“Stop reading over my shoulder, fucker,” Kip gives me a half-smile.
I chuckle, “Just making sure you weren’t being a dick.”
His smile fades, “I love her, man. I’d like to say I’m sorry you two didn’t work out, but I’m not. I couldn’t watch you two do that shit for years to come. I’m also not sorry because I got a chance I never in a million years thought I would. Maybe that’s selfish of me,” Kip admits.
“No. It’s not selfish. We’re all right where we are supposed to be. I have to be honest and say I’m in the process of letting go of a long time crush, but she isn’t the girl I wanted. She’s a woman now, and I get it now. She’ll never be that girl again, and I’m okay with that.”
“Jag, you’ll find the woman you’re supposed to be with someday. I can’t wait until you do. It feels so fucking good. Even in the middle of all this hell I’m going through, knowing she’s there makes my world a little better. Just find someone who doesn’t make you want to choke her so much, yeah?” he chuckles.
“Deal.”
“I’ve got some shit to do. Beau stopped by last night and told me pretty much what I needed to hear. He left me some boxes to go through, and I need some time to process. I might be back and forth from our place to Hen’s.”
“Take the time you need. We don’t go back on tour until after Thanksgiving next week anyhow. I’m here if you need me, bruh,” I tell him.
“Thank you,” his voice cracks and he leans over the car for a man hug.
***
Kip
I unload the boxes in my room and search the contents one-by-one. My original birth certificate is the first thing I pick up. It reads Kip Lawson Knox. My hearts constricts at the surname. I lost so much because of Gary Paxton, and having his name makes me sick. I need to shed it like a snake sheds its skin.
The next envelope contains pictures of my birth. Pam looks tired and, well, like a woman who just gave birth. I don’t even give a shit about those pictures though. I throw the ones without Beau to the side and concentrate on the teenage kid smiling from ear-to-ear. He looks so damn happy while he holds me as an infant. He wasn’t lying. He really did want me and he loved me before I was born. He looks like the happiest man on earth.
The rest of the box is full of legal documents, hospital records, and photographs of a beaten Pam. Everything he told me is in black and white. He tried to save me from them. He tried to be my father and a man who had no right stood in his way time-and-time again. If I could resurrect Gary Paxton I’d do it in a heartbeat, but he wouldn’t take the easy way out the next time with a pussy ass heart attack.
The second box has envelopes with dates and milestones. I flip through the pictures my father took of me throughout my life. Once I turn eleven, there are pictures of me with my new family and school pictures. Red must have sent them. I’d like to be mad at the old man, but Red always does what he thinks is right. If Gary found out Beau was coming around he would’ve most likely snatched me out of Henley’s home.
Gary let the Hendrix’s have me, but not Beau. He didn’t want me, but he didn’t want Beau to have me either. Gary was a sad, miserable, petty man. I’m still thinking spraying weed killer on his grave is a good idea. Seriously, I’m not joking about it.
***
Long after the sun disappears from the sky and my anger subsides, I think of Henley. My anger has given way to an unsettling feeling of being completely out of control. I have all this shit inside I can’t seem to sort out, and Hen’s the only one who can help. She’ll fix it. She’ll fix me. She’ll make sense of the deceit I’ve lived in for almost thirty years.
I drive over to her house still trying to resolve the confusion and hurt that revolve around me. When I reach her driveway, I speed down it trying to get to her as quickly as possible. Her outside lights are out and I realize it’s late as hell and I should’ve called but I didn’t think, I just acted.
I climb the stairs two at a time until I reach the wooden door that I bang on until she opens it. She looks like she just woke from sleep, and I want to tell her I’m sorry, but I can’t find the words. So I step over the threshold and pull her to me quickly and tightly. I breathe in the smell of her shampoo.
“What the fuck?” Memphis rounds the corner with Cory and Koi behind him.
“Ah,” Koi says.
“Why don’t we go play… um, that new XBOX game you were telling me you had?” Cory says.
“Yeah. It’s at my house,” Koi replies.
“Yep, and that’s where we’re going,” Memphis says and they exit down the hallway to the garage.
As soon as I hear the door open and shut, I run my hands down her body but stop below her ass. I pull her up and she wraps her legs around me. My lips find hers and I dive in with my tongue first, fast and full of need. Before I can make it to the bedroom door, I press her against the wall of her hallway and pull her shirt over her head. She gently pushes my chest to let me know she wants down, so I set her to her feet.
She rips my shirt off and has her hands on my buckle in no time. I kick my shoes off and work on her yoga pants, and before she can get my pants and boxers off I’ve put two fingers inside her.
“Ah, fuck,” she moans.
When she frees my cock I waste no time picking her tiny ass back up. As soon as her legs are wrapped around my waist, I dive into her. I don’t take it easy on her, I don’t warn her, I just dive right in and start fucking like my life depends on it. Picture frames hit the floor and glass shatters but I don’t stop fucking her. I can’t stop because I’ve got to get it all out of my system.
I continue to pound into her as she moans into my ear. I’m already breathing like I’ve run a marathon, but I’m not slowing down. I wrap my arms around her back and push her up and down my shaft as I walk us into her bedroom. I all but throw her on the bed and rub my dick along her clit before sinking back in.
I grab her legs to throw them over my shoulders and pick up my pace right where I left off. Fuck that feels good.
“Jesus Christ,” she yells out and then pulls my bottom lip with her teeth.
“Fucking dirty,” I pant.
“Harder,” she demands.
I speed up if that’s even possible and the sound of my skin slapping against hers echoes through the room. Thank God those mother fuckers left when I got here. I grunt out as I angle my head deeper in her trying to make her explode.
“Right there,” she moans.
“Yeah, that shit’s mine.”
“Fuck it,” she orders.
She pulls her knees all the way to her chest causing my balls to slap against her taint. I feel the small, hard nub inside her and work the head of my cock over as I swivel my hips. I slow down my pace so I can be more precise.
“Don’t fucking slow down,” she says.
“Shut the fuck up, Hen. I know how to fuck you.”
“I swear if I wasn’t so damn close I’d bite your ass,” she seethes.
“Get mad,” I taunt her.
My words are lost on her as her eyes flutter closed and she shouts out my name and a whole bunch of fucks.
“That’s one,” I say.
I don’t let her come down because I don’t have the fucking patience. I pull her legs from my shoulders and flip her over by her hips. Then I pull her ass in the air and plunge into her pussy again. Skin slapping against skin fills the room again and the beautiful sound of my dick in her wet pussy joins in.
I pump into her so hard I have to hold her still. Her ass is so fucking round and my hand twitches over it as I hold on to her petite body. I test the waters with a small smack to her right ass cheek.
“Shit,” she grits out.
I can’t tell if she liked it, but I sure as fuck did so I spank her ass again.
“You like when I spank your ass?” I ask.
“Yeah, spank me,” she begs and I oblige.
I spank her once more and she cries out in
pleasure. Thank fuck she likes it rough.
I’m fucking so fast my dick is already starting to feel raw, so I pull out and step off the bed.
“Come ‘ere,” I point in front of me.
“What?” she asks with attitude.
“Kneel. Your. Gorgeous. Ass. Right. Here.”
She grins mischievously, but finally follows my instructions. Henley kneels down in front of me and looks up at me. Fuck, she’s beautiful. Her grey eyes take me in and I wait for her to do something with the hard cock in her face. When she doesn’t, I take control.
“Put it in your mouth,” I command and she complies.
She licks the tip of my head and circles around it a few times before her tongue makes a trail down the bottom of my shaft all the way to my balls. Her soft tongue retreats back to the head before she puts me in her mouth. She slowly works her way down my length until she’s adjusted to my girth. Once she’s swallowed almost all of me, I grab the back of her head and tangle my hand in her hair. I pull out and push back in her mouth. I keep my tempo slow at first enjoying watching my cock slide in and out of her mouth because I’m the one doing the fucking.
I increase my pace little-by-little as I fuck her mouth. She moans out with my cock in her mouth which only makes it hotter.
“You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth,” I tell her.
The sides of her mouth pull up a little indicating a smile, so I continue rocking my hips back and forth thrusting my dick in and out. Her sucking sounds replace the sound of skin slapping.
“You like tasting you on my dick?” I ask her.
She nods a bit.
“I’m speeding up, baby,” I warn her.
My thrusts become faster and eventually deeper until I hit the back of her throat. I use the hold I have on her hair to hold her where I want her. When I hit the back of her throat she gags a little at first so I pull back and then push forward until she stops gagging. I keep hitting the back of her throat until I get close to erupting. I’m not ready for this to end so I pull gently on her hair until she spits me out.
“Stand up,” I demand and she complies.
She wipes the spit that ran down her mouth and chest from the throat fucking she just received.
“Lay down, but keep your ass at the end of the bed. I wanna eat that pussy,” I tell her.
As soon as her ass makes it to the bed I dive in like a man who’s been starved for days. I start with slow licks from her ass all the way up and then back down. She starts to squirm underneath me.
“Be still,” I say sternly.
“Fuck you,” she replies.
“That’s what I’m doing,” I state and dive back in.
I grab her hips firmly so she can’t wiggle anymore. I start right where I left off torturing her ass so slowly.
“My dick tastes so good in you.”
I flick my tongue over her clit and she writhes underneath me. When her pussy starts to clench, I slide it in her. I place a thumb on her to keep pressure on the right spot and a few moments later she’s screaming my name again. My tongue doesn’t leave her pussy as I drink everything she gives me. Damn I love eating and drinking pussy.
When she starts to come down I grin, “That’s two.”
I crawl up the bed and lay against her headboard where I motion for her to follow me. She looks half asleep from two orgasms, but I’m not finished with her yet. I guide her legs over me to straddle and then pull my dick up for her to sit on it. I let her grind on it for a while so I can suck on her nipples. When I’ve had my fill of her nipples, I move up to her neck and shoulder licking my way behind her ear.
My lips find hers again, my tongue gently slipping between them. I kiss her with everything I’ve got while she rides me. I want her to get one more before I bury my load inside of her.
“One more, baby,” I tell her.
My hands trail down her ribs, my fingertips taking in the softness of her skin. When I reach her hips I grab on and use them to guide her. I speed her up until I get just enough friction.
“I want one more,” I say.
“Fuck, Kip, I can’t come again,” she says breathy.
“I want another one,” I reply.
She frowns and shakes her head telling me she can’t come again. Fuck that. I flip her onto her back sideways on the bed, pulling her legs around my waist before I enter. I lean down so I can kiss her while I make her come again, and I inch my knees closer to her bottom until I can feel her pussy tighten. I know I’ve hit my target when it grips me like a fist.
“Ah,” she moans.
“I want it. Give me one more,” I order.
Her lips touch mine again, and my tongue licks them. I’d stick my tongue in her mouth but she’s close and I don’t want her to bite the damn thing off.
“God damn it, fucking come!” I shout out because I’m so fucking close I can’t hold back.
“Kip, I’m trying. I’m almost there,” she manages between her ragged breaths.
“I’m going to fill your pussy up.”
“You’re a nasty mother fucker,” she says.
“You like that shit. Can you take it all?” I tease.
“I guess you’re going to have to fill it up and see you fucking prick.”
I’m about thirty seconds from the edge, so I lean down and take her nipple between my teeth alternating between sucking and nipping.
“That’s it, ah fuck,” she yells.
“I’m coming, Hen!” I warn.
“Fuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkk,” she moans out.
“I’m going to blow my load in your pussy. Fuck me! Jesus Christ! Mother Fucker! FUCK!” I scream as I empty myself into her.
I collapse on top of her and attempt to catch my breath. That was amazing. And if any of you bitches try to accuse me of demeaning her you can suck my balls. I’m gonna cuddle with her so shut the fuck up.
I listen to her heartbeat slow and her breaths even out. This place right here is heaven. When I can breathe again, I lean up on my elbow and look down at her. Using my left hand, I brush away some hair stuck to her forehead by sweat.
“I’m sorry,” I say softly.
“For what?” she cups my face and leans up to place a peck on my lips.
“For being so rough with you.”
“Are you serious? That was the best fuck of my life,” she smiles.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. You really own the art of dirty talk,” she grins.
“I got caught up in the moment,” I grin back.
“You okay?” she asks as she traces my jaw with her fingertips.
“I’m a little better after that I guess,” I admit.
“So was the plan to just fuck it all out?” she asks.
“Not really. I just needed you. I didn’t plan on being so rough or…”
“Dominating?” she chuckles.
“You can call me Mr. Grey from now on,” I joke.
“I like Mr. Cross better,” she says and I have no idea what in the hell she’s talking about.
“Another fucked up guy in a book who fucks like a god?” I ask.
“Something like that.”
“You could write a book about your fucked up man and how I fuck like a god,” I wink.
“You’re not fucked up enough for the chicks that read those books, and if I told everyone how you fuck like a god I’d end up cutting a bitch,” she says.
“Always so violent.”
“You’re a hot, successful, famous drummer. Do I really need to add and ‘fucks like a god’ to your repertoire?”
“You’re right. We might want to keep this between us. If all those fans knew how daddy likes to fuck, I’d have to hire ten Cory’s just to go to McDonald’s.”
“Modest much?”
“Extremely,” I answer and lean down to kiss the tip of her nose.
I pull out of her and she makes a face of disgust.
“Let’
s get you cleaned up,” I say and leave the bed to find a cloth in her bathroom.
When I return with a wet cloth, I wipe her off and lean down to kiss her again.
“You’re sleeping in the wet spot,” she informs.
“Fuck that, we’ll sleep on the same side. I don’t plan on you being on the other side of the bed anyway.”
I throw the cloth on the floor and pull the comforter back for us to crawl under. Henley lays her head on my chest and tucks her body into mine. Her arm drapes across my chest but her fingers trace the tattoo of Caleb’s name over my left pectoral. I kiss the top of her head and tuck her hair behind her ear.
“If I ever get too rough, promise me you’ll say something,” I say.
I don’t want to hurt her. I don’t want her to feel like I won’t ever stop. I’m not that guy.
“I promise, but it takes a helluva lot to break me, Kip.”
“I have a lot going on right now. I don’t want to get so caught up in it I step over a line. We’re learning each others bodies and what the other likes and doesn’t care for. Don’t let me step over a line when I get rough. I won’t know the line is there unless you tell me.”
“If you do something I don’t like I’ll tell you, and quickly,” she chuckles.
“Okay. Sweet dreams, gorgeous,” I kiss the top of her head again and breathe in the smell of her fruity shampoo.
“Night.”
I love you. I’m in love with you.
Chapter 9
Kip
I wake up the next morning with Henley wrapped around me. I never thought I’d have her here. I never thought I’d have the chance to be with her. There was half a second when I opened my eyes that I was afraid she’d be gone after I was so rough with her last night, but she’s nuzzled into me, right where she should be.
My fingertips find the skin on her back and lightly stroke the silkiness. She has the softest skin I’ve ever touched. She lets out a little whimper and lifts her head towards the crook of my neck where her breath blows out onto my skin. I lean my head towards her face and kiss her forehead. I could sit here all day and watch her sleep. Her plump lips are slightly parted and her naturally long eyelashes touch underneath her eyes.
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