Her Rock Star Friends, page 12
“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.”
Jacine stared at Jersey in wonder.
“The family you want?” she repeated.
"Jacine. We told you we aren't interested in a romp. We want forever. But we understand you have reservations, so a starter home is appropriate."
“This is genius, Dys,” said Rory.
“Until now,” said Cole, “I didn’t realize how devious you were. I’d marry you if you bought a house like this for me.”
“Thanks, asshole. It is for all of us, that is if Jacine says yes.”
Jacine stared at Jersey for a few long seconds and then glanced at each of us. She opened her mouth to speak.
A phone’s ringtone broke the silence first, and we all scrambled to see if it was ours. It turned out to be Jacine’s.
“Hi, dad,” she said brightly. “Yeah, sure, I’m fine. The concert was a huge hit. We’ve been celebrating.” She stopped talking and listened.
“When will I be home? Well, that’s the thing. I am home. It just won’t be with you anymore.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Jacine
When I climbed out of bed on Saturday, it surprised me to see all four of my guys sitting at the kitchen table of the house we had moved into two weeks ago. This was not supposed to happen. Cole and his band Arcane was supposed to be at a charity concert in Tucson, while Jersey was supposed to be in Las Vegas. Only Tobias and Rory were supposed to be home. Or did I get the dates mixed up? When you live with four men, it’s easy to mix things up. In more than one way.
Plus the expressions on all four handsome faces said they pondered consequential ideas. Trust me when I say, you do not want four men to think seriously about any single subject for too long. You’re apt to get some unusual ideas.
Or at least something that requires that you, the woman, to do something.
And these men kept me plenty busy.
“What’s up, guys?” I said.
“Hey, baby,” said Cole. He took a piece of paper that sat in front of him and crumpled it.
“Okay, fess up. What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” said Tobias.
“Jersey?” Most times I can get a decent answer from him.
“Nothing to worry about.”
“Hmph,” I said crossing my arms. “Rory?”
Rory always tells the truth.
“We’re just making sure.”
“Of what?” Now I’m tapping my foot which they all know is a danger sign.
“Let me get you a latte,” said Cole uncharacteristically. He rose and hurried to the fancy cappuccino machine that came with the house.
“Yes,” said Rory. “Have a seat.”
“What did we discuss about communication?” I said. “I’m not a mind reader, and I don’t have enough hours in the day to play detective to your thoughts. So?”
“Sit down, Princess,” said Tobias. “We have something to discuss with you.”
I sat and stared at all three at the table while the cappuccino’s machine sprayed the dark drink with a creamy foam. So Cole was going all out. This was serious.
I sat, and Jersey moved to sit next to me. For some reason, he felt like he had to do this when we discussed serious topics.
“You’re not getting any younger,” said Tobias.
“Gee, thanks. That’s horribly romantic, especially first thing in the morning.”
“Actually, it’s time for lunch,” said Cole, who was usually the first person to think of his stomach.
“Fine. Then. What’s up?”
“Well,” said Rory. “We got our tests back.”
“The STD tests?”
“Yes,” said Tobias.
“Soooo, any problems?”
“No, hon,” said Rory. “We’re all clean and can dispense with the condoms.” He pointed to the box on the table.
“Yep,” said Cole. He settled the coffee cup before me and picked up the condom box and chucked it into the garbage.
“Well, that’s great.” The condoms were more of a problem for them than me anyways.
“Then,” said Tobias, “it got us to thinking.”
Uh, oh. This is the part where they wanted me to do something.
“Yes?”
“We thought about children.”
I made the time-out sign with my hands.
“Whoa, back up. Who started talking about children?”
“Well, I did,” confessed Tobias.
“Yeah, lawyer man isn’t getting any younger.”
“Cole,” I growled in warning.
“No, it’s okay, Jacy,” said Tobias. “He’s right.”
“And then,” said Rory, “we started thinking about who would go first, and if there was a way to figure that out.”
“Go, first?” I said slowly. “Do you not think you should discuss that with me?”
“You would choose?” asked Tobias. “And how would you do that?”
“Well, I’d—” I looked at the unhappy faces at the table. It suddenly hit me what a massive mistake that would be. I’ve had to balance my time with each one, and not show favoritism to any of them. And in truth, the fact was I couldn’t choose between them to begin with. But that didn’t mean we wouldn’t or didn’t have problems with jealousy, or someone feeling slighted from time to time. Three of them were emotionally driven musicians, and Tobias was sensitive that these three were considered sex gods as well as rock stars. He felt he had to compete.
“Well, we’ll just go without protection and—”
“Nah,” said Rory. “That would make it into a competition, and we don’t need that.”
“Yeah, who wants to see whose swimmers get there first?” said Cole.
“And we don’t want to know who’s doing the deed, sweetheart,” said Jersey. “We all want too.”
That was sweet and troubling at the same time.
“I suppose you’re right.” My eyes flicked to the box of condoms in the trash, and I got an idea.
“Wait here,” I said. I rushed to the bedroom and pulled out the little sewing kit I kept for emergencies. I returned to the kitchen with it and snatched the box of condoms from the trash. I took four, and then picked one, and with a pin from the sewing kit speared it a few times.
“What are you doing?” said Cole.
“We’ll keep up with the condoms for a while. Each time one of them will be pricked with the pin.”
“Apt description,” said Tobias wryly.
I stood and rummaged through the drawer until I found the little baggies I used to make up snacks for work and a black permanent marker. Then I marked a bag number one and tossed the first set of four condoms in there. Then I did the same for bag two and three and so on until I filled four baggies.
“To give each man an equal chance, take one from the same bag until it is used up for each time we get together.”
“What happens if there are three of us, and there’s only two in the bag?” said Tobias.
Sometimes he’s such a lawyer it annoys me.
“Fine,” I said and tossed an extra undamaged condom in each bag. That should cover the probabilities.
“You know what?” said Cole pulling me close to him. “I think we should give your idea a test now.” He put his hands on my breasts and tweaked my nipples.
“I like your thinking, Kane,” said Jersey. He stood at my back and nibbled my neck, and massaged my rear, which the bastard knew always got me going.
“I haven’t eaten,” I protested.
“That’s okay, baby, I have something for you to eat.”
That was Rory, and I looked to the side to find he pulled out and was now stroking his cock.
“Sit on the counter island,” said Cole. “I have an idea.”
By now, we’ve all learned the Cole had wild ideas we like, so Rory didn’t say a word and hopped on the counter. He kicked off his blue jeans and sat with his legs wide open and his cock standing at attention.
“There you go, baby,” said Cole. “Breakfast.”
Cole slapped my ass playfully. “Then get at it, baby.”
“Yes, sir,” I said.
“Now, you’re talking, hon,” said Rory.
“Wait,” said Jersey. He moved in front of Rory with his back to him.
“What are you doing, Dys,” said Rory. “Cockblocking me?”
“Hell, no. I just didn’t have any cream in my coffee, so I thought I’d get some now.”
Jersey slid to his knees in front of the counter and pulled me forward by the hips to hover over his face.
“I love this,” he said as he kissed my labia. And hell, yes, I loved it too. Jersey’s tongue was extremely talented, and he knew all the best spots to hit. So while I sucked and nibbled on Rory’s cock, Jersey licked and kissed my tender flesh.
It wasn’t long before Cole’s tongue lashed at my rosebud, and now I squirmed in delight. With Jersey’s mouth on my clit and Cole’s tongue buried at that forbidden place, waves of pleasure swept through me. I moaned over Rory’s cock.
“Fuck, yeah,” groaned Rory. I clutched his waist as my thighs shivered. My knees buckled, and I struggled to stand upright. Cole’s tongue speared the ring of muscle at my rosebud, and fucked my ass with his tongue.
“This is fucking hot.”
My body agreed. I came in a white-hot flame, my body shuddered and my heart rattled like a freight train.
“Oh my God,” I cried.
And as I came, Rory shot into my mouth and poured down my throat. I was helpless to stop it and didn’t want to.
“Get up on the counter, baby,” said Cole. “I’ve got to have you now.”
I swallowed hard and got another taste of Rory’s cum. He’s a vegetarian and eats a lot of fruit so it’s a bit sweet, and not sour like some cum can be. I don’t tell the other guys, but I like Rory’s taste best.
But these guys don’t seem to be worried about blow-jobs now. Rory stood behind the counter facing my back, with his strong arms settled under my breasts, making my nipples point straight out. Cole licked his lips, latched onto a nipple as he pulled my legs around my waist and entered me.
I was surrounded by strong, sure, handsome men. Rory held me tight against him and Cole held my hips, sighing as he sunk deeper.
The first stroke was a gentle caress. Cole sucked my nipple sharper and I arch my back which pushed his cock against my g-spot. I squirmed, but I wanted more. Rory whispered in my ear.
“Fuck,” he cooed. “I love how your nipples harden when Cole fucks you. Yeah, baby, take his cock, all of it. Fuck him hard, hon. I want to see your breasts jiggle and your face flush red when you come.”
Could anything be sexier than a man who is a gentleman, but finds an expression for every dirty fantasy he has?
My heart races as Cole picks up the pace. Mouths suck each nipple now, and I open my eyes briefly to find Jersey on one and Tobias on the other. Rory is hard again and his cock presses into my back like a fire poker.
Oh, fuck.
I have no control over this. I’m lost to the flood of pleasure coming from each man. I murmur, insensible, how I love this, how I love them, and Cole’s pace increased and each hammer stroke reverberated through my core. Desire and need build from a smoking burn to red-hot flame. The tide of heat swept through me, as I breathed wild fire in my soul.
“Jacine!”
Cole snapped his hips hard into me and shuddered. Jersey and Tobias knew enough to pull away as Cole fell on top of me.
“Hey, baby?” I said and he looked up at me, while I swept his blond hair from his startling blue eyes.
“You’re so fucking hot.”
Which was Cole’s way of telling me he loves me.
I smiled and he kissed me one more time before Jersey pulled at his shoulder.
“Share the wealth, bro,” said Jersey in a testosterone roughed voice. I knew I’d get another ride of my life.
This might be my favorite part when each of them took me, and I came each time. Each of these men loved me with their entire hearts.
A girl just couldn’t get luckier. My only question was who used the condom with the holes?
CHAPTER TWENTY
Cole
Getting pregnant was harder than they made it look on television. All through school, what did we hear? Be careful. Use protection. Don't make little rock musicians. God, you'd think that each time we shot our load, we'd make a kid. And now? When all the red lights turned to green?
Nothing.
"It's not a thing," said Tobias. Jacine walked red-eyed from her en-suite bathroom with the pregnancy test in hand. The poor woman looked like she was about to break down.
“It’s only been three months,” said Rory. “Besides, you’ve been busy planning the wedding.”
“Yeah, well, it’s difficult to plan a wedding when you don’t know who’ll you’ll marry.” Did I hear despair in my sweet Jacine’s voice? Nope. I cannot allow that.
“I think the plan sucks,” said Rory. “It was a sweet idea that you would marry the baby daddy of kid number one, and then divorce him to marry the second baby daddy, and so forth, but it ain’t happening. And we’ll lose the money for the deposits for the hotel and the catering if we don’t have that wedding in two months. Besides, I’m not getting any younger.”
“That’s my line,” Tobias said. He arched an eyebrow to make his point. I noticed Tobias’ stylish grey “lawyer man” suit. He was ready to leave for work but stalled that plan to attend to Jacine’s incipient meltdown.
“That’s a good point,” quipped Rory.
"Pick one of us," said Jersey. "Pick me. I want to be Mr. Jacine Alexander, husband of the hottest PR manager in LA."
Rory tossed a pillow at Jersey's head, but he batted it away.
"Stop it," said Jacine. "No fighting. And if Mother Nature doesn't want to grace me with a child, there is no use in getting married.
Tobias shook his head. "Oh, no. Not after we listened about the travails with the wedding dress."
"Hey, you told me that it was okay to tell you guys anything and you'd share the wealth." She walked to her vast closet and pulled out one of her work dresses which after three months, I recognized all too well, and now I know the crux of the problem.
It's like Tobias told us when we started this, Jacine could handle anything, but that didn't mean that she didn't get stressed about it. Usually, I'd put my arm around her waist and try to de-stress her, but that could part of the problem too. We'd all been in LA for the past three months while we put our tour schedules on hold to prepare for the wedding. But making the baby-making a priority while planning a wedding and running a business had to wear her out.
“That’s it,” I said. I stalked forward and took the dress from her hand. “You’re taking the day off.”
“Now wait a minute,” she said.
“Tobias, any reason Franklin can’t handle her business appointments today?”
“I’ll call him right now.” He whipped out his phone and called Jacine’s dad.
“Hold up,” said Jacine. Fire lit her eyes, and it wasn’t the kind I wanted to see. No, it was the heat of a lioness ready to tear apart her prey. “I will not have you dictate my work schedule. Not a single one of you.”
“This is for your own good,” I said. “Stress makes it difficult to conceive.”
“That’s an old wives’ tale,” she said. “It was just too ambitious to expect I would get pregnant this soon. The doctor said it could take up to a year.”
“A doctor?” said Dys with concern. “You saw a doctor?”
“It’s a good thing, bro,” said Rory. “And Cole’s not wrong.” He stared at his phone. “There is an article here that says ‘A recent study found women with high levels of alpha-amylase, an enzyme that correlates with stress have a harder time getting pregnant. Those with the highest enzyme concentrations were twelve percent less likely to conceive than were women with the lowest levels.'"
