Now I’m even more afraid to ask her to join me on the road, because if she won’t I don’t know what I’m going to do. I need her now, like I’ve never needed anyone. It’s almost unfair how much I need her.
A little while ago, she had to leave me to go across the way to the restroom and the bed felt cold and lonely without her in it. I don’t know what has happened to me. I was the rock star who played the field, never looking to settle down.
It’s completely crazy how quickly things have changed and thankfully it seems they’ve changed for Peyton as well.
She loves me!
A nice, normal girl loves me. It’s so unbelievable! I have something more that I want to give her now and I wonder how she’ll take it. I wonder if she wants the same thing I want. I find myself afraid to ask her anything.
If she turns me down, I feel I might break apart inside. As if the word, ‘no’ could really hurt someone, but somehow if it comes from her sweet lips I feel as if it will devastate me.
An odd scratching sound comes from the edge of the tent and as I listen to what it might be, Peyton springs to life in my arms, sitting straight up in the bed.
“What’s that?” she whispers, her eyes wide and full of fear.
I pull her back to lie down, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her to lie her head on my chest.
“Don’t worry, it can’t get in whatever it is.”
“You don’t know that.” She shivers a little. “Everything out here has sharp claws and teeth.”
The sound gets a little louder and moves to another part of the tent. Whatever the little creature is, it definitely wants in.
“Shoo,” I say.
It claws at the tent worse. I guess it wants to meet us.
“Kip, make it go away,” Peyton whines.
“I did not see you as a girl who gets scared over a little rodent,” I say as I get up and kick at the place in the tent where the thing is scratching at it.
My foot hits it and it snorts and makes a grunting sound and pushes back at me. “Well, look at that crap!” I pull on my trunks and go to unzip the tent only to find Peyton wrapped around me.
“No!” she whisper-shouts. “It might get in and it sounds big. I bet it’s a bear.”
“There are no bears here,” I tell her as I put my hands on her narrow shoulders and place her back on the bed. “I know because I asked the park ranger about all the animals we could expect to encounter here and no bears were mentioned.”
“Probably because he was afraid we would leave,” she hisses.
The thing pushes at the tent again and I quickly unzip the door and step out to see about fifteen wild hogs gathered around our campsite, munching out on the bag of marshmallows that we had left out. One looks up with a chocolate candy bar in its mouth. Large tusks come up on either side of its mouth and I’m glad Peyton can’t see them or she’d freak.
“What is it?” she asks from the confines of the tent.
I stomp and clap and the damn things just look at me. “Go on! Get out of here!” I wave my arms.
The one closest to me makes a loud snort and takes a step towards me. Peyton peeks out the door and sees the animals. She makes a shrieking sound that curdles my blood and sends the pigs running for their lives. I turn and smile at her as she continues to belt out the loud scream.
“You can stop now. You scared them away. Great job, sweetheart!”
Her face is pale and I see quite a few flashlights come on at other campsites. She moves back from the door so I can come back inside.
“That was a pack of wild hogs, Kip. Why did you stay out there with them? They could have ripped you to shreds.”
I put my arm around her and she’s shaking like a leaf. I laugh. “They were more worried about eating your chocolate bars and the marshmallows than bothering me.”
“They ate my chocolate?” she asks with a high squeak in her voice. “The bastards!”
Dropping my trunks I climb back into the bed and laugh. “You crack me up, love.”
“Well, the next time an animal comes up here, don’t go out there like that. You scared me half to death.” She cuddles up to my side and takes in a deep breath.
“Okay, let’s go back to sleep then. Surely your shriek scared every living creature out of these woods for the rest of this night anyway.” I kiss her forehead. “Tell me how many times you’ve screamed today.”
“Way too many,” she says then she leaves a soft kiss on my chest. “Except for the good screams. You can’t have too many of those.”
“No, you can’t.” I agree and tighten my arm around her shoulders.
Peyton
Little kisses wake me up as birds chirp in the cool morning air. I stretch and yawn. I’m not a morning person and we’ll see if Kip still loves me after this. I left a bottle of water on the floor on my side of the bed and reach out and take a long drink. He holds his hand up for me to give him a drink and I hand it to him. He finishes it off and puts the empty bottle on the floor.
I wipe my eyes and lie back and smell coffee coming from another nearby camp sites. “Yuk, coffee,” I say.
“It smells good,” Kips says and pulls me back to him.
A hard lump presses against my butt as his hand runs over my stomach and he kisses the back of my neck.
“I hate waking up to that smell, it reminds me of my parents’ house.”
“Don’t worry, I go out and get my coffee so it’ll never wake you up at our house,” he says and runs his hand up to grab a handful of boob. A gentle squeeze he gives it.
The words he said are not lost on me. “Our house?”
“Umm, hmm…,” he moans as he runs his hand back down to stroke my personal pleasure spot and my stomach tightens immediately.
Heat fills me and I find myself pressing my back against his front as I stretch out and move my leg a little to give him better access to me. The pressure at my rear grows, and he moves back and forth against it.
He turns me onto my back and smiles down at me. His soft hair flows over his tanned cheeks, stubble covers his handsome face and my heart beats hard at just how perfect he is. “Mornin’ love.”
“Good morning to you,” I say with a smile. “I’ve never had a good morning. Most suck.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he whispers and kisses me lightly on the lips.
My arms go around his neck and pull him closer to me. His body moves over mine and as he lowers himself to me, I spread my legs to allow him in. My body hurts, but it’s the best kind of pain that I’ve ever felt.
The large tip of his cock touches the tender edges of my vagina and I stiffen at the sensations. He pulls his mouth from mine and looks at me. “This will get better with time, love, I promise.”
He kisses me again, but hard this time and slides into me as I moan and try not to think about how much it burns. I feel raw and the first few strokes send tears streaming down my cheeks. Slow, hot kisses he trails from my mouth down my cheek and to the juncture between my shoulder and neck. Soft nips he gives me as he slowly slides in and out of me.
His teeth bite my flesh which is beginning to feel hot under his mouth. My body aches for him and I arch up to meet every stroke as he fills me completely.
“Oh, baby, you feel so damn good,” he moans against my neck as he makes long strokes that make my stomach flutter.
His body is hot and sweat makes our bodies slip against each other and our breaths grow ragged and his is so hot on my neck. His chest slides back and forth against mine and the little hairs on his rub my nipples, making them hard. His body pushes mine into the mattress which seems to be losing air with every thrust he makes.
Harder he pounds into me and the air seems to push from my lungs as he moves faster. I can’t think about anything but him and how damn hot he is as he looks at me, watching me for my reaction to what he’s doing. I grab a handful of his silky hair and pull his face to mine and kiss him.
His tongue darts into my mouth and moves the
same way his large, hard dick is moving in and out of me. Little quakes start deep inside me and I’m falling apart before I know it. Then so is he as he pushes hard and fast and pulls his mouth from mine as he lets it all go and moans, “God, Peyton, I love you.”
Heat fills me as my body pulses around his. He groans as he falls onto me, his full weight on me and I love it. I love the way it seems to envelop my entire body, making me feel as if we are one and the same.
Sticky wetness is what I feel as he makes small strokes until we both stop pulsing against each other. He kisses me behind the ear. “I love you,” he whispers.
“I love you,” I tell him then kiss the top of his shoulder.
As we lie here in complete satisfaction, a tiny cry creeps into our tent. Some woman shushes the baby and my wheels begin spin. He looks at me and smiles then kisses me again.
“Isn’t this a nice way to start the day, love?”
I narrow my eyes at him and say, “I feel a lot different than the three times we did this last night. I feel wet and sticky. Why is that?”
I know why, but I want him to tell me. His eyes go wide.
“Shit! I forgot to put one on.”
He rolls off me and grabs a towel and begins to wipe me off as if that’s going to help a damn thing.
“Stop!” I shout. “Just stop, it’s too late and that won’t help anyway. Shit, Kip!”
I grab my bathing suit and tie it back and then pick up my bag full of toiletries and unzip the tent door.
“Where are you going?” he asks.
“To take a shower,” I say then walk out, pissed beyond all reason.
Kip
I’ve fucked up and Peyton is not talking to me as we drive back to Austin. She’s scared shitless about my little slip up, but I can’t really understand why. She won’t talk to me about it and I find it odd.
Reaching over, I run my hand over her knee. “Where’s that smile my summer girl had all day yesterday?”
Her head snaps to look at me. “Your summer girl?”
“I didn’t mean anything bad by that. Why the attitude, love?” I pull my hand from her knee as I fear she may attempt to break it.
“Why the attitude?” her arms fly up in the air and I see the person in the car next to us on the freeway look over at her. “No reason, Pop Rock, my little summer lover. No damn reason at all!”
“Summer lover?” I ask and start to think she must think this is just temporary which I don’t want at all. “This is much more than that, Peyton. I thought you understood that.”
“All I really understand is that you have to leave tomorrow and my life is supposed to begin and now, well now it may be out of my hands.” She looks away from me and as she does I see a tear trail down her pink cheek from under her sunglasses.
“Don’t cry, love. I’ve been wanting to ask you something and was afraid to, but I will now so you’ll understand.” I wipe the tear away and take her chin to make her look at me. “I want us to be exclusive.”
“Okay, so that’s great and all, but are we to have a long-distance relationship. One where you get mobbed by women who throw themselves at you constantly and I’m supposed to sit back at home and pretend you won’t ever do a thing with any of them. Even though your band mates set your ass up all the time?” She jerks her head out of my grasp and looks away again.
“I want you to come with me. That’s what I wanted to show you, I want to buy a bus for just you and me.” I take her hand and kiss it. “I don’t want to spend another night without you, love.”
Slowly she turns to look at me. “Are you being serious?”
“Completely,” I answer and smile.
Her face still holds no smile, nor a frown either so that’s good, I think. She pulls her shades down and looks at me. “Kip, did it ever occur to you that I have a career to start my own self?”
“You can write anywhere, pet,” I say.
“I have an interview with an agent at the end of June. I have to be around to make it to that. Where is it you’ll be at the end of June, might I ask?” Her lips are pressed tightly together and wrinkles form around her mouth.
“Washington state, but you can fly back to make that meeting.” I look at her and my heart starts to grow fluttery in my chest as she seems like she’s going to tell me no and that may very well end me.
“So, you really think my family is going to go along with this. I just met you, and there is no way in hell my family will allow me to run off with you after knowing you three damn days!” She looks away again.
My heart stops beating. “But, I love you and you told me that you love me. Do you really or was it what you thought I wanted to hear?”
Her head slowly turns back, and she reaches out and strokes my cheek. “I do love you, that wasn’t a lie. But, Kip, we can’t run off together. My family would completely flip out.”
I may completely flip out if I have to leave her behind!
“I don’t want to be without you,” I tell her and hope she can wrap her head around it. “Did you not love waking up in my arms? Because I loved it, Peyton. I don’t want to spend one night without you.”
“Of course I loved it, Kip. Don’t think I didn’t, but the reality is we have very different lives and families. Mine won’t understand or allow it,” she says then places her hands in her lap and starts to lace and unlace her fingers nervously.
“You are no child, Peyton. You can do what you want to. If you’re worried they’ll cut off any money they give you, don’t be. I have more than enough to take care of you,” I say and wish to retract my words and say it very differently as her face goes red.
Her voice goes nearly as high as when she screamed about the wild hogs.
“Take care of me! Now, see here, mister, I am not a person who wishes to be taken care of by a man. I want to make my own living and my own way in this world. My parents and brothers have ran me and now I want the chance to run my own life. Not switch from them to you.”
“Jesus, Peyton, you don’t have to yell. You can talk to me, tell me what you want in life and I can help you. I’m not trying to take a thing from you, only help you out. Once you start selling books you will have your own money.” I pause and look over at her as she starts to bite at her fingernails.
“They won’t let me go with you,” she says. “And what about what you did to me?”
“What I did to you?” I ask as I pull off on the exit to my hotel.
Her arms fly around again. “Yeah, Romeo, you came inside me. You may have knocked my ass up. So what are we going to do about that?”
I laugh and run my hand along her taut jawline. “Marry me, love. I want no other. No one else can make me feel like you do.”
Her head turns slowly towards me and I hope she smiles. “I’m not marrying the first guy I’ve ever fucked.”
My world stops turning and my heart blows apart. “Fucked?” I ask nearly breathlessly.
“Made love to,” she says callously. “Whatever you want to call it. You’ve had tons of sex with countless women. I have you and that’s all. I have nothing to compare that to. What I felt with you may be what I feel with someone else as well. How do I know it’s you who I’m meant to be with for the rest of my life?”
“How do you know it’s not?” I ask and feel shell shocked.
I thought she loved me…
Peyton
Kip drags me up to his hotel room to talk. He seems to think he can convince me to completely upset my family and go on tour with him. He holds me tight around my waist as we get off the elevator and low and behold his band mate, Bobby, is walking out of his room with a hot redhead under his arm.
Once she sees Kip, she breaks away from Bobby and smiles at Kip. “Hi, we’ve been waiting to party with you, Kip. Where have you been?”
I look up at him as I see a grimace move over his face. “You know her?” I ask.
“No, I don’t.” Kip looks at Bobby. “Keep your piece in check, mate.”
Bobby grabs the girl by her wrist. “Can’t you see he’s with someone? Are you dense?”
“See, I told you that’s how things will be, Kip,” I snap.
Bobby stops and looks at me. “Why are you talking to him like that, girl?”
“Don’t,” Kip says and pulls me as he walks away from Bobby who looks back at us.
“Whipped already, bloke?” he shouts.
Kip shoots the finger at him before he opens his door. I look back to see Bobby shaking his head as he wraps his arm around the cheap tramp and walks away.
“That’s exactly why this won’t work out,” I say as he leads me inside.
He shuts the door and pushes me against it. “Come with me. Then we will be together all the time and those groupies that bother me will disappear.”
His breath is hot on my face and he looks nearly desperate.
“I can’t.”
His forehead leans against mine. “Peyton, I need you. I’ve never needed anyone, but I need you, baby.”
“Look, we can try to make this work, but I can’t go with you. I have to get my own life going,” I tell him.
“And I want that life to be interlocked with mine,” he says as he runs his hand over my cheek. “I love you, I want you with me.”
“My, God, you’re intense,” I say. “Who does what you’re asking me to do, Kip?”
“I don’t care what other people do.” He pushes his body against mine and kisses me hard. My arms run around him almost instinctively and I kiss him back. He pulls his mouth away, leaving me gasping for air. “I’ll get you a ring and take you back to your parents’ house and ask you father if I can marry you, if that will help you to decide to stop being a baby and come with me.”
“A baby!” I push at his chest for him to let me go, but he doesn’t. “It’s not being a baby to not run off with you!”
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