Sam came to visit Dallas with me this week and I think she's having a good time, but there's only one way to know. We grab our clothes for bed and head for the shower, the question swirling around in my brain. "What do think of Dallas and his family?"
"They're nice people and have big hearts."
"Would it be ok to bring the kids next time?"
"Let me think about it after I get to know them better."
I turn the shower on and strip, watching her more than what I'm doing. "Would you consider moving out here?" Whoa! Where the fuck did that come from? Why did I just say that? What is wrong with me today? I told Dallas earlier while Joslyn and her were cooing over pictures that I can see myself having two or three children with Sam. There is absolutely no filter between my brain and mouth present today, not even an inkling of one.
"Eh, I dunno, Josh," she replies honestly, her face scrunched in her 'huh?' way.
"That's okay, think about it."
We shower, kisses leading to touching and there's not much left to the imagination at this point, but she has talked to her girlfriends today. The oddest one I tried like hell to decipher was the one to her friend Bekah, all of that call had been in some weird ass code.
She takes my hands and leads me to the opposite end of the shower, pinning her back to the wall with my ass toward the frosted glass. She snakes one hand into my hair, gripping what little hair I do have and telling me she wants it now wordlessly. Her leg hitches up, confirming my suspicion and I get hard instantly.
"Hey, JC!" Dallas calls out, probably having already knocked on the door.
I drop my head to her shoulder and let out a frustrated huff of air. "Yeah, man? I'm in the show-er," I respond, heavy emphasis on the last word.
"Wh-? Oh! See you on the flip side!"
I hear the door click shut and kiss her harshly, pinning her hips to the wall. "Sorry about that," I say between kisses and moans.
"Don't care, kids have more awkward timing," she tersely retorts and I recall our mid-act interruptions for a drink or to help one of them fall asleep, giving out a quick chuckle.
I start what I had been doing over again, her praises coming in moans and tugs of my hair as she pulls me closer. "Like this?" I whisper.
"Unh, yeah," is her response because she's breathing heavily, too worked up to say another word.
It's always something I shoot for with her, maybe I can explain it better later. "Let's get out of the shower, hmm?"
She groans, telling me she doesn't want to. We turn the water off and get out, I help her exit the stall. Immediately after, I kiss her. Doing that makes it easier for me to direct her to the wall and pin her, kissing and biting her neck again. "Thought you said we'd get out of the shower?" she questions, holding back just enough to force the words out and I know she's wanting me in her as she begins stroking me.
"I did say that, but I never said where to." I bite the curve between her neck and shoulder, earning myself a moaned 'unfair'. "Who said I was fair when it comes to this?"
I slip my arm between her legs and lift her right leg, stretching the muscles along the back of it. "I don't think-" she begins arguing, stopping when I slide myself inside. Her heart begins to race and her breath is catching as her orgasm approaches, quickly this time. Might be the change of scenery, but her arms wrap around me as she gets closer to her release and it causes my train of thought to crash. I hurriedly pick her up and take a step toward her, pinning her to the wall with both feet off the floor and placing kisses and biting her as she becomes slightly more vocal than she was a few minutes before. My need to feel her get off is so strong that I feel myself begin to make the same climb, her walls beginning to clamp down on my dick. I feel her arms wrap around my neck, her lips pressing to the side of it and the vibrations from her vocalizations bring me closer, faster than before. I have to hold myself up by putting my hands flat on the wall, my body and the thrusts keep her in place. I feel her move her head slightly and bite my shoulder in perfect harmony with her thigh muscles tightening in response to an earth shattering, energy draining explosion that causes her pink walls to become tighter than I've ever experienced which causes me to release inside her as her juices flow freely and I begin to feel our bodies' becoming slick with sweat. "Fuck," she barely whispers, having close to no energy left and I realize her body is shaking worse than mine.
"Holy shit. That's new."
Her head drops back against the wall and our eyes meet. I see tiny flecks of jade green, honey and dark blue in her irises. "Again," she tells me.
"What?!" I laugh, praying she's not one bit serious.
"We have to do it again, we've never experienced this exactly that way before," she breathes, still catching her breath and the flecks slowly fade out to reveal her dark sky blues.
"Not tonight," I tell her, placing a kiss on her lips to persuade her.
She taps my arm and I let her feet touch the cool tiles, completely contrasting how much our bodies feel like they're on fire. She begins to slide down the wall, so I wrap my arm around her back to hold her up and guide her to the bed, knowing she's going to get up after a nap to shower. After the second shower, she should sleep until I wake up. "No, shower first," she tells me as I lead her to the door.
"Are you sure? Neither one of us have the strength to make it to bed," I argue.
"Unless you wanna go again, shower first," she explains. I kiss her lips and climb back in the shower, my cell phone ringing. I ignore it and finish what I'm doing, dropping it into one of my pajama pants pockets and hers into the other once we're dressed for bed.
She's a size 5 now and it blows my mind how she dropped 10 pants sizes in the time I've known her, I had expected it due to training with her cousins and just barely finding out that Leslie had died almost 3 months before she had been informed. She was mad, confused and emotionally torn up after she had spent a weekend with the cousins she's gotten so close to while she got to know Leslie through videos, letters, pictures, emails, tweets and any other way they could think of. Hell, Mike had even brought baby Alyssa out to meet her that weekend and all she could do once she had her little body in her arms was cry, telling her what a good person her mom had been and how good she will be. She came back even more determined to be a better mom than she has been, taking less and less time for herself. Nick said something and pretty much forced her to come, setting up who will take care of which child.
Once our phones are plugged in, I check mine and see it was Dallas. To quiet my curiosity, I listen to the voice mail. "Sorry about earlier. Drop me a text to let me know if any of the tracks are for your new album," his voice rings in my ear and I smile, looking at one of my four muses. I delete it and text him, 'Most of them are for the new one, now that I have my inspirations and I don't think I'm stoppable now.'
I climb into bed and spoon her, kissing the back of her neck. "Thank you, mystery álainn."
"Love you, producer man."
"I love you, too."
Over the next few days, Dallas and I worked feverously on recording the tracks for the new album. All that's left is to perfect them and I'm shocked to not only have a whole album worth of material, but also know that the woman I love has bonded to one of my closest friend's wife. Joslyn and Sam have become undeniably close in the past week and I hate to break them apart, but we have to go home in three days. I had sampled my songs to radio stations in Boston, Orlando, Atlanta and LA to see what the fan base is like. I have to admit that she did have some say in the making of this album and she wrote one song on here, going by Leilani Carter. That name stems from our daughter's middle name and Nick's last name.
"I have to admit that her taste in music is good, this should be a smash hit. How about a name for it?"
"I don't know," I say, chewing on my lip subconsciously.
"How would you describe your life now?"
"It's a world of new chaos." After a few moments, I grasp what he had been saying. "I say 'New Chaos'."
It's been six months since I released 'New Chaos' and it's just like the beginning of Justin's solo career, thanks to new songs and different music. I've begun tour rehearsals, MTV, Jive and VH1 backing the funds. Romiro from Jam'n 94.5 in Boston will join me throughout the tour, meaning Sam and the kids will be on it as well and the kids are going to have tutors for their schooling because this is a two year tour, if not longer.
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This story is part of the series, Crossroads Of Love & Chaos. The next story in the series is Something New Brings About New Chaos.
This story is part of the series, Crossroads Of Love & Chaos. The next story in the series is Something New Brings About New Chaos.
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