Everlasting

by S. E. Lund

  "You don't know how much that appeals to me."

  "Oh, but I do. And that's exactly what's going to happen on Tuesday night."

  We drove up to the parking garage where I kept the rental car, both of us smiling and imagining it.

  After we parked, I took her hand and we walked to the 8th Avenue apartment, enjoying the sounds of the city at night time, the traffic still busy even at that time of night, people out walking along the streets. When we arrived back in the apartment, Karen was sitting in front of the television, a magazine in her hand.

  "How was everything?" Kate asked after taking off her shoes.

  Karen stood up and stretched. "She went down for the night at nine. I know you said eight but she was wide awake and so we read a lot of books until she started to pull at her ear. She went down without a fuss once she got her bottle."

  "That's the sign," I said and hung up my jacket. "She always tugs at her ear when she's tired."

  "Thanks so much for agreeing to sit for us on Tuesday when Drake plays with his band," Kate said. "We'll need you for about three hours from nine until midnight, if that's okay."

  "Absolutely," Karen said. "Like I said, I have nothing scheduled this week so I'm totally free."

  "I'll make sure she's already down for the night so you can come and watch a movie or whatever you want," Kate replied.

  "Sounds good," Karen said and we said our goodbyes.

  When the door was closed, I wasted no time. All the talk about Tuesday night had me aroused and so I pushed Kate against the wall beside the door, my hands splayed against the wall on either side of her.

  "And now, Katherine, I think I need you on your knees."

  She smiled slowly, and the look in her eyes told me everything I needed to know.

  "Yes, Sir."

  She slid down to her knees and began to unfasten my belt, her moves slow and deliberate, her gaze moving from the considerable bulge in my pants to my face and back again. Before she unzipped my pants, she pressed her face against my groin, her mouth open around the outline of my cock, which strained against the fabric of my pants, running her lips along the length from the tip to my balls.

  She knew how to tease me.

  I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensations. When I heard the sound of the zipper, my cock jumped, and I had to watch once more as she pulled my slacks and boxer briefs down over my buttocks, exposing my erection. It sprung out of its confines and hung heavy in front of her face, the tip wet with pre-cum.

  "May I suck you, Sir?" she asked, her lip running over her bottom lip suggestively.

  "You may."

  I couldn't suppress a groan of pleasure when her tongue reached out to lap the head, a throb of lust making me exhale. She took the head in her mouth and sucked, running her tongue around the rim. With her other hand, she cupped my balls.

  "Oh, Katherine, you do know how to please me."

  I guided her head as she moved on my length, taking in more and more with each attempt until she gagged. She pulled back and recovered and then began once more, her lips tight around my cock, one hand stroking the shaft while she sucked and licked.

  "That's so good," I murmured, the pleasure building inside of me.

  She pulled off, stroking my length.

  "Stand," I said, reaching down to lift her up.

  She and I lifted her up, carrying her to the sofa. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck.

  I rested her against the back of the sofa and entered her, sliding inside her tight wet heat.

  Then I began thrusting, my thumb on her clit, stroking in a slow circle as I thrust slow and deep.

  "Tell me when you're going to come," I managed through gritted teeth.

  I watched her and when her eyes closed, her mouth opening in pleasure, I knew she was ready. Soon, I was there as well, my balls tightening with that familiar sensation, white hot pleasure coursing through me.

  "I'm coming," I managed to grunt as the pleasure spread white hot from my balls to the tip of my cock, the feel of her pussy clenching around me making it all the sweeter. I spasmed with her body spasming around me, our orgasms timed perfectly.

  "Oh, God..."

  When I was through, I leaned against her, my cock still deep in her body, her legs still wrapped around my waist. We both recovered, panting in each other's ears.

  I kissed her, my arms around her.

  "Was that to your liking, Sir?" she said coyly when our kiss broke. She gave me this playful expression that suggested she knew damn well that it was very much to my liking.

  "Yes, it was, Katherine. It was very much to my liking. Don't get too relaxed," I said, my eyes narrowing. "That's only one orgasm. I think you deserve something another. I think I'd like to strip you naked and eat you until you scream out my name."

  "That would be very much to my liking, Sir."

  And so I did.

  Chapter 23

  KATE

  I called my father the next day.

  "How are you, sweetie? We've missed you this past week or so."

  I smiled and rubbed Sophie's head as she played in her chair. "We missed you, too. We're going to be here another two weeks so I hope you two are all right there."

  "We're lonely," he said and his voice sounded sad. "We realized how much we rely on you two and Sophie for entertainment. What's going to happen when you move back?"

  "You know we're planning to move back?"

  "Yes, Drake called me to talk about options."

  "He never said anything."

  "He knew that this would be one of those hard conversations and even harder decisions. But I think Elaine and I have come to a decision. We think we'd like to move back and maybe spend a couple of months farther south in January and February. Maybe we'll do what Drake suggested and get a better home with wheelchair accessibility, so I can be more mobile and get outside more than I could in the penthouse."

  "Oh, Daddy, that makes me so happy." I got actual tears in my eyes at the news. "I've been so torn about all this. You know I really love our place in San Francisco, and I liked the studio but when I got back here, I felt like this was my real home. Plus, if Liam is going to be here living with Brenda, Drake would want to be closer to him. Drake doesn't think he should try for custody until the publicity around the trial dies down and it goes out of people's minds, so that means we'd want to be back in New York for the start of the school year."

  "My thoughts exactly. The autumn is the best time of year in Manhattan. I like California, but nothing can compare with Central Park in the autumn. We'd likely stay until the new year and then come out here for a couple of months. You two could visit when you had the time."

  "That's exactly what I was thinking. It would be different if Drake got full custody but that's not likely, so..."

  "So, moving back to Manhattan makes sense. I thought Elaine and I would be fine out here alone but even ten days feels like a long time without you two and without Sophia. I haven’t seen Heath and his family for a while. My friends are all in Manhattan... I guess I'm not ready yet to give up the ghost."

  "We'll stay in San Francisco until Liam is finished with the school year. Drake could go back to finish his Fellowship after Christmas and I could even finish my MA. We'll get a nanny to look after Sophie when I'm on campus. It'll work out."

  "It will. You two have to follow your dreams and we old fogies will follow you wherever you go."

  "That makes me so happy," I said. "The thought of us moving back and you staying in California was making me feel really sad."

  "That's why Drake called. He knew you were upset. We'll find a great place and have big family dinners and celebrate all the holidays together, like we always do. One of Drake's new brothers lives not too far away in Massachusetts, so there's opportunity to invite them down for holidays. I guess I was upset when I lost my ability to walk and felt I wanted to be somewhere I could spend most of my time outside, but home is where the heart is and my heart is with
you and with our family."

  "Mine, too." I wiped my eyes, my emotions almost overwhelming me at the thought we'd be back in Manhattan and all together instead of spread apart.

  We spoke for a few more minutes about the trial and then said goodbye until the weekend when I'd call again.

  I ended the call and sat for a moment, wiping my eyes. It was then that Drake arrived back from the store with a bag of bagels and cream cheese from the local deli as well as some fresh oranges for our juice.

  He put the groceries onto the island in the kitchen and came over to where I sat with Sophie.

  "What're the tears for?" he asked and sat beside me, turning my head to face him.

  "I was just talking to my dad," I said and smiled. "He told me that you called him and talked about him moving back and finding a better place to live. Thank you," I said and slipped my arms around his neck. "I love you, Drake."

  "I love you," Drake said and kissed me warmly. "I'd do anything for you. Anything."

  "I would for you, too."

  We kissed again and when our kiss ended, we pressed our foreheads together for a moment and I tried to enjoy the moment.

  Of course, at that moment, Sophie decided to bang her toy against her tray as if to get our attention. We both turned to her to watch her for a moment. Drake leaned over and lifted her out of her chair and for the next half an hour, we sat and played with her while we waited for lunchtime, discussing the logistics of our move back and all the preparations we'd need to make to get back into our lives – Drake restarting his Fellowship and me my MA.

  I had butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it.

  Sophie would be turning a year old, at least in terms of gestational age, rather than birth age. She was sleeping through the night which meant I was getting enough sleep for a change.

  I couldn’t wait to get back for good, although I'd miss the beautiful California beaches and weather.

  On Tuesday afternoon, Drake grabbed his change of clothes for the set, packed up his gear and went to O'Riley's for his gig.

  Karen was coming over at 8:45 P.M. and I'd take an Uber to the O'Rileys to watch his last set. We were going to rent a limo and do the whole role playing of me meeting a hot musician at a concert and going home with him. It would be fun. I'd wear his favorite dress, with no underwear on, and sit alone. He'd drop by between sets and chat me up, and then after the set, I'd wait for him behind the restaurant at the 'stage door' and go home with him.

  We'd have sex in the back of the stretch limo.

  It would be fun.

  I spent the afternoon with Sophia, walking around the streets with her in the stroller, visiting all my favorite neighborhood haunts. I felt good that we'd be moving back for September. It was my favorite time of the year. Our second anniversary would be coming up and it would feel strange not to be celebrating it in Manhattan in Central Park, so I was happy to imagine spending time in the park with all the colors of autumn around us.

  We had supper alone, the two of us sitting at the kitchen island, eating leftover pasta from the previous night. When I was finished cleaning up, I gave her a bath and put her in her jammies and then read to her for half an hour. By the time eight came around, she was sleepy and her eyes closed when I laid her in her crib with her bottle. She was asleep soon, her pacifier firmly in her mouth.

  On my part, I had a shower and dressed in my little black number that Drake liked so much. I did my best to look as sexy as I could, even wearing more makeup than usual. I wanted to play the part of a groupie, wearing big earrings and high heels and lots of lipstick. I wore my hair in a half-up half-down updo. When I looked in the mirror, I almost decided to take it all off again and go as my usual self, but this was going to be a special night for Drake – his first performance with the band again. He'd be excited and would be looking forward to our 'date'.

  Karen arrived precisely at 8:45 p.m. and got set up in front of the sofa with Netflix on to watch the latest episodes of her favorite series.

  I said goodbye and went to the street to catch my Uber, which thankfully was right on time. We drove through the streets of the city, and the closer we got to the restaurant, the more the butterflies in my stomach grew.

  I arrived at the O'Riley's in time for Drake's final set at 9:30. Because it was a Tuesday, the last set ended at 11:00 P.M. and so we'd have time to say goodbye to everyone and then we'd play out our little musician/groupie fantasy. After I paid my driver, I went inside and said hello to Colin, Ken's brother who tended bar, and then Sarah, his pretty dark-haired sister came by and said hello when I took a seat at a lone table at the back of the bar. Drake told me to sit at the back alone so he could come by and talk to me like I was a stranger.

  "Why don't you go sit at the front of the tables beside the stage? That way Drake could see you better."

  "No, that's all right," I said and waved her off. "We'll let the customers sit up close. I'm fine here."

  "If you're sure, because I can move you if you want..."

  "No, that's not necessary," I said and squeezed her hand. "Thanks, but I'm fine here."

  "What would you like to drink?"

  I bit my bottom lip, trying to think of what I wanted.

  "A vodka martini with a twist of lime."

  "Coming up," she said and threaded her way through the tables, taking new orders and picking up empty glasses on her way. I sat in the dim room and watched while couples and small groups arrived and left, taking seats and being served. Just before 9:30 P.M., Cliff Walters, one of Drake's band mates, came out on stage and a thrill went through me. Drake would come out soon to tune his guitar and I would get to see him the way other women saw him. As a musician, a hot looking musician, coming out on stage to get ready for the final set.

  I glanced around and saw the patrons were busy talking and drinking, but there was a table of young women off to the left of the stage, all dressed up and talking a little more loudly than the other guests. When Drake finally came out from the back of the restaurant to take the stage, the women seemed to perk up and whispered to each other. One wolf-whistled him and my gut clenched, jealousy rising in me in a way that surprised me.

  Yeah, he was that good looking...

  His dark hair was a bit longish and falling in his eyes in that really sexy way. He wore his black leather pants and a white linen shirt untucked and open a few buttons. If you added a tux jacket, he would have been dressed as his Master D persona and it made me a little breathless to realize he was all mine. Underneath his shirt, when he reached up to adjust the mic, his thick leather belt with the heavy buckle was visible and beneath that, his rather ample package captured behind his leather pants.

  Just watching him aroused me.

  Drake was gorgeous. He was good looking enough to be a model.

  The table of women giggled and laughed to themselves, clearly giving Drake the eye.

  One of them called out and at first, I didn’t understand what she said but she repeated it more loudly.

  "Hey, Doctor D!"

  There was a pause and the three women laughed together, their heads bent closer to each other. Then another spoke up, clearly trying to get Drake's attention.

  "Hey, Master D!"

  If Drake heard them, he didn't show it. Instead he picked up his bass guitar, slid the strap over his shoulder, plugged it into the amp and then began to tune it, playing scales and chords and adjusting the tuning. He had his head bowed and was listening to the notes, seemingly unaware of the table of women off to the side of the stage clearly ogling him.

  Or, maybe he was just outright ignoring them.

  I wanted to go over to the table and wipe the ridiculous grins off their faces but of course, I wasn't that kind of person so instead I sat and fumed, sad that they were going to try to ruin Drake's debut back with Mersey.

  Whatever those women wanted to achieve with their catcalls, they didn’t succeed. Drake and the band were great. Their set was tight and Drake sounded wonderful. God,
he was so hot...

  During the break, after the applause died down, one of the women at the table yelled out to Drake.

  "Hey, Dr. Dangerous, come over and talk to us!"

  Drake put his guitar down, bent closer to Ken, with whom he exchanged a few words. Then, to my utter surprise, Drake actually did go over to the table of women. He went over and knelt beside the woman in red who called out to him, a huge smile on his face. The women were totally shocked and their mouths dropped. He spoke with them and I would have killed to listen in to what he said. Finally, he pointed my way and everyone at the table glanced over to where I sat.

  Then Drake stood up, said something else to them all, and left.

  The women watched him walk directly over to my table. He had a determined expression on his face. He arrived at my table and took my hand, pulling me up and into his arms. He kissed me, deeply, and when my arms went around his neck, he lifted me up so that my feet weren't touching the ground.

  When he put me back down and sat on the chair beside me, he leaned closer and took my hand.

  "Drake," I said, trying to catch my breath. "What was all that about?"

  "Other than the fact that I love you madly and can't wait to get you home alone tonight so I can drive you mad with pleasure?"

  I smiled and fanned myself dramatically. "Other than that, yes."

  "I went to the women and said I appreciated their attention, but that I was taken and wasn't interested in any of them. I said that the love of my life, my goddess and the woman who rules my heart, was sitting in the back of the restaurant waiting for me to get off the stage so we could go home together. That seemed to shut them up."

  "It sure did shut them up, but they're whispering to each other like crazy," I said and glanced over to the table. One of had taken out a cell and was recording us. "They're recording us."

  Drake didn't even look at the table. Instead, he took my hand and kissed my knuckles, smiling at me, his eyes locked on mine.

  "I don't give a fuck about them. I only care about you." Then he leaned over and kissed me. "I can't wait for the set to finish so I can take you home in the limo and make you dizzy with lust."