Falling Down(44)

"We're going to my place. I made you dinner. I just have to heat it up when we get there."
"You cook?"
"In and out of bed," he smirks.
"Oh boy. Lame, Jesse. That was lame."
"I thought it was pretty good."
I meet his gaze. "Jesse. Thank you."
"For?"
"Privacy." Stupid paparazzi *s.
He nods and pulls me to him, my head resting on his chest.
"God, what am I going to do with you Lucy?"
"Hopefully all the things you told me before."
He chuckles. "Oh, those will definitely happen. Many times."
"I'm all for multiples."
He grins and taps a finger to my nose. "Mmm."
The car slows as we pull to a gated community, the driver is passed through and we continue driving. A group of reporters standing around hoping to get a look. Tinted windows save us from their scrutiny.
"We're here."
I sit up, looking out the window. "Which one is yours?"
"The one at the end."
Of course. He's got a house on the beach… in Malibu. I sometimes forget just how rich and famous Jesse is.
"Jesus, Jesse. It's freaking huge."
He grins.
"Oh my God. Ha. Your house."
"It is. The guys stay here."
"Ah," I nod. That's not a house. That's even more than a mansion. That's the biggest house I've ever seen and I've been to parties of many rich and famous.
"Let me get your door for you." He presses a kiss to my lips then exits the car. He walks around to my side and opens my door. He holds out a hand, helping me out. I grab my purse and tuck my sunglasses back into my purse. He takes my suitcase from the driver and thanks him. Victor has got kind eyes. I like that.
We walk up the steps and Jesse opens the door to what is a massive freaking mansion. Christ. You could fit hundreds of people in here. He probably has at some of the parties he's notorious for.
"Welcome to my home."
The foyer is huge with one staircase splitting off into two going in opposite directions. His color scheme isn't a surprise: Black, white, and red--the same color scheme for the Falling Down logo. A black and white checkered floor--I love that. The iron railings leading up the staircases are black, curved, and with an intricate design. There's random artwork that I don't even bother looking at right now. I'm just getting a glimpse because there is so much.
"How many rooms are in this house?" I look to Jesse who has one shoulder resting against a doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, his legs crossed at the ankles. He looks completely relaxed and I'd believe it if it weren't for the tic in his jaw. It's his giveaway and I'm not going to tell him I know it. Already. Ha! But--if I know his, he likely knows mine. Unh.
He shrugs. "A lot."
I nod.
"You hungry?"
I turn to look at him. "Yes," I say breathily and he knows I don't mean for food. He straightens from the doorframe and slowly walks toward me with his gloriously tall and muscled frame.
His hands cup my face, his thumbs gently caressing my cheeks, and I look up to meet his gaze. Desire flares bright and hot within him as it does in me.
I lift my hand and press it to his chest, just over his heart.
"Take me to your bed."
With that, he bends down, leans over, and whips me over his shoulder in a fireman carry. I squeal and I can't help the bubbling laugh that escapes.
He smacks my ass as he carries me up the stairs and I reach down and smack his in return.
"I'm not much for spanking unless I'm giving them out."
"Awww," I coo and slide my hands into the back pockets of his pants, cupping his ass and giving it a gentle squeeze.