by Faith Starr
This time would be different. Remorse filled me, and I hadn’t even filmed it yet. Because I knew once the video went viral and Drew saw it, she would see me as a cheating son of a bitch again, despite the fact I’d be innocent. I couldn’t make a request now to change things up. The director had already been hired, scenes had been discussed and agreed upon, and preparations had been made.
After lunch I went home and visited my neighbors. They said they hadn’t seen anything out of the ordinary at my place and checked in daily. So whoever this psycho stalker was, at least she didn’t seem to be hanging around. I hadn’t received any more letters either. Sure, it had only been a day, but I took that as a good sign.
Drew texted later to say she was free to meet up. She offered to come to my place again. It pissed me off that I couldn’t pick her up and take her on a proper date.
The minute she entered my house I pulled her into my arms. She sported hip-hugging jeans with an off-the-shoulder top. My cock noticed immediately.
“You look beautiful as always.” I kissed her sweet lips.
“As do you.”
“Is there any place in particular you want to go?” As pussy as it sounded, I didn’t want her thinking sex was all I wanted from her. But I couldn’t deny when I engaged in it with her, shit, an added bonus times ten.
“I actually do have something in mind.”
“And what would that be?” Nothing like seeing a woman make a decision and assert herself.
“Do you remember when we used to park outside the airport gate and watch the planes land and take off?”
I recalled all too well. I also remembered that we didn’t do too much watching during those little trips.
“How could I forget?” I raised my brows in anticipation. My dick rose too. I loved how pink her cheeks became when she got embarrassed. “Let me grab my keys.”
She nodded and followed me into the kitchen, where I shoved my phone into my pocket and retrieved my keys off the counter.
When I’d converted the garage into a studio, I hadn’t converted the entire thing. I kept my car parked in the single portion.
“You’re a big famous rock star, and you drive a Mustang?”
“What? I love my car.” I assisted her into the passenger seat, then went around to my side.
“It’s good to see fame hasn’t changed you.”
“I’m still me, Drew.” I gazed into her eyes.
“I know.”
The air suddenly thickened in the small space.
Time to get moving to thin it out. I backed out of the garage and drove to the airport. I kept her hand in mine during the entire drive. We didn’t speak much. Rather, we listened to the radio.
Off the main road, I parked in front of the same old fence, the very one we’d parked in front of several years back. The scenery hadn’t changed much at all.
“Gosh, it brings back so many memories.” She reclined her seat, leaning back against it and staring out the front window, watching as a plane departed.
Squeezing her hand, we sized each other up. She tore me apart inside. My heart pounded, her eyes taking me in. I could swear she saw through me.
“It does. We had some good times in this very parking spot, didn’t we?”
She smiled. “It’s still relaxing to sit here and watch the planes.”
When I stopped to think about it, it was relaxing. My life seemed to be a constant whirlwind of events, which was why I valued my visits to the ranch so much. But sitting here right now with Drew made me realize I could have some of that detachment at home too. I didn’t have to travel far from home in order to get it.
“I’m glad you suggested this.”
She grinned. “Me too.”
“So does Eric forgive me?”
“Eric just wants me to be happy.”
“And are you?”
“Very. You? “
“Extremely.”
I leaned over and kissed her, our tongues gliding around each other with ease.
The console presented a barrier between us. She cupped my cheek. I snaked my hand behind her head.
Man, making out with a woman without going further didn’t exist in my world anymore. Until now. Sure, my hand copped a feel underneath Drew’s shirt. But in my defense, the thing hung off her shoulder and provided easy access, so how could I not?
I flicked her hard nipple and gave it a squeeze. She purred.
We worked each other up into quite a frenzy.
She unbuttoned her jeans.
So much for just making out. No complaints on my part whatsoever.
I jumped on board and did the same to mine. I didn’t know what she had in mind, but I didn’t care, game for whatever she suggested.
She shimmied her denims down. Her underwear came off with them. Fuck. I could already smell her desire.
Enough sitting and watching.
I lifted my ass off the leather seat and got rid of my shoes, jeans, and boxer briefs, chucking all of them in the backseat.
My chair could only recline so far. I’m talking tight quarters, but damn if she wasn’t crawling over the console and sitting on my lap, facing me. “Hi, there.”
“Hi, yourself. Getting mighty bold in your old age, aren’t you?”
“It seems that way, doesn’t it?” She leaned up on her knees and fisted my cock.
Shit.
She pumped me, seeing for herself I hadn’t been lying earlier when I said she made me stiff.
To my surprise, she aligned her pussy over me and came down, my cock easing inside her with no friction whatsoever.
I reached for her hips, controlling the speed and tempo.
She kissed me fervently, our tongues again getting chummy but in a more aggressive manner.
She became more forceful in her movements too, the feeling fucking nirvana, Drew as magnificent as the Sistine Chapel. She too had an entrance hall, which my cock currently buried itself in, her side walls just as splendid. And her ceiling? Fuck, my dick couldn’t get there fast enough. And trust me, similar to Michelangelo’s scene depicting The Separation of Light From Darkness, Drew had brought light back into my life that I forgot existed. I experienced my own kind of last judgment. I hoped she would consider me one of the blessed rather than one of the damned to be sent to hell to be tortured by demons. I longed for her forgiveness.
“Logan.” She breathed warmly against my cheek.
I grazed the soft skin on her back, up to her neck. I brought her face to mine, yearning to kiss her again, to taste her.
She slowed the tempo.
We got a steady groove going, her flesh no longer slapping against my thighs as she rocked up and down on top of me.
I circled my hips. She followed my lead. I didn’t want to come before she did. The girl had an edge on riling me up prematurely.
She rested her hands on my shoulders for leverage, my dick content with its present location. Guess she wanted the mood a little less fucking and a lot more making love, but shit if her pussy clenching my cock didn’t encourage me to pump into her harder. I had obviously hit her gold mine.
“Ah!” Her body gave itself over to her orgasm, shuddering over mine.
My dick required a touch more action. I first allowed her to ride her wave out to its finish. But then I became selfish. With my hands on her hips, I picked up the pace again, bringing her down on me with more energy, my buildup coming on strong.
I released myself into her, locking her in place over me, the connection between us all about making love. I too craving that type of connection to her right now.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. How will I make this work when I leave town?
I had no clue other than I had to. I just had to.
“That was unbelievable.” Her eyes were still heavy with intoxication.
More than unbelievable.
She raised her hips and my dick popped out of her. I reached for some napkins stuffed in the door pocket and wiped us both clean.
While sh
e dressed herself, I retrieved my shit from the backseat and put it back on.
We reclined in our seats, our hands joined on the console between us. I caressed her knuckles with my thumb.
“Are you excited to go to New York?”
“No. It’s not a pleasure trip.” Again I thought about the model I’d have to kiss.
“Still, it’s a video shoot. That must be cool, huh?”
“I want to tell you about it.” I had to get the truth off my chest.
She nodded excitedly. Too bad her mood would change as soon as I gave her details about the video.
“The song’s a new one. It’s a ballad.” I tried to put it lightly.
“Joey always did have a knack for penning ballads.” She caressed my fingers.
“Yeah. So… uh… the video is about finding lost love.”
Her eyes went to mine. I hadn’t given much thought into how much meaning the lyrics had to them in relation to me and Drew.
“The band agreed I would do the scenes with the actress, since Trevor and Joey are in committed relationships. They didn’t feel right about touching another woman, even if it was only acting.”
Her hand tensed in mine.
“I understand. It’s part of the job, right?”
Understand, my ass. She lied through her teeth.
“I agreed to it before you came back into my life.”
“You don’t have to explain yourself. We’ve spent a week together. That hardly constitutes a relationship.”
The hurt in her eyes pained me beyond belief. She bobbed her foot up and down on the mat and stared out the front window.
“Hey, look at me.” I shook her hand in mine and she did. “You know that’s not the truth. We go way back, more than just a week together.”
“I don’t know how to feel. Last week was like living a fantasy, but now we’re home. There are pictures of us on the Internet, and one of the patients at the clinic today recognized me. She told me how she’s a big fan, blah, blah, blah. Unfortunately my mother walked by while the lady spoke. I’ve managed to brush off speaking to her about the two of us, but I can’t do it much longer. She wants to know what the deal is. I can’t tell her because I myself don’t know what the deal is. What I do know is that you’re leaving town for the weekend and go on tour shortly afterward. I don’t see how I fit into that picture.” Her voice escalated as she put her fears and insecurities on the table.
Sighing heavily, I rubbed my chin. I didn’t know how we would make it work either, but I damn well wanted to try.
“Listen, I’ve never been in this type of a situation before either. It’s all new for me as well. Why don’t we try to figure it out together?”
“You’re going to be on the road for months on end. As much as I trust you right now, I don’t know how I’ll feel once you leave.”
How could one mistake carry over and ruin everything years later?
“Drew, I fucked up. I’ve already apologized. Please let me prove to you I won’t fuck up again.”
“I want to be with you, more than anything, but I don’t think I can go through that pain again, especially with how the social media portrays the band, you especially. I’ve done some research. You were right when you said they love to portray you as the bad boy who screws anything with breasts and a vagina.”
Anger boiled inside me. “Do you really think I have that little self-control?”
“I don’t know what to think.”
“You have to decide whether you’re willing to take a chance on us or not. But my heart’s vested in this union as well. I don’t give of it freely. In fact, you’re the only woman I’ve ever given it to.” Tears spilled from her eyes. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
She shook her head and brushed me off with the back of her hand.
“You have to be able to talk to me, babe, if this is going to work.”
“Logan…” Her lids were heavy.
“Please talk to me.”
“I’m scared.”
“I am too. I lost you once. I don’t want to lose you again.”
She swallowed and wiped her tears. “That’s exactly how I feel.”
“At least we’re on the same page.”
She forced a smile. God, did I want to tell her how much I loved her. How I had never stopped loving her. I knew the road ahead of us would be rocky as hell, but I wanted more than anything to take the journey with her, hiking boots and all.
30
Drew
Logan and I spent as much time together as possible prior to his weekend trip to New York. I hated to see him go, emptiness filling me with each passing minute, a feeling that would become my new best friend, since he would be resuming his tour in the next few weeks.
My mother finally got me alone at the clinic during lunch hour when the others weren’t around.
“You’ve been avoiding me like the plague.” She took a bite of her turkey sandwich.
“I don’t want to get into it with you right now.”
“How about I listen while you speak, no rebuttal?”
She had to be kidding. “No rebuttal?”
“You’re a grown woman. You’re going to do what you want anyway, so it’s not worth arguing about. If you and Logan are back together, as your mother, I deserve to know.”
“Yes, he and I are together.” I dared to peek up at her. She forced her lips together in a hard line but didn’t say a word. “He happened to be at the ranch the week Kate and I visited. I had no clue he would be there. Serendipitous, huh? Well, the two of us hung out, and things kind of picked up where they left off.”
“If I may interject, even though I said I wouldn’t, my recollection is you finding him with another woman. Isn’t that how things left off between the two of you?”
My hand balled into a fist. I knew she would bring it up. I wouldn’t let her manipulate me, though. Logan had matured. Both of us had.
“We’ve spoken about it, and he apologized. He can’t apologize enough, and I’ve accepted it. He made a mistake. People do that, you know.”
“And you believe he’s being sincere?”
She obviously didn’t.
“I do. People make mistakes. Take Joe, for example. Why aren’t you giving him grief for abandoning Kate at the altar? And then he married her in Vegas at one of those Elvis chapels after you spent thousands of dollars on a wedding.” My anger came out in my tone.
“First of all, they didn’t get married by an Elvis impersonator, so you can drop the sarcasm. Second of all, I’m of the belief that once a cheater, always a cheater. Joe didn’t cheat on your sister.”
Christ. I couldn’t believe she stood up for Joe. The man ditched my sister at the altar and broke her heart.
“Go ahead and defend him. And here I thought you said this wasn’t worth arguing about, that I’m an adult who can do whatever I want. Well, I want to be with Logan, so that’s exactly what I’m going to do, whether you approve or not.”
“Please don’t make threats. I may not agree or like your decision, but I can’t stop you from seeing him. All I ask is that you acknowledge he’s in a band. He lives the fast track, touring the country, boozing it up with women. How do you expect this to work? Your life is here. His is anything but.”
My eyes widened. “He’s not boozing it up, Mom. He’s never been into drinking or drugs. You know that as well as I do, especially with Joey and Dani’s history with their alcoholic father. So please don’t make accusations you can’t back up. As far as touring the country, I understand your concern in that respect. I’m concerned as well. But I’m in love with him. I always have been. I never stopped. And whether you accept it or not, I’m going to give us another shot.”
Her disappointment was clear as day, but I didn’t care.
“I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into. Maybe you don’t remember how devastated you were when he cheated on you. But I do. I lived with you and held you when you cried nonstop for months on end. Don�
�t expect me to forgive so easily.”
“It’s your choice. I believe in second chances. It’s safe for me to say Kate does too.”
“This has nothing to do with your sister, so leave her out of it.”
“Really? Kate has been a screw up most of her life. Yet you never came down hard on her. I’ve always followed the rules, and here you are, giving me an earful.”
“I’m not giving you an earful. You’re a competent adult who can make your own decisions. Do I think getting involved with a rock star is a good idea? Absolutely not. The only thing Logan can offer you is financial security.”
My jaw fell open. She had dared to stoop that low.
I rose, grabbed my cell off the desk, and retrieved my purse from the floor. I hustled around the counter toward the exit.
“Where are you going? The schedule is full after lunch. We need you here.”
“I’m taking a sick day. I’m sure you can handle things up front.”
I stormed out the door without waiting for a reply.
In my car, I started the engine, my hands trembling against the steering wheel. My heart pounded so hard I almost couldn’t breathe. She made me so gosh darn angry. Did she not think I hadn’t thought about every point she’d mentioned? And for her to insinuate Logan had nothing to offer me except his money? That was the final straw. Logan had a heart of gold. So he screwed up. We all do. It wasn’t the first time, and I could guarantee it wouldn’t be the last. But I knew what I felt for him and from him was real, not a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am hook-up. We cared deeply for each other. Sadly, she wouldn’t get to see how much.
My cell rang while I drove about, unsure of where I was headed. I checked the caller ID. My mother. I let it go to voice mail. Usually I would call Eric in a situation such as this, but I called Logan instead.
“Hey babe.” His chipper voice did wonders to help calm me.
“Hey. How’s the shoot going?” I didn’t want to dump my troubles on him so fast.
“What’s wrong?” Guess he could hear the anger in my voice.
“I had a fight with my mom and left the clinic.”