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with us.”
“You asshole,” I tell him, moving my legs around his waist.
“ The thing is, beso, who I slept with before you came along, and who you slept with before me… none of that shit matters because this thing that we’ve got going on… it’s not the same. This,” he pauses to raise his eyebrows at me, “is not something we have ever had or will ever have without each other. So all those sorry fuckers in our past… they’re forgotten. They’re nothing. They were never anything.”
I suck in a long, heavy breath because he’s so right and that truth is overwhelming sometimes. “We were never us until we had each other,” I tell him.
“Exactly. Nothing started until us.”
“All that other shit is non-existent.”
“Like it never fucking happened.”
“I’m sorry,” I tell him, removing one of my hands that he has pinned so I can reach out to touch his lips. “That I’m such a jealous bitch.”
“Woman, I swear to g od, I didn’t think you had it in you. It’s good to see you on your toes; thinking someone could take me from you. You never give me that. I mean, fuck, I’m a psychotic lunatic every time a guy looks your way, but I got groupies showing me their tits and you don’t flinch. I like it. I like that you don’t want me with anyone but you.”
“You’re so blind, Pax. I flinch all day, every day. I hear women telling you they love you every time we go out in public. It’s not cool.”
He smiles at me and sits up, running his fingers under the bottom of my shirt. “I like it when you put my clothes on.”
“ Oh my god, I know exactly what you are going to say next,” I tell him laughing.
“Oh yea h? Well then just do it so I don’t have to say it.”
I reach down and pull his t-shirt off me.
“Yeah… way better when you take my clothes off,” he says, running his hands over my breasts.
“You just couldn’t resist.”
“It was such a good line, beso.”
“You’re full of good lines.”
“They’re all true.”
“I know they are. I love you, Pax.”
“Everyone does,” he tells me.
“Jesus, that’s the truth,” I mutter.
“So you’re lucky, beso, because you… are the only one I love.”
“Holy shit Pax, you’re on a roll. You should take your hands off my tits and pick up your guitar. This shit is golden – platinum, actually.”
“If there is one thing I love more than making music with my guitar, it’s making sweet music with you,” he tells me in a deliberately sexy voice.
“Jesus, you have to shut up,” I tell him through my laughter.
“Put something in my mouth then, kid, and make me.”
“Hmmm, where to start…” I muse, pulling his mouth down to mine.
Chapter 5 - Paxton
It’s mornings like this when I gotta get up before Jessa and leave her arms that I’m opposed to this new life we’re living. The one where I gotta do shit beyond be with her. And after last night’s run in with Stella, I want to leave her less than ever.
That was a fucking trip, watching that bitch walk through the door. I guess I should have expected it. Word got back to wherever she’s been creeping around that the band is back together and she wants back in. I almost want to talk to her just to hear what that sorry motherfucker Vincent is up to. I’m guessing shit ain’t going so stellar for him seeing how she’s trying to crawl back into my arms. Which is why she’s here. I know her game too well. She’s a climber and whatever small steps I’ve taken performing a few gigs apparently puts me above wherever Vincent is and I shouldn’t give a shit but if that asshole is suffering then, yeah… it makes me smile.
I just hope she gets the hell out of town like yesterday because I don’t like what her, in my space, does to Jessa. But she’s not a quitter. She will keep showing her face until she finds some other fool to leach onto. But hell, Jess knows it all now. There is nothing left to tell. Fucking strange .
“You asshole,” I tell him, moving my legs around his waist.
“ The thing is, beso, who I slept with before you came along, and who you slept with before me… none of that shit matters because this thing that we’ve got going on… it’s not the same. This,” he pauses to raise his eyebrows at me, “is not something we have ever had or will ever have without each other. So all those sorry fuckers in our past… they’re forgotten. They’re nothing. They were never anything.”
I suck in a long, heavy breath because he’s so right and that truth is overwhelming sometimes. “We were never us until we had each other,” I tell him.
“Exactly. Nothing started until us.”
“All that other shit is non-existent.”
“Like it never fucking happened.”
“I’m sorry,” I tell him, removing one of my hands that he has pinned so I can reach out to touch his lips. “That I’m such a jealous bitch.”
“Woman, I swear to g od, I didn’t think you had it in you. It’s good to see you on your toes; thinking someone could take me from you. You never give me that. I mean, fuck, I’m a psychotic lunatic every time a guy looks your way, but I got groupies showing me their tits and you don’t flinch. I like it. I like that you don’t want me with anyone but you.”
“You’re so blind, Pax. I flinch all day, every day. I hear women telling you they love you every time we go out in public. It’s not cool.”
He smiles at me and sits up, running his fingers under the bottom of my shirt. “I like it when you put my clothes on.”
“ Oh my god, I know exactly what you are going to say next,” I tell him laughing.
“Oh yea h? Well then just do it so I don’t have to say it.”
I reach down and pull his t-shirt off me.
“Yeah… way better when you take my clothes off,” he says, running his hands over my breasts.
“You just couldn’t resist.”
“It was such a good line, beso.”
“You’re full of good lines.”
“They’re all true.”
“I know they are. I love you, Pax.”
“Everyone does,” he tells me.
“Jesus, that’s the truth,” I mutter.
“So you’re lucky, beso, because you… are the only one I love.”
“Holy shit Pax, you’re on a roll. You should take your hands off my tits and pick up your guitar. This shit is golden – platinum, actually.”
“If there is one thing I love more than making music with my guitar, it’s making sweet music with you,” he tells me in a deliberately sexy voice.
“Jesus, you have to shut up,” I tell him through my laughter.
“Put something in my mouth then, kid, and make me.”
“Hmmm, where to start…” I muse, pulling his mouth down to mine.
Chapter 5 - Paxton
It’s mornings like this when I gotta get up before Jessa and leave her arms that I’m opposed to this new life we’re living. The one where I gotta do shit beyond be with her. And after last night’s run in with Stella, I want to leave her less than ever.
That was a fucking trip, watching that bitch walk through the door. I guess I should have expected it. Word got back to wherever she’s been creeping around that the band is back together and she wants back in. I almost want to talk to her just to hear what that sorry motherfucker Vincent is up to. I’m guessing shit ain’t going so stellar for him seeing how she’s trying to crawl back into my arms. Which is why she’s here. I know her game too well. She’s a climber and whatever small steps I’ve taken performing a few gigs apparently puts me above wherever Vincent is and I shouldn’t give a shit but if that asshole is suffering then, yeah… it makes me smile.
I just hope she gets the hell out of town like yesterday because I don’t like what her, in my space, does to Jessa. But she’s not a quitter. She will keep showing her face until she finds some other fool to leach onto. But hell, Jess knows it all now. There is nothing left to tell. Fucking strange .
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