CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

JAGGER

I’m a guy so I don’t know much about weddings. I had no clue how much work it would be to put this together on such short notice. With less than a week’s notice I managed to get McKinley every one of her must have things, except for one.

Last night her best friend, Mia, called to inform her she would not be attending our wedding, or coming to Italy at all.

My girl is crushed, because as it is she has no family that will be in attendance, and she isn’t handling this news well. This should be the happiest time of her life, but instead of smiles, I keep finding her in tears. I don’t have a fucking clue what’s going on because when I asked, she said it wasn’t her story to tell.

I call Jett to get his help, because I’m not allowing this shit to happen this way. Whatever the hell Mia is going through, I’m sorry she’s having difficulty, but this is about McKinley right now.

He answers on the third ring. “Yes, I’m flying out early as fuck. I will be there and so will your rings.”

I chuckle softly. “Good, man, I’m glad to hear it, but I need something else.”

“Jesus Christ. I’m starting to feel like your fucking employee. Whatever you need, ask Jake or Hendrix. I’m trying to fucking relax before I have to fly across the world.”

By relax, he means get high as fuck, and fuck whatever woman he has found for tonight.

“Alright then. I’ll ask one of them to help with Mia.”

I grin as I listen to the silence, because I know the second her name is mentioned, he will have a sudden change of heart.

“Mia?” he asks quietly.

“Yep. Something is going on with her and she says she isn’t coming. McKinley’s heart is broken over it, and I need you to get her here. Whatever the fuck you have to do, do it. Unless, of course, you want me to ask one of the other guys.”

He tries to make it sound like it’s not about her.

“Yeah, you know, whatever you need, I’m there.”

I can’t hold back the laughter. “Oh sure, it has nothing to do with her, right?”

“I’ve wanted her for longer than you’ve even known McKinley. Since our first awards show.”

Sitting on the couch talking to Jett, I spot McKinley coming this way, so I cut my call short.

“Make it happen. Whatever means are necessary.”

He chuckles. “Kidnapping it is.”

“Jesus, Jett. You know what I mean.”

“I’ve got it. I’ll text you when we are on our way.”

He hangs up as I wonder if I’ve made a bad decision, but I don’t have long to think about it before my fiancée climbs onto my lap.

She straddles me and lays her head on my shoulder.

“I’m sorry for being emotional.”

Placing my hands around her back, I reassure her, “There’s nothing to be sorry about. I understand.”

As much as I want to tell her Mia will be here, I don’t, because I don’t want to make guarantees I can’t follow through on. I’m not completely convinced Jett will get her here. I don’t think he’d actually kidnap her, and if he tried, she’d probably kick his ass.

She kisses my neck. “There’s a new article about you.”

I chuckle, because there’s always new shit they’re printing about me.

“They are speculating over whether you’ll back out before we’re actually married.”

I hum, while I drag my fingers through her hair, and inhale the aroma of her orange scented shampoo.

“Let them speculate, baby, as long as you don’t.”

This isn’t the first time I’ve heard the media’s theories that I’m not capable of settling down. And really, I don’t give a fuck, as long as it doesn’t upset McKinley. Through the years I’ve heard nearly everything, from me being a sexual sadist, to the cute little rumor that I have groupies take a number, and bang one after the other. Sure, I’ve had some threesomes, and a couple of foursomes, but that doesn’t make me any of the things they call me. Well, not anymore anyway. Maybe I was a manwhore at one point, as I’ve been called many times. Now, I’ve got the only woman I want.

“Jagger,” she moans in my ear, while grinding her pussy on my already hard cock.

“I need you,” she says in a sexy as fuck raspy voice.

“McKinley,” I warn, “We have to leave in ten minutes.”

She giggles softly. “I remember you once told me you could make me come in thirty seconds. Have you lost your touch, Wild?”

When she digs her nails into my scalp, I know I’m done. This woman always has me ready to lose my mind.

“I have not lost my touch, filthy girl. Tell me what you need.”

“Your big cock inside me, filling me. Please, Jagger.”

I rise from the couch, lifting her with me, and then lay her down. Her eyes are focused on the bulge in my pants, as I unzip them. I pull my jeans and boxers down to my knees, and climb between her legs. Pushing her skirt up, I slide her panties to the side, and sink into her sweet pussy.

As much as I’d like to fuck her hard, I don’t. Instead, I move in and out of her pussy slowly, being sure to let my pelvis hit her clit with every thrust. She runs her hands up my biceps to my shoulders, and digs her nails in.

“Fuck,” I groan because I love it when she does that. The fact that she doesn’t do it for me, but it’s a response to how I make her feel, makes it even better.

I place my hand on her face, and hold her stare.

“I love you. Maybe I don’t come from a damaged background like you do, but you saved me from a meaningless existence. I was only alive for the music, and when I lost you, I realized it didn’t mean a damn thing.”

She runs her fingers through my hair.

“I love you too. I want to say something sweet back, but I can’t because I’m going to come.”

Picking up my pace, I thrust into her hard and fast, and growl, “Fucking come for me.”

“Jagger,” she whimpers as she unravels beneath me. Her nails dig harder into my skin, while her pussy squeezes my cock, and I orgasm with her.

This entire relationship started with a desire unlike any I had ever known. A fire sparked in my soul with one look at her. My bandmates thought my obsession would fizzle out, but it didn’t. If anything, it has become stronger. My world begins and ends with McKinley. I will spend the rest of my life making sure that the rest of hers is happy.

She gazes at me with so much love it causes my chest to ache.

A big smile crosses her face. “Let’s go eat cake, future husband.”

“I’d rather eat you, but cake now, pussy later.”

She slaps me on the chest with a giggle.

“Get off me, you big pervert. You have the rest of your life to do that.”

Climbing off her to pull my pants up, I smirk at her.

“I do and I will.”

THE END

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