Chapter 4
Jesse
We get to the room and Lucy heads to the bedroom.
“We do not want to be disturbed under any circumstances. Well, unless the building is on fire, but really, we’re on the top floor so it wouldn’t really matter, would it?” I pause. I fucking sound like Xander right now. God, I’m tired.
“Yes, Sir. We have your ‘Do Not Disturb’ order unless otherwise requested. Would you like the bags in the bedroom?” This poor bellhop or whatever the hell they call them, putting up with the demands. He’s a good kid, though. He’s not even making a big deal about who I am or who Lucy is.
“Here’s just fine. Hey, man, thanks for handling all our shit.” I slip him a C-note. Just the softness of his voice earned half that.
“Wow, thank you, Sir. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to call down.”
With that, he leaves the room and I lock the door. I head to the bedroom where Lucy’s lying flat on her back, feet dangling off the end of the bed.
“You collapsed into the cushiony goodness without me,” I berate.
“Jesse,” she whispers.
“Huh?” I grunt as I collapse next to her.
“Do you hear that?”
I pause. “What?”
“Nothing. Oh, dear God in Heaven, nothing!”
“I’d laugh but I’m too tired. Would you be disappointed if we took a nap before I fuck you ‘till you scream?”
“Not even one little bit. Don’t think of waking me either. I’m sleeping until I can’t anymore,” she warns me with a finger point.
I whistle. “That finger point is serious business.”
“You bet it is.”
“You’re so cute when you’re feisty,” I admire.
“I’m too tired to be feisty. I’m too tired to worry about anything so I’m just getting naked and crawling into this big, wonderful, soft, cushiony bed and sleeping. I’m not even sorry about the snoring about to happen.”
I do chuckle at that. “I’m not sorry either.”
“I think a freight train could come through here and I wouldn’t wake up. I know there are no kids here to listen for. I haven’t had a solid night’s sleep since the babies were born. That’s almost three years, Jesse. No wonder I’m so pale and have circles under my eyes. Having kids has made me old and ugly,” she complains.
“Nah. You’re as gorgeous as you ever were. You see these dark circles?” I point to my eyes. “You saw the gray hair I pulled out yesterday. A gray hair. Luce, I’m barely thirty and I’m getting gray hair.”
“Darling, you’re as hot and sexy as ever,” Lucy murmurs as she slides under the covers. She hands me a sleep mask. It’s pink.
“What the fuck? It’s pink.”
“Who fucking cares, Jesse. Get naked, put it on, and let’s get some sleep. Your gray hair and manliness can be discussed later. Oh my, this feels so good,” she lets out a moan.
“Damn it. I’m jealous. You’re already in there.” I strip as quickly as I can to my boxer briefs and climb in beside her. “This is what I’m talking about.” I slip the sleep mask on to block out the light. “No pictures with this thing on.” I give her a look.
She smirks with her eyes closed. “No way. No Xananigans here.”
“Thank fuck.”
That’s the last thing either of us says. We both crash out within minutes.
