by Jesse Jordan
“Thank you, Rocky,” Mr. Clearwater says, offering his hand. “I assume that you had something to do with this.”
“In more ways than you know, sir,” I reply, shaking his hand. “Actually, I feel like I owe you and Mrs. Clearwater an apology.”
“You got our daughter out of jail, and Larissa already told me that you and Cora.... well, she said that you might be in love. No apologies are necessary or wanted. Whatever else, just call me Bruce,” Mr. Clearwater says. “Please, welcome to my home.”
It's nearly three thirty before we get done telling Bruce and Larissa the details about what happened, and by the end, all four of us are yawning. Finally, Larissa stretches her arms overhead and smiles, her back cracking loud enough that I can hear it from the other side of the couch. “Okay guys, I think that's the signal that all of us should get some sleep. Rocky, you're perfectly welcome to stay here, if you'd like.”
“Thank you, Larissa,” I reply, still rolling the names around in my mouth. It seems strange, I've known them for a decade, and it's going to take time to think of them by their first names. “The couch is nice here.”
“Would you like to look in on Bella first?” Cora asks, taking my hand. “And then tomorrow... well, we'd originally planned to get together Friday night, but I think Sunday's a good day too.”
“That sounds perfect,” I reply. “Oh, remind me. Tomorrow we need to get together with Joey and Ian. They need to know about this too. Larissa, Bruce, thank you. And good night.”
Cora leads me towards the back of the house, leading me to a bedroom door. She opens the door carefully, the soft light from the hallway illuminating a sleeping little girl. I walk carefully in my socks towards the side of the bed and kneel down, looking at her. “Cora... she's beautiful.”
“She's amazing,” Cora reassures me as I stand up. “And the fact that you'll be here in the morning, she's going to probably wake you up to talk to you.”
“I can think of worse ways to get woken up,” I reassure her, pulling Cora into my arms. We kiss tenderly, and while my body stirs, I'm exhausted, it's been a very long day. Still, my cock twitches slightly, and when I cup Cora's backside, she purrs, her tongue tracing mine before we step back.
“You sure you don't want to join me in bed?” Cora asks. “No sex, but... just to feel you with me?”
I nod and look down at Bella. “Sunday night, maybe. But we have a little girl to think about, and she comes first.”
The late morning sunlight turns my eyelids red, and I open my eyes slowly, only to be surprised when a cherubic little face stares intently back at me from a distance of about six inches. “Uh... hi.”
Bella's face breaks into a grin, and she steps back. “Hi. You snore.”
I blink and start to stretch before my arms hit the back of the couch, and I remember where I slept. “Thanks, I guess. So, you're Bella, right? I'm Rocky.”
“I know, Mommy told me while you were sleeping,” Bella says, sitting down on the carpet. “Are you really a rock singer?”
I nod, tugging on my hair. “That's what this is for. They make us keep our hair long.”
Bella laughs, shaking her head. “No, they don't. You're silly. Lots of singers don't have long hair!”
“Oh? Name one,” I ask, levering myself to a sitting position. I'm still wearing the same jeans from yesterday, but at least I took off the belt and stripped down to my t-shirt before curling up with the blanket that I found waiting for me when I got back from Cora's room. I gotta thank Larissa for that.
“Billy Corgan,” Bella answers promptly, her face serious. “Are you really a rock singer?”
She's got me there. “I sure am. Tell you what, after I go use the toilet and maybe rinse out my mouth, we can check out the song that your Mommy helped me make. It's on YouTube.”
“First things first, we're going to get you some breakfast and a change of clothes,” Cora says from behind me, coming in from the kitchen area. She gives me a kiss and ruffles my hair. “Although it's closer to lunch.”
“Call it brunch then,” I counter, pulling Cora down onto the couch, where she curls up in my lap and kisses me again. I feel my now well-rested cock half harden under her squirming hips, and pull back, Cora chuckling as she feels it too. I look over at Bella, who's still watching us with an intent look on her face. “Uh, Bella, do you mind if I kiss your Mommy?”
“Nope. Lemondrop told me that her Mommy and Daddy kiss all the time. I'm going to go help Grandma.” Bella gets up off the carpet and goes into the kitchen, leaving me watching her in her jeans and pink t-shirt, confusion on my face.
“Lemondrop?” I ask, looking at Cora. “Friend from daycare?”
“It's Hollyweird, what can you say?” Cora chuckles, stroking my hair. “And she's a sweet kid, despite the name. I can't believe you're in this house like this. Oh, and Bella likes you. She said she likes the way you snore.”
“Never known that my snores are cute for kids before,” I reply, pulling Cora tighter. “As for being in your house, this is great. Bella's amazing. Uhm, would you mind later if we go by my parents' house, introduce you guys? Mom and Dad would love to meet Bella and... well, they don't know.”
“Oh, you're too good to tell your parents about the girl next door, huh?” Cora teases, smiling. “See who you go to bed with tonight, mister.”
I shrug, returning Cora's smile. “I wasn't sure how to really talk about it. You know, the whole intimate thing?”
“Then we can deal with that after brunch,” Cora says. “Come on, I hope you like bacon bits in your oatmeal.”
Starting with brunch, the whole day is magical. After brunch, we take Bella to my parents', where after a bit of a shock they both accept it quickly. Bella's a delight, and Mom and Dad both fawn over her, playing first in the backyard and then later in the living room while Cora and I look on. I talk with Ian, who says that Larry called him and Joey both. Ian's cool with it all, and he said he and Joey are fine with the idea. I'm reassured and glad that our schedules are a little more open now that we don't have to immediately take care of band business, and hang up Dad's home phone with a happy sigh. “Ah... that's a load off my mind.”
“Ian and Joey?” Cora asks, bringing me a drink. I nod, sipping it before I set it aside.
“They're fine with it. They'd like to sit in on the meeting with Larry, but I don't think that's unfair, you are going to be the manager for all three of us, right?”
“Totally fine with me,” Cora says, hugging me. “Rocky, you know, Bella's fine with your Mom and Dad, she's going to be going down for her nap soon. Would you... well, would you like to get away for a little while?”
I nod, reading Cora's eyes. “Of course, I would. In fact, I think I know just where to go.”
Bella yawns, and we go over, scooping her up. “Hey sweetie, would you like to take a nap here before we go out to dinner?” Cora asks. “Rocky already said that Krispy Bites are okay by him.”
“No Krispy Bites,” Bella says with another yawn. “Burgers.”
“We can do burgers, baby doll,” I reassure her, ruffling her hair. “Have you had a good day so far?”
“Uh-huh. I like you, you can date Mommy,” Bella says, causing Mom and Dad to laugh while Bella holds her arms up to Cora, who sweeps her up and carries her towards the back.
“The door on the left is Robert's,” Mom reminds her before turning to me, smiling. “Well, it took you two long enough.”
“What do you mean, Mom?” I ask, and Mom laughs. “What?”
“I've known that Cora's been crazy about you since she was fifteen,” Mom informs me, patting my cheek. “You have no idea how happy you've made me, seeing you two trying to make a go of it. Thank you, Robert.”
I hug Mom, giving her a kiss on the temple. “Thank you, Mom. For being patient with me.”
Cora comes out from the back, smiling. “She was asleep almost before she hit the pillow. So... Rocky, would you like to take a walk?”
“I'd love t
hat,” I reply, taking her hand. “How long is Bella normally down?”
“Today, with all this excitement? Let's give her ninety minutes,” Cora says.
Dad speaks up as he sits down in his favorite chair. He looks tired but excited. Part of me wonders if he hasn't been looking forward to being a grandfather, he certainly had fun today.
“You two take your time, if she wakes up early I think I'd like a little more playtime,” he reassures us. “Enjoy your walk.”
We leave the house still holding hands, and I reconsider for a moment about taking her to the garage, the place we spent so many hours together. I stop outside the open door, looking. “Too bad Mom and Dad put their cars back in there.”
Cora looks, and hums. She wraps her arm through mine and squeezes, a soft smile on her face. “You know, that garage has some of my happiest memories from my childhood? I fell in love with you in there.”
“I think I fell in love with you there too,” I muse, looking out of the corner of my eye at her. “All day today, I've been trying to pin down exactly the moment, and I can't. I just kept having flashbacks to playing in the garage or singing with just you or eating lunch in the band room over at SHS together. I don't think there's a single moment, but at the same time, I can't think of a moment, looking back, that I didn't love you. I just... I was too caught up in trying to become a rock star.”
Cora steps in front of me and puts her arms around my neck, looking up into my eyes. “I'm talking both as the woman who loves you and as your manager right now. I don't want you to give it up. We made magic together, and we will continue making magic together.”
“And if we argue or disagree?” I ask. “A lot of couples have problems working together because of that.”
“Then we disagree, we argue at work, and we make it up to each other at home,” Cora laughs. “Rocky, in all those flashbacks, do you remember some of the arguments we used to have about music or ideas for the Shattered Dreams? Yet, I still loved you the whole time. Even when you were being a stubborn, blind goof. And more importantly, you forgave me the moment you realized how I'd been hiding from you. So, what I want to do, Rocky Blake... is take a walk down to the canyon with you. I'd say the garage, even with the two cars in it... but I don't want your Mom to hear.”
The heat in her words adds to the anticipation in my mind and we start walking again, heading down the street towards the old trail into the canyon. There's no need for words as we make our way down the beginning of the trail, we just hold hands, until we reach the very bottom, and Cora turns to me, putting her arms around my neck. “My love.”
“My love,” I reply, picking her up. I carry her off the track and over to a rock that catches my eye, and grin, it's the perfect height. “You know, pretty soon we're going to have to make love in a real bed. Sound studios, canyons... we're very unusual.”
“It's only rock n' roll, but I like it,” Cora teases, pulling me in for a kiss. Her hands roam over my back, and I'm glad that I wore just a long-sleeved t-shirt and some casual athletic pants that I'd changed into after we brought Bella over, it allows me to quickly sit back and pull my shirt over my head, tossing it onto a nearby oak branch, my eyes fixed on her amazing blues.
I lean in for another kiss, letting my lips trail across to her ear, licking the perfect curve slowly before running my tongue around the inside of the shell, Cora moaning deeply as I do. Kissing down her neck, I lift her up again, cupping her ass through the casual sweats she's wearing. Squeezing her ass a little, my cock surges in my pants as I feel the silky skin, the perfect blend of firm and soft, the sexy contours of her body. Kissing down her neck, I squeeze and stroke her body, listening to the sounds she's making, focused on her, her pleasure my only concern.
Cora pushes me back, getting off the rock to kiss me again. “I dreamed of this,” she whispers, her hand slipping inside my pants to wrap around my cock and pulling it out. “I want you to watch.”
My eyes are locked on Cora as she leans against the rock, half squatting until her mouth is level with my cock, and she opens her mouth, her dark pink tongue dangling out. She teases me, pumping the shaft of my cock with her fist as she flicks her tongue almost over my cock, until with a naughty glint she drags her tongue over just the tip of my cock, swirling her tongue over the head and sending sparks shooting up my body. I lean forward and grab an overhead tree branch for balance, our eyes not losing each other as she slowly, torturously swallows my cocks, sliding her lips around my shaft and sucking. Her eyes almost glow in the dappled shade of the trees with love, desire, and naughtiness. She knows how good this feels to me, and as she starts to pull back, bobbing her head up and down on my cock, her tongue working invisible devilish magic on the underside of my shaft, I'm lost.
“Cora... oh fuck...” I groan, my hips starting to thrust. Cora keeps up, the warm rumble from her chest thrilling my cock. Cora reaches down between her legs, sliding inside her pants, and I can see the bulge as she starts rubbing herself, her moans mixing with her licks and sucks.
I'm trembling, nearly on the edge when Cora pulls her mouth off, grinning up at me. “Not this time, Rocky. I want you in... oh God... my pussy needs you...”
Cora stands up on shaky legs and kisses me again, my cock bouncing to my racing heart rate I'm so ready to blow. Pulling her hand from her pants she slides a finger under my nose and I can smell the warm, heady scent of her pussy, and I suck on her fingers, drunk off the taste of the woman I love. Cora watches before she kisses my cheek and then my ear, her breath pushing me past the point of all control. Grabbing her arms, I spin her around, pushing her body into the rock and grabbing her hair, pulling her head back.
“You're mine,” I growl in her ear, pushing her pants the rest of the way down. Her ass is creamy white and warm as I line myself up, my cock aching to plunge into her. “Say it!”
“Oh, God yes... I'm yours,” Cora moans, her eyes fluttering as I rub the head of my cock against the wet lips of her pussy. “Rocky... always yours.”
“Who's your man, forever?” I ask, tugging on her ponytail. I'm not normally this forceful, but I want Cora, and I can't fight this need to claim her. “Who do you belong to?”
“Rocky Blake,” Cora sighs happily. “I'm Rocky Blake's.”
“And I'm Cora Clearwater's,” I respond, sliding my cock inside her. Her pussy is tight and hot, like sinking into warm, clingy caramel that molds itself to my cock, my heart, and soul crying out in ecstasy as I thrust deeply, taking her. Both of us moan as I slide all the way in, my hips settling against her ass, fully joined with her. “My love... forever.”
The feeling of pleasure and loss that fills me as I pull back is exquisite, adding to the intensity as I drive in again, thrusting hard this time and smacking hard against her hips, jolting both of us and pushing her against the rock. I pull back and thrust a third time, her body wrapping around my cock and setting my nerves on fire. I growl in triumph, a feral smile on my face. “Yes!”
“Yes!” Cora replies, pushing back into me. I start thrusting, riding the tightness of her body and the warm curve of her ass, feeling her flesh wrap around my cock, tight and amazing. My nerves are on fire, and my hand tugs on her hair, pulling her closer to me. I take her, hammering her firm, supple body, my cock plunging in and out hard and fast. She's mine, I'm hers, and as I pump myself in and out over and over, I'm giving as much as I'm taking.
Cora's pussy tightens around my cock, and I'm groaning, trembling on the edge of coming, but she's not quite there yet. I hold back, my cock aching and my balls tingling as I thrust over and over into Cora's amazing body, my heart aching to please her. She squeezes tighter, and I can feel her also shaking, the first tremors of her orgasm starting.
“Rocky.... fu.. fu.. I'm...!” Cora starts, before her words are cut off, her breath catching before she lets out a primal scream, and I'm right behind her, my cock exploding deep inside her. I bellow to the afternoon sky, instinct making me call out that this is my woman, my mate, my life
and my love. My knees shake with the power of my orgasm, and the local wildlife falls totally silent as my cry echoes through the canyon, evaporating in the cool winter air.
I can barely hold myself up, sagging against Cora's body, the rock holding both of us up, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight. “My love, my love,” I whisper over and over. “My love forever.”
We stay there like that until a hawk screams above us, reminding us that we're not alone, and I stand up, still holding her close to me. My cock slips out, soft now after coming, and I sigh happily. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Cora whispers, turning around and hugging me. “I don't want to go back yet though.”
I check my watch and see we still have a little bit of time on Bella's nap. “We don't have to. We should probably pull our clothes back on though. Are... are you okay? I was pretty rough.”
Cora chuckles, and strokes my face, looking into my eyes. “Yes, my love. I'm more than okay. Your words, my words... thank you. One question. Uh... do you think your Mom heard? I'm not sure how she'd handle us being sexual. You know, church-wise?”
I shake my head and kiss her nose. “Mom will deal with it. Nobody and I mean nobody, is going to come between us ever. I love you, and I'm quickly starting to love Bella too. In fact, since I haven't been there yet, I was wondering... whose apartment is bigger, yours or mine?”
“Yours, for sure,” Cora says with a smile. “Why, do you want us to move in?”
“Until we can find someplace for the three of us, sure. So, Cora Clearwater, would you and Bella like to move in together?” I ask, smiling at her.
Cora nods and wraps her arms around my waist. “Rocky Blake, you have yourself a couple of roommates.”
Epilogue
Cora
The Los Angeles Coliseum. Host of two Olympics, the first Super Bowl, dozens of other major sporting events, and more. Tonight, it's ours. Standing in the wings with Bella, I understand the look on her face as she looks out into the stands. The Fragments have pulled almost sixty-seven thousand people to their show, and as the last of the sunset fades and the stadium lights take over, we feel the immense weight of the fans who are here to see the guys.