Karaoke at the Tumbleweed

by Carol Lynne

  “Well it would have to be on my knees to get down to your level.” Nicole didn’t wait for a reply. She slammed and locked the door and sunk to the floor. Lonnie had no idea how close he’d come to her biggest fear.

  “What if he’s right and Tag sees through me and decides he doesn’t like what he sees?”

  Tag rode his Harley by Nicole’s house when he finally got off work. He slowed as he passed, noticing no lights on. His chest tightened at the thought of their earlier conversation. It took all his strength to keep going down the road.

  Pulling the bike up to his little cabin, Tag shut off the engine and sat there. He looked toward his father’s house. Even though he couldn’t see the white monster from the cabin, he was always aware of its presence.

  Nicole had been right. He needed to deal with his past. He knew from Charles’ attorney that the house had been well cared for since his death. Tag started his bike and hoped the electricity was still connected. He roared off down the dirt path toward the answers to his life-long questions.

  Chapter Six

  After three days of not hearing from Tag, Nicole became worried. She’d received numerous calls from Bobby Jim asking if she’d talked to him. As far as she could tell, no one in town had seen or heard from Tag since he’d left work on Monday night.

  Once she’d finished washing the last pan, Nicole locked the shops and got into her car. “Please start,” she prayed out loud as she turned the key in the ignition. After several attempts and a loud backfire, the old beast finally started.

  Taking a chance, Nicole drove toward the old Barrett house. If Tag was still in town and no one could reach him at the cabin, that’s where he’d be. At least she hoped like hell that’s where he was. The thought of him leaving town without saying goodbye was too much for her nerves to handle.

  Parking in front of the garage, Nicole walked to the front door and rang the bell. After several attempts, she went around to the side of the house. “Tag?” Nicole called as she walked around back. She was just about to leave when she noticed the back patio door wasn’t closed all the way.

  Looking through the glass she couldn’t see a thing. “Tag?” she called again as she entered the quiet house. Walking through the empty rooms felt strange. It was evident Tag had been here. The big question was if he was still in the house and why he wasn’t answering her calls. “Tag?”

  Nicole ascended the grand staircase toward the upper floor. The house was still as beautiful as she’d remembered from her childhood, although, it almost felt lonely. A house this big should be filled with children.

  Searching bedrooms, Nicole opened the door at the end of the hall. “Tag?”

  Tag was curled on the bed sound asleep. Nicole looked around the room. Scratch that previous thought. Tag was curled on the bed passed out from a bottle of Wild Turkey. “Oh, Tag,” Nicole sighed as she picked up the empty bottle.

  Going to the bathroom down the hall, Nicole wet a washcloth and took it back to the bedroom. Sitting on the side of the small twin-size bed, Nicole wiped the grime off Tag’s masculine face. Deciding he needed a whole lot more than a face wash, Nicole started stripping the clothes from his body.

  Tag didn’t even stir as she bathed his entire body with a washrag and pan of hot water. Even in sleep, Nicole could see the anguish on his face. “What have you been through this week?” she whispered.

  After shaving his face, Nicole covered Tag and went downstairs to see if there was anything in the house to eat. As expected, the cupboards were bare which meant Tag probably hadn’t eaten at all in the last three days.

  She penned a quick note and left the house.

  Opening his eyes, Tag tasted toothpaste. “What the hell,” he grumbled. The sound of his own voice almost shattered his ear drums. His head was pounding and he thought for a second he must be dying.

  The rolling of his stomach reminded him of his activities the past few days. He needed to pee so bad he was in pain, but the thought of lifting his head off the pillow was enough to keep him there. He tried to look around the room for something to pee in without having to actually get out of bed. It was then that he noticed he was naked and under the covers.

  He held both hands to his head as he forced himself to sit up and swing his legs over the small bed. The sound of someone coming up the stairs had him releasing his head to cover his groin with the child’s bedspread, no, not the child’s, his. This had been his room when he was a boy.

  The door opened and he looked up. “Angel?”

  The smile Nicole flashed him gave Tag the strength he needed. “I need to pee.”

  Laughing, Nicole helped him up. “Even hung-over you’re still a sweet-talker.”

  He gave as much of a smile as he could master and put his arm around her shoulders. Without being asked, Nicole helped him down the hall to the bathroom. When he should have released her, he held on, making her walk him to the toilet.

  “Do you want me to hold it for you, too?” she asked.

  “Only if you want,” he answered. Tag reached down with his free hand and relieved himself with a sigh of pleasure. Very few things outside of the bedroom felt as good as that first pee of the morning. “What time is it?”

  “Almost four.”

  Four? “What day?” he asked as he shook himself off.

  “Thursday.”

  She helped him to the sink where he washed his hands, noticing his clean-shaven face. “Did you brush my teeth, too?”

  “No,” she giggled. I did squirt a little toothpaste in your mouth though. I was working so closely that your breath was starting to get me drunk.”

  Nicole walked him back to bed. “Why don’t you rest? I’ll go down and get you a bowl of soup.”

  The thought of food had his stomach doing flip flops. “I don’t think I can keep anything down.”

  “Too bad. You’re going to at least try. I’ll bring a puke bucket back up with me, but if you don’t get something in your stomach you’ll be sick for a different reason. Wild Turkey,” she scoffed. “You could’ve at least gotten drunk on something decent.”

  “Oh, God,” Tag covered his mouth. “Please don’t mention it.”

  Nodding, Nicole helped him under the covers. Even hung-over, her nearness had his cock filling. She giggled again and shook her head. “Rest. I’ll be right back.”

  Tag watched her ass as she walked out of the room. Thursday, so at least he hadn’t missed her competition. He thought of the last few days and the myriad of emotions he’d gone through. The one thing that had stayed true throughout was his love for his angel.

  Nicole was back in no time carrying a tray of food. “I made you some dry toast as well.” She set the food down on the bedside table and lifting the bowl of soup. Sitting next to him on the bed, Nicole slowly fed him the first spoonful. He was surprised how easily the hot liquid went down.

  “It’s good,” he said.

  “Thanks. It was my momma’s recipe. My daddy showed me how to make it when I was still a child. I’ll teach you when you’re feeling better.”

  After finishing the bowl, Tag put his hand on Nicole’s thigh. “Will you lay with me?”

  “Depends. You stayin’ or goin’?”

  “Get naked and under the covers with me and I’ll tell you,” Tag answered. He pulled back the covers, exposing his aroused state.

  With a blush on her cheeks, Nicole quickly got undressed. “I thought you told me today was Thursday?”

  “Yeah, I did.”

  “Then why are you wearing Saturday’s panties?”

  Nicole looked down and covered her mouth. “I swear I’m going to get rid of this underwear. I usually just grab a pair out of the drawer and don’t give it a second thought. It’s only times like this when I question my panty choosing wisdom.”

  “Throw them out, throw them all out. I like you much better bare-assed anyway.” Tag reached out and pulled Nicole on top of him. “You feel good.”

  “I do?” The wicked woman began rub
bing her soft pussy against Tag’s cock. “Talk to me,” she said settling down.

  Tag rolled to his side and fit Nicole’s body to his. “What do you want to know first?”

  “What made you shut yourself in this house for three days?”

  “Memories. Pictures.” Tag thought of the hundreds of pictures of him strewn throughout the house. It was almost like his father had created a shrine to his lost son.

  “Do you believe what I told you? About Mr. Barrett searching for you?” Nicole circled his nipple with the tip of her finger.

  “I saw the files,” Tag admitted. “Stacks and stacks of reports. My father spent thousands of dollars and the lawyers weren’t able to locate me until after his death. He died alone, in this house.” Tag looked around the bedroom. “I’ve spent the last few days trying to figure out why.”

  Nicole tried to run her fingers through his hair, but it was so tangled and greasy she made a face and cupped his cheek instead. “You’ll never know the answer to that question. I think the main thing is for you to forgive your parents and yourself. You were a child and you had to believe the adults in your life. In your case, your mother did what she felt she needed to do.”

  “Unless my father was some kind of monster why would she try and keep me from him?”

  “Maybe she was afraid he’d take you away from her. Look at this house, Tag. Your father was a very wealthy man. Maybe your mom loved you so much that even the thought of being separated from you drove her into hiding.”

  “I never thought of it that way,” Tag admitted. He looked into Nicole’s green eyes. “You’re a very wise woman. How’d I get so lucky?”

  “Luck had nothing to do with it, it was the Harley,” she joked.

  Rolling over, Tag insinuated himself between Nicole’s thighs and kissed her. She gave a slight push to his shoulders and broke the kiss. “I love you,” she said. “More than you’ll ever know, but you’ve got to get up and brush your teeth.”

  Tag started laughing. “Here I am trying to make love to my girl and she tells me my breath stinks.”

  “Good hygiene is an important part of making a successful relationship,” she said with a grin.

  Nicole closed the shops early the next day. It was her big day and she wanted to get started on it. Her first stop was to crawl back in bed with Tag. They’d opted to go back to her place the previous evening so she could get up early and open the store. Well, that and the fact there were no condoms at the Barrett house.

  Sliding under the covers, Nicole’s hands began to roam Tag’s beautifully sculpted body. He was definitely the man of her dreams in every way. She palmed his heavy sac and smiled as Tag moaned.

  “Morning, angel,” he mumbled.

  “Morning? Heck, it’s almost nine. You always lay in bed all day?”

  Tag opened one eye and looked at her. “Depends on who’s laying in bed with me.”

  “Better only be me,” Nicole said, gripping his testicles a little tighter.

  “Only you.” She released her grip and Tag sighed. “What time do we need to head to Louisville?”

  Nicole straddled his lap and reached for the box of condoms. “Around two, but I need to practice for an hour or so before we leave.” She extracted a foil packet and opened it. “Whatever shall we do until then?”

  “I’ve got a couple of ideas,” Tag said, clenching his teeth as Nicole rolled the condom down his shaft.

  Before she could impale herself, Tag flipped them. Rising over her, he shook his head. “I want to taste you first.”

  “I’m sure I taste the same as I did last night, but if you really need a snack who am I to deny you.” Nicole spread out and let Tag’s mouth wandered over her skin. He laved her breasts with slow and deliberate movements, taking the time to pay homage to each nipple before moving down her torso.

  When Tag loved her like this, all her self-confessed body flaws disappeared. Moving down, Tag applied pressure to her inner thighs in a silent plea. Happily spreading for him, Nicole moaned at the sheer bliss his tongue created as it travelled. “Ooh,” she sighed as he sucked on her clit. A finger was soon introduced to her pussy as he thrust inside.

  Nicole bucked up against his face as Tag released her clit. Burying her hands in his long hair, she held his head against her pussy. “Please,” she begged.

  Humming, Tag’s tongue found its way into her depths to lap at the creamy juices his loving had produced. She could feel the rasp of his five o’clock shadow as he tasted her. Nicole ran her fingers through his hair. God she loved his hair.

  Slowly, he worked his way back up her body and kissed her. “You ready for me, angel?”

  “Always,” she whispered, tasting herself on his tongue. With one smooth thrust, Tag was buried to the hilt. Nicole wrapped her legs around him as he began grinding against her pelvis.

  “I’ll never get enough of you.”

  She cried his name as he began to piston in and out of her. Nicole wasn’t sure where this incredible relationship would take them, but she’d be happy as long as they were together.

  Holding on to Tag’s back, Nicole felt the flex of muscles under her hands as he seemed to work himself into a frenzy. “Not enough,” he panted and repositioned her legs over his shoulders. The new position opened her even more as he ploughed into her depths with lightning speed.

  Nicole’s head moved closer to the wall with every thrust. As good as Tag felt, she wanted him stretching her even more. “In my ass,” she moaned. She hoped like hell she didn’t sound like a slut, but the thought of Tag taking her from behind nearly set her off.

  Nicole opened her eyes to see Tag staring down at her. “You sure?”

  “God yes.”

  Before Tag pulled out he reached down and spread some of her cream over her tightly puckered hole. His movements were slow and sure as he began preparing her to receive his girth. “Lube?” he asked.

  Nicole bit her lip to keep from crying out as his long index finger worked its way inside her body. She shook her head and pointed toward the TV tray beside her bed. “Vaseline?”

  With his free hand, Tag stretched out and grabbed the jar she used to rub on her feet most nights. Nicole grinned to herself, well, it was also there to accommodate her favourite toy under the mattress. Taking the jar from Tag, Nicole opened it and held it up.

  After getting a big scoop on his fingers, Tag continued to stretch Nicole’s hole. She didn’t have the heart to tell him she didn’t need that much lube or stretching. Since discovering a dildo in the ass was the best way to get off, Nicole had indulged three or four times a week.

  Tag sat back on his heels, and patted her ass. “Roll over, angel.”

  With a wicked grin, Nicole untangled her legs from his shoulders and quickly rolled to her hands and knees. She’d never done it in this position. Her self-gratifying sex sessions always happened while she was on her back. Nicole wondered what this new position would feel like.

  Removing his fingers, Tag positioned his cock at her opening. “Tell me if I hurt you,” he growled. Nicole could tell he was keeping a tight hold on his ardour as he slowly breeched her.

  The thick head of his cock pushing past the outer ring of muscles took Nicole’s breath away. Oh shit, Tag was a hell of a lot thicker than her dildo. Rocking back and forth, Tag buried himself inch by inch, stopping occasionally to make sure she was okay.

  Nicole felt zings of pleasure working their way up her spine as he pushed in to the root. She could’ve sworn she stopped breathing at one point, but the pain was soon replaced by an unbelievable pleasure as Tag started to move.

  “So tight,” Tag said, gripping her hips.

  The faster Tag moved in and out of her, the tighter he held her. Nicole was positive she’d have bruises from their coupling, but she couldn’t have cared less. They established a rhythm with her pushing back as he pounded into her. Their actions weren’t romantic but feral. The two of them lost in sensation.

  Tag released her hip with one ha
nd and reached around to pinch her clit. The dual sensations threw her into the most intense orgasm of her life. Her vision began to blur at the overwhelming rush of pleasure.

  “Angel!” Tag howled as he thrust once more. The stiffening and then shaking of Tag’s body told Nicole he felt the same way she did.

  Easing them both down onto the mattress, Tag remained inside of her. Nicole knew it wouldn’t last and he’d soon slip free, but she relished the added seconds of being filled. When her breathing was finally under control, she looked over her shoulder. Tag looked like he’d passed out. “That was way better than a dildo.”

  A grunt from Tag was all she got in return. Giggling, she ground her ass against Tag’s cock. A large hand began plucking her nipples as soft lips kissed her neck.

  Finally slipping free, Tag removed the condom and wrapped it in a tissue. He turned Nicole to face him and kissed her rabidly. “I love you. That was…unbelievable.”

  “I never doubted it for a second,” Nicole replied.

  Chapter Seven

  Curled against Tag’s side, Nicole watched the passing scenery. They’d opted to take the Cadillac to Louisville instead of the Harley. Nicole smiled at the memory of Tag whistling as she came out of the bathroom dressed in her new clothes.

  The stretchy white dress was tighter than she was used to, but the addition of the short red western-style vest helped hide her boobs a little. With the addition of her red cowboy hat and boots, she felt like a regular country singer. Tag’s eyes had practically bugged out of his head as she lifted her skirt to show him she was naked underneath. He’d proclaimed right then and there that they’d be taking the Cadillac. “No one looking as classy as you should be riding for several hours on the back of a Harley,” he’d said.

  Now, as they made their way to Louisville, Nicole sighed happily. She had everything she’d ever wanted. The contest didn’t even mean as much to her anymore. Having Tag was way better than going to a NASCAR race.