I caught Charlie as her knees gave out. Reversing our positions, I pulled an equally sweaty Charlie onto my lap as I collapsed onto the couch. It took some time for our harsh breathing to normalize. When it did, I asked, “Are you okay?”
“More than.” A shit-eating grin spread across my face when she gave me the same answer she used to when we were younger and I asked. Charlie shared a knowing grin with me that had my cock stirring for round two. “Again?” she teased as I stood, keeping her in my arms.
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” I replied carrying her across the room towards the steps.
“So where are we headed?” she giggled.
“Bed. Now,” I grunted as I took the stairs two at a time.
CHAPTER TEN
Charlie
Light filtered across the room as I slowly came awake. It took a minute for me to realize that I was in Cage’s bed . . . in his room . . . in his house. Oh, and I was naked as the day I was born, with absolutely no idea where my clothes were. The clock next to the bed told me it was four o’clock in the afternoon. I must have fallen asleep after we made love. And there was no other way to describe what we did that second time but to say we made love. It was slow and sweet, and so very intense. My face warmed at the thought of everything we shared with each other without saying a word.
One of my favorite parts of last night was when I asked about the need for a condom. In classic Cage talk, he said “I’ll be damn if anything ever separated us again.” I could feel all the pieces of my heart coming back together again piece by piece with every minute I spent with this beautiful man.
I sat up when I saw the framed picture of us next to Cage’s clock. Picking it up, I got a better look at Cage and I after the homecoming game sophomore year where Cage single handed won against Prep. We both looked so young and so very happy. I remembered how nervous Cage was going up against the highest regarded Nate Maxwell.
Shit! I needed to call Nate to let him know I was okay. But first I needed to find clothes. The I needed . . . hell . . . I was not sure what I needed. Clothes! Yes, clothes were my first priority, then Cage, then a phone. After using the bathroom, I found the drawer with all of Cage’s t-shirts. Picking the first one had me wearing one of his favorites; a vintage, black Led Zeppelin t-shirt that came to rest about mid-thigh.
When I opened his bedroom door, I heard the soft sounds of a piano that got louder as I made my way downstairs. The sound taking me back to all the times Cage played for me when no one else was around. He was so musically talented, but he hated that anyone knew. His parents constantly wanted to parade those talents in front of their friends and relatives, but Cage just wanted to play for himself. His piano was how he wrote all of his songs, working out the melody to make sure it was just right. Even in high school he was piecing together music and phrases that fit how he felt or what he was going through. Those ballads helped him to express what he could never say out loud.
I leaned against the wall just watching him, enjoying this moment of seeing him in his element once again. Pages of paper were sprawled out all around him as he stopped and added more notes. His love for what he did evident when a smile overtook his face lighting it up to the point it was beaming. Not wanting to disrupt him, but needing to be a part of this I slowly crept along the wall until I took the final few steps to be next to him.
At my appearance by his side, Cage looked up and into my eyes. His held so many emotions that I took a step back from the sheer force they branded me with.
“I didn’t mean to disturb you,” I mumbled.
“Yes you did,” Cage laughed as he turned to grab my hand. Holy shit. Shock rolled through me as I stared at the very same tattoo that I had on back. His was on his chest, right above his heart.
“Cage.” My breath caught. I traced the outline of the ink as he pulled me down next to him on the bench. “When?” Nothing more needed to be said, because he knew what I was asking.
“Same as you. When I turned eighteen.” Cage let me continue to trace every line. His arms came around me, pulling me close. When I pressed my lips to his tattoo, he released a huge sigh as if a weight had physically been lifted from him.
“It’s beautiful,” I said looking into his eyes once again. Not afraid this time with what I saw there.
“You’re beautiful.” His lips found mine, soft and gentle. Breaking away, a happy smile spread across his face. “And if I remember correctly you always loved to sit next to me when I was working through something. Back then it was just sounds and a few words.”
“That’s not true,” I interrupted. “I loved whenever you would play for me. I knew I loved you the first time you did.” A slow reddening of his cheeks told me he remembered playing “Clair de Lune” for the first time for me when we were ten.
“But that was just playing what someone else had written. And stuff I put together wasn’t music. Not like what I do today.”
“Everyone has to start somewhere,” I countered.
“That they do,” agreed Cage. “That they do.” The smile he wore matched the one in his eyes as he turned back to the piano and started playing again. I knew I would listen as long as he played. On rainy days we would sit like this for hours. Ever-so-slowly as to not break his concentration I laid my head against his shoulder as he continued to work through a melody. Next came words that stole my breath and anchored my soul to this man forever.
There is no forever
Without an eternity in your arms
Our love is limitless
It knows no bounds
You are the dream that I have every day
If only you would stay
Forever in my arms
Where I can keep you out of harm
You would be better without me
But I stand before you on bended knee
Begging you to forget the past
So our future will forever last
There is no forever
Without an eternity in your arms
Our love is limitless
It knows no bounds
Love blossomed in my heart and tears pooled in my eyes as his fingers came to rest over the keys of the last notes. Without looking at me, head down, Cage asked, “Did you like it?”
“No,” I choked out. His head whipped around. Taking in my watery eyes, his shoulders sagged in relief. “I loved it,” I corrected.
Cage leaned over until his forehead rested on mine. “And I love you Charlotte Nicole Moore.”
“Then show me,” I demanded, letting the hunger I had for him shine through.
Not hesitating, Cage barked, “Always,” as he pushed the bench back and lifted me up onto the keys of the piano. A litany of different notes filled the air as my ass pushed against the keys as Cage hooked my legs over his shoulders. “You look so damn sexy in my shirt, here in my house. And right now you smell so fucking good,” he said as he buried his nose between my legs and took a deep breath. “You and me together is a potent aphrodisiac Ms. Moore. And look at your pussy weeping for me already. I bet you taste as good as you smell.” Cage then proceeded to lick from my anus to my hood before blowing air on the moist trail he had left behind, sending a hunger so wicked for this man I knew I could never get enough of him.
My breath left me as I fell against the piano, sending more awkward sounds into the air. Cage wasted no time as he feasted on me. Each lick and plunge of his tongue into me had me bucking my hips to find the release I so desperately craved. I begged for him to finish me, but he pulled back each time I teetered on the edge. When it finally became too much I gripped his head to me, riding his face, making music of my own as I sang my release.
Boneless, my grip loosened and my hand fell away as Cage’s fingers began to play me like his beloved piano. Adding a second finger, Cage was relentless as he picked up the pace driving me closer and closer to another release. “Don’t stop,” I pleaded, earning me a soft kiss on my inner thigh before Cage’s mouth latched onto my clit and sucked so hard ligh
tning struck across my vision as I exploded like fireworks on the Fourth of July. Chanting his name over and over again as I rode my wave of ecstasy.
Cage
Her chest rose and fell at such a rapid pace I knew I needed to wait before plunging into her so deep that we could not tell where she ended and I began. I pushed my shorts off as she finally opened her enchanting emerald eyes. I lifted her up off the keys and straight onto the head of my cock. So fucking tight. Her pussy clamped down around me making my progress slow as I continued to penetrate her until her lower lips kissed the root of my cock. Charlie pulled my t-shirt up and off her body at the same time she began to rock back and forth. I knew I was hitting all the right spots when Charlie threw her head back moaning for more. I kissed up the column of her neck as I buried my hand in her hair, directing her mouth to mine. My tongue matched the rhythm of our bodies as she rode me, building to a cadence that was bound to have us both detonating in mere minutes.
My arms came around Charlie as our pace increased again. Starting at her shoulder blades I ran my hands down her back to her ass cheeks, where I griped them so hard I was sure she would have marks. Spreading her ass, my fingers played along her puckered hole. Charlie’s own growl accompanied the tilting of her hips to drive my cock further into her and to rub her clit just the way she needed, at the same time I began to thrust up.
Our lips met messy and wet as I felt my climax building. It was so high I knew nothing could stop my glorious fall. “Cum baby,” I grunted right when Charlie’s walls squeezed the seed right out of me and we came together in glorious bliss.
Her forehead came to rest against mine as my dick continued to spasm within her. “It gets better every time,” she whispered.
“Yes it does.”
“We need a shower.”
“Yes we do.”
“Wow, you are really agreeable after great sex.”
“You need to clarify that - after great sex with you.”
She laughed. “Ok. You are really agreeable after great sex with me.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Charlie
I was not going to lie, I was nervous as hell. After a quick shower together and then a stop at Nate’s house to change and check in, I was on the way to Shutter William’s house to meet the band and attend their tour kick-off party. I wanted the guys to like me, but I was also uneasy about what this meant for Cage and me. It blew my mind that I was just starting to get my Cage back and he would be leaving in a matter of days for a six-month, big city tour.
“Shutter,” Cage called as we walked through the front door. The house was empty, but music was blaring from the back of the house. When no one answered, Cage led me down the hallway to a huge kitchen with a beautiful view of a waterway. We walked out onto the porch hand-in-hand, earning us stares from the small group already there. “Shutter,” Cage said in greeting to one of the most tattooed guys I had ever seen, but also one of the most gorgeous. He wore a white wife-beater that showed off his arms and neck covered in ink, as well as what I could see of his chest. Even his face had ink on it. Pictures of this man did not do him justice as he stood before me in all his tattoo glory. Shutter met us, exchanging a bro-handshake with Cage before turning his ocean blue eyes on me. They were such a striking contrast to his black faux-hawk.
“This is Charlie,” Cage said introducing me. “Charlie this is Shutter, Caged In’s drummer.”
“And best friend,” Shutter said as he took my hand, placing a kiss on the top of it.
“Hogwash,” came from behind Shutter as Locke stepped around him. “I was the one who brought this bloke into the band, so I get to claim best friend.” Locke’s rant had me smiling as the fourth and final band member joined our circle. Linc was gorgeous in a punk rock kind of way with his blonde hair buzz practically bald and warm, chocolate brown eyes. His “Save the Ta-Tas” t-shirt was sleeveless revealing arms that were covered in tattoos from his wrist to his shoulders. One dimple winked at me when he smiled.
“Or so you claim,” said Linc, as he extended his hand.
I took it in greeting, as I said, “I’m Charlotte.”
“Oh trust me love, we all know who you are,” he said, tugging me into his arms and away from Cage’s. “Cage was right to keep you from us all those years. I definitely would have tried to steal you away.”
“Hey now, hands off my girl,” Cage laughed as he pulled my back against his front. The phrase “my girl” was not lost on the guys as they all shared a look before turning their attention back to me. “In fact, keep your everything to yourselves,” which earned a laugh from everyone.
“Well make yourselves at home. Lord knows these fuckers have,” remarked Shutter, gesturing all around him as he turned and made his way back across the deck.
“Ay Cage. Tons of beautiful feeks tonight,” said Locke as Linc wandered off.
“Did you say geeks or freaks Locke?” Cage joked and I laughed. Locke’s face grew as red as his hair.
“Women. I said fucking women.” Locke flustered was pretty funny to see.
“Nah bro you didn’t,” Cage said as I nodded my head in agreement.
“Feeks is women in gaelic.”
“Sure it is buddy,” teased Cage, “sure it is.”
“You wanker. Go get a drink. You are no fun sober.” I stood corrected. Locke in a tiff was even funnier. I giggled as he shook his head and walked away.
“I love giving that guy a hard time.”
“I can tell,” I said as Cage led me over to the bar and asked for two longnecks.
“Cage,” came a gravelly voice behind us. “Introduce me to your newest flavor.”
Cage cleared his throat, sending me a sideways glance before turning around. “Hogan, how are you?”
“As good as always,” he replied as he practically eye-fucked me. I knew I pushed the envelope a little tonight with my Ryan Wethers’ mini-dress choice, but not enough for me to be visually raped by this forty-something, balding creep. “Hello there beautiful. I’m Hogan Reynolds, manager extraordinaire for the very famous Caged In, and who might you be? Don’t tell. Let me guess. A porn star?” My mouth hung open at his suggestion. “From the look on your face I would say no. Ok how about a Sci-Fi channel actress? Did some zombie beaver eat you out or something?” Holy shit who was this asshole! I looked to Cage to see him as shocked and appalled as I was. “Still a no, huh? Ok, lay it on me, who are you princess?”
I wanted to tell this guy “someone who was too classy to even talk to him,” but if this really was Cage’s manager I did not want to start off on a bad footing, so I sucked it up, stuck out my hand and introduced myself. “I’m Charlotte Moore.”
“No shit. I recognize you now. Well I have to say Cage landed himself a shark this time, and not just any shark, a fucking great white.”
“Enough Hogan.” Cage’s voice held a bit of an edge to it.
“Why Cage? You have already been connected to her, so why are you with her again? You don’t do do-overs.”
“I mean it Hogan. Shut the fuck up,” Cage seethed as he stepped in front of me, shielding me from Hogan. “Walk away.”
“This isn’t over. We will be discussing this tomorrow at the band meeting.”
“What-the-fuck-ever,” Cage said, grabbing my hand and pulling me behind him.
“You don’t want to see me angry. You know what happens when I get angry,” yelled Hogan.
“Easy Hulk,” laughed Locke from across the deck. “No one here wants to see you turn green.” All laughed at Locke’s remark, breaking up the tension for everyone except Cage, who looked like a little green himself as if he could smash Hogan with just a thought.
Cage
I should be in heaven, chilling with my boys and my girl finally by my side. Hell, I should be laughing it up as Locke regaled stories of our road trips before we made it big, making Charlie laugh. A small smile peeked out as I just sat back and watched her beautiful face light up. Every once in a while she would look over
at me and smile or squeeze my hand, but then one of the guys would pull her attention back to them. But I could not get Hogan out of my head. He was up to something as I watched him go back and forth among the different groups here tonight.
There was Sex Bruise, an all women, up-and-coming band that I thought was pretty awesome. They were our first opening act for this tour and Shutter was obsessed with their drummer, a cute little blonde. Then there was the other act which was some past-its-prime band that Hogan managed as well. I had no idea how they got on this tour. We swore Hogan had dirt on someone to get them on the billing. Then there were the groupies, our usual go-to-girls that warmed our beds whenever was needed. Looking over the group, I think I was connected to all of them at some point in time over the last few years. I shuddered at the thought, drawing Charlie’s mesmerizing eyes to me.
I took a long pull of my beer to calm by nerves. Damn it. Why did I ever leave her? I knew I was doomed that first night in my aunt’s house when I realized Charlie would never come through my window again. She would never crawl into my bed on really bad nights when only I could calm her racing heart down. And now I was about to leave her again? No fucking way. I did not have it in me. Charlie just had to come. I needed to check with the guys, but they would be cool with it. It was Hogan that would throw the fit.
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