Save Me From Myself (Nashville Nights)

by Stacey Mosteller

  “David?” My voice comes out much smaller than it normally would because he’s making me as nervous as he is. He must hear something in my voice, because when he turns to look at me, he looks more concerned than anything else.

  “Yeah darlin'?” He asks me, still not touching me.

  I have to clear my throat to rid it of the lump that’s suddenly settled there, “Are you sure everything’s okay? You look tense, and you’re worrying me.”

  Taking one hand from the steering wheel, he pinches the bridge of his nose with two fingers before sighing, “I promise, I’m fine. I just have a few things on my mind tonight.”

  Well, that wasn’t much help. But, since he is obviously not in the mood to talk to me, I’m not going to force him to. Leaning back into my seat, I cross my arms over my chest and look out the window instead of at him.

  Not a lot of time passes before he mutters, “Shit.” Pulling over to the side of the road, he shoves the car into park and I can feel his eyes on me. I can see his reflection as he turns in his seat to face me, but I don’t turn from the window. I know that I’m pouting, but he’s always trying to get me to tell him what I’m thinking, or what’s wrong, and it hurts a little that he won’t do the same.

  Gently, he takes my hand in his and links our fingers together. Tugging slightly on my hand, he says my name, but I refuse to look at him, continuing to stare stubbornly out the car window.

  “Damn it Lyric, will you please look at me.” There’s a note of pleading in his voice, and rolling my eyes, I turn to look at him. He’s looking at me sheepishly, like he’s embarrassed by his behavior. Good, he should be!

  “What?” I snap, really unhappy about the way the night is turning out. I was so excited to see him, to spend time with him, but now I’m wishing he would just take me home since he obviously doesn’t want to be around me. I spent entirely too much time trying to please Matt and it got me nowhere. I’m not going to make the same mistake again.

  David sighs again, “I’m really fucking this up, aren’t I?”

  “Fucking what up, David?” I ask wearily.

  Running his hand through his hair, he answers, “This isn’t how I wanted tonight to go you know? I had it all planned. I’d take you to dinner, spend time with you, and at the end, I had a specific idea of how this would go.”

  Uh, what? What is he talking about? “How what would go?” My voice is trembling, was he taking me out to dinner before telling me that he didn’t want to see me anymore? He’s just nice enough to do something like that. To try to let me down easy.

  Before I have a chance for those thoughts to go any further, he answers my question, “How asking you to be with me would go.”

  Holy hell. Considering the fact that thirty seconds ago I was convinced that he was getting ready to toss me to the curb, that answer was the opposite of what I was thinking. I don’t even know how to respond. The question is out of my mouth before I even realize I’m going to ask. “You want to be with me? As in, us, together? You being my boyfriend?”

  He cringes at the word boyfriend, “Yes, I guess I’d be your boyfriend.”

  “What’s that look for?” Doesn’t he want to be my boyfriend? How can that not be what he meant?

  He frowns, “Lyric, I’m thirty-one years old. Boyfriend sounds a little too much like high school.”

  Oh, so that’s his problem. The terminology. A giggle escapes before I can stop it, and he gives me a hard look. “Oh, I’m sorry, am I amusing you?”

  I’m full on laughing at the look on his face. “I’m sorry,” I gasp, “it’s just you’re such an old man. ‘Boyfriend sounds a little too much like high school.’ Do you hear yourself right now?” My free arm is wrapped around my middle trying to keep the laughter contained.

  He practically growls when he says, “I really hate that nickname.”

  “Well, stop acting like one and I’ll stop calling you one.” My laughter finally stops, and I grin up at him.

  He shakes his head, “So, are you planning to give me an answer?”

  “That depends, are you planning to ask me a question?” I love seeing him this way. He’s always so confident and sure of himself. Seeing him vulnerable and so nervous makes him seem a little less god-like.

  He visibly relaxes, “Uh, yeah, I guess that would help wouldn’t it?” Then, he says with an evil smile, “Lyric, will you please take pity on this old man’s heart and consent to being my girlfriend?”

  Just like that, I lose it again. He sounds so stiff and formal, like a true old man. I love the playful side of David. When I’m able to calm myself again, he’s staring at me with one eyebrow raised waiting for my answer.

  “Silly boy, you know my answer is yes.” The word is barely out of my mouth before he grabs me, pulling me across the seat and crushing my mouth with his. I immediately open for him and his tongue darts into my mouth to tangle with mine. Gripping his biceps to keep my balance, I lose myself in his kiss. I don’t know how long we stay locked in this embrace, but finally, David pulls away from my lips and breathing heavily trails kisses down my jaw.

  “Fuck darlin', you make me crazy.” He says gruffly, the heat in his voice making me shiver.

  “Me too,” I manage to gasp when he reaches the juncture of my neck and shoulder, sucking hard. All I want to do is climb into his lap and get as close as we possibly can, but I think this car might be too small. That doesn’t stop me from trying to get as close to him as possible, and when his hands tighten on my hips, moving me away from him slightly, I whimper.

  “Baby, we have to stop,” he says breathing heavily.

  I can’t help the “no” that comes out of my mouth. I don’t want to stop! Now that I know he wants me, I don’t ever want to stop! Putting my hands on either side of his face, I bring his mouth back to mine and he groans before kissing me back. I could kiss David forever and never get tired of it.

  Suddenly, I’m lifted off the seat and moved so that I’m straddling his lap in the front seat of his car. His lips never leave mine as his hands leave my waist and move up my shirt to cup my breasts. Moaning into his mouth, I arch my back to push my chest further into his hands. David kneads my breasts while he moves his mouth down my neck.

  His mouth combined with his hands is driving me insane with lust. My hips are moving of their own accord against his lap, causing both of us to moan. Just feeling the hardest part of him against me makes me want to have sex with him, right here, in his car and damn anyone that comes by. Luckily, he’s the rational one in this relationship, and just the fact that this is officially is a relationship now makes me feel warm all over. Pulling back, he drops his hands to my waist and stills my movements.

  His voice is gruff when he says, “Lyric, we can’t.”

  “Please David,” I plead.

  “Goddamn it,” he growls, “How am I supposed to tell you no?” His hands on my hips are gripping me tightly. He’s moving me back and forth over him slightly, and it’s scrambling all my thoughts.

  “You’re not,” I breathe, grinning inwardly at the knowledge that he wants me just as badly as I want him.

  “Darlin', as much as I want you, which is more than I want my next breath, I can’t do this with you in a car.” He sounds aggravated, and the tone of his voice makes me pay attention.

  “What do you mean, you can’t?” Rolling my hips, I give him a wicked smile, “It sure feels like you can.”

  David groans as his grip on my hips tightens, stopping my movements again. Then, he meets my gaze with a scowl on his handsome face, “Well obviously I can, but I shouldn’t. You deserve so much better than a quickie in the front seat of my car.”

  I melt. I’m not sure how I haven’t turned into a puddle on his lap. “Where do you come up with this stuff? You can’t be real.”

  David’s gaze doesn’t falter, “I’m not ‘coming up’ with anything. It’s true. I can’t do all the things I want to do to you in a car. I can’t make love to you here, and that’s what you deserve
.”

  My heart stutters when he says the word love. Neither one of us has said the words, but when he looks at me, I swear I see more than just lust. I don’t say anything further though, I don’t trust myself not to utter those three little words. I need him to say it first. David doesn’t say anything though, we just continue to look at each other, me on his lap in the front seat of his car.

  Finally, he breaks the silence, “My place or yours?”

  “Mine is closer,” I say, my stomach tightening at the glow of desire in his eyes.

  After kissing me quickly, he moves me off his lap and back into my seat. Then, he takes my hand in his and lifts the back of my fingers to his mouth. I meet his gaze, and he smiles softly, “I’m glad you said yes, darlin'. More glad than you can imagine.”

  “Me too.” I say quietly, because I am. This may be the last thing I was looking for, but it’s exactly what I needed.

  David doesn’t release my hand when he starts the car and gets back on the road. We head towards my apartment, both of us lost in our thoughts, but it’s a comfortable silence. For once, I’m not obsessing about why he’s quiet or what he’s thinking. The only thing on my mind is him and what he’s planning to do to me when we get there.

  We barely make it up the stairs and through my apartment door before my back is against the wall and his lips are on mine. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I put my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me. We both moan when his erection meets the apex of my thighs, and we’re oblivious to everything but each other.

  At least, we are until a throat clears behind David. My eyes fly open to meet his, and he mouths “Shit,” making me giggle. Looking over his shoulder, I see Anna standing in the hallway with her hands on her hips frowning at us. It’s the absolute worst time for giggling, but I can’t seem to help it. Tonight’s been a roller coaster of emotions so far, and it just won’t stop. Burying my face in David’s neck, I try to regain my common sense.

  David unwraps my legs from around his waist, but keeps me close to him as he turns to face Anna. Clearing his throat, he manages, “Uh, hi Anna. I didn’t know you’d be here tonight.”

  “Obviously,” she replies with a snort. “I’ll be sure and let you know when I’ll be out. In the meantime, don’t let me stop your show. At least someone’s getting lucky in this apartment.” With that, she walks past us, grabbing her coat out of the closet, and says “I won’t be back for a while, feel free to have hot monkey sex, just stay off my couch!”

  David finally laughs, “Have a good night, Anna!” he hollers at her back. She raises an arm to wave at him without turning back around.

  Looking up I meet his gaze, and he grins, “You are so much trouble, you know that?”

  I gape at him. “I’m trouble? You’re the one who likes putting me up against the wall.” Jerk. I move around him to walk further into the apartment and he grabs my hand, pulling me back into his chest.

  David puts his mouth down to my ear and whispers, “I like putting you up against walls, in the shower, in my bed, your bed and many other places we haven’t even tried yet.”

  Yes please! It’s a good thing he has his arms around me because my knees go weak from the images that flash through my mind at his words. He nips my ear, and I whimper, collapsing further into his chest.

  “So, should we christen Anna’s couch, or do you think you can make it to your room?” David’s voice is low and gravelly. The way it always gets when he’s aroused, and suddenly, I’m not sure we can make it.

  Turning in his arms, I reach up on my toes to kiss him, murmuring, “Can you get us to my room before we’re forced to christen the couch?”

  “Oh darlin', is that a dare? Because I do like dares.” With that, he swipes his arm under my knees, knocking them out from under me, and lifts me into his arms. Putting my arms around his neck, I can’t help but laugh at his antics.

  When we get to my room, he shuts the door with his foot before using one hand to twist the lock.

  “Just in case she comes back early,” he says before walking over to the bed. He tosses me down on it and I bounce, which makes me laugh harder. I don’t get to laugh for long though, he follows me down and leans over me pressing his lips to the skin right above the collar of my t-shirt.

  Gasping, my hands fly to his hair as I say his name. He doesn’t respond, but trails his tongue along the tops of my breasts. When he reaches my collarbone, he bites down gently and I arch my back, just having his mouth on me brings me close to the edge. David shifts so he’s between my thighs and I’m really wishing I’d worn a skirt tonight. If he doesn’t move this along, I’m going to explode, and not in a good way!

  “David, please!” I’m definitely not above begging at this point. Using the advantage of my hands in his hair, I try to move his mouth back to mine, but he reaches up and pulls them down, placing them so they’re above my head and I’m caught. I know my eyes are wide when I meet his, but with the way he’s positioned on top of me, and holding my wrists in one of his hands, I’m helpless. I am completely at his mercy, and I can’t decide if that’s good, or disastrous. He watches me for a few moments, making sure that I’m okay, before he trails his free hand down my side. Even over my shirt, it tickles and I’m writhing underneath him.

  “Please what, darlin'?” he murmurs, continuing to trail his fingertips along the bare skin of my stomach between the hem of my shirt and my pants. By now, I barely know my own name, let alone what the answer to his question is, so I just stare blankly at him. He looks down at me, eyes burning, but the expression on his face is so tender that my heart squeezes.

  “Please, please, touch me.” I can’t believe I’m actually having to beg him for this. I can feel his excitement against me, it’s not like he doesn’t want this too.

  His heated eyes are locked on mine as he pulls my shirt off and removes my bra. “Where do you want me to touch you?” He runs his hand down my chest, between my breasts, “Here?” he asks, as he runs the back of his fingers over my nipple. I gasp, arching up into him, but he continues to brush his knuckles down my body until he meets the top of my jeans.

  David dips a finger beneath my waistband, “Is this where you want me to touch you?” I barely nod, but he shakes his head, “No, I don’t think here is quite right.” He undoes my pants before pulling them and my panties off me and dropping them on the floor. Now, I’m laying on my bed completely naked, while he still has all his clothes on. It’s a very strange feeling, and I think I should be self-conscious, but with the way he’s staring at me, feeling that way is impossible. He’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. I could get addicted to him looking at me that way.

  “This isn’t fair,” I pout.

  He has to bite his lip to keep from smiling, but after a second, says, “What’s not fair?”

  “I’m naked, but you still have all your clothes on. That’s so not fair.” I wince inwardly at the whine in my voice, but damn it, if he gets to look at me, I want to look at him too.

  David smirks at me, “Well, we wouldn’t want things to be unfair.” Then, he strips off his shirt, and I almost want to check for drool. His body is the kind that sculptors love to emulate. Muscular, but not freaky muscles. You can tell the man works out, even though I’ve never seen him do it. He has six pack abs, a light dusting of golden hair, and arms that are bulging enough to make me swoon without being too much. When I’m finally able to bring my eyes back to his, I can see the laughter in them. They are still heated, but I can tell he’s having fun with this.

  “Are you done? Because I do have plans for you tonight.” At his words, my stomach tightens, and all sorts of thoughts go through my head.

  I squeak, “Plans?” What “plans” does he have, and will I survive them?

  Lowering his head, he murmurs against my lips, “Yeah darlin', plans.” Then, his mouth is on mine, and I’m no longer able to form coherent thoughts.

  ***

  David’s mouth m
oves over my jaw, down my throat and across my chest. He kisses all over my breasts, avoiding my sensitive nipples, and I think I might scream. Just when I’m ready to scream, he finally takes my nipple in his mouth, tugging hard. I’m almost embarrassed at the sound of the moans coming out of my mouth. While he is laving one with his tongue, he is pinching and pulling the other with his index finger and thumb, making it elongate and stand at attention.

  He’s still wearing his jeans, and even through them, I can feel how hard he is. I can’t stop my hips from moving against him, and the friction of the denim on the most sensitive part of my body is unreal. Between that and his mouth at my breasts, I’m so close to an orgasm my entire body is shaking.

  Right before I detonate, David takes his mouth and hands from my chest, and holds my hips so that I can’t get the friction I need anymore. “Not yet,” he mutters, his voice low and husky.

  Tossing my head back further into my pillows I groan, “Seriously?”

  “So impatient,” he chuckles, and I want to smack him.

  Narrowing my eyes at him, I ask, “Are you enjoying torturing me? Because this is NOT fun for me at all.”

  David raises one eyebrow, “Really? No fun at all? Well, if you feel that way, we can always just go to sleep.”

  Argh, he makes me want to freaking scream sometimes. “If you aren’t inside me soon, I’m going to hurt you.”

  “Alright, if you feel that strongly about it.” David lifts himself off of me before shucking his pants. He lays beside me on the bed, grasping me by the back of the neck to bring our lips together. “If you want it, you’re going to have to take it, darlin'.”

  Pushing against his chest, I look up at him questioningly. Did he just say what I think he said? He chuckles at the look on my face before rolling to his back and pulling me so that I’m on top of him. “Like I said darlin', take it.”