“I’ll be careful,” promised Jake. “Now, I’d better get those kids home for dinner. Where have you hidden my missing ladies, Grey?”
“In the basement. Come on through.”
In a stark contrast to the messy yard, Grey’s basement was pristine. The space was divided into two clear halves. One half was dedicated to his tools and workbench; the other half was his music haven. It had been years since Jake had last been in the basement and he smiled when he spotted all the band’s tour posters framed and hung around the walls. While Grey fetched the two guitars, Jake enjoyed a trip down memory lane as he studied the older posters.
“Where did you find the Surfside one?” he asked as Grey handed him the guitar cases. “That show was the start, wasn’t it? First time Maddy saw us play live.”
“I always keep one or two,” confessed Grey, gazing up at the framed poster. “Wasn’t that the first show Lori was at too?”
Jake nodded, “Seems like a lifetime ago now. Ever wish we could go back to that? Small shows? Local shows instead of all the travelling and soulless arenas?”
“Sometimes,” admitted the band’s bass player. “I don’t miss playing all those damn weddings though!”
With a laugh, Jake had to agree with him.
“I’m looking forward to a long summer of no shows, no itineraries, freedom to eat and sleep when we want to and of actually getting to sleep with my wife.”
“Same here. Three or four months with my girls,” Grey agreed with a grin. “Would be great if we could stretch this out till the end of the year.”
“Would be a miracle!” conceded Jake wearily. “Right, I’d best make a move. Need to get the kids home. Hoping we can have an early dinner then get them to bed early too.”
“Same here,” sighed Grey. “Never seems to happen though.”
“And you wouldn’t have it any other way,” observed Jake.
In the dark, Jake could hear the waves crashing in on the shore as he sat at the picnic table. They’d eaten dinner outside as a family then he’d played on the beach with the kids as the sun set before Lori called out that it was time for bed. Without argument, both Melody and Jesse had obeyed their mother. With a smile, Jake watched them follow her indoors then, a few minutes later, Melody reappeared to ask him if he’d still be there when she woke up. Hugging her tight, Jake had promised he’d be home all summer.
Beside him sat the empty mug that had contained his hot honey water and Jake sighed as he felt his throat tight and scratchy. Although he had no desire to sing, a voice deep inside him was wondering if he had pushed his luck too far. Mentally, he made a note to minimise the amount he talked for the next few days.
“Both sound asleep,” said Lori softly as she stepped out onto the candlelit sun deck. “Think you wore them out.”
“More like they wore me out,” he said, accepting the beer that she’d brought out with her.
With a mischievous giggle, Lori commented, “I hope they haven’t worn you out too much, rock star.”
“Come here, li’l lady.”
Gently, he pulled her into his lap and drew her close. With a contented sigh, Lori rested her head on his shoulder and whispered, “I’ve missed you.”
“Me too. That bunk was getting pretty lonely.”
“So was our bed.”
“Touché,” he commented.
Tenderly, he began to kiss her, relishing in the taste of her. Lori’s lips parted and he felt the tip of her tongue run along the inside of his upper lip. Their kisses grew more urgent and demanding. Caressing Lori’s slender neck with light feathery kisses, Jake felt his erection straining against his tightfitting jeans.
“I want to make love to you,” he whispered as he nibbled her earlobe. “Right here. Now.”
“Here?” echoed Lori, gazing into his hazel eyes with a smile.
“Well, we could move to the sun lounger.”
Before she could reply, Jake scooped his wife up into his arms, carried her across the deck and laid her down on the nearest lounger. Without hesitation, he straddled her and slowly slid her long cotton sundress up over her tanned thighs. He barely noticed the scarring to her thigh as he ran his hands up to reach the thin waistband of her simple white cotton panties. Swiftly, he slid them down, pausing to kiss her knees then her ankles and finally her toes as he removed them and tossed them onto the deck. Without taking his eyes off her, Jake repositioned himself and slowly ran his tongue over her hips and along her C-section scar. Beneath him, Lori wriggled as his caresses tickled. Still staring into her bright blue eyes, he slipped his fingers between her legs, finding her moist and ready. His long slender fingers slid inside her and began to stroke her in a slow sensuous rhythm. A low purr-like moan escaped from her lips as she responded to the intimate massage.
“Make love to me,” she purred into his ear.
“Patience, li’l lady,” he murmured, his voice soft and husky.
His fingers moved deeper increasing the tempo of their movements. Teasing her to the point of orgasm was something Jake had fantasised about many times in that dark lonely tour bus bunk. Just as she was on the precipice of losing control, he slipped his fingers from her. Fumbling with the button fly on his jeans, he finally managed to get his hand to his hard dick. With little hesitation, he moved over her and thrust deep inside, his strokes immediately hard, fast and urgent. An ecstasy filled moan escaped from Lori’s lips as Jake continued to thrust deep into her depths. Just as he felt his
