Having Elsie in my life added a whole extra dimension. She was feminine and sweet; I could talk with her for hours about nothing and everything. I wanted to be around her all the time. Her touch was both electric and soothing.
I couldn’t control the feelings I was having; she mattered to me. A lot.
The way I felt about her was something I’d never experienced with another woman. Before, I may have connected with someone, but it was superficial. The women in my circle saw me as Skyler Dalton, lead singer of Mechanical Disturbance and international superstar. They didn’t see me as the prodigal choir boy who stumbled into a rock band with his best friend from college. I was a notch on their belt, a story they could go back home and tell their girlfriends. Just an extended part of the performance I put up on stage.
I’d told her more about myself than anyone else before. I was comfortable around her; I could be myself. Elsie had a cardboard cutout of me in her bedroom growing up and a teenage crush on the person I portray on stage. But she embraced the real man, never once pining for the image she’d created.
It was Thursday, and we were taking the weekend off after shooting the music video. That left me four whole days with Elsie if she was willing to spend them with me.
I just wanted to be with this woman. Aboveboard. For the world to see.
I ran my palm down the soft curve of her back, down to her buttocks. Her skin was like silk and she smelled like fresh lilies. The curve of her ass made my mouth water. I wanted to fuck her from behind and watch it jiggle with every thrust.
Shit, I was getting hard. Down, boy!
“Good morning.” She turned her head and grinned.
I leaned down and brushed my lips across her shoulder, smelling the sweet perfume of her shampoo.
“Yes, it’s a very good morning.” Waking up with Elsie in my arms would make any morning special.
“I see someone else has risen with the sun,” she giggled, her eyes moving toward my groin.
“Can you blame me? That’s what happens when you wake up to the most beautiful woman in the world draped over you.” I squeezed her ass for effect. It pleased me immensely that her eyes didn’t get sad when I complimented her. I could only hope that meant she believed me.
She wiggled her ass against my dick, making me groan and grip her harder. I gripped it, giving it a friendly shake in appreciation.
Elsie leaned back down on my chest, panting against my skin. “Are we going to stay in bed and make love all day?” I smiled at the hope in her voice.
“As much as I’d enjoy that, I don’t think I’d be able to keep up with you. Remember, I’m an old man.”
She laughed and rolled off me, getting off the bed, “We’re in LA, there’s gotta be a place to find Viagra on the streets. Think outside the box, Skyler…”
I rolled toward her and slapped her ass. “Don’t even joke about that! The day my dick dies, I lose a part of my soul.” Just the thought of me, Skyler Dalton, trolling the streets of LA for illegal sex drugs was horrifying.
She laughed hysterically and extended her arms above her head, making an adorable squealing noise as she stretched her body. For a second, she gritted her teeth, but it quickly morphed into a wicked grin.
“Sore?” She had to be, considering last night was her first time.
“I feel like I walked a hundred miles yesterday. My legs are really sore; my whole body just aches.” She reached up and touched her forehead. “I don’t think I have a fever.”
I snorted. “Elsie, you’re not sick.”
“I’m not?” She asked innocently.
“No, your body just isn’t used to the rigorous activity we had last night.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her. She slapped my chest playfully.
“I suppose you’re proud of yourself?” She shook her head at me, grinning the whole time.
“Hell yeah, I am! I feel like the king of the world.” I shot her a smug look. “Any man would be walkin’ like a rooster after rockin’ their woman’s world.”
Elsie gaped, her jaw-dropping. “Your woman?”
“Well, yeah.” I cupped her cheek, scared of what she was thinking. “You’re my woman. Right?”
I wanted to tell her how I really felt. That I loved her. Adored her. Worshiped her. But she was like a scared puppy. I didn’t want her running off just as I’d caught her.
“You want me to be your woman?” Her voice was so soft I had to lean forward to hear her.
I pressed her soft body close to me and kissed her temple. “I can’t think of anything I want more right now.”
She was silent for several minutes, her eyes never leaving mine. Finally, she swallowed hard and nodded her head.
“I want that too.” Elsie bowed her head, her brows knitted with thought. “I’m not sure how much I want to be out in the world yet. I’m experimenting right now. You’re going to have to be patient with me, Skyler.”
“I know. And I will be. But you need to know, whatever this is between us isn’t going away, El. We spent the last two weeks trying our best to avoid each other, and I don’t know about you, but you were on my mind every minute.” I must have jerked off five times a day thinking about her, wanting her.
“You weren’t alone. I’d still sit out on my balcony, hoping you would come, even though I had every intention of sending you away again. Is there always this much push and pull between men and women?”
“I don’t know, but between us, there’s only going to be pulling from now on, agreed?” I waited for her nod of agreement before kissing her on the nose.
Relief and excitement washed over my body. Elsie was mine. Elsie Clarke, the most talented and amazing woman in the world, was mine.
“I’ve never had a boyfriend before, Skyler. What does being your woman mean?” Her furrowed brow was adorable.
“Well, I haven’t had a girlfriend since high school, but I imagine it means that we’re an item. A thing. A legit couple. We go out and do things together, make love anytime we want to, talk about everything, and have each other’s backs.”
“And get our pictures taken in public and posted all over magazines?” Her grimace wasn’t encouraging.
I hadn’t thought about that when I asked her to be mine. It irked me to no end that it was actually something we had to consider as a part of our relationship. I tried not to think about the press much because they were going to make up whatever story they wanted to, anyway. The only deterrent against them was submitting lawsuits, and I didn’t have the energy or the interest to fight them for just myself. But for Elsie? I’d go bankrupt protecting her.
“That’s something we’re going to have to consider. I have a PR agent and we can meet with them, go over what we’re willing to have out there. The most important thing is that you feel comfortable, El. I don’t want you unhappy.”
“What happens if they print shit about me?” The anxiety in her voice pissed me off. I had to nip this in the bud. I pressed my hand against her cheek and guided her eyes to meet mine.
“We can buy up photographs before they’re published. If we can’t, I’ll sue every photographer in the world if it means protecting you.”
My reassurances must’ve worked because she smiled, pressed her face into my chest, and sighed. Yes! Score one, Skyler!
Elsie peeled herself away from me and headed toward the bathroom.
“What do you have planned for the day?” She popped her head out of the bathroom to ask.
“Nothing. Absolutely nothing. And I’ve never been happier about it.” I stepped out of bed and met her in the bathroom, turning on the shower.
I stepped into the shower and grabbed the fancy hotel soap; I sniffed it and found it acceptable.
Elsie followed me into the shower, standing behind me.
“What do all your tattoos mean? What made you decide to get the Sistine Chapel on your back?” Her fingers trailed the intricate designs on my back.
“The small random ones I got randomly to commemorate occasions. Our
first tour finishing, our first multi-platinum album, and our first Grammy.” I pointed to the smaller tattoos as I went. “I got from a guy here in LA, he’s pretty well known for his art. He did the chapel. When I was in the choir as a kid, the preacher would describe the creation of life, like we were God’s works of art. I connected with that and we came up with the chapel tattoo when we finished our last album.”
“What about your chest piece?”
I blushed. “That’s a little more embarrassing. We’d just got on the circuit and I wanted a big tattoo that made me look like a rock star.”
She choked out a laugh. “What? Are you serious?”
I sighed. “Yeah. I’m not super proud of it. I added Lord Have Mercy later when my mamma berated me for being superficial. At least now it looks like a tribute to Elvis.”
She kissed my shoulder, tracing the ink lines down to my ass, and gave me a squeeze, making my dick twitch. Damn, the things this woman did to me.
I turned around and pulled her under the water spray. She laughed, lifting her head up to feel it against her face. I’ve seen her smile more in the last two days than in the entire month I’ve known her. It was intoxicating knowing I’d helped put it there.
I rubbed shampoo in her long dark hair and massaged her scalp. She sighed with pleasure.
“I’ve never felt so much freedom as I did yesterday after they put that makeup on. I didn’t feel like I was hiding as I do with my mask. I felt like I was making what I had more beautiful. No wonder women wear makeup everywhere.”
“It was a pleasant surprise seeing you done up that way, but it wasn’t the makeup making you beautiful. It was the way you smiled. Your spirit just shined out from your eyes.” I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned down and kissed her thoroughly, remembering how beautiful she looked at the video shoot.
“How fun would it be to have different makeup on every day? Like I had a sun yesterday, I could get a moon tomorrow. Then when people see me, they’ll see me expressing myself through another form of art instead of the scars.”
I placed the soap in Elsie’s hands, hoping that was enough of a hint. I wanted to feel her hands on me, washing me. Taking the small bar of soap, she caressed my back and chest. It felt amazing, her hands on my body.
“Does this mean you’re going out in public more?” I asked with a smile.
She lifted one shoulder, noncommittally, looking at me from under her lashes. “Maybe…”
We finished up in the shower and toweled off. My eyes never left the delicate curves of her body. I shook my head. I had to focus on doing something or I’d try and talk her into bed again, and I knew she was sore.
“Let’s do some fun stuff today. Do you have to do anything?”
Elsie paused for a moment, thinking. She wrinkled her nose and shrugged her shoulders, her eyes uncertain. “Nothing important.”
“Nice. Well, get dressed. I’m taking my girl for a day out on the town,” I said, throwing on my clothes.
Elsie stood staring at me, the towel still wrapped around her body. When our eyes met, my breath caught. Her gaze was full of heat and need, traveling my entire body. My dick got hard again making me shuffle and adjust.
Stepping forward she reached out and drew her finger down my chest and bit her lip. Skyler’s Siren, indeed.
“I don’t think you fully comprehend what it takes to be my man if you’re trying to get me dressed when I’m so clearly in need of a good eight inches.” She let the towel slide off her body. She reached forward and palmed my stiff cock. “Of course, if you’re truly not up for it, I can take care of myself real quick while you Google directions to the nearest dildo store. Now that I’ve experienced what you have to offer I’m kinda hooked.”
That stopped me in my tracks. “Excuse me, little miss? I was trying to respect what I assumed was a sore vagina.” I dropped my pants and pulled her toward me. “But now you’ve left me no choice.” Stepping forward, I pinned her to the wall with my gaze. My cock stood at full attention, ready to be of service. “Turn around and spread those pretty thighs, El. You want balls deep? You got it.” My hand came down hard and cracked across her ass cheek as soon as her back was to me.
“Oh, God,” she moaned as I used my foot to kick her legs further apart.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard and so fucking good you’ll never want or need anything other than my cock.”
She blew the hair out of her face and grinned at me. “I doubt it.”
I narrowed my eyes. No. She. Didn’t. Reaching around her front, I grabbed her breasts, tweaking her nipples. “Be careful, little girl, you’ve unleashed the beast.” I spun us around and bent her over the side of the bed. Without preamble, I drove my cock into her, hard and fast.
Tattoos and Memories
Elsie
LA is a swamp.
It’s chock full of people, tourists, and locals alike. Everyone is in a rush to get somewhere. Driving is a pain in the ass. And everyone is gorgeous and self-important.
I did not like LA.
When Skyler asked me to spend the day with him, I almost said no. I still had the surgery consultation scheduled, but the urge to go through with it was a lot less after spending the night with Skyler. I was feeling more comfortable in my skin. All of my skin.
I wanted to be with Skyler, but going out into the smog and being annoyed didn’t sound like a lot of fun. But I found it difficult to be annoyed when I was with Skyler. He had such a unique way of looking at the world; he was excited about the little things and seemed genuinely interested in making sure I had the best experience.
He cared.
This tall, gorgeous sex god—a sex god who wanted me—cared.
Despite Skyler’s frown, I wore my mask. After I explained to him that his baseball cap and sunglasses was his version of a mask, he accepted my decision.
We left the hotel, ready to go when I got a rude surprise.
“What the hell is this?”
“It’s a motorcycle, El.”
“I don’t think so, Skyler. Do you know how dangerous those things are? There’re no airbags!” I stood my ground, hands on my hips, giving the best hell no stance that I could. As if my ass could take any more of a beating after being bent over the bed, not that I’m complaining but damn!
“They’re not the safest thing in the world, but do you really want to spend all day in LA traffic? It’s much easier to maneuver on Marilyn.”
“You named your motorcycle Marilyn?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Why Marilyn?”
“Because she’s a classy lady.” He grinned, and I could see the crinkles around his eyes behind his aviators. “Look, I have two helmets, and I promise to be very careful. Just try it and if it’s too crazy for you, we’ll take a cab if we go somewhere else, okay?”
I stared at the bicycle on steroids. It really was beautiful. A classic Harley Davidson, painted cherry red, with none of the bells and whistles.
I sighed.
Be brave…be bold…be badass.
“Okay, James Dean. Let’s do this!” I hopped on the bike behind him, took the helmet he provided, and slid it over my head, strapping in. Placing my boots on the pegs, I slid right up behind him, reached around, and held on tight. “Where to first, oh fearless leader?”
“Just you wait and see!” He grinned and puckered his lips, blowing me a kiss.
Off we went down the streets of LA, maneuvering around cars. We moved quickly. It amazed me how much faster it was than waiting in traffic in a standard vehicle.
The weather was amazing. A typical sunny fall day in California; not too hot or humid, just perfect for being outside without a jacket.
I could see why Skyler loved being on Marilyn. Zipping by everyone was a trip. Feeling the sun on my face, the wind in my hair, and his hard body against me was exhilarating. He picked up the speed on a straightaway and I whooped in excitement. Turning his head, he smiled, reaching down to pat my hands.
He took
me to the Santa Monica Pier, slipping into a parking space right by the pier because the motorcycle could go damn near anywhere.
“So? What did you think?” He asked as I dismounted, took off my helmet and handed it to him so he could stow it in his saddlebags.
“Okay, okay. Yeah. That was pretty damn amazing. I can definitely see the appeal.” I shook out my helmet hair and sighed with satisfaction.
The corners of his lips lifted into a smile. “I knew you’d like it!”
Skyler took my hand, guiding me down the pier. For someone living in or near LA most of her life, I had very little experience seeing the trendy tourist spots. Santa Monica Pier always seemed like something people did as an experience when they visited LA. Like Disneyland or the Hollywood sign. But being there and seeing all the fun carnival stuff made me feel like a kid again. Skyler bought us cotton candy and tickets for the Ferris wheel.
The wheel wasn’t as rickety as it looked and it offered a great midmorning view of the city and the ocean. I could smell the salty breeze in the air and watch people on the beach sunning or playing with their dogs. It was so…normal.
Skyler put his arm around me, holding me as the wheel turned. I lay my head on his shoulder and felt such ease.
“This is nice.”
“Yeah. I’ve always wanted to come here, but it was never Benny’s thing.”
“You two were quite the hetero-lifemates, weren’t you?”
“Yeah.” The sadness in his voice was palpable. “I mean, Camilla and I work really well together. And Jake and Zeke are pretty cool. I’d say we’re all friends. Like if I had a flat on the freeway, I could call them for help. But Benny and I went beyond all that. We were family.”
I thought about Amelia and how we weren’t as close growing up as we were now. After our mother died, we clung to each other. I could tell her anything and she’d be there in a heartbeat if something was wrong. I’d throw myself in front of a bus for her.
“Enough of that.” Skyler turned and kissed me, effectively ending the conversation. Which was fine by me because damn, he could kiss. Every time he touched me, my body lit up, and I felt more alive than ever.
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