Davis

by INGRID HARRISON

  “OK,” I said grinning.

  “And besides, you and I need to talk,” he said more gravely. “Talking to you on the phone is…Well, it’s hard,” he said with a show of frustration on his face. “I feel like you hold back from me, like what you’re feeling or thinking, and that scares the shit out of me,” he finished in a rush of breath.

  He was right, I admitted to myself. I had always had issues with being confrontational, so I tended to keep my feelings and thoughts to myself. It had always worked well, because people typically enjoyed talking, so oftentimes people didn’t recognize what I was doing. It impressed me that Davis saw through that, and it made me feel appreciative that he truly wanted to know my thoughts and feelings.

  “You’re right. We do need to talk,” I started, “And I do tend to not verbalize what I am feeling if I feel like it might start an argument or disagreement, and I need to work on that.”

  He smiled suddenly, “So let’s go grab something to eat and talk”

  Nodding, we made our way out of the apartment. We ended up walking a couple blocks away to a bar and grill. The atmosphere was relaxed, and since neither of us was dressed up in our t-shirts and jeans, it was ideal.

  Seated in a booth in the corner, the restaurant was relatively empty. Well, it was already after 8pm on a Monday, so the lack of customers helped with giving us a feeling of privacy.

  I decided to order a drink, which wasn’t typical of me, but I was hoping the alcohol would make it easier for me to open up more with Davis. I wanted to tell him how I had been feeling, I really did.

  Davis ordered a beer and as we perused the menus, he commented on my choice of drink. “I don’t think I have ever seen you order a drink before, other than a beer.”

  “Yeah well, I figure a little alcohol will help loosen my tongue, although the tradeoff is I will likely want to go right to bed when we get home,” I said with a smile.

  “Hey, no complaints from me,” he said with a wink and a lascivious grin.

  The waitress arrived and we both ordered. I decided on the grilled chicken and Davis ordered a steak.

  When we were alone again, he looked at me closely. “Honestly, you look exhausted. Have you been working extra hours?”

  “No, I’ve spent a lot of time painting, and it caused my body to ache so much, I couldn’t sleep.” I looked up at him, and sighed, taking a large sip of my drink. “And,” I forced myself to continue, “I wasn’t doing too well emotionally.”

  He peered at me closer. “What do you mean emotionally?” he asked.

  “Well, I was feeling insecure about our relationship, partly because it was so new,” I said. I wished my hands would stop fidgeting, forcing myself to release the straw of my drink, and putting my hands in my lap.

  “I can understand that. I feel insecure about our relationship at times too. But you said that was only part of it?” he prompted.

  “Yes, that is only one part,” I agreed, stalling for time. As if I couldn’t keep my hands in my lap, I brought my drink to my lips, taking a large sip, and savoring the bite of the whisky and the tang of the sour.

  “I guess you cause me insecurities too,” I admitted.

  He reached across the table and took my hand. “I don’t want to cause you to feel insecure. I want to only give you happiness and pleasure,” he said huskily.

  “I know that. I feel that, when we are together. It’s when we are apart, I worry that I am not enough for you. I mean, sure when we are together, yes I feel like I am enough for you, but once we are apart…” I just shook my head.

  “But why? There is no one but you in my life. Hell, how could there be? I can’t stop thinking about you,” he admitted gruffly.

  Taking another sip, I was about to set my glass down when our waitress came over. “Looks like you could use another?” she asked pointing to my Whiskey Sour.

  “Yes, please,” I said smiling at her.

  “Another beer for you?” she asked Davis and when he nodded, she took off again.

  Davis and I just looked at each other for a moment, and I sighed. “So I went online earlier today, to check if your song had moved up in the charts, and of course, when I put in your name, it took me to photos of you. I think it was from Saturday night, but you had your arms around a couple of women.” I stopped, and when he looked like he was going to interrupt, I held up my hand. “It is so hard for me to share so if you could just let me finish please?” I asked him softly. He nodded, and I continued. “That picture reminded me of times I had seen you after your concerts, where you had women falling all over themselves to be near you…”

  “And so I told myself, that was the old Davis. Davis today isn’t like that. But then Mom called me this afternoon, wanting to tell me about seeing you on Star Tracks with a woman at a dinner of some kind.” I looked at him and grimaced. “She basically assumed we had already broken up.”

  He sighed, his gaze never leaving mine. “You are the only woman I want; the only woman I can think about. But that doesn’t mean I won’t ever have a woman around me or near me. There will always be times that I have to spend the evening with women, but that has to be expected in my career.” He clasped my hand hard. “But there is only you in my heart.”

  He snorted. “I was yours before I got the guts to call you and force our meeting. And I was yours when I had to go out of town the last few days and I am yours right now. You’re all I want, all I need.” His voice had ended with him fervently whispering.

  The waitress came then, bringing fresh drinks. “You’re food is up, so I will be right back,” she assured us as she walked away.

  “You and I spoke of trust,” I said, stroking the fingers of his hand. “And I trust you, but there are times when my insecurities start making me doubt.”

  “Maybe trust is similar to giving someone your love. You are protective of giving it, and it takes time to fully give yourself to another, you know,” I asked him questioningly.

  CHAPTER 16-DAVIS

  I nodded, because she was right. Trust was hard to give someone. I understood that. I played a large part in earning her trust. How could I expect her to trust me if I didn’t do my part in building trust?

  She could have easily turned me away today, because I hadn’t done my due diligence of earning her trust. I knew what I had to endure the last few days, but without communicating to Steph, she probably figured I was partying the entire time I was gone. We both needed to be reminded that we needed each other, and communication was the key. Lack of communication could destroy the tenuous bond we had formed.

  The waitress arrived with our food, and both Steph and I were quiet as we ate. It felt good watching her eat, knowing that in my way, I was taking care of her. She looked so much thinner than the last time I saw her. I vowed to make sure she ate three meals a day while I was here.

  As I watched her eat, I thought how young she looked. She hadn’t put on any make up, and with the dark crescents under her eyes, she looked sixteen. The waitress must have thought so too, as she insisted Steph provide an ID before she would serve her any alcohol.

  I smiled at the waitress as she brought another Whiskey Sour to Steph. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or Steph’s promise to open up more, but she was sure trying.

  A flood of emotion consumed me for a moment, and I just wanted to hold her in that moment. She must have sensed something because she looked up, and smiled slowly, her face glowing. “What?” she laughed.

  I smiled, saying, “I am just thinking I am the luckiest guy alive.”

  I saw her cheeks turn a bright red, and she looked down as if embarrassed.

  I took a few more bites of my food, and then pushed the plate away, bringing my beer closer.

  “So I want to tell you about my trip,” I said.

  “Yes,” she flushed again, “I want to hear about everything.”

  “Well, Leo had to field a lot of requests, but for the most part, there were too many things to do, and not enough time in the day,
but it was a good experience.”

  I went on to tell her about the in depth interview, that would be heard this weekend on a top twenty radio show that aired nationally. I started listing all the dinners, after drink parties, recording sessions, and talk shows I had attended.

  “And, we finished recording my second album!” I said excitedly.

  “Wow,” she said with a look of amazement. “I didn’t realize you could do all that in a few days.”

  The waitress came to take away our plates, and promised to bring another round of drinks.

  “Well, my week was paint, then paint and then paint some more,” she said. “I couldn’t sleep, and I couldn’t sit still. In fact,” she admitted, “I had packed a bag and was in my car to take off for a few days when you showed up.”

  Clearly, the alcohol she had drunk was causing her to open up more, but I was stunned.

  “Where were you going to?” I asked, surprised. How would I have felt if I came here and she was not in Savannah, I thought feeling sick to my stomach?

  “Well, I know it was crazy, taking off so late with it already dark outside, to destination unknown. I thought about driving to Nashville. I figured I could make it there by 3am, and find a hotel until you called me.” She looked unsure. “All I knew was I couldn’t stand another minute alone in my apartment.” She brightened a little. “I was also thinking about going to a bar, just to have someone to talk to.”

  My gut felt like I just took a hit. She would have been out in the middle of nowhere, late at night. Anything could have happened to her. And going to a bar, and imaging her getting tipsy, which I could tell she was getting right now, who knows what kind of creep she would have met. And damned straight, they would have tried to pick her up.

  My fears of her living in Savannah alone wore on me but nothing compared to the thought of what could have happened to her tonight. I was literally sweating; fear like I had never felt before gnawing at me. I had to talk her into moving, preferably in with me, but at least to Nashville. But she seemed so set on living here, but I needed her with me more.

  Suddenly, I wanted her alone. “Drink up,” I said hoarsely, trying to soften up the request with a small smile.

  She seemed oblivious to the tension I was feeling, and raised her glass trying to finish her drink. She was almost successful, and giggled, setting down her glass. “I can’t.”

  I stood, and she rose and swayed. I went to her, wrapping an arm around her waist while pulling my wallet out with my other hand and throwing down a $100 bill, not caring that the waitress was going to get a hefty tip.

  “Let’s go home, baby,” I whispered, leading her out of the restaurant.

  We made it back to the apartment in five minutes, and I had tamped down my raging desire for her, telling myself I was trying to show her that I wanted more than just sex with her.

  I tried telling myself that I just wanted to get her in bed so we could continue talking, enjoying how well we had communicated this evening. But my hard cock was saying something else.

  Cold shower, I thought.

  “I am going to take a quick shower, and I will meet you in bed,” I told her huskily, grabbing my duffel bag and heading to the bathroom. Starting the shower, I brushed my teeth and then undressed, before stepping into the shower.

  The icy cold water had my cock soft and flaccid within minutes, and I had just turned the shower to a warmer temperature when I heard the shower door open behind me. I turned to see Steph stepping into the small shower stall, a grin on her face, her body devoid of all clothing.

  “I need a shower too,” she giggled and then proceeded to plaster her body done my back, reaching between my legs.

  I groaned, the feel of her hands on me turning my good intentions to dissolve like dust in the wind. Turning in her arms, my mouth fastened on hers and the hungry response of her lips had me frantic within minutes. I couldn’t touch her enough, I couldn’t stop kissing her and when I pushed her back against the shower wall, grinding my erection into her softness, I knew I was lost when she begged, “Davis, I need you now.”

  I held back, although I don’t know how, saying, “Baby I don’t have a condom with me.”

  “Oh please,” she gasped stroking my cock. “I am on birth control now.”

  “God,” I ground out, as I lifted her legs with my arms, spreading her wide while my cock found her wet and hot. I grunted, burying myself in deep, forcing her back against the shower wall.

  I had only pumped into her twice when I felt her body shuddering around my cock, and I was lost. All I could do is grunt in pleasure as I found my release inside her wetness.

  I was stunned at how fast and urgent our coupling was. My control where she was concerned was non-existent, I thought in exasperation.

  I slowly lowered her legs, allowing her to stand. “Are you OK?” I asked knowing I had gone in deep with only the hardness of the tile wall against her soft skin.

  “Mmhmm,” she murmured with a smile on her face.

  She was so sexy I had to turn away, and grabbed the bar of soap, turning back towards her, and soaping up her body. Her moan of pleasure encouraged me to continue my exploration of her body until she took the soap from me. The feel of her hands stroking me, and clearly enjoying it had me hurriedly rinsing us both, and turning off the shower.

  I pulled her down the hallway, both of us dripping wet until we reached her bed. She and I lay on top of the comforter, our bodies coming together as if we both couldn’t get enough of each other.

  “When did you get on birth control,” I gasped in her ear as I felt her hands stroking down my back to my buttocks.

  “Friday,” she gasped as I found a sensitive spot on her neck. “It was perfect timing because my period started the night before.”

  As I ran my lips up to her ear, my body was already aching for her. When would this intensity between us slow, I thought in wonder? Never had I found someone I desired as much as I did Steph. Each time we came together, it was more explosive, more satisfying then the time before.

  “I can’t get enough of you,” I whispered in her ear.

  I don’t know if it was the alcohol she had drunk earlier or her mounting excitement, but she went wild suddenly. Pushing me on my back, she ran her mouth down my body, her hands avidly stroking me.

  I could only lay back and enjoy her ministrations.

  “I like to be in control,” she said throatily as she straddled my body, bending so her lips were touching mine. She was laying completely on me but she felt so light. I couldn’t stop touching her, her curves so soft against my hands, her breasts with her nipples tight and the flush of pleasure showing on her face.

  When she lifted herself up, using her hand to direct me into her, I shuddered when I felt the heat of her surround my cock. We moaned in unison at our joining. My gaze was drawn to her, watching as she rose and fell, her breasts jiggling with every downward thrust, I felt my control slipping.

  My hands grasped her hips, pulling her down on me harder, while my back arched in pleasure. The look of pure ecstasy on her face made a mockery of my control.

  I could tell she was tiring, her tempo slowing, causing me to grit my teeth. I reached between her legs, stroking her sensitive nub. Squeezing her clit between my thumb and finger, I felt as well as heard her orgasm crash over her.

  With a grunt, I rolled over on top of her, arching into her over and over again until I couldn’t stand the pleasure, and just held myself deep inside of her, convulsing uncontrollably.

  We both fell into an exhausted sleep afterwards. I woke up some time later, pulling the covers over our bodies, pulling her close against me.

  It was bright when I woke up again the next morning. I stretched surprised I had slept all night. I could smell what I thought was bacon, rolling over to see that Steph was gone.

  Eager to see her, I headed for the bathroom. Pulling on a pair of jeans over my nude body, I made my way to the kitchen.

  Her back was to me, and I
could see she had put on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. As she reached up into the cabinet, the glimpse of skin at her midriff had me wrapping my arms around her waist, my hands touching the silkiness of her stomach.

  “Morning,” I rasped into the nape of her neck.

  “I thought you were never going to wake up,” she said, and I could hear a smile in her voice. “You must have been tired.”

  I mumbled an affirmative, my face buried in her hair.

  “Are you hungry?” she asked.

  “Starving,” I mumbled turning her around in my arms and biting into the soft flesh of her neck.

  She giggled, “For food, you nut.”

  I stood upright, grinning at her. “Surprisingly, I am hungry.”

  “Well, it will be ready in a few minutes. Grab a cup of coffee, while I bring the food to the table,” she said opening up the oven where she had a plate of bacon already cooked.

  I watched as she came back into the kitchen, pushing down a few pieces of toast into her toaster, and then started cracking eggs in a pan on the stove.

  “I didn’t know you could cook,” I admitted.

  “It’s only breakfast. Anyone can cook breakfast,” she laughed.

  We both sat down to eat, the smell of bacon strong in the air. I grabbed a piece, munching on it happily, looking across at Steph.

  “I have to leave today,” I said.

  My expression grew somber. I grabbed her hand. “Move in with me, Steph.”

  I wanted her with me. I didn’t need any more time to think about it. She was everything I could ever want, and I needed her with me. I knew my life was crazy, and my schedule all over the place.

  Her eyebrows rose and her mouth gaped open, as if she was surprised.

  “I…I don’t know what to say,” she said slowly.

  “I know it’s too soon to ask you, but I know how I feel. I need you with me,” I told her imploringly. When she still didn’t respond, I shivered.

  I had this fear that if I put too much pressure on her, I would push her away.

  She looked up at me, her eyes so serious, and perhaps with a trace of sadness. “What? What’s wrong?” I questioned her, hating that I put that expression on her face.