by Jackson Kane
“Richard King, everyone!” Lucas called out, inciting the crowd to roar. I hopped off the stage and made my way back to Gloria, people patted me on the back and fist bumped me along the way.
Doing that made me understand my brother more. The screaming crowd, the noise, the lights, the satisfaction that came with doing everything right made me see why he’d chosen that path. I used to think it was frivolous, but experiencing it first hand was thrilling. It wasn’t something I’d ever pursue, but I loved watching Gloria’s face light up during the performance.
“I do alright?” I asked Gloria after a big greeting kiss.
“You were great!” She yelled over the crowd as Oscar, the drummer, did a solo. “Let’s go to the office.”
I paused with Gloria at the door of her office when Lucas got back on the mic. It looked like he had something important to say.
“Before we get back to Gunmetal’s greatest hits, I want to do something special. I’d been working on this one fucking song for months now and I couldn’t figure out the ending up until recently. You mind if I play it?” The crowed screamed excitedly, which was as close of a go ahead as he was going to get. “I’m still working on the title, so for now we’ll just call it… Molly’s Song.”
No shit… Good for you, little brother.
Gloria pulled me into the office and closed and locked the door behind us. We were behind the speaker stacks so the music wasn’t as deafening. The office was big enough to house her and Judy’s desks, a few extra chairs and some overflow cases of inventory.
“You know my parents met in this very building. I guess it used to be a diner back in the day,” I said, really liking the irony. It was hard not to imagine what life would be like with Gloria. There was a beautiful chaos that came with the thought of being with her.
“You’re not going to ask to marry me are you?” Gloria shot me sly grin as she closed the blinds.
“That would be crazy.” I carefully avoided the question.
“Good. Because I’m crazy enough to do something stupid,” like say yes, her eyes said. Gloria walked over, tearing off her tank top and bra.
“Is that so?” I pulled off my button-down and stepped into her embrace.
Our tongues searched the inside of each other’s mouth as we passionately groped one another. I palmed, then grabbed her ass, squeezing tight enough for her to squeak. Gloria plunged a hand straight down the front of my slacks and grabbed my cock; she felt it fully harden in her hand.
“The cops can’t protect you now.” She smiled wickedly stroking my massive length from inside my pants. She abruptly stole her face from mine and glared at me. Hand still on my cock, she squeezed threateningly. “I’d better not see another letter from you after this.”
“I’ve made my decision,” I said, liking the rough pressure she used on me. I clenched a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back so I could drag my tongue down her neck. “You won’t be able to get rid of me that easily.”
“Good,” Gloria declared, releasing my belt and unclasping my pants with authority. It was easy to tell that she’d wanted this just as badly as I did. Was I on her mind as much as she perpetually invaded mine?
I moved her up against Judy’s cluttered and overstuffed desk. I wanted to brush everything off it and pin her to it like I did with her counter out there, but decided against it. Instead, I dropped into a crouch, grasped her inner thigh tightly and wrenched down her soaked panties. They were hot to the touch.
Boyshorts, I knew it. I smiled knowingly.
“Hey!” Gloria feigned a little outrage, to cover her mild embarrassment. “You were the last thing I was expecting today. Cut me some slack.”
“I’ll do more than that,” I said, sliding my hand up under her skirt and cupping her smooth, wet pussy. The pressure of my hand lifted her up onto her toes and had Gloria gasping in air.
My life for the longest time was control in all things, even sex. For the first time ever I let passion take over. What was this woman doing to me?
Whatever it was I liked it. No… I craved it.
With careful, deliberate ease I split her lips and rubbed her swollen clit, then I plunged two fingers into her and pulsed until her eyes rolled back in her head. She moaned my name. I had her in every way.
Gloria was wholly mine.
I stood back up, slipping my wet fingers into my mouth and sucked them clean. “Mmm. Just like I remembered.”
“Jesus…” Gloria slapped a hand on the desk because her knees were too weak to hold her.
I finished removing my slacks and boxers; my cock was rock hard and eagerly glistening with precome. Being inside her and hearing my name lit my core on fire. I wanted every part of her; it was hard to even think straight.
“I’m still not ready. Y’know for kids,” Gloria said hesitantly. “Not just yet.”
Was she afraid that I might leave her now?
Seeing how scared she was at the thought of losing me, filled me with a warmth I’d never felt before. I‘d been with so many women, but never anything like this. It was a strange feeling to know someone actually cared about me.
“I can’t help you get your inheritance...” Her words tumbled heavily out of her mouth.
“It’s just a number…” I finally understood what my father was trying to say in his backyard when we had that first meeting. The realization boiled in my brain. The money didn’t matter. It’s who you spend it with that matters.
“That’s a pretty big fucking number. Really think this over. I don’t want you to be disappointed that I’m not the girl you wanted me to be.”
I took her face in my hand and gazed into those beautiful eyes of hers. “Gloria, you’re still all I see.”
The wry expression on her face softened to a small accepting one. She nodded slowly, deciding to trust what I was saying. Then the corner of her mouth dragged up into a smirk and she walked over to the overflow inventory.
Gloria searched then, broke open one of the cardboard cases. Inside was a display set of the same plastic wrapped condom boxes they sold in their novelties section. She ripped and shredded until she was finally only holding one sealed condom.
“Please don’t tell me that glows in the dark.” I groaned at the thought.
“No, that’s dumb,” Gloria whirled around with a growing smirk, then pressed something and the condom began to buzz, “These vibrate. Feeling adventurous?”
My eye opened wide as she sauntered over to me.
“Usually I don’t pull out the sex toys until the fifth date.” I said, knowing full well I’ve never been on any fifth dates.
“Spoilsport,” Gloria kissed me, then clicked off the buzzing. She wiggled her fingers playfully which was when I noticed the plastic ring. The condom didn’t vibrate at all, it was the ring. Gloria was a bit of a joker, I’d have to remember that.
She rolled the thin latex down my cock, then when it was snug and secure she zapped the tip with her ring.
“You’re asking for it now.” I said, sweeping her up in bear hug. Gloria screamed and laughed as I laid her on the throw carpet in the center of the room.
Her ring was still vibrating so I grabbed her fingers and grazed her clit with them.
“Oh fuck!” For several seconds she writhed underneath me, her pussy bucking against the sensation. Gloria went from biting her bottom lip to her mouth opening into an O wide enough to fit my cock. Mercifully I eventually pinned her offending hand to the carpet.
I teased the head of my cock against her slick petals, each time I threatened to dip into her she raised her hips toward me. She screamed in frustration, “Oh my God, you’re the worst! Fuck me already!”
My cock throbbed as the waves of heat rolled off her wet, ready pussy. Finally I couldn’t stand it any longer and pushed in. Even through the condom, Gloria felt unbelievable.
After everything we’d been through it was hard to imagine actually having sex with this woman. It was like when your whole dream was spent buildin
g up to a moment, but you always knew you’d wake before you got to the pay off. I expected to just wake up any second, sweating in my bed with a massive hard on.
That wasn’t the case as I buried every thick inch of my shaft inside her. I slowly pumped, pinning both her arms to the carpet. God, I loved the way she twisted and twerked beneath me. Her thighs and legs gripped me tight, threatening to never let go.
That was fine by me.
“Oh fuck…” Her pale form panted and crunched forward as little earthquakes rocked her. Gloria’s moan turned into a series of joyous screams that would’ve been heard throughout the entire store if a rock band hadn’t been playing just outside.
My head swam as she climaxed. She became a full-body vice around my cock and ripped the orgasm out of me that had been building since before I’d been arrested. I mashed my hips into her, sliding her up the carpet a few inches and filled the condom with my thick milky seed.
Every second of being inside her was incredible, even after coming when my cock was rapidly growing sensitive, I still didn’t want to pull out. I hovered over her kissing her. It was the eager, sloppy kisses of two teenagers making out desperately.
“Tell me something,” I said. Sweaty and exhausted, I touched my forehead to hers. “Your eyes, are they really that storming shade of gray?”
“Yes.” I could feel Gloria getting self-conscious. “I used to wear brown contacts to keep kids in my high school from making fun of me.”
I looked at her, but she’d already glanced away. Gently, I raised her chin so I could see into her furtive eyes. Gloria was so strong and confident in so many ways that it was easy to overlook her vulnerability.
“Children can be such fools,” I said. “I have never seen eyes more beautiful than yours. You’re perfect in every way, Gloria, and I want to spend the rest of my life telling you that.”
Gloria reached up and dragged me down beside her, then she started to cry.
“I think I’ve waited my whole life for you,” She said. “How’s that even possible?
“I don’t know, but we have all the time in the world to figure that out.”
The music had finally died down. Lucas's muffled, but still audible voice, took the mic once more.
“I’d like to give a special thank you shout out to my brother, Richard and his beautiful girlfriend—the creative force behind Black Rocket Records—Gloria,” Lucas howled. He then smugly added, “You may have heard them through the wall earlier.”
I laughed. Gloria covered her face in embarrassment as the crowd cheered. Jesus… How loud were we?
“Thank you all for coming,” Lucas continued. “We love each and every one of you. If you had fun, tell your friends! That’s our show, good night!”
Epilogue
Lucas
My parent’s house was way too big for us.
It’d been a little over a month since we moved the rest of Molly’s stuff in and we still had no idea what we were going to do with all the extra rooms. This place was a palace. For as frivolous as I always thought it was, this house was the one I grew up in. I had so many good memories here.
The best memories were of my time spent with Molly.
One night after we’d moved in we snuck up to my old bedroom and fooled around like when we were kids. We both loved the idea of keeping the house in the family, especially with Molly pregnant. The thought of raising our own children where we’d grown up was a really nice feeling.
“Have I ever told you that I love you?” I slipped behind her as she was chopping vegetables and kissed the side of her neck.
Molly was my rock. I had spent so much of my life being carried by the wind that it was so nice to finally belong to something. She was my tether to the world. I’d never been more creative than I had these past few months and it was all because of her.
Gunmetal Tears never got back together, but that didn’t stop me from writing new music. Knowing I had Molly by my side made the words and notes gush out of me. I’d have a full studio album recorded and mixed by the time little Reese was born.
After the world heard Molly’s song on YouTube, record executives were banging down my door to get me to sign with their label. Richard toyed with the concept of starting up our own label—King Records.
I think he enjoyed being on stage at Gloria’s store more than he’d let on.
“Maybe?” She smiled, pondering thoughtfully. It had almost been twelve hours since I last said it to her. “Although… I think I’m due to hear it again.”
“I love you.”
“How much?” She demanded, sliding off the chopped carrots and grabbing a crown of washed broccoli. Dinner was done save for a few appetizers that were just finishing up.
“I love you more than there are germs on a ten-year-old’s hands.”
“Wow,” She turned and kissed me. “You love me an awful lot.”
There was rapping on the door, followed by a loud greeting.
“We’re in the kitchen!” Molly yelled much too close to my ear. She laughed apologetically when I recoiled, then she kissed my ear. The popping sound at the end of the kiss only made it worse. “Sorry, Elmo.”
“Your love hurts.” I smiled indignantly then turned to greet Gloria and my brother. They brought a bottle of sparkling apple juice for us all to share.
“Holy shit, look at his cute little nose!” Gloria rushed over to the fridge where the ultrasound pic was posted. She clammed up suddenly, then ducked down and rubbed Molly’s stomach. “Sorry little guy, auntie Gloria was a sailor in a past life.”
“That’s alright,” Molly laughed and they hugged. “It’ll break up all the classical music we subject him to.”
“Hey!” I said, jokingly defensive, shaking Richard’s hand. “I read that was important for a kid. It helps them grow up smarter.”
“If that’s the case, Molly,” Richard added with a grin, then clasped a hand on my shoulder “Considering who the father is, your son will need all the help he can get.”
“Funny.” I shoved him. It really was incredible how close he and I had become these last few months. It was hard to recall why we hated each other so much in the first place.
“After months of back and forth about the inheritance I received this letter from Dad’s attorney this morning.” Richard pulled out the sealed envelope from his breast pocket. He hadn’t opened it yet, probably wanting to wait until we were all together. “There was a note with it, explaining that there was an intentional delay set into the reading of the will as per Dad’s instructions…. For some reason.”
“Dad should’ve gone into acting.” I snatched the letter from my brother and tore it open. “He’s the most theatrical person I’d ever met.”
Molly dried her hands and joined me at the breakfast nook table. We all sat down, ready to hear whatever words of wisdom Dad wanted to impart.
“My boys,” I started reading Dad’s letter out loud.
“First of all I want to apologize for all the subterfuge. Despite what you may think, it was never my intention to cause either of you any anguish. I love you both more than life itself.
“As a parent, I wanted nothing more than for you both to thrive and find your own happiness.
“As your parent, I knew the only way that was going to happen was if I pit you two against one another. That fierce competitive spirit has brought you both so much success. It’s also what tore you both so far apart. Competition is a good thing, but it’s only half of the coin; the other side is cooperation and coming together.
“The challenge was issued because you both were so damn stubborn—a family trait, I’m afraid—I couldn't simply tell you all that. In order for you to truly understand I had to show you.
“I had to let you figure it out on your own.
“This competition, the heartache, the trials, the reward of inheritance… None of this was for me. Unfortunately I knew I would never survive long enough to see my beautiful grandchildren, but that didn’t stop me from w
anting you to experience that joy.
“My biggest regret in life was not spending the time I had left with the people I cared most for, and not valuing those people enough while they were still alive. That was a mistake I never wanted to pass down to either of you.
“However at the time of my writing this I can see that you’re both going down a dark, lonely path. That frightens me more than you know. I’ve seen the hollowness that waits at the end. My only hope now is that neither of you have followed too far in my footsteps.
“That was my final lesson to you.
“You were too old for my fatherly wisdom. In truth, you've both far surpassed me in your own ways.
“Richard, you are a far better CEO than I was at your age. You have the uncanny ability to break problems down and knock them over like dominoes. You will do great things for the King legacy, our corporation could not have a better leader. Please understand that you are more than your net worth. Find yourself outside of the company as well. You are a man first, a King second, and everything else afterward.
My nurse tells me you’ve been seen with a plucky, young entrepreneur and that you look happy. You keep your emotions locked away too deeply; you need someone to bring that out of you. I hope this woman is the key to unlock that vault.
“Lucas, I can never repay you for the debt you willingly paid on behalf of your flawed parents. Fulfilling that insane contract and living with that other family for the sake of your mother’s honor was the noblest act I had ever seen. You weren’t of my blood, and by not managing the family business, you broke a King tradition hundreds of years old. Your boundless empathy showed me that blood and tradition were nothing before family and love. Pursue whatever makes you happy, my boy.
“I’m saddened that I never had the chance to get to know Molly like my wife did. However seeing you together recently made me understand why your mother always turned a blind eye to you sneaking her over when you were children. She would say to me, ‘You wouldn’t deprive an arm of its hand?’ Lucas and Molly completed one another. They belong together.’ And she was right.
