and a towel and headed into the bathroom.
"Oh! And we have reservations for massages at six, and dinner with Tony and Jose at Angelini Osteria at eight."
Beca paused and turned back around. "Tony and Jose?"
"From the gay bar." Stacie reminded her. "Super sweet guys, you'll love them."
Beca nodded awkwardly. "Sure. I look forward to meeting them...again."
Making her way into the bathroom, Beca brushed her teeth, and sat down on the edge of the tub to make her phone call.
"Thank you for calling New Haven Obstetrics, this is Janice, how may I help you?"
"Yes, hi, my name is Rebeca Mitchell-Swanson, I'm a patient of Dr. Ruckman's. I'm calling to schedule an appointment to have my IUD removed..."
Beca was beyond exhausted as she pulled through the drive thru of Dunkin Donuts for an iced coffee. Caffeine was a given if she was going to get through the rest of the night.
She was exhausted, but she had done it. Beca had signed another singer to their record label, and she was eager to put together what was sure to be an incredible album that would leave people star struck at the sound coming out of a fifteen year olds mouth. Beca wasn't one to be full of herself, but she knew she had done well. The trip out to Los Angeles had been worth getting Zoey.
After three days of recording, dinners out, massages, bars and shopping, Stacie and Beca's flight had taken off that morning 10 minutes ahead of schedule, at 11:55am and flew into Minneapolis for an hour layover, giving the girls just enough time to use the bathroom, freshen up, and get on their connecting flight. After all was said and done, the girls walked out of LaGuardia Airport at 9:15 that night. With a forty minute drive back to Stacie's to pick up her car, and a thirty minute drive home, it was nearing 11 o'clock.
She had done nothing but travel the entire day, and while part of her was desperate for sleep, her hormones had other plans. She knew Jesse would have understood if she said she was tired, and would never dream of pushing her to have sex if it wasn't what she wanted in the moment, but it had been five days, she at least needed one round to take the edge off.
The streets were empty on the warm Saturday night in late June, and Beca made it home in record time as thoughts of being reunited with Jesse swirled through her head and she mustered up what little energy she had left in her.
Beca pulled into the driveway, and put the BMW in park. Finishing off the iced coffee, she put it back in the cup holder, unbuckled her seatbelt, and looked down at her outfit. Wearing a Chambray dress shirt, and a pair of black leggings with sandals, Beca stripped out of her thong and leggings, pulling both pieces of fabric down her freshly shaven legs. She was wasting no time tonight.
Beca grabbed her luggage, locked up the car, and made her way inside the warm and inviting home.
"Jess? Babe, I'm home..."
