by Owen Andrews
Again and again he grunted. Over and over I moaned. The two of us came together in a symphony of noises as I felt electric pleasure coursing through me. As I felt my body building towards something big. Something fucking huge. Something that put everything that had come before this evening to shame. Something that felt like it was going to put what I'd felt the night before to shame.
And finally with a roar he buried himself inside me one final time. I squeezed my eyes shut and threw my head back. Arched my body up to meet him as I pulled down with my legs. As I pulled him as deep as he could possibly go inside me. As I felt him explode. As I felt his warmth traveling up inside my body.
There we were. There was what I needed. There was the explosion I so desperately had to have. Waves of pleasure washed over me. I allowed myself to get lost in that overwhelming flood of emotion as he exploded inside me. As I felt like this was what I'd been looking for my entire life. As I suddenly had the content feeling that this was the man that I needed. This was what I'd wanted and been searching for, even if I was just out of college and hadn't been searching for too terribly long.
All of that was forgotten as pleasure washed over me though. As I was lost in the moment. As explosions radiated out from my pussy to the rest of my body. As I reveled in the feeling of his muscular body pressing down against me. As I reveled in the sensation of knowing that I was getting an experience that would be the envy of millions of women all around the country, but for the moment he was mine. All mine.
And they couldn't have him.
I blinked. I was surprised to feel that possessive streak, but there it was. Everything was so right about this moment. Everything was perfect as we came together. And I was starting to come to peace with the fact, finally, that he was who he was and I didn’t care. As long as I had the man that’s all that mattered. All that rock star stuff I could figure out later.
As long as he wanted to figure it out with me. That was still the big question, wasn’t it? Was all of this a ruse or was this the real thing? It sure as hell felt like the real thing to me, but I guess I wasn’t the one who really mattered. No, the one who mattered was Grant. Was he going to stay now that he’d gotten his repeat performance?
Strangely enough I still felt at peace despite that worry. I wasn’t feeling any of the panic from the night before. It was a subtle but important shift, and it felt good. Really good.
Grant rolled off of me and I sighed in disappointment. I know we were done with the fun for now, but I really would have been happy if he’d stayed there for a little longer. Then again from the way he propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at me with that disarming grin that still set me on fire I suppose it was worth having him pull out.
God I must’ve looked like a hot mess. It was a wonder he was grinning at me like that, but I took that grin as a positive sign. He wasn’t giving me his card and calling me a cab or anything. Then he got an apprehensive look on his face and I felt terror shooting through me.
No. No! It wasn’t fair. I get all used to the idea of being with Grant. I make peace with who he is and the fact that he’s head over heels for me, and it’s at that moment that he decides to let the other shoe drop! It wasn’t fair!
Though I suppose I deserved it just a little for bailing on him the night before when things were going so well. Why would he trust me when I’d already demonstrated I couldn’t be trusted? He opened his mouth and I squeezed my eyes shut, dreading the inevitable.
Damn it. It figures this would happen just when I’d finally decided I might be okay with Twenty Promises after all these years.
“So I need to go clean up just a bit. You okay hanging here for a few?”
I blushed, and probably not for the reasons he was thinking. I was such an idiot, operating on a hair trigger like that thinking that for some reason things were going to go to hell. Of course he just needed to go clean up. I grinned and prayed that the blush wasn’t too obvious.
“Of course. Go ahead and have your fun,” I said.
Grant stood and made his way towards the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on and raised an eyebrow. Going for a full shower? That was a bold move. Particularly when I was waiting out here and ready for him to come back for round two. I needed more of Grant Thompson and the groupie experience.
His head popped out from the bathroom. “What would you say to joining me in here?”
I grinned. “Give me a minute and I’ll be there.”
His head disappeared back into the bathroom and I was sitting there wondering what the hell was wrong with me. Give me a minute and I’ll be in there? Wasn’t I the one who was just thinking how much I needed another round with him and here it was in the offing and I was making some lame attempt at still playing hard to get like an idiot.
I was about to hop up and go to join him, dignity be damned, when a buzz pulled my attention away from the shower. I looked over and realized his phone had fallen out of his pants. It’s not like I was trying to spy on his messages or anything. I couldn’t really help it. I was just glancing down at the screen and the text was big enough that I could clearly see the message that had popped up.
I didn’t like what I was reading.
“How’s the date night going? Hurry up and get that groupie out of your system. We need to go!”
I didn’t like the name I was seeing attached to that message either. Blake. The asshole who’d seduced Kayla and then left her high and dry, though it seemed like she expected that from the way she’d talked about him on the ride home from the concert in the wee hours of the morning earlier today. She’d said things about Blake that seemed pretty accurate based on what little I knew of him, though at the same time she’d said things about Grant that I didn’t want to believe. Things I’d ignored because I didn’t want to believe them. Because I wanted to believe he was genuinely interested in me even while I was running from him in terror of what might be developing between us.
Only with that message it seemed that what was developing between us had been exactly what I was afraid it was: a lie. A huge lie that he was using just to get me in bed. Get the groupie out of his system?
There was one thing I could take comfort in. If he was inviting me to come shower with him then I wasn’t out of his system. Not yet. What I was, though, was furious. Livid. I turned to the shower and tried to think of how I was going to play this. I didn’t know what to do. Didn’t know what to say. I was about to explode.
I scooped up his phone and my clothes and forced myself to put one foot in front of the other. To move towards the bathroom and the shower. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but whatever it was, it was going to happen in there.
27
Grant
I pulled out the cheap hotel soap, amazing how even at one of the more expensive joints in town they managed to make it look as low-rent as possible, and sudsed up. I heard noise and turned to see Mia staring at me through the glass. The shower in here was a pretty nice deal. It ran along the whole side of the bathroom with shower heads at all different levels. Not as nice as the one I had in the house in Malibu, but pretty decent for being as far from civilization as I was now.
As I looked her up and down my breath caught. It just wasn’t fair for a girl to look as sexy as she did. To be as incredible as she was in bed. To have my cock standing at attention again and all she was doing was standing there looking at me with an uncertain expression that had me shaking my head and chuckling.
I had no idea why she would be feeling uncertain now. Particularly after everything we’d done last night and just now. I figured she’d be all about hopping in the shower and having a good time, but there was something about the way she was holding herself that had me wondering if something was wrong.
Something else was weird. She’d changed back into the outfit she wore when I picked her up from her office. Why would she change back into her clothes when I just made an invitation into the shower? What was I missing?
I shook it off. I
had to be imagining things. A girl didn’t give a performance like she just had in bed if she was in any way reluctant. I figured she’d join me any moment. Her being clothed just meant I would have the opportunity to unwrap her again, and that was just fine with me.
I was starting to think that a big part of why she was so incredible in bed was because of how I was feeling about her. Being with her was so nice. Everything seemed to come naturally as though everything was right in the world. She was so smart, so gorgeous, and the fact that she had an innocence about her as though she didn’t realize she was such a catch just made her all the hotter in my eyes.
And now as I looked at her, as I drank in her beauty, I found myself at a loss for words.
I’d come to a realization while I was on top of her. While I felt her body shuddering underneath me as she was overcome by pleasure. As I was enveloped by her body and felt an intensity with her that I’d never felt with a woman before.
I wanted her with me. All the time. I didn’t want to leave this city if it meant leaving Mia. Of course there was a solution to that, but it was crazy. I didn’t think she’d go for it even after what we’d just done. I was still terrified deep down that she would get up and decide she’d done her duty. She’d given me the date I wanted and that was all I was going to get.
I wanted so much more, but I couldn’t bring myself to open my damn mouth and actually ask her. Damn it!
You’d think this sort of thing would get easier with time. You’d think being the lead singer in an internationally recognized music act that had women shrieking for my body on the regular, even after ten years, would give me enough confidence to open my damn mouth and ask her. Though I guess it was because I was reluctant, because I wasn’t entirely sure of the answer, that she was the one I wanted to ask in the first place.
Mia was the first girl I’d ever wanted to take on tour with me.
The idea was crazy. It couldn’t possibly work. She had her life here. She didn’t care for the band. She seemed to blow hot and cold, though she was coming on pretty strong and hot right now! I was silly for even wanting to ask, but I had to.
I looked at her again and opened my mouth, and there was an immediate transformation on her face. And not a transformation for the better. Terror shot through me as I thought she might be on the verge of turning around and leaving. As I thought this must have been what she looked like the night before when she left me alone in the back of my tour bus. I’d been asleep so I’d missed the look, but now that I was seeing it, well it was heartbreaking.
Mia squeezed her eyes shut. A single tear ran down her cheek and I stepped out of the shower, soaking wet and covered in soap, to move my thumb up and wipe the tear away.
“What’s wrong Mia?”
She inhaled deeply. Let it out in a long shuddering gasp that almost seemed like she was crying. “You don’t know?”
I moved my hand to cup her face in the palm of my hand. I ran a thumb along her cheek and hoped that simple gesture would communicate that everything was okay. That she could let me know what was going on here. That she could let me in.
“No? What’s bothering you Mia? You can tell me.”
Mia opened her eyes and they were rimmed with red. There were tears threatening there, and I didn’t like that. I didn’t like seeing her upset. In pain. She moved a hand up and wiped at her eyes with a fist while at the same time using that fist to bat my hand away from her cheek.
“I don’t know why I ever thought you were different. You had your fun and now you’re off to the next city to do the same thing to some other poor unsuspecting girl!”
I blinked. Then I smiled. A little laugh might have even escaped. From the way she glared at me a laugh seemed like the last thing I should’ve done, but I couldn’t help myself. It was just so ridiculous. Here I was terrified that she was going to leave and meanwhile she was terrified that this was just another groupie situation for me when that couldn’t be farther from the truth!
That laugh might’ve been as much from relief as from amusement.
“This was a lot of fun Mia,” I said.
She opened her mouth to say something. I put a finger to her lips to keep her from talking which earned me one hell of an angry glare but she didn’t say anything more. I was doing the talking now. Somehow those borderline waterworks had given me the courage to just say what I needed to say.
“I do have to go to the next city, but I’m far from done with you.”
She went cross eyed looking down at my finger, then what I said seemed to register and she locked eyes with me as hers went wide. I pulled my finger away to allow her to talk.
“What are you saying?”
That nervousness came back even though I was far more confident of the answer now than I had been a few moments ago. “I want you to come with me on tour. Leave this life behind and go on the road with me!”
“You don’t mean that,” she said.
“What are you talking about? Of course I mean it! You’re the first girl I’ve ever…”
“Yeah, I bet I’m the first girl you’ve ever asked to go on tour, right? I’m different from all the other girls. You’re so in love with me that you just have to have me around, right?”
Mia’s voice was getting louder and I wondered where the hell this sudden anger came from. Why she was suddenly screaming at me for no apparent reason. What did I do to her?
“Well yeah, that’s right,” I said.
I didn’t know how else to respond. Here she was screaming at me and all I could think was how fucked up this was. I was finally head over heels for a girl and she was acting like I was the biggest asshole on the planet for some reason and I couldn’t figure out why!
“Yeah? If you’re so in love with me, if I’m not just another groupie, then maybe explain this?”
She held up my phone. My phone that was open to my text messages. Particularly a message from Blake telling me to get her out of my system quick so I could get back to the buses and they could start for the next leg of our tour.
I felt my blood run cold as I looked at that. I realized what that message must look like. I barely managed to duck out of the way as she started crying for real and she chucked my phone at me. It smashed against the tile wall and then fell to the floor where it blinked a couple of times and then went dead as the combination of getting thrown against a hard wall and then doused in shower water proved to be too much for the fragile electronics.
I didn’t mind the phone so much. I probably had a spare somewhere on the bus, and if that didn’t work out I could easily go down to a store and pick up a new one no problem. No, what really bothered me was that Mia was turning and leaving again. I could feel her slipping away just like she had last night when she decided to leave me in the middle of the night, only this time I could actually do something about it.
I stumbled out of the shower, nearly slipping on a bit of soapy tile and falling on my ass, but I managed to catch myself on the shower door before I really went for a spill. I moved quickly but more deliberately as I dashed across the tile floor. I was soaking wet and I didn’t have time to grab a towel to dry off, and the last thing I wanted to do was fall and bust my head or something.
“Mia, wait! It’s not what it looks like!”
Mia was almost to the door when I reached the bathroom door. She turned and glared at me and it was obvious she’d been crying. My heart went out to her and I hated that I’d made her feel that way. I hated that she was crying because of something I’d done, even if it wasn’t something I’d ever intended to do. I’d been an asshole by never calling Blake out on being an asshole earlier, and now that was coming back to bite me in the ass.
“Y’know it really doesn’t matter if you have an explanation,” she said.
That brought me up short. I leaned against the bathroom door instead of trying to chase after her. What she was saying sounded ominous. It sounded like it had a lot of finality to it. I didn’t like it.
“What ar
e you talking about Mia?”
“I’ve been trying to fight it all day long, but we’re from two different worlds. Maybe your buddy was just joking around, but you didn’t bother to defend me. I don’t want to live in a world where I have to get used to people treating me like this. I don’t want to live in a world where I’m constantly guessing whether you’re showing some sort of genuine emotion or you’re just telling me what you think I want to hear.”
“Mia…”
“I think you have a lot of growing up to do before you can find what you’re really looking for, Grant. In the meantime have fun with your groupies. I should’ve listened to Kayla when she told me about you.”
And then she was gone, giving the door a jolly good slam. Every word stung like a slap to the face. A slap that was reaching out from the past to smack me upside the head with the collective weight of every sin I’d ever committed against a female fan who maybe hoped there was something more than a one night stand brewing.
I finally regained some of my senses, though, and bolted for the door. I threw it open before it latched and jumped out into the hallway without thinking.
Damn Mia was fast. I looked around but I didn’t see her. The only sign that she was anywhere nearby was the ding of an elevator around the corner. I hesitated for a moment wondering if I should try to make it when I looked down and realized I’d just run out of my hotel room in nothing but my birthday suit.
I turned around just in time for the door to shut behind me and the electronic lock to click.
Damn it. This was going to be all over the Internet.
28
Mia
The only good thing about this night was that at least the hotel Grant was staying at was within walking distance of my apartment. Sort of. In the sense that just about everything was within walking distance if you were willing to break a sweat to get where you were going.