Highway Song: A Smokey's Roadhouse Novel (43 page)

My silk dress was champagne colored
—
the better, he said, to show off my hair, which recently had been dyed back to its natural chestnut, or as nearly as I remembered. The dress wasn
’
t a typical bridal gown. Short, close-fitting, and with a neckline that required a push-up bra to give me the cleavage to do it justice, it was designed to put a man in the mood for sin. I loved it.

I especially loved the way Rex devoured me with his eyes, a promise to peel me out of it on his lips when he kissed my temple and declared me the most beautiful bride he
’
d ever seen. He waved away my teasing question about the number of times he
’
d had the opportunity to see a bride.

He
’
d made all the arrangements, and I was touched that he decided to go with early evening so we could have some of the trappings of a more traditional wedding. Axel and Cole and our one other guest, Mark, even threw rice at us as we exited the chapel. I laughingly informed them that the fertility ritual was a bit late. After that, we dined in the most elegant restaurant in Las Vegas, shared an exquisite miniature wedding cake, and then went dancing.

After a respectable simulation of a wedding reception, he said something to the other men that made them disappear, and led me to the elevators for a swift ride to the bridal suite in the penthouse. At the door, he picked me up and stepped across the threshold.

I had eyes only for my handsome husband, but when he set me down, I caught my breath in wonder to see every surface of the sitting room holding a beautiful arrangement of roses, lilies, and other white flowers. It looked like a moonlit garden in the candlelight he
’
d thoughtfully arranged.

“
Oh, Rex, this is the most beautiful thing I
’
ve ever seen.
”

“
You
are the most beautiful thing
I
’
ve
ever seen,
”
he replied.
“
And you
’
ll be even more beautiful when I get you out of that dress.
”

With that, he took my hand and led me into the separate bedroom, where more flowers and more candlelight waited. Not to mention an enormous bed made up in luxurious-looking sheets and pillows. I turned to him to say again how beautiful everything was, but he stopped my words by taking my mouth urgently with his.

I lost myself in the kiss as he gently removed every stitch of my clothing except the wisp of fabric I
’
d chosen for panties that morning. That he left, kissing me through it until I was dizzy. Then he picked me up and placed me on the bed, where I watched as he took off his own clothes.

When the last stitch came off him, his cock stood proudly at attention, and I couldn
’
t take my eyes off it.
“
Come here,
”
I demanded.

“
Let
’
s get something straight right now,
”
he said, a mock frown warring with a cocky grin.
“
I
’
m the man here, and I
’
ll make the demands. As my wife, it
’
s your duty to fulfill them.
”

“
Oh, really? Well, I can see something that
’
s straight already, and I want to taste it.
”

“
Lucky for you, that was gonna be my first demand,
”
he said, throwing himself on the bed. As he gathered me in his arms, he muttered,
“
God, I love you,
”
before kissing me again.

His kisses were tender, but passionate. And thorough. Very thorough. When he
’
d plundered my mouth until I gasped for breath, he kissed his way down to my breasts and teased each nipple with flicks of his tongue, before drawing one into his mouth to suck. They were super-sensitive, a side-effect of my pregnancy, so the feel of his tongue exploring was euphoric. He moved from one to the other, lightly pinching whichever nipple wasn
’
t in his mouth, until my body arched in ecstasy.

Then his lips were moving over my ribs, stomach, and abdomen. When he finally touched my pussy, I was dripping for him, nearly wild with the need to feel those magical lips on my clit and his fingers inside me. He didn
’
t disappoint me.

“
That
’
s it, sugar, spread those legs. Mmmmm, sweet, sweet pussy.
”
His murmurings, punctuated by flicks of his tongue made me pulse with rapture. I writhed under his attention, all ability to direct or control what I wanted from him fleeing from my consciousness as he pursed his lips around my throbbing clit and sucked. With his lips still pressed against my most sensitive flesh, he murmured,
“
Come for me sugar. Give it to me.
”
Another stroke of his tongue, and I shattered.

Waves of gray clouds rolled behind my eyelids as I savored the last aftershock of my orgasm, and as they cleared, I opened my eyes to find his face millimeters from mine, a look of pride and wonder in his eyes.

“
I could watch you come all day, every day, for the rest of my life,
”
he said.

“
Oh, my God, Rex. That was
…
Oh, my God.
”

“
A pleasure to serve you, ma
’
am,
”
he quipped, the mischief back in his tone as he grinned at me.

“
My turn.
”

“
I thought that was your turn.
”
He tried for an innocent expression, but laughed.

“
I seem to remember something about my wifely duty,
”
I said, fluttering my eyelashes and pretending to be coy.
“
I
’
m ready, no matter how unpleasant it will be.
”
I flopped back on the pillows and lay in a rigid pose, but I couldn
’
t maintain a straight face.

“
You little minx. I know you.
”
He rolled over, pinning me to the bed and kissing me breathless again.
“
These lips are mine,
”
he said. He traced them with his finger, and then with his tongue.
“
I have a good mind to fuck them, just because I can.
”

“
I thought you
’
d never ask,
”
I said. I remembered the first time I
’
d deep-throated him. He was so hesitant to take advantage of me, and then I
’
d blown his mind with my technique. How glad I was that I knew how to do it, now that the man I loved was mine forever. I pushed him off of me and flipped over onto my hands and knees.
“
Enjoy, baby.
”

“
Fuck,
”
he whispered in return, as I slid my lips over him and sucked his shaft in until his length could feel my throat muscles working.
“
Ah, fuck, that
’
s
…
ahhhhhh!
”

He began pumping his hips, and I matched my movements to his.
“
Oh, baby, that
’
s fucking amazing,
”
he ground out. After a few minutes, I felt his entire body begin to tense. At the last minute, I pulled away, and scrambled to replace my mouth with my pussy.

His eyes flew open as I settled onto his cock, just in time to feel the warmth of his come flood my channel. He grabbed my hips and lifted his to grind into me, and I clamped down hard with my inner muscles, milking his last few pulses to trigger my orgasm again.

“
I love you, Rex,
”
I managed, before collapsing into his waiting arms and onto his chest.

“
You do a damn good job of it, too, wife,
”
I heard him say, before sleep took me.

EPILOGUE
 

Rex

I
grinned at Amy as we waited backstage. She wouldn
’
t be running onstage with the band, because she hadn
’
t been up to running for a few months now. I
’
d always known she
’
d be more beautiful if she
’
d gain a little weight. I didn
’
t intend it to be all right in front like a beach ball, but I
’
d take it. And I was right
—
she
’
d never been more beautiful than she was tonight, heavy with my baby.

In a few minutes, I
’
d walk her sedately to her microphone, make sure her stool was right where she needed it if she got tired of standing. Tonight at the hotel, I
’
d rub her feet and spend a little time communing with my little guy with my hands on her belly, talking to him so he
’
d know daddy
’
s voice when he made his entrance to the world.

I still thought she was sexy as midnight sin, and after I talked to our baby, I
’
d make love to my gorgeous wife. I
’
d been amazed at how much she wanted it, after she stopped puking every few hours. Seeing her naked in the mirror, her belly and the amazing tits she
’
d developed swaying from side to side as I fucked her from behind, made it hard for me to hold back and give her everything she needed, but she assured me I did. I couldn
’
t wait to get her alone and in bed, every damn night.

Tonight was the last night of our tour, and the last tour for a while. Amy was taking maternity leave for a year, and we couldn
’
t tour without her. These days our fans were a mix of middle-aged blue collar workers and slightly younger women who were still enthralled by our love story. The label had made good use of the trend that shot us to the top of the charts on the strength of our Facebook fans buying everything we put out as fast as it was released. And it continued even after the step-siblings thing had run its course and the news of our elopement to Las Vegas with the band in tow was stale.

We never did pick up a permanent drummer or rhythm guitarist. The four of us were the band, and studio musicians filled in for other parts, including keyboards and a couple of backup singers for the second tour. Axel had a brief fling with both of them, but the drama when he got tired of them convinced him to stick with one-night stands with groupies, like always before. Cole stuck with groupies for a different reason. He was too shy, or too lazy, or too something to make an effort, so he went with the easy way, which was to let them swarm all over him and take home the one who won the fight.

I didn
’
t know much about being a husband, and even less about being a father. I hadn
’
t had the opportunity to observe a good role model for the former and I
’
d never had the latter. I knew one thing I
’
d teach my kid though, and that was to always respect and cherish women, and never, ever hit one.

That meant Axel and Cole were going to have to clean up their act before little Thomas, named for the T in T. Booker Jameson
’
s name, noticed what went on backstage on tour. Because neither his mommy nor his daddy were ever going to let him be raised by someone else. He
’
d be with us all the way.

Amy and I had one more trip to make before he was born. She
’
d promised Smokey a visit, and we wanted to have one more look at the ramshackle old bar where it all started. Smokey
’
s Roadhouse. Who knew a place like that would be the beginning of an epic love story?

We had a gift for Smokey, too. Two of the guys who
’
d signed on for security for the tour were Harley fanatics. We thought they might be a good addition to his club, if he agreed. They would accompany us there, and maybe stay, if they liked the area. It just so happened they were both ex-Marines. And they hated meth-heads.