He leans in and I feel my heart about to beat out of my ribcage.
My eyes close and I feel the heat of his breath causing my lips to part slightly.
I know I’m getting wet below and I quickly bite my lips in anticipation of what’s about to happen above.
My head is spinning and I’m ready, waiting, willing him to come closer.
And then I feel the gentleness of his lips on mine as we kiss for the first time.
My knees go weak and I wonder how I’m able to bring this man to his knees as well when his lips break from mine and he’s down on the floor face to face with my pussy.
His head dives into my midsection almost knocking me off balance, but his hand comes around grabbing my ass hard steading me as I feel his tongue flick open my folds before it dives deep only to come out again and then lick straight up finding my clit.
My knees shake and there’s no way I can stay standing.
I let my weight go and feel him scoop me up, still tasting me as he carries me over to the bed as I’m suspended well over six feet in the air before he lays me down and continues pleasing me with his mouth.
I grab the sheets off the bed and my eyes open for a second seeing his picture on the poster on my wall before they move to him.
It’s so surreal, but I don’t even care. I can’t process anything logical at all when he flips my clit and then rubs it around inside his mouth sending me to the edge.
“I’m c-,” I moan before my mouth is quickly met with a pillow. I bite down hard unable to breathe from the climax and lack of oxygen.
A few seconds later I pull the pillow off and try and catch my breath. Am I crazy or did the lack of air only heighten the experience? I wouldn’t know because I have nothing to compare this orgasm with.
It was my first and was it ever intense.
His body slides up the bed and he mounts me before he flips me over with one hand causing the bed to shake.
I feel his teeth on my earlobe as he nibbles before moaning into my ear, “You’re mine now. All mine forever.”
My ass arches up readying for him and I feel the head of his rock hard cock line up with my opening.
“Tell me how much you want this,” he says.
“I want it. I want you. All of you.”
“Once I have you and you have me there’s no going back. I’m yours and your mine forever. Damn the consequences.”
“Yes. I want that,” I say. “Give it to me.”
He moans again but this time his exhale carries through into a light hip thrust and I feel the head of his cock slide inside me causing my eyes to close and my mouth to open as I gasp out in pleasure mixed with a tinge of pain.
But pleasure wins out as I dig my knees into the mattress and push my body back forcing more of his cock inside of me opening me wider.
“Oh yes. Oh yes,” I say.
I feel his cock slide back but never fully leave me before he slides in again filling even more of me as I press my ass into his finally finding his hips.
His hands grab my hips hard and he starts moving in and out of me even faster and faster and any thoughts of pain are immediately gone as I feel a sense of euphoria.
“I’m going to come inside you,” he says.
“Fuck me,” I whimper. “Fill me.”
A deep guttural sound comes from within his belly and as his hips slap into my ass I suddenly notice the missing feeling of his balls which have pulled up in anticipation of what I know is coming next.
But before he can fill me with his juices I erupt on his cock my walls clamping down on him hard just before I feel his warm gift enter me.
“Aaaaah!” I moan completely uncaring of where I am, who’s around, or what in the heck is going on…mostly because I have no idea. I’m completely lost in the moment and he’s completely lost inside of me.
I feel his cock twitch again and then again as my pussy milks him for everything he’s got before suddenly I feel his entire weight collapse on top of me pushing me into the mattress causing the bed to sway…and then.
Crack!
The bed breaks to a loud thunder of cheap wooden slats crashing to the floor followed by a thud of the footboard.
“Oh shit!” I say.
I feel his cock slide out of me and a popping sound and I immediately feel like there’s a void inside me. Like he belongs in me permanently.
But we have no time for that right now.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Everything okay in there?”
“Yeah! One second. Just need to get dressed,” Hendrix says. “Too big for the bed.”
I run for the closet and Hendrix slides on a pair of underwear and then his jeans.
I can see through the slats in the closet as he opens the door and is face to face with my dad.
“Nightmares?” he says.
“Quite the opposite,” he says.
“Huh?” my dad says as he shoots him a confused look. I try not to laugh, glad that Hendrix said what he did, but any thoughts of laughter quickly disappear when light floods the room.
I step back from the closet door and watch as my dad assesses the damage.
I can barely see from this distance, but I see my sister and mom join in the fray.
Oh no.
“We can fix it in the morning,” my dad says.
“Where’s Hope?” my mom says.
“Must not have woke her up,” my dad says.
“She’s not on her mattress,” my sister says.
“Maybe she’s in the bathroom or on the couch,” my mom says. “Hope?” she says as she steps out of my room.
Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.
“Yeah, we’ll get it fixed up in the morning. I’m never buying from that store again. Should have known not to buy a bed online.”
“It’s fine, Steven,” Hendrix says. “I’ll be back asleep in under a minute. Probably won’t even remember this in the morning.”
Hendrix flips the lights off, but my dad quickly flips them back on.
“You can’t sleep on this. Let me get another air mattress out of the closet.”
“I can sleep on the couch,” Hendrix says stepping in front of him.
I slide into the corner of the closet, but it’s too small.
“Hope’s down there. You obviously can’t sleep with her,” my dad says.
“She’s not down there,” my mom says from the doorway. She must have already gone downstairs and checked.
“Not in my room either,” my sister says.
“Where in the heck can she be at this hour? Out meeting up with some boy? She better hope not,” my dad says as he pulls open the closet door.
My stomach drops like I’m riding a roller coaster straight down after a big ascent. But this is not amusing one bit. This is real life.
He sticks his hand in the closet and it’s coming right at my face when at the last second I see Hendrix’s hand grab his wrist and move it to the side.
“Let’s handle this in the morning, Steven. Really. I’m fine.”
There’s an eerie silence and I can’t really see what’s going on because I can’t see their faces.
But I can imagine.
Suddenly my dad starts tearing through the closet, but I can feel it’s more than that.
The coat in front of me slides sideways on the rack and I cower in the corner trying to cover my privates as I see Hendrix grab my dad by the waist trying to pull him back.
“You son of a bitch!” my dad says.
Chapter Ten
Hendrix
Six weeks later
The crowd is chanting for an encore, but they’ll have to wait. I run backstage and send an SMS to Hope. I’ve sent hundreds and they’ve gone unreturned, but tonight I’ve got something special planned.
This is for you. Send.
I know she’s at home watching, or somewhere where she can watch if her dad’s managed to take away all her alternatives. I want her to know what we had isn’t a one night thing. It�
��s more. Way more. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since I got thrown out of their house in the middle of the night a month and a half ago. I walked all night to a dinner and waited until the next morning to try and go back to their house.
Steven wasn’t having it. He was standing in the front yard with a freaking butcher’s knife in his hand like he knew I’d be coming back. Then again we’ve been friends so long he should know me by now.
Know I’m not the kind of guy to give up on anything.
And I’m certainly not giving up on us. And by us I mean our friendship or what I feel for his daughter.
There are millions of dollars and people’s livelihoods which translate to their lives on the line with this concert tour. I’d cancel the damn thing tomorrow if it wouldn’t negatively affect so many people. Just cancel it and stand out front of their house until she came out.
Just sit on the cold, wet grass at night and strum songs for her until she at least came to her window.
But I can’t. So I’ll do it here.
I grab a chair from backstage and carry it onto the stage.
The crowd goes wild, especially the women. The chair on the stage isn’t a new trick. The ladies know I’m going to pick somebody out of the audience to come up here and have me sing to them.
But tonight that somebody isn’t in the audience.
“Ladies and gentleman,” I say and the roars of the women hit a level louder than I’ve ever experienced at an outdoor summer concert.
“I’m saving this chair for somebody real special.” I watch as the ladies stare at me with baited breath, their hands clasped in front of their chests. But I’m not trying to fool anyone or lead anyone on.
“And that someone isn’t here tonight so I’m just going to have to imagine she is. I’m going to sing to that chair, knowing her spirit is here.”
I’m a huge Clint Eastwood fan, and my fans know it. I can already see the memes hitting the Internet tonight comparing my talking to the chair performance to his a few years back.
But this is totally different. I’m not a political kind of guy at all. All I want in this world is a little peace and quiet and a place for us to enjoy it together. Strange that I should pick a sold out stadium, but this is my only shot at getting through to her right now.
“This song is a new one. It’s called Hope. And I’ve got a whole lot more for my Hope. I’ve got a promise that I’m going to come for her and make her mine forever.”
I think my line blows right over most people’s heads, but a few connect the dots from that paparazzi type moment we had back in her small town.
I hit the first chord on my guitar and sing from the heart.
I really get into my music. It’s personal and emotional and I think that’s why people connect with it. But this is next level.
I’ve never put so much of myself into a song and when I’m done I literally feel like I’m on stage completely alone, bared for the world to see.
For her to see.
It takes me a good ten or twenty seconds to right myself, remembering I’m on tour, but when I do I turn to the crowd and see tears in their eyes and smiles on their faces.
I get the loudest ovation I’ve ever received in my entire career.
And it’s too much. I turn to walk off the stage and I see even my band members look like they’ve been peeling onions all day long…at least that’s what they’ll tell me if I question them about their watery eyes after the show.
But I’ll never do that. Because I know the pain I’m feeling now and it hurts me the most.
And as loud as the ovation is that I’m receiving right now, it’s nothing without her to share it with.
Nothing without her.
Chapter Eleven
Hope
I unplug the earphones I had in and slide the sheet off of my head to take a quick breath of air before I slide it back on top.
I watch as Hendrix walks off stage and the tears come running down my face.
Thankfully the time difference, and the cheap mobile phone my friend picked up for me, allowed me to watch the show tonight.
It was hard to watch and even harder when he came out for that encore.
But I can’t risk crying out loud now. And I can’t pull the sheet off my head as the light the little phone emits will shine out my window and under the door and my parents will know I’ve been able to get a mobile device back in my hands.
They took the one I had after the incident with Hendrix. Here I am, twenty-two-years-old and without a mobile phone.
My mom or dad drive me to and from my job waitressing each and every day making sure I don’t try and run off or do anything else.
I feel like I’m in prison, all because my dad thinks I’m not an adult.
This isn’t his generation. Not anymore. I can choose who I want to be with and when and where I want to be with them.
And if I keep up my double shifts I’ll have enough money to get out to California right when his tour ends.
Wouldn’t that be a surprise? I want to just show up at his front door and see the surprise and joy on his face and feel his big, strong arms wrap around me again knowing this time they’ll be there to surround and protect me forever.
My protector. My super singer. My manly man.
I shut down my phone and roll over onto my stomach so I can slide my phone under the mattress until I can take it out again.
As I extend my arm around the side of the bed I notice my boob hurts like heck when it presses into the bed.
I think I may have overstretched my arm too, but jeez…what’s up with my breast? Make that breasts.
I notice it in my other as I roll back in the other direction and decide to sleep on my back.
I stare up at the ceiling and then look towards the spot on my wall where his poster was, before my dad removed it.
He may have been able to remove the poster of him, but he’ll never remove the visual memory I have when he was here in my bed with me.
And as much as I enjoyed that hot passionate sex, I wish we had more time that night.
It’s not that I didn’t enjoy each and every minute of it, but the thing I want most of all now is to make love to him.
Because I love him more than anything in the world.
Chapter Twelve
Hendrix
Six more weeks later
“We got another one boss?” Gus, my security guard, says.
“They don’t even wait these days. It’s like they know the second you arrive back home.”
“Social media’s to blame. That’s why I won’t let my kid go on it at all. Want me to get this one not so nicely to leave and never come back?”
I look at Gus and exhale hard my cheeks puffing out.
“Nah. Be nice, especially if it’s a woman or a kid. They are fans after all. Without them I wouldn’t have a career.”
“You’re too nice, boss. You can’t give them hope. Gotta stop them before they get worse.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right but let’s err on the side of caution and friendliness.”
“Okay. You’re writing the checks,” he says.
Gus is some ex-special forces trained killer type. He’s great to have around the house but sometimes I need to remind him that Newport Beach, California isn’t exactly a combat zone. It’s mostly wealthy people with boats and some tourists looking for a photo op with a celebrity. Violent crime is almost unheard of, and I’m big enough to protect myself if someone ever did find themselves inside the house. Gus just serves as a first line of defense and allows me to relax in my house in peace, which is priceless especially after completing such a grueling road touring schedule.
“You there, Eagle,” comes in over the walkie-talkie on the kitchen counter.
“Eagle here,” I say. We use Eagle as a not so super secretive call sign. No point in confirming my name to someone who thinks they might be in the right place or broadcasting it over an easily hacked radio frequency for everyone
to hear.
“Young woman. Twenty-two years old. Says she knows you,” Gus says.
“Hendrix!” I hear her yell in the background.
Hope!
“I’m coming right out!” I yell into walkie-talkie.
“Stay in the house, Eagle,” Gus yells into the walkie-talkie just before it hits the floor and smashes into hundreds of little pieces.
I dart out through the front door and off the front patio and clear the three-foot concrete barrier like I’m going for gold in the Olympic hurdles.
I scoop her up in my arms before Gus even has a chance to do anything to either of us.
“Be careful, boss! She might be packing.”
“She’s packing all right. Packing one hell of a kiss,” I say as I lean in and plant my lips on hers and feel that rush of electricity hit my mouth and extend right through my body all over again.
The sun shines down on us. There’s a light ocean breeze in the air. And I don’t have a care in the world anymore.
My baby’s back in my arms and this time she’s not going anywhere.
Chapter Thirteen
Hope
He scoops me up off the sandy shore of Newport Beach and kisses me with a hunger like he’s wanted me this entire time, and like he’s never forgot what he lost.
It feels incredible to be loved again…to be with him again…and to be here.
“You came,” he says.
I nod.
“Did you see my performances for you,” he asks. After the first encore to an empty chair for me he made it part of the act at the rest of his tour stops.
“Every last one.”
“Damn, I can’t tell you how happy I am right now. Let’s get inside.”
He carries me into the house and motions to the security guy that now would be a good time to patrol the outside perimeter…for awhile.
He needs some alone time with his girl. We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.
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