Amelia’s Surprise
“So, there’s a break for everyone but the guys,” Johnny was telling those gathered over the speakerphone.
JC looked to Amelia. An extended hotel stay meant a couple of nights in a row together, in each other’s arms all night. It would be heaven!
“If we have some place else to be, we could go as long as we made it back for Friday’s performance?” Amelia asked, avoiding JC’s eyes.
“As long as you get back in plenty of time for sound check and rehearsals,” Johnny replied. “Any other questions?”
A murmur of negatives followed.
“Good. I’ll talk to you later.” With that Johnny rang off and everyone headed for the door.
JC halted Amelia with a hand on her shoulder. “Ami?”
“Hmm?”
“You aren’t staying with me? I thought we could—“
“Josh, I have something I have to do in Orlando.” She reached up to press a quick kiss on his lips. “I promise not to be gone any longer than I have to.”
“Baby—“
“I’ll see you in our room later.”
JC was fairly fuming. He and Amelia were only together for hotel stays. Now, they had this extended time together and she was taking off! He needed more time with her – not less! How dare she do this to them?
When Amelia returned to the room, to pick up her bag, he turned on her. “What is so damned important that you’d rather be in Orlando than here with me?”
His sharp tone startled and irritated her. “I don’t talk to people who yell at me,” she replied calmly. She’d had enough shouting matches with Nick. She pushed passed him to grab her duffle bag.
JC sighed, trying to swallow his anger. “I’m sorry, Ami. I just thought we could be together…”
“I want that, too, Josh, but I’ve got to do this.”
“Are you sure? It can’t wait?”
“It could. But I don’t want to.”
He wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her against him. “Go, but make it quick, okay? Maybe we can grab a little time for us.”
“I’d like that too, baby.”
Nuzzling her neck, he asked, “How soon do you leave?”
“I booked the first flight. My flight’s in an hour – so, no, we don’t have time for a quickie,” she teased. Tilting her head back, she smiled into his eyes.
“I didn’t think with real love I could be so insecure.” JC pressed his lips softly to hers.
“You don’t need to be, baby. You’re all I see.”
“You ever feel insecure – about me, I mean?”
“Truth?”
“Yeah.”
“No, I don’t. I’ve been through the other, the leering looks and lude remarks about other women in front of me. You don’t do any of that, so I feel secure.”
His smile had a gentle, sweet quality to it. “I’m glad, Ami. I want you to know I’m all yours.”
“And when I get back, we’ll work on your insecurity.” She turned into his arms to kiss him soundly, then she grabbed her bag up again. “Love you, baby. I’ll be back as soon as possible.”
JC returned to his suite after the late night talk show appearance. The first thing he realized was Amelia was there. As per usual, she had taken her shoes off by the door. He heard no sounds of stirring, so he decided she must have gone to bed.
Standing in the bedroom doorway, he merely watched her for a few minutes. It struck him how tiny she looked, how young – especially with her face snuggled in his pillow as if seeking him in sleep. She’d left her hair loose, because he liked it that way. It had only been two days and he was so hungry for the sight of her, the taste of her kiss, the feel of her silky flesh against his, the beat of her heart in rhythm with his.
Moving into the room, he quietly undresses and slid beneath the covers. He smiled, noticing she was naked as well. Leaning over her back, he brushed his mouth along a soft, slender shoulder.
Amelia smiled in her sleep.
His lips moved down her back, spreading damp kisses as he went.
“Mmm…baby…” Amelia purred, coming awake at the feel of her lover’s touch.
“Hiya, brown-eyes.”
“Miss me?”
“Oh, yeah – Miss me?”
“Always, handsome.”
He nibbled and licked at her little bottom, causing her to squirm. “Like that, Ami?”
She giggled. “It tickles a little.”
He recalled how she felt about being tickled and stopped. “Then I’ll quit.”
“Oh, no, I like it.”
“Good. I love the taste of your skin.” JC continued down one leg to her tiny toes then back up the opposite leg.
“Josh…” She wiggled impatiently, growing hotter with each touch of his mouth.
“I’ll get there, baby,” he assured her quietly. “I don’t get to explore you like this very often.”
“Oh!” she gasped when he ran his tongue between the top of her thighs and the crease of her bottom.
“You mind trying it from behind, Ami?”
“Will it hurt?”
“Doggy style? No, it shouldn’t hurt, baby.” He moved back up to hold himself above her.
“What do I need to do?”
“Kiss me.”
Amelia rolled to her back and pulled his head down for a steamy, hungry kiss.
“Sweet baby, you taste so good,” he murmured hoarsely as she trailed her mouth down his throat.
“So, do you, Josh.”
He reached for two plump pillows and put one on top of the other. “Lay on these,” he told her. At her dubious expression, he chuckled. “Either that or you have to lean on your elbows with your sweet little butt in the air. This should be more comfortable.”
Amelia laid face down on the pillows, letting JC guide her and adjust her legs as he came between them. She heard a foil packet rip. “I read somewhere that this is a good position for getting pregnant,” she commented a little nervously.
He leaned close, his mouth brushing her shoulder as he spoke. “I am so ready for that, Ami. Are you? Do you want my baby growing inside you, brown-eyes?”
She swallowed hard. She loved him. But was she ready for that sort of commitment? “Not just yet,” she whispered truthfully.
He nipped teasingly at her shoulder, letting her off the hook. “That’s okay, Ami. We got time.” Moving his hands beneath her, he cupped her breasts, fondling and caressing to bring her to a hungry frenzy once again. He knew he had accomplished his goal when she squirmed, pushing back against him. “Ready for this, baby?”
“Oh, please!”
Slowly, he pushed into her heat.
“Oh!”
“You okay, Ami?”
She felt him slide in and out. “Uh-huh…wonderful.”
Reaching beneath her, JC found her pleasure bud and stroked it in beat with his thrusts.
“Josh!” The overwhelming feeling of him entering her from two directions had startled her.
He leaned close kissing her neck and shoulders as he continued to ride her.
“Josh, I’m—“ Amelia gasped when her body began to clench with the wondrous tension that always preceded their pleasure.
“Gonna fly so soon, baby?” he taunted huskily.
“Yes, please—Ah!” she whimpered helplessly, as he increased the speed of his fingers on her delicate bud.
“Fly, baby girl,” he urged. “I’m coming with you.”
“Ahh!—“ Amelia let the rapture take her as she felt him shove against her once more.
“Ami!” Her release triggered his and he collapsed against her briefly.
“Josh?” she panted, drawing in the oxygen she had been deprived of during their pleasure ride.
Finding the strength to move to her side, he gently removed her from the pillows to lie on his chest. “What, Ami?”
“Wow.”
He chuckled, discreetly disposing of the protection. “A definite ‘wow’.”
Amelia smoothed his damp hair back. “I love you so much, baby. And you’ve been so good for me…” She shook her head. “How can I make you secure in me?”
He stroked her long hair, loving the way it felt. “It’s my work to do, baby, not yours. You don’t give me a reason for feeling that way.”
“The profession we’re in doesn’t help.”
“Amen to that.”
“Be secure, Josh. I don’t so much as look at another man.”
And he realized she didn’t. Still she had taken a two-day leave from him without an explanation.
“A girl doesn’t like to talk about these things.” She read his eyes clearly. “And I wanted to surprise you…I went to visit my gynecologist, so I could go on the pill.”
“Ami—“ He was surprised and awed.
“In seven days, we can give up the condoms.”
“Baby, I don’t mind for your sake—“
“They’re kinda messy and they make spontaneous combustion hard.” She grinned.
“You’re a treasure, baby girl.” He lifted his head for a soft kiss.
“I can hardly wait to feel you in me and when you let go…”
JC was chagrinned, getting hot just listening to her talk about it.
“I think it’ll be wonderful,” she sighed dreamily.
“You sure you want to do this?” he felt completed to ask.
Amelia lowered her mouth just a fraction of an inch from his. “Uh-huh. Just think of the places we can love each other when we don’t have to worry about condom disposal,” she murmured seductively.
“Any single damn wall,” JC joked. Some days that was exactly how he felt!
“Showers…Dressing rooms…Buses—Ooh!” She felt a certain part of him come to life. “Down boy!” she laughed.
“You’re talking about his favorite subject and you don’t expect him to pay attention?” he chuckled.
She sat up and moved between his thighs, then stroked his alert member firmly. “Hello there, big fella. You gettin’ all excited, aren’t you?”
“Hell, yeah,” he muttered.
“Just think…In a week no more restricting raincoat.” She swirled her tongue around the swollen head, then took him into her mouth.
“Ami…” he moaned as she sucked and licked at him. “Baby…Oh, God!…Oh, yeah…” His hips bucked up as he was getting close. “Finish me off, baby girl.”
Amelia quickened her pace and sucked harder until he went stiff.
“Ami!” he groaned as he shot down her throat. A bare moment later, he commanded, “Come here, you,” and held his arms out to her. When she came to him, he cuddled her close. “I was going to make love to you again.”
“You need to get some sleep, Josh.”
“But, Ami…”
She kissed him softly. “Good-night, baby.” Reaching down, she retrieved the covers, then came to rest her head on his chest.
“I love you, brown-eyes,” JC whispered.
“I love you, too, Josh.”
“What?” JC asked as Amelia lead him into the bowels of the stadium. It had been a hectic week and they’d barely had five minutes alone.
“You’ll see, Chasez.” She peeked into an unused locker room. Convinced it was empty, she flicked the light on and tugged him in behind her. Leaning back against the door, she turned the lock and grinned at him.
“What?”
“And I quote you, ‘any single damn wall’.”
“Huh?” He still wasn’t following.
“What is today?”
“Wednesday.”
Amelia rolled her eyes. Pushing from the door, she reached to unfasten his pants. “It’s been seven days, moron.”
It finally dawned on him what she meant. “Here?”
“There’s a wall and you and me.”
“Wouldn’t you prefer a bed?”
“And that would be exactly when?”
“In a couple of days.”
“Wanna wait?”
No, he was getting hard just thinking about it – especially with her hands pushing at the waistbands of his pants and shorts! “I can wait, baby.”
She wrapped her fingers around his arousal. “Uh-huh,” she muttered, unconvinced.
“Get your hands off me and I can wait.”
She tugged him closer, nibbling at his throat. She whispered, “I don’t want to wait. I want you now – all of you this time.”
JC groaned in defeat when she took his hands, guiding then beneath her shirt to find her taut, little breasts unencumbered. Instinctively, he began caressing her. He wasn’t about to fight her at this point. The luxury of a bed was days away. Nice as it would be, they wanted to share each other now. His brown-eyed baby could be insatiable, hungry as he was – was he ever glad her libido matched his!
Backing her against the door, his mouth crashed down on hers. Their tongues mated and challenged as their hands roamed each other’s bodies beneath their clothes. Finally, he found the fastenings of her shorts and shoved them to the floor with her panties. His fingers found her wet and eager. Lifting her against the door, he guided her slender legs around him. “Ami…baby, you sure?”
Amelia twined her arms about his neck. “Oh, yes, Josh! Please, I want to feel you inside me.”
“That’s where I wanna be.” He lowered his head to tenderly bite and suck at that sensitive spot below her ear that made her crazy. “I love the way you love,” he murmured huskily. “No holds barred. No games. It’s all out there.” Which he found amazing, knowing she had been abused.
Sucking at the pulse beat at the base of his throat, she assured him, “It is, baby – all there for you.”
Their eyes locked as he slowly entered her. He moaned softly at the tight, hot fit – like a velvet fist when her walls clenched him.
“Does it feel different for you?” she asked innocently.
“Hell, yeah!”
“How?”
“More heat.” He pulled nearly all the way out, then plunged back in. “More sensation…More everything.”
She smiled and stroked his hair. “I’m glad, baby.”
Damn! It struck him. Amelia had done this for him, not herself. The angel just kept on giving!
“Oh, pooh! I wanted it, too.”
“How do you do that?” he complained mildly. “You read my mind.”
“Oh, handsome, it’s right there in your eyes to see.” She arched into him, making him forget his questions.
“Jesus, Ami!” he groaned.
“I can’t tell how different it is, if you don’t make love to me,” she reminded him.
JC began a steady rhythm that had her whimpering in delight.
“Oh, Josh, it does feel so good!” she whispered. Somehow, he felt bigger, hotter, the friction more intense. She moved to meet his thrusts until their bodies slammed together.
“Oh, God, Ami!” He felt her tighten around him, ready to let go. “C’mon, baby girl,” he urged. “I need you with me.”
“Oh, yes, baby! Take me there!”
Driving into her hard and quick, JC exploded within her, triggering her ecstasy.
“Josh!” She shook with the power of her rapture as he collapsed weakly against her.
“Oh, God! Baby, that was fantastic!”
Amelia lifted his head from her shoulder and kissed him softly.
He smiled dazedly. “How did I ever survive without you before? I didn’t know anyone could love me like this.”
“Because all I love is you. Nothing else, just you.”
Reluctantly, Amelia released her legs and slid until her feet hit the floor. She felt a little gush between her legs, something new – even that was special – her lover leaving something of himself behind, inside her.
JC reached down to hand her the shorts and panties that had been hurriedly discarded, then fastened his pants.
Once they were pulled together, he took her into his arms to hold her to his heart. “Ami, baby, you’re all sweetness and love.”
She hugged him tight. “And you’re my man.”
With a sigh of regret, he released her. “We’d better get back.”
“I’m sure Justin will already have figured it out,” she laughed as she unlocked and opened the door. Reaching up, she gave JC a hard kiss. “But his imagination can’t begin to come close to our reality.”
“Can I ask a question, Ami?” JC asked as they started back.
“Sure.”
“You said it’s right there in my eyes. What is?”
“Your thoughts.”
“I’m that transparent?”
She nudged him teasingly. “To anyone who cares to look closely and deeply enough, I suppose you are. Most people don’t care to see into someone else’s soul. It makes them uncomfortable.”
“But you do it.”
“With you, yes, I do.”
“Then did you know I was in love with you from nearly day one?”
“Not that early. You hid it pretty well behind your anger – and since you were so mean, I didn’t look.”
“When did you know?”
“When Johnny called me back. I began to suspect you were hiding your conflicting emotions behind your façade of irritation.”
Hooking an arm around her neck, he pulled her to his side playfully. “You were right. The first time I danced with you, I basically wanted to have you to get you out of my system. Then you kissed me and I was a goner.”
Amelia reached up to kiss him as she had that day.
“I still am a goner,” he sighed happily.
Another hotel stay, JC was in heaven. Amelia had come with him readily, not pretending that she wasn’t going to share his bed. He couldn’t wait until that night. After their radio promo spot and before sound check, he’d grabbed her hand and dragged her, giggling all the way, back to their room. When he had stripped his clothes off she had taken one look at him and laughed.
“Whoa! Somebody wants some lovin’!” Kneeling on the floor, she’d taken him into her mouth to relieve the first wave. She was so generous, his baby.
He had carried her to bed and reciprocated. Again, she had resisted at first. Soft words and tender kisses had eased her objections and she’d allowed him to continue. And she had enjoyed it, begging for more.
Then they made love, slow and sweet. Amelia’s soft cries of completion still echoed in his ears, as they lie entwined in bed.
Now the momentary rush of passions had cooled, a question niggled at JC’s mind. Why did Amelia always insist he come into her, protesting his mouth on her? It was like she couldn’t enjoy that part of their loving without a fight. Was it her grandparents’ ingrained morality – or had Carter done something? Oh, God! What if he had done something to her?…
“Ami?”
“Hmm?” Amelia was tracing lazy circles on his damp chest, feeling too sated and satisfied for conversation.
“Baby, I gotta know…” He took her chin in his hand, making her meet his eyes. “What else did he do to you?”
“How?…” She frowned. She was feeling too content for this ugly discussion. Setting her mouth in a mutinous line, she said nothing.
“He did something, didn’t he? That’s why you fight me when I want to love you with my mouth.”
“I don't want to talk about it.” Amelia swung away, searching for the clothes she’d tossed off in the heat of the moment. Finding his shirt first, she pulled it over her head. Walking to the chair, she sat there hugging her arms around herself.
“If you’d stayed in bed, those could be my arms holding you, “ he reminded her softly. “I love you. I want to help.”
“Josh—“
“You told me you never confuse us in bed, but you do. When it’s my mouth on you, you think it’s his.” JC rose, grabbing his shorts and tugging them on. Going to her, he knelt at her feet and took her cold hands into his big warm ones. “What did he do?”
Large tears rolled down her cheeks. “I hate him for doing this to us. I want it to be over.”
“It is over, baby girl. We just have to get through the recovery process – and we will together.”
“I’m a mess, Joshua. You sure you want to cope with this? Maybe you need to find someone with less baggage.”
“I love you. We all got baggage.” Deciding she needed to be held close, he lifted her from the chair and seated himself there. He wrapped her securely in his arms. “Tell me.”
Amelia began slowly. “It was the afternoon before…He said he was tired of waiting. He was mad and spoiling for a fight. He unzipped his pants and forced my hand against him through his shorts. He made me rub him until he was hard. I begged him to let me go, but he only held my wrist tighter. We were on the bus, so I felt I couldn’t yell…”
“You shoulda screamed your head off.”
She shivered and his arms tightened. “When he decided he was hard enough, he shoved my hand in his shorts. I couldn’t move. He’d pinned me to the seat. He wrapped his hand around mine so my fingers were around him…until he…He was grunting and saying awful things, talking dirty…”
JC was glad he wasn’t one who talked nasty in bed. That would have been a horror for her!
“Then he told me I was good at that and that I deserved a ‘reward’. He yanked off my shorts and tore my panties. I was shaking and crying, begging him not to hurt me. He said he’d only hurt me if I cried out. He shoved my legs apart. When I tried to put them together, he clamped his hands on them hard.” Amelia stopped, crying to hard to continue.
JC crooned soft words of love and comfort. His hatred of Carter grew with every helpless word she spoke.
“Without any sort of preamble, he stuck his tongue in me. I pleaded for him to stop, that I didn’t want that. Eventually, he did stop. He told me any woman who didn’t enjoy ‘tongue fucking’ was really a cold fish.” Amelia shuddered. “I didn’t know if that was rape or not, but I felt violated just the same. I—I guess I was lucky he stopped at that.”
JC crushed her close. “That was rape, Ami,” he assured her softly, anguished for what she had been through.
“My wrist and thighs were pretty bruised. I went to Brian and Kevin. I told them I was going to quit, so they should be finding someone to take my place. Brian didn’t miss the bruises on my wrist and pointed it out to Kevin. They told me how sorry they were. They thought he was knocking me around and it was easier to let them believe that.”
“I’m so sorry, baby. You never told me that part. I didn’t know. I kept pushing—“ There were tears in his eyes. Without knowing what had gone before, he’d unknowing cause her more torment.
“Hush, handsome,” she murmured, nuzzling his cheek.
“I won’t do it anymore—“
“You always take me passed it. And it feels so good when you love me like that. You make me feel wonderful and precious. It’s just those few first seconds…”
“Then you want me to?”
She nodded. “When we do that for each other, it’s a gift, something unselfish we do to show our love for one another.”
“I do love you, brown-eyes.”
“And I love you, Josh. You’ve been a wonderful, caring lover. You heal me.”
He pressed her close, wanting to bring her inside his body to protect her from any more grief. “I hope so, Ami. You’re in my soul.”
“Before I met you, I didn’t think I could ever want a man to touch me – and then I meet this grouchy, blue-eyed Adonis and ‘poof!’ – all my female urges are functioning normally,” she teased gently.
JC chuckled at that. “I was only grouchy, because I wanted you so badly. You gave me a hard-on the first day we met and then hung around Lance.”
“Lance didn’t glare at me all the time.”
He was pretty sure Lance would have been very solicitous of Amelia, very tender – In retrospect, Lance might have been a better choice for as he first lover. He knew he had been too impatient with her at times…
“Oh, stop already!” Amelia commanded. “It’s always been you. Since the first time I ‘humped your leg’ as you so charmingly put it.”
He couldn’t help but laugh at that. She was such a brave, sassy girl. With all that she had been through in her short life, Amelia had come out her sense of humor fully intact.
“You know, Ami, you are one of my absolutely favorite people,’ he announced.
Hugging him tightly, she replied, “And you are one of mine.”