Sing To Me: A Glory Days Production

by Hissong, Theresa

  I don't know how much resting we were going to do.

  Chapter 7

  Ash

  We were almost late for the Meet and Greet. I'd kept Mary in bed until the absolute last minute. She was back in leather pants but now in one of our concert shirts she'd gotten a few years ago. The thing was worn and she'd cut off the sleeves and ripped the neckline down to expose her voluptuous breasts. I wanted to kill every motherfucker who looked at her.

  We arrived right about the time the radio station was done setting up. She kissed my cheek and started to walk away, but I stopped her and said. "Stay where I can see you." She nodded and walked over to David. He smiled a warm fatherly smile at her and I knew he too was hooked. There was something about Mary Montclair that just made you want to love her, protect her.

  An executive from record label, Drake Porter, showed up and shook all our hands. I didn't know he was going to be here tonight. This was a surprise. "Hey man," he smiled, raising his hands in defense. "I was in town and thought I'd stop by and check on y'all." He was a friend and was nothing like the higher ups. Drake was really good at translating a bunch of rock n' rollers offensive language into demands or request with the suits that headed the label, all the while jumped through hoops for everyone he signed.

  "Awesome." I said. "Are you staying for the show?" He looked around and nodded when his eyes landed on Liana he smiled and pointed in her direction.

  "Yes, brought a chic back here for an autograph, but told her she had to stay in line. I see Liana's here, and she brought a friend."

  "That's Mary and she's like family. No need to worry." Coraline came by and dropped a stack of group glossy photos and a handful of Sharpie markers for us to use.

  "Cool, cool," he mumbled and finally finished. "Alright, y'all have a good show tonight."

  Drake left us and walked toward the girls. I narrowed my eyes and wondered what he was saying to them. Mary reached out and shook his hand, smiling, but it didn't reach her eyes. I was beginning to realize that was her uncomfortable smile she used when she was trying to be polite.

  Needing the excuse to be with her, I grabbed a box of shirts and dug out a small in every style and took them over to her. With her rack, she probably needed a medium, but the thought of seeing the band's name tight against her breasts did something to my insides.

  "Hey," I said as I approached. "You said you wanted a shirt."

  "Ash, I only needed one, not," she counted them. "Four."

  "Your record dude is a real slime ball, Ash." Liana screwed up her face and continued. "He asked me how I was doing then wanted to know if I wanted a drink. When I said no, he turned to Mary and asked her. What a douche!"

  "Well he won't be around long," I said, reaching out for Mary's hand. It was warm. Concerned I reached up and touched the side of her face. "You feel warm."

  "Just a little hot," she sighed. "Feeling pretty good."

  Liana left us alone to go see her brother. I took that moment to pull Mary against me and cup her jaw. "I'm going to miss you. Will you hate me if I call you every day?" I kissed her soft lips and pressed my forehead to hers.

  "Miss you too...call me anytime," she paused and coughed. I looked over her shoulder and David was already on his way. I mouthed water and he grabbed a cooler. He thrust it into my hand and I opened it for her.

  "Drink," I commanded. In between coughs Mary would sip maybe a half of a teaspoon. By the time she was done, I bet she'd only had a tablespoon of water. She had to be dehydrated. "You need to drink more."

  "Gatorade's better," she rasp, her breathing getting shallower. I turned her around and walked her into our dressing room. David was right behind us on the phone with Coraline making the request.

  "Angel, what can I do?" She smiled sweetly as I knelt before her. She was sitting on the plush leather couch with her hands rested in her lap. She looked fragile.

  "You...perform," she stopped to catch her breath. "This will pass...need time."

  Coraline made her appearance and took in my hovering over Mary. She smiled and came forward. "Hey, Mary. I'm Coraline." Mary just held up her hand and smiled. She accepted the bottle of grape Gatorade and opened the lid.

  She still took baby sips, but moaned and smiled, "Love grape." We all chuckled and I swore that if she love grape that everything I ever bought her would taste like grapes, looked like them, smelled like them, hell anything as long as she was okay.

  "Ash," Coraline began. "Bud, I hate to break this up, but you have to get out there, it's time for the Meet and Greet." I looked at her like I wasn't sure what to do. She placed a hand on mine and said, "I'll hang out until you're done. I'm actually caught up on my stuff."

  "Okay," I said. Leaning into Mary I pressed a meaningful kiss hard on her lips.

  I stood up to go and she whispered, "See you."

  "See you," I replied.

  .

  Mary never made it out for the concert. When I gave Liana a look during the opening song, she just placed her folded hands against the side of her face and made a motion telling me Mary had gone up to bed.

  Fuck!

  The two hours it took to perform through our normal set dragged on for what seemed like days. Once the encore was done, I bolted from the stage and hit the elevators, not even waiting on Eric or Mark. The damn thing wouldn't move fast enough, no matter how many times I hit the button.

  David was outside the door when I came out of the elevator. "Tell me," I demanded.

  "She's fine, Ash," he said as he reached out to halt me. "Don't go barging in there, she's asleep. I've been in every fifteen minutes to check on her. She's just tired."

  I sighed loudly and leaned against the wall, sliding down to sit on my ass for a second. I needed calm. I wasn't in control. Mary seemed to shatter that and I couldn't stand it anymore.

  I pushed past David and made my way into the suite. When I opened the door it caused her to wake up. I know I looked like a villain standing in the doorway with my hands fisted at my sides. She was in my bed, naked.

  Mary looked up at me and said, "Sorry...tired." Tears welled in her eyes and she was losing her control as well.

  I made a decision.

  "Out of the bed...on your knees...hands clasped at the small of your back." She looked at me wide eyed. It took one word to get her moving, "Control."

  She knew what I needed, but she needed to see that her loss of control affected both of us. Mary was up and in position before I could repeat my demand.

  I walked over to her and placed my hand on her cheek, "You have to learn to not break, my angel. No more running, unless I am running with you. Nod if you understand."

  She nodded and ran her tongue slowly across her bottom lip. My cock hardened and I took that moment to shed my own clothes. "Pick a safeword, something easy for you to say when you're like this."

  Mary thought for a moment before swallowing and saying, "Angel." It was my word for her, but if that was what made her feel safe, then I wouldn't stop her from using it.

  "Tell me Ms. Montclair, Do you know what a safeword is?" On her nod I continued, "I will push you to accept me, can you do that?"

  "Yes," she breathed heavy and full of desire in her voice.

  Cupping her jaw, I said, "Open for me."

  Her nostrils flared and she licked her lips. I slowly fed her my cock as she opened. Her tongue rolled around the tip and she moaned. She surprised me by leaning forward and taking me all the way to the hilt, her hands still clasp behind her back.

  "Oh, fuck yes," I growled. "You are in control of my pleasure, angel. Give me a little or give me your all."

  The feel of her throat constricting around my cock sent pleasure straight to my balls, they tightened up and I had to pull back. "Hold still for a second, you're driving me mad." She smiled around my cock and that urged me back inside. My angel's cheeks hollowed as she sucked and worshiped my dick. If she did it for hours, I couldn't tell you, I was lost in her eyes and there was no crawling back to reality. H
er lips were wet from my pre-cum and I loved it. Being inside her mouth was too much to handle and I didn't want to irritate her throat any more than it already was.

  "Up...on the bed...get on your knees." I followed her and when she opened herself for me, I could see her excitement had coated the inside of her thighs. "God, angel, you liked that." It was more of a statement than a question. She was giving up control to me, allowing me to take care of her. She was a dream come true.

  There was no foreplay, I just entered her swift and she cried out hoarsely at my invasion. "Ash," she cried out my name and I knew I was lost.

  There was no stage where I felt like I was falling for this woman. I was head over fucking heels in love with her.

  Mary

  I loved him. In that moment, where he forced me to go to my knees before him, I knew deep down that I was in love with this man. The feeling of despair, or tragic loss was immediately gone. My sole attention had been on him and the need in his eyes. He needed this, I could tell. Ash Martin didn't like feeling out of control, and I'm sure me not showing up for the concert made him snap.

  "Mary," he said from behind me. His thrusts were powerful and I really didn't care. "Tell me that you are mine."

  "I'm...y...yours," I cried with each heavy movement he pushed into me. My sex rippled and constricted down on him. I was so close. Thoughts left me, worries gone. All I was consumed with was Ash, inside and out. The sounds coming from him were animalistic. When he reached up and placed a hand on my shoulder to pull me back onto his already buried cock, I exploded.

  "That's it, Mary. Come all over me." I felt him drag a finger through my wetness and before I came down from my high, he slipped one finger into my ass, he still hadn't climaxed himself. One digit became two and after a while, two became three. The two sensations together excited me more than it should.

  I dropped my head and begged for him to fuck me. The sensations were new and foreign to me, but my body automatically accepted it and welcomed his invasion. The sounds coming from my mouth were harsh and so erotic that I blushed all over.

  He slipped out of me and I felt him lean over my body, his lips right next to my ear, "I'm going to take you there tonight, my angel. Just relax...let me love you."

  He used my own juices to make his entrance easier. At first the pain was sharp, but with slight urging I opened up for him and he slid in on his own. We both moaned at the same time. He kissed the small of my back, "You're so beautiful."

  "Ash," I rasped. "You've got to move or something. I need to come."

  He didn't need further begging. Three thrust later he was seated tight in my ass and I felt his balls slap at the lips of my sex. I dropped down on one shoulder and reached back to tug on my clit. It took only a second for me to come again.

  The sounds of our flesh meeting, the smell of sex in the air, and our heaving breathing were the only sounds that mattered to me.

  He pulled out of my ass and flipped me over onto my back. Ash was inside my pussy immediately. "I need you to come with me one more time. Come on angel."

  With him assaulting my every nerve ending it didn't take but a few thrust before I was exploding again. A million sparks sprung up in front of my eyes and I felt like I crumbled into a million little pieces. Something about feeling Ash coming inside me while shouting my name made my orgasm so much better.

  We collapsed on the bed and I groaned when he got up from the bed. I heard the water in the big Jacuzzi tub start. I closed my eyes while I waited for him to come back.

  It was only about one second before I was being lowered into the tub, I must have fallen asleep.

  Ash cradled me against his chest and grabbed a cloth. After he soaped it up, he meticulously washed my body starting at my neck. He worked his way down my arms and over my breasts, they were so sensitive. The cloth glided over my stomach and paused at the top of my sex. "Are you sore," he asked quietly.

  "A little," was all I said before he used his free hand to pull my leg aside and dip the cloth under the water. He washed me carefully and thoroughly, although the idea of him washing his desire off me left me a little sad. I liked feeling him inside me.

  We stayed like that until the water got cold and I began to shiver. He lifted me out and sat me on the bathroom counter. Satisfied that I was dry, he brought me to the bed and tucked me under the covers and slid in behind me.

  "I was worried," he whispered into my ear.

  I had to tell him that he need not worry. This was happening because I'd done too much this weekend. My voice was tired and the coughing left me breathless, which, in turn, left me exhausted more than anyone else.

  "Ash...please listen," I began. This was going to be hard, but it needed to be said. "When I...talk too much...or have an episode...breathing is hard...I...I live with it...breathing problems make me so tired. I'm so...so sorry I missed show." And that was the last of my ability to speak. I went for the water on the bedside table, but he reached it before I could. His arms were much longer than mine.

  "Don't be sorry you missed the show. It was the same as last night, minus the extra song. I don't totally understand what you're going through and I promise by the time I get to Phoenix on Friday, I'll have researched everything. If you say there may be no help, then I want to know how to treat the now. I want to help you." He took the bottle from my hand and replaced it back on the table.

  I wanted to argue that he'd be too busy with the tour and probably didn't have time to research it. All I managed to say it, "Don't...have time...shows."

  He chuckled, "Actually, we will be heading to Los Angeles tomorrow, where the tour bus is parked. Whenever we come to Vegas, we splurge; because that is the only time we can get Liana to come out. So, after Monday's concert we are back to being crammed on that bus for the rest of the week. And I promise you, after a couple of days, it's a maid's nightmare. So, I'll have plenty of time to research."

  We laughed and he mostly talked for a while, and I just listened, usually giving one or two word answers. He seemed content with that arrangement, and I couldn't be happier.

  Chapter 8

  Mary

  Goodbyes sucked.

  After a wonderful weekend of my dreams, I woke up Monday with a feeling of loss. I missed Ash next to me in the mornings, all twisted up in the sheets. His huge body was the perfect body pillow.

  I didn't need to make conversation with him. He understood more than any other man I'd ever dated. I wondered how this could work. Liana warned me that I'd never see him, and that times could be hard. Thankfully my job allowed me the ability to roam.

  In fact, on Thursday morning, I had to be in Tucson for a charity event to take some photos for the local paper. I decided to drive down, instead of flying. I'd be home by late Thursday night. Ash would be here Friday afternoon.

  Tonight they were back in L.A., their home town. They were playing the Staples Center tonight and I wished I could be there, but decided we needed some space. Things were moving way to fast.

  Last night when we arrive at the airport, I found a voice mail wait on me. Ash said, "Angel, I just dropped you off and I'm missing you already. Let me know when you make it home safe." Shortly after that I received a text message.

  Have you made it yet? Worried....text me!

  I immediately shot back a reply.

  Keep your sexy pants on...just landed...waiting on luggage.

  I laughed and showed the text to Liana. She laughed and told me I was pitiful.

  Sure to Ash and Gabe's word there was a limo waiting for us. The driver was a different one this time, a little younger and a whole lot nicer. Our bags were carried to the curb where he set them down to open the doors for us.

  We were home in time for dinner. My house was quiet and I was met by my screaming cat, Glory. (Yes, I named the cat after the band.) She jumped up on the back of the couch demanding attention. I petted her head and took my things back to my room.

  My house had four bedrooms and just as many baths. I didn't need
all this room, but the interest off my guilt money helped pay the bills. I bought this house so that I didn't live in the slums once I decided to make Phoenix my home. That first apartment got scary very quick. I knew nothing of this town and I thought I was getting a good deal. Then again, I was young and inexperienced in the world. I was alone and on my own.

  Things are much better than in the beginning. I've got my finances under control and I've got a nice place to rest my head, a reliable car, and great friends. My bright smile could light up a dark room when I thought of Ash. What was he? My boyfriend? No, it seemed like he was more.

  He possessed me.

  He owned me.

  I ordered a pizza and settled down on the couch to watch a movie. My phone rang and I scowled, wondering what this guy wanted. He was a writer for the paper. "Hello, Charles."

  "Mary," he began. "Did you get any good shots while you were in Vegas? I saw the photo online of you and the lead singer from that band, Glory Days." So, that pictured did land itself on some stupid internet site. Ash had warned me a little about it causing a problem, but I'd dismissed it at the time. I was having too much fun.

  "That was personal, Charles. My camera was tucked away during most of the trip. I did get some great pictures of the strip though." I laughed to myself. I did have a picture of the band. The guys were all about giving me the picture I wanted. Liana used my camera to take one shot of all five of us standing in a line, with our arms linked. The next one was my favorite. We were all in a similar pose, but the split second before she snapped the shot, Ash pressed a sloppy kiss to my cheek. The result was amazing. My face was lit up, my eyes wide and we caught Gabe just starting to break out into a humongous smile.

  "You're not worried about the photo of you getting cozy with Ash Martin?"

  "No, Charles," I sighed. "Whatever is between Ash and I, stays between Ash and I." This was starting to sound like an interview. The last thing I needed to do was to say something that would end up on the internet.