by Jesse Jordan
Bella laughs, shaking her head. “No, they don't. You're silly. Lots of singers don't have long hair!”
“Oh? Name one,” I ask, levering myself to a sitting position. I'm still wearing the same jeans from yesterday, but at least I took off the belt and stripped down to my t-shirt before curling up with the blanket that I found waiting for me when I got back from Cora's room. I gotta thank Larissa for that.
“Billy Corgan,” Bella answers promptly, her face serious. “Are you really a rock singer?”
She's got me there. “I sure am. Tell you what, after I go use the toilet and maybe rinse out my mouth, we can check out the song that your Mommy helped me make. It's on YouTube.”
“First things first, we're going to get you some breakfast and a change of clothes,” Cora says from behind me, coming in from the kitchen area. She gives me a kiss and ruffles my hair. “Although it's closer to lunch.”
“Call it brunch then,” I counter, pulling Cora down onto the couch, where she curls up in my lap and kisses me again. I feel my now well-rested cock half harden under her squirming hips, and pull back, Cora chuckling as she feels it too. I look over at Bella, who's still watching us with an intent look on her face. “Uh, Bella, do you mind if I kiss your Mommy?”
“Nope. Lemondrop told me that her Mommy and Daddy kiss all the time. I'm going to go help Grandma.” Bella gets up off the carpet and goes into the kitchen, leaving me watching her in her jeans and pink t-shirt, confusion on my face.
“Lemondrop?” I ask, looking at Cora. “Friend from daycare?”
“It's Hollyweird, what can you say?” Cora chuckles, stroking my hair. “And she's a sweet kid, despite the name. I can't believe you're in this house like this. Oh, and Bella likes you. She said she likes the way you snore.”
“Never known that my snores are cute for kids before,” I reply, pulling Cora tighter. “As for being in your house, this is great. Bella's amazing. Uhm, would you mind later if we go by my parents' house, introduce you guys? Mom and Dad would love to meet Bella and... well, they don't know.”
“Oh, you're too good to tell your parents about the girl next door, huh?” Cora teases, smiling. “See who you go to bed with tonight, mister.”
I shrug, returning Cora's smile. “I wasn't sure how to really talk about it. You know, the whole intimate thing?”
“Then we can deal with that after brunch,” Cora says. “Come on, I hope you like bacon bits in your oatmeal.”
Starting with brunch, the whole day is magical. After brunch, we take Bella to my parents', where after a bit of a shock they both accept it quickly. Bella's a delight, and Mom and Dad both fawn over her, playing first in the backyard and then later in the living room while Cora and I look on. I talk with Ian, who says that Larry called him and Joey both. Ian's cool with it all, and he said he and Joey are fine with the idea. I'm reassured and glad that our schedules are a little more open now that we don't have to immediately take care of band business, and hang up Dad's home phone with a happy sigh. “Ah... that's a load off my mind.”
“Ian and Joey?” Cora asks, bringing me a drink. I nod, sipping it before I set it aside.
“They're fine with it. They'd like to sit in on the meeting with Larry, but I don't think that's unfair, you are going to be the manager for all three of us, right?”
“Totally fine with me,” Cora says, hugging me. “Rocky, you know, Bella's fine with your Mom and Dad, she's going to be going down for her nap soon. Would you... well, would you like to get away for a little while?”
I nod, reading Cora's eyes. “Of course, I would. In fact, I think I know just where to go.”
Bella yawns, and we go over, scooping her up. “Hey sweetie, would you like to take a nap here before we go out to dinner?” Cora asks. “Rocky already said that Krispy Bites are okay by him.”
“No Krispy Bites,” Bella says with another yawn. “Burgers.”
“We can do burgers, baby doll,” I reassure her, ruffling her hair. “Have you had a good day so far?”
“Uh-huh. I like you, you can date Mommy,” Bella says, causing Mom and Dad to laugh while Bella holds her arms up to Cora, who sweeps her up and carries her towards the back.
“The door on the left is Robert's,” Mom reminds her before turning to me, smiling. “Well, it took you two long enough.”
“What do you mean, Mom?” I ask, and Mom laughs. “What?”
“I've known that Cora's been crazy about you since she was fifteen,” Mom informs me, patting my cheek. “You have no idea how happy you've made me, seeing you two trying to make a go of it. Thank you, Robert.”
I hug Mom, giving her a kiss on the temple. “Thank you, Mom. For being patient with me.”
Cora comes out from the back, smiling. “She was asleep almost before she hit the pillow. So... Rocky, would you like to take a walk?”
“I'd love that,” I reply, taking her hand. “How long is Bella normally down?”
“Today, with all this excitement? Let's give her ninety minutes,” Cora says.
Dad speaks up as he sits down in his favorite chair. He looks tired but excited. Part of me wonders if he hasn't been looking forward to being a grandfather, he certainly had fun today.
“You two take your time, if she wakes up early I think I'd like a little more playtime,” he reassures us. “Enjoy your walk.”
We leave the house still holding hands, and I reconsider for a moment about taking her to the garage, the place we spent so many hours together. I stop outside the open door, looking. “Too bad Mom and Dad put their cars back in there.”
Cora looks, and hums. She wraps her arm through mine and squeezes, a soft smile on her face. “You know, that garage has some of my happiest memories from my childhood? I fell in love with you in there.”
“I think I fell in love with you there too,” I muse, looking out of the corner of my eye at her. “All day today, I've been trying to pin down exactly the moment, and I can't. I just kept having flashbacks to playing in the garage or singing with just you or eating lunch in the band room over at SHS together. I don't think there's a single moment, but at the same time, I can't think of a moment, looking back, that I didn't love you. I just... I was too caught up in trying to become a rock star.”
Cora steps in front of me and puts her arms around my neck, looking up into my eyes. “I'm talking both as the woman who loves you and as your manager right now. I don't want you to give it up. We made magic together, and we will continue making magic together.”
“And if we argue or disagree?” I ask. “A lot of couples have problems working together because of that.”
“Then we disagree, we argue at work, and we make it up to each other at home,” Cora laughs. “Rocky, in all those flashbacks, do you remember some of the arguments we used to have about music or ideas for the Shattered Dreams? Yet, I still loved you the whole time. Even when you were being a stubborn, blind goof. And more importantly, you forgave me the moment you realized how I'd been hiding from you. So, what I want to do, Rocky Blake... is take a walk down to the canyon with you. I'd say the garage, even with the two cars in it... but I don't want your Mom to hear.”
The heat in her words adds to the anticipation in my mind and we start walking again, heading down the street towards the old trail into the canyon. There's no need for words as we make our way down the beginning of the trail, we just hold hands, until we reach the very bottom, and Cora turns to me, putting her arms around my neck. “My love.”
“My love,” I reply, picking her up. I carry her off the track and over to a rock that catches my eye, and grin, it's the perfect height. “You know, pretty soon we're going to have to make love in a real bed. Sound studios, canyons... we're very unusual.”
“It's only rock n' roll, but I like it,” Cora teases, pulling me in for a kiss. Her hands roam over my back, and I'm glad that I wore just a long-sleeved t-shirt and some casual athletic pants that I'd changed into after we brought Bella over, it allows me to quickly sit back and
pull my shirt over my head, tossing it onto a nearby oak branch, my eyes fixed on her amazing blues.
I lean in for another kiss, letting my lips trail across to her ear, licking the perfect curve slowly before running my tongue around the inside of the shell, Cora moaning deeply as I do. Kissing down her neck, I lift her up again, cupping her ass through the casual sweats she's wearing. Squeezing her ass a little, my cock surges in my pants as I feel the silky skin, the perfect blend of firm and soft, the sexy contours of her body. Kissing down her neck, I squeeze and stroke her body, listening to the sounds she's making, focused on her, her pleasure my only concern.
Cora pushes me back, getting off the rock to kiss me again. “I dreamed of this,” she whispers, her hand slipping inside my pants to wrap around my cock and pulling it out. “I want you to watch.”
My eyes are locked on Cora as she leans against the rock, half squatting until her mouth is level with my cock, and she opens her mouth, her dark pink tongue dangling out. She teases me, pumping the shaft of my cock with her fist as she flicks her tongue almost over my cock, until with a naughty glint she drags her tongue over just the tip of my cock, swirling her tongue over the head and sending sparks shooting up my body. I lean forward and grab an overhead tree branch for balance, our eyes not losing each other as she slowly, torturously swallows my cocks, sliding her lips around my shaft and sucking. Her eyes almost glow in the dappled shade of the trees with love, desire, and naughtiness. She knows how good this feels to me, and as she starts to pull back, bobbing her head up and down on my cock, her tongue working invisible devilish magic on the underside of my shaft, I'm lost.
“Cora... oh fuck...” I groan, my hips starting to thrust. Cora keeps up, the warm rumble from her chest thrilling my cock. Cora reaches down between her legs, sliding inside her pants, and I can see the bulge as she starts rubbing herself, her moans mixing with her licks and sucks.
I'm trembling, nearly on the edge when Cora pulls her mouth off, grinning up at me. “Not this time, Rocky. I want you in... oh God... my pussy needs you...”
Cora stands up on shaky legs and kisses me again, my cock bouncing to my racing heart rate I'm so ready to blow. Pulling her hand from her pants she slides a finger under my nose and I can smell the warm, heady scent of her pussy, and I suck on her fingers, drunk off the taste of the woman I love. Cora watches before she kisses my cheek and then my ear, her breath pushing me past the point of all control. Grabbing her arms, I spin her around, pushing her body into the rock and grabbing her hair, pulling her head back.
“You're mine,” I growl in her ear, pushing her pants the rest of the way down. Her ass is creamy white and warm as I line myself up, my cock aching to plunge into her. “Say it!”
“Oh, God yes... I'm yours,” Cora moans, her eyes fluttering as I rub the head of my cock against the wet lips of her pussy. “Rocky... always yours.”
“Who's your man, forever?” I ask, tugging on her ponytail. I'm not normally this forceful, but I want Cora, and I can't fight this need to claim her. “Who do you belong to?”
“Rocky Blake,” Cora sighs happily. “I'm Rocky Blake's.”
“And I'm Cora Clearwater's,” I respond, sliding my cock inside her. Her pussy is tight and hot, like sinking into warm, clingy caramel that molds itself to my cock, my heart, and soul crying out in ecstasy as I thrust deeply, taking her. Both of us moan as I slide all the way in, my hips settling against her ass, fully joined with her. “My love... forever.”
The feeling of pleasure and loss that fills me as I pull back is exquisite, adding to the intensity as I drive in again, thrusting hard this time and smacking hard against her hips, jolting both of us and pushing her against the rock. I pull back and thrust a third time, her body wrapping around my cock and setting my nerves on fire. I growl in triumph, a feral smile on my face. “Yes!”
“Yes!” Cora replies, pushing back into me. I start thrusting, riding the tightness of her body and the warm curve of her ass, feeling her flesh wrap around my cock, tight and amazing. My nerves are on fire, and my hand tugs on her hair, pulling her closer to me. I take her, hammering her firm, supple body, my cock plunging in and out hard and fast. She's mine, I'm hers, and as I pump myself in and out over and over, I'm giving as much as I'm taking.
Cora's pussy tightens around my cock, and I'm groaning, trembling on the edge of coming, but she's not quite there yet. I hold back, my cock aching and my balls tingling as I thrust over and over into Cora's amazing body, my heart aching to please her. She squeezes tighter, and I can feel her also shaking, the first tremors of her orgasm starting.
“Rocky.... fu.. fu.. I'm...!” Cora starts, before her words are cut off, her breath catching before she lets out a primal scream, and I'm right behind her, my cock exploding deep inside her. I bellow to the afternoon sky, instinct making me call out that this is my woman, my mate, my life and my love. My knees shake with the power of my orgasm, and the local wildlife falls totally silent as my cry echoes through the canyon, evaporating in the cool winter air.
I can barely hold myself up, sagging against Cora's body, the rock holding both of us up, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight. “My love, my love,” I whisper over and over. “My love forever.”
We stay there like that until a hawk screams above us, reminding us that we're not alone, and I stand up, still holding her close to me. My cock slips out, soft now after coming, and I sigh happily. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Cora whispers, turning around and hugging me. “I don't want to go back yet though.”
I check my watch and see we still have a little bit of time on Bella's nap. “We don't have to. We should probably pull our clothes back on though. Are... are you okay? I was pretty rough.”
Cora chuckles, and strokes my face, looking into my eyes. “Yes, my love. I'm more than okay. Your words, my words... thank you. One question. Uh... do you think your Mom heard? I'm not sure how she'd handle us being sexual. You know, church-wise?”
I shake my head and kiss her nose. “Mom will deal with it. Nobody and I mean nobody, is going to come between us ever. I love you, and I'm quickly starting to love Bella too. In fact, since I haven't been there yet, I was wondering... whose apartment is bigger, yours or mine?”
“Yours, for sure,” Cora says with a smile. “Why, do you want us to move in?”
“Until we can find someplace for the three of us, sure. So, Cora Clearwater, would you and Bella like to move in together?” I ask, smiling at her.
Cora nods and wraps her arms around my waist. “Rocky Blake, you have yourself a couple of roommates.”
Cora
The Los Angeles Coliseum. Host of two Olympics, the first Super Bowl, dozens of other major sporting events, and more. Tonight, it's ours. Standing in the wings with Bella, I understand the look on her face as she looks out into the stands. The Fragments have pulled almost sixty-seven thousand people to their show, and as the last of the sunset fades and the stadium lights take over, we feel the immense weight of the fans who are here to see the guys.
“Mommy,” Bella asks, tugging on my hand. She's five and a few months now, and while she's started to just call me 'Mom' instead of Mommy, the shock of seeing so many people pushes her back into a comforting word. “Mommy, are there a million people up there?”
“No, honey, but it sure feels that way, doesn't it?” I ask. Bella's got her headphones on, I only allow her close to a concert if she's got high-level headphones on, and being the good kid she is, she doesn't argue about it too much. “I checked right before we came, Larry says that they sold a lot of tickets though.”
Bella nods then looks around. “Where's Daddy?”
I smile, the word still making tears come to my eyes. In the past three months, all on her own, Bella's started calling Rocky 'Daddy,' the first time when the three of us were at lunch together with both Rocky's parents and mine, all the adults stopping. Rocky actually broke down crying, kissing Bella on the forehead and hugging her tight.
That night, we made love for hours, both of us fueled by the passion and warmth of that word.
“Daddy's getting ready with Ian and Joey,” I tell her, kneeling down. “Now, do you remember what I told you about how the concert's going to work?”
“The warm-up band's going to go play, then Daddy and Joey and Ian are going to do their part of the concert. And I have to wear my headphones the whole time,” Bella replies dutifully. “If I can't do that, I need to go with Mr. Olson up to the press box.”
“Very good. And if you don't listen to him?” I ask, arching an eyebrow. I've never had to do it, but I won't risk Bella's safety or health bringing her to a concert.
“Then I'm in big trouble,” Bella says. “But you don't have to worry Mom, I'm going to be good.”
“Okay, then headphones on, here comes the opening act,” I say, putting my own earplugs in. I stand back, watching on the big screen on the other side of the field to see what the fans do as the opening act goes into their number. They do their job, getting the crowd warmed up and giving the ticket holders their money's worth. Looking out on the swirling lights and watching the lead singer do her thing, I have to admit they're at least catchy.
When they finish up, the crowd cheers them hard, and I'm glad. They've got a bright future, and who knows, maybe someday they'll be the headliners of their own tour. It is one of the things that I've learned over the year plus that I've been the manager and producer for the guys. Music isn't as dog eat dog as people like to think it is. As long as you're making good stuff, there's plenty of room at the top for everyone.
“Ready?” I ask Bella, tapping her on the shoulder to get her attention. I see Larry coming up in the wings, and I give him a thumb’s up. “Nice find, Larry.”
“You can thank George T for that,” Larry says. “Hey, Rocky asked me to come over here to the wings, do you know why?”
I shake my head, curious. He's been acting strange all day, I figured it was just something to do with the huge concert, which kicks off our North American summer tour. But what's he up to?
