by Thia Finn
“No,” Gunner spoke up. “We are going to sit over there.” He pointed to an empty table in a private corner.
The girls looked at the two of us, and I knew they were waiting for an explanation, but Gunner didn’t offer one. Instead, he turned and walked off, still holding my hand, so I was forced to follow. I looked back at them and shrugged my shoulders.
He stopped at the side of the booth and motioned for me to get in first. “Gunner, that was rude. They were being nice and trying to include us.”
“Don’t care right now. I want to talk with you and only you. I want us to kiss and makeup, Lola. I’m sorry I was hasty in forming the wrong opinion of you. I should have waited for you to explain the situation. Of all people, I should know better than to make snap decisions. It’s happened enough to me before.”
I was surprised he told me that. “Okay. I suppose I do owe you an explanation. Where do you want me to start?”
“From the beginning, please. I remember looking up from where we were sitting in the backstage holding area and seeing two beautiful women walk through the doors. Seemed to me your friend was dragging you in there. Now take it from there, please.”
“JeanMarie did drag me there, but I think I need to back up further, so you know the entire story about me.” This was going to take some time, but I knew if he was going to understand truly, I needed to tell the whole story.
“My mother is American, and my father is French. They met when he was in Houston doing some business, and she worked for the company. They married and had my brother, my sister, and me. We were all born in Texas; my mother insisted, and my father couldn’t say no to her. That makes us all have dual citizenship.
“After we were born, though, my parents wanted my sister and me to live in France, and then my mom and I came back here for my last year so I could graduate because I wanted to go to the University of Texas. My brother went to uni in England and then to Yale for law school. He’s currently acting as CEO for my father’s business. Journey wanted to go to college in Paris, so she lives there now.”
“That makes perfectly good sense, so how did the story get all mixed up?” At least he was willing to listen, which gave me hope this might blow over.
“My father decided to run for an important government position and won the election. He is a senator in the French Parliament. Since he cannot run his business and do that, my brother is working in his place. I feel like the only reason my arrest occurred is my dad’s political position.”
“But why did you get arrested, Lola? Someone’s managed to keep that pretty quiet. Maybe your dad’s position has actually helped you in this case.”
“This douche sitting next to me tried to molest me in the airplane restroom, and when I defended myself, he turned it all around and blamed it on me. It was his word against mine, and when I produced a French passport, they ran a check on it and found out my father’s connections to the government.”
“Wait. They thought you beat up a grown man?” He said it like he didn’t believe a word I said.
“They sure as hell did. Laughable, huh? He was bleeding. I bit his finger and then I punched him in the nose, so he was bleeding in two places. Did I mention I’m claustrophobic? I was coming out of that bathroom almost in a full-blown attack, and an Air Marshal tried to detain me, but I fought him and ended up on the ground in handcuffs.” I knew it sounded bad, especially the abbreviated version I told Gunner.
“So you went to jail on a French passport and the media assumed you were French?”
I nodded my head, and he looked at me like I was a crazy person or something.
“Okay, so that explains the arrest situation, Lola, but it doesn’t explain why you lied to me in the beginning.”
“Yeah, I guess it doesn’t. So, my dad wanted me to stay in Paris a while when I returned after college, and I decided to go to work at the hospital there. I’d been living there a while already, Gunner. I was immersed in the language and spoke French full-time. My father and brother hardly ever spoke English, and no one at the hospital did.
When we would go out, naturally we spoke French, and it was kind of fun to talk to Americans because some guys think French is such a sexy language.” I slipped into my French accent with such ease that I think he didn’t even realize I did it.
“STOP! Don’t talk to me like that.” I guess he did realize it.
“Sorry, but you see how easy it is, Gunner.” I stopped there, not wanting to add to the problem.
“But you did that the entire time we were together, Lola. What was I supposed to think?”
Hmm… how could I answer this? “That maybe I was a sexy French girl who wanted to be with you?” It sounded ridiculous to me now. “I know how crazy it sounds now, but you can have any girl you want by simply tipping your head to security. Why would you want to choose me? I thought I had to be something different to keep you attracted to me.”
“I would have wanted to be with you anyway, Lola.” He reached out and pulled me into him. “I didn’t want to be with you because you had this incredible French accent that could drive a man wild with the purely sexual sounds that come with it. And I didn’t want you because you had this gorgeous long dark hair that’s now blonde. Maybe I was attracted to the outer things, to begin with, but after our time together, I liked you for you, Lola.
“Most of the girls we meet want one thing, and that’s to be able to brag that they’ve had sex with someone from the band. Hell, most of them don’t even care which one of us it is. You weren’t like that. When you had the chance to go to a hotel room, you chose to take me where you would normally go. I liked you treating me like a normal guy, not just the guy women think I’m supposed to be. That’s one reason I never talk to girls once I move on. But you, you were different. We spoke off and on for a long time. That’s a first for me. I even kept your number because I couldn’t get you out of my head after we left Paris.”
“I know, and I’m sorry. It’s just that after I had started the whole charade, I didn’t know how to change it. I never expected to hear from you, much less see you again.”
He took in a deep breath letting it out slowly as though he was trying to decide if he was ready to forgive me.
“Lola, I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions about everything. I get that you got yourself into something you didn’t know how to get out of because God knows I’ve done it a million times myself. Please tell me, though, are there any more secrets you’re keeping from me? I don’t want any more surprises.”
“There are no more surprises, Gunner. I promise.” I launched myself at him, wrapping around him. “I’m so sorry for all of the problems I’ve caused us when we should have been having fun.”
“Yeah, about that. Are you going to stay now? I would love for us to spend more time together.”
“Sure, I’ll stay if you want me to. I want to spend time with Journey before her break is over, and she returns to Paris. I think I can manage to divide my time between the two of you.”
“I can handle that. As a matter of fact, I think we should stop dividing our time in this loud party and have some alone time.” He stood and pulled me out from behind the table. As we passed the rest of the band, they called to us to rejoin them, but we had other things on our mind. We waved to them and left.
We got to the main floor but didn’t spot the girls. “Do you want to wait and find them?” he asked.
“No, remember, they’re adults. Let them do some adult-ing tonight on their own. I’ll text Journey.”
We reached his truck, and he captured me against the side and kissed me deeply, making me want him fiercely. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he lifted me to standing level. As he pushed me back against the truck, I wrapped my legs around him as he cupped my half bare ass.
“I’m liking this style you created more and more,” he said against my neck while his hand moved across the bare flesh of my right ass cheek. “Definite advantage to these.” He massaged the cheek before moving his fingers dow
n along my seam, giving him open access to the spot he searched for. “Yeah, a lot of advantage. We better get in the truck and go. You don’t want to add indecent of exposure to your list of arrests.”
He sat me in the truck, and I climbed over the console waiting for him to get in. When he pulled out onto the street, I watched him closely. I wanted this man. I knew this could lead to something more but right at that moment, I needed to connect with him. I leaned over and ran my flat palm over his hard cock trapped behind the jeans. “I’m glad to feel you still want me.”
“Whatever made you think I stopped wanting you, Lola? The whole damn time I was in Europe I thought of no one but you. Every time we managed to Skype or talk, it only made it harder for me, and I’m not talking about a hard cock either. We talked like we were just two people getting to know each other. We laughed at dumb shit things from the bus or stories you told me from your job. It was all so fucking normal. Don’t you see, Lola? We enjoyed each other for the people we are, not for the fame or notoriety my life brings and that, my sweet cherry pie, makes me want you all the more.”
He put his hand on top of mine, pressed it harder against his growing length, and slid it up and down the denim, the roughness only adding to my increasing desire. “And I would have you right now if we were in a place to make that happen,” he said followed by a heavy grown.
“Well, I can make something happen.” I looked at the hard length pushed against his zipper and unbuckled my seatbelt. I leaned across the console, raising his shirt so I could see those abs my tongue loved to trace. “These make me hotter than hell for you.” I ran my nails down the well-defined muscles, tracing the definition of each one.
He stopped my hand by pressing my palm flat against the taut plane. “Don’t start something you aren’t going to finish, chéri.” The panty-melting smoldering smile and the deep blue-green glow from his eyes told me he meant what he said.
“Mr. Rock Star, my intentions are pure when it comes to this, with you,” I said as I lay across the console, my head directly above where I wanted my mouth to be. I pulled open the button of his jeans and slid the zipper down one metal tooth at a time prolonging his wait. He felt granite-hard. I pulled his swollen cock from inside his boxer briefs and ran my hand up and down the smooth length, the friction causing him to suck in a breath. His legs straightened as though he was stretching them which allowed me to inch his jeans down enough so I could get to the part I desired.
I circled my hand around the base and ran my tongue from my hand up to the tip along the engorged vein, but when I reached the tip, I didn’t take it in my mouth yet. Instead, I ran my tongue all the way around with slow progression, just beneath the smooth head. He groaned and fisted my hair so that he could watch what I was doing.
“Your soft hair feels great sliding on my skin but not as good as watching your magic tongue work me over, mon chéri.”
I took that as my cue to continue, and this time, I wrapped my lips around the head swirling my tongue across the slit several times. It rewarded me with a healthy drop slipping out. I took him past my guarded teeth and sucked him down as far as I could go, carefully gauging the position so I didn’t gag. On the second pass, I continued until the smooth head rubbed the back of my throat, and I swallowed, easily cutting off my air for a brief moment as my throat spasmed around him. When I pulled out, this time, I increased the suction, and I felt a stinging on my scalp as he tightened his grip in my hair, letting me know my actions were pleasing to him.
“Oh, babe. You can’t do that, or this is going to be over way too fast for me. I love the way you feel wrapped around my dick.”
I let go of the tight suction and slid back down his length. This time, when I came up, I added a twisting movement with my other hand and the slightest touch of teeth to the mix.
“No, no, no,” he said on a strained exhale.
“Oh sorry. You don’t like teeth or twisting?”
“I fucking love it all, but that’s for sure going to cause me to blow my wad on the next pass.”
“How far are we from home?” I slowly pumped my hand up and down his cock slick with a combination of our liquids.
“Ten minutes, max,” he gritted out between pumps.
“Good.” That’s all I said before I swirled my tongue around him once again and took him back deep in my throat. On the second pass, I swirled again with my hands but left off the teeth. I switched it up while I continued to suck him off. As he put his foot on the brakes in his driveway, I launched a full-scale attack on him using all of my tricks. I wrapped my free hand around his tightened sac and softly massaged before sliding down to massage across the skin behind his sac. It only took a few times, and he stopped me by my hair.
“We’re home, stop. I’m going to blow down your throat.” That got him more suction until I heard him let out an animal-like growl and felt the first string of his orgasm hit the back of my throat. I continued pumping and licking until he was spent. He bent forward, his head landed on the steering wheel, his breathing uneven.
He finally looked at me where I had returned to my seat. “Damn, girl, that’s the best road head I’ve ever had while driving.” He smiled at me.
“You’ve had it so often you can compare it with that many others?” I said it with a teasing little huff in my voice.
He started laughing. “Hell, no. Just so you know, I’ve never had a blow job while driving before, but I have to say, if you give me a few minutes to regroup, I’ll drive us all around Austin if you want to try to outdo yourself.”
“As good as that sounds, I think I would like a little reciprocation at some point.” I sat back and gave him my own smirk.
“That can definitely be arranged in sixty seconds or less.”
The next amazing week passed by in a blur, but I wasn’t always happy with the situation. While I was with Lola almost every minute for the week, she had been filling out job applications for the Houston Medical Center. I knew it was one of the best places in the world for her to work, but it was three hours from Austin, and that wouldn’t work for me. We hadn’t ventured into talking about future plans together, but we did spend spent time getting to know each other better. I knew I wanted more, and she hadn’t even left yet. I wracked my brain, constantly trying to come up with a plan to keep her here, but nothing had gelled so far.
I believed the Journey entourage enjoyed all of the best things to do in Austin while also hitting up almost every concert venue in Austin. Everyone in the band pulled a few strings to get them into some of the popular shows, which Carter would like to have received more appreciation for, but I kept telling him, “Too young, Carter.” All I got was a one finger salute. Of course, a couple of the girls were more than willing to thank Carter in a personal way, but I was glad it didn’t happen—at least as far as I knew. The band had fun with the girls, and I think they agreed to go with them to some of the shows to keep Carter in check.
Hayden was another story. The boy was in love with them all, and the girls spent as much time ‘being in love’ with him, too. He was going to hate it when their time was up, and they returned to Paris. Talk about an ego boost, when the girls assured him being a young dad, who was responsible, made him hot in their eyes, his peacock feathers emerged big and bold.
I walked in from rehearsing one afternoon and found Hayden and a few of the guys from the studio with the five girls having a pool party at my house. Apparently, clothing was optional.
“Uh, dude. What’s up?” I tried to be the cool guy and not make it sound like I was overly concerned with beautiful women in various stages of dress—beginning with bikinis—as they bounced around on both sides of the volleyball net.
“Just playing some strip volleyball.” Hayden didn’t even have the courtesy to look embarrassed.
“Is that right? Never heard of that game before,” I said.
“We made it up, but the rules are the same as strip poker. My team is winning.” He smirked up at me, and it was hard to ke
ep a straight face. The faces of the group made it obvious some alcohol was involved, too.
“And besides, Gunner, we’re acting more than responsible. We’ve used plenty of sunscreen,” Journey added, having the good sense to duck down in the water enough, so I was not staring directly at her perky tits.
“Yeah? That’s good to know, Journey.” I tried not to stare under the water as her tits moved around and kept a straight face. It was hard, but I somehow fought the urge.
Ivey jumped out of the pool, and thank God, she still had her bathing suit bottoms on, what little there was of them. She picked up her drink and pointed to a jug. “Here’s the bottle. We stopped about every fifteen points to reapply.” She held up a half-empty, industrial sized bottle of coconut scented lotion. I was sure this was the highlight of the day, rubbing newly exposed skin with silky feeling coconut oil. As big as the bottle was, they could play for a few more days and not use it all. I thought it must have looked like an oily orgy going on in my backyard. What a show my neighbors would get if they peeked over the fence.
I shook my head and walked in the house. Things might get interesting with Lola’s arrival in the next few minutes. An explosion could occur when she saw all of those naked bodies. She and Peri entertained the little ones all afternoon so Hayden could spend his time with the girls. I might need to run interference if the volleyballers planned to continue playing for much longer.
Thankfully, the pool party shut down when they decided to go for food. I insisted they allow me to arrange a car and driver for their evening. The group was thrilled with that idea. They left to the tune of “Party, party, party!” and all was right in their world.
My phone rang, and Lola’s name flashed on the screen.
“Hey, my little cherry pie. My big ol’ empty house is lonely without you. When you going to be here?” Did I sound like a big pussy at that point? Yeah, I did. I knew it, and that was okay with me as long as it was with this woman.
“I’m on my way, but I have some news you’re not going to like.” I didn’t like the sound of that.