“I liked the part about how you fell in love with us all at once,” said Rory.
“Well,” said Cole. “She fell for lawyer man first, but I guess you can’t blame her.”
“Gee, thanks,” I said.
Jersey whipped out his phone and dialed.
“What are you doing,” I said.
“I’m calling a limo,” he said.
“Right. We should get Jacy home,” I said. Disappointment hollowed a hole in my gut. What would she do now?
“I agree,” said Jersey. “I hope you’ll allow all of us to take you there.”
Jacine sighed as if it was the least she could do. “Okay.”
So we dressed and climbed into the limo when it came. She settled in between Rory and me, while Cole book ended me. Jersey spoke to the driver directly before settling beside Rory. It didn't escape me that Cole and Jersey kept as much distance between them as possible. Lingering resentments maybe?
The limo took off just as the sun rose behind the Hollywood Hills and I couldn’t keep my hands off Jacine. Neither could Rory.
“Please,” pleaded Jacine.
“What? No farewell tour?” said Jersey. The fucker knelt on the floor between Jacine’s legs and removed her shoes and kissed, then sucked on her feet.
“I didn’t know you had a foot fetish, Dys,” said Cole.
Jersey looked up with a wild gleam in his eye.
"Don't hate, man. She has two feet. I can share."
“You damn well better.”
Soon two rock stars knelt the floor licking and sucking her feet. Jacine made little noises and then moaned. Rory squeezed her breast and then unbuttoned her shirt and pulled down her bra and sucked on her hardened nipples. It was too much for me, and I took her mouth with abandon. My hand slid to that sweet spot between her legs, and soon she was bucking and thrashing under it. Her head fell and back, and before I could connect with her again, she uttered her ecstasy in one loud moan. Her head fell against my shoulder.
“Oh god, please stop,” she pleaded.
Dys mumbled something in her muff, and she gasped again.
But the limo stopped, and if I Jacine didn't steal my attention, I would have noticed we were not heading toward Franklin's house.
The limo drew up into a long landscaped driveway and then a circular drive in front of a house faced with two stories of glass windows revealing a spiral staircase. Two extensions of the house faced with pillared porticos bracketed the tall section, and more wide windows sat in the two stories. We exited the limo and stared at it.
“What’s this?” said Jacine.
"I bought it," said Jersey. He pulled a flyer from his jacket. "Two-story glass wall boasts natural light upon the spiraling staircase and entryway. Dark custom wood floors throughout give depth to every room against the light white walls and high ceilings. Six bedrooms, seven bathrooms, step down formal living room, lavish formal dining room complete with dramatic wall-of-wine, private office. Features a freshly remodeled chef's kitchen complete with a glass framed breakfast nook looking out upon the outdoor grounds. Master suite with newly renovated bathroom, dry sauna, large his/hers walk-in closets. Basement level with two bedrooms, a movie theater, and a temperature-controlled wine room. Includes the pool, jacuzzi, outdoor dining/entertaining space, pizza oven, full bar, outdoor bathroom, and putting green." He looked at me. "The last is for you, Tobias."
“Gee, thanks.”
"It's only six bedrooms, but it gives us each our own space, and there is a guesthouse in back we can convert into a studio. It's a good starter home."
“Starter home?” said Jacine with her eyes wide.
“We’ll talk about that later. But if we need a larger space, we can all chip in and get it. Or we can build. There’s land here, which is a precious commodity in the Hollywood Hills.”
“This must have cost a fortune.”
“I have two or three fortunes, but if it helps me get the family I want, no problem parting with one.”
