Peyton
The night was incredible. Dinner was over the top and then he took me to a club and we danced, without being hindered by my fan club. Now we’re in his hotel room and thankfully the hallway was free of any groupies.
My heels I’ve kicked off as Kip takes his jacket off and I see him pull something out of the inside pocket. I plop down on the side of the bed and lean back on my hands.
He come towards me then stops and drops down. I lean up and look to see just what the hell he’s doing. My head spins as I see he’s on one knee.
It’s only been three days! What is he thinking?
“Peyton, I know it’s been a short time…”
I interrupt. “It’s been three days, Kip. We don’t really know each other yet.”
He smiles. “Sometimes when a man is on one knee and holding a little black box it’s customary to allow him to finish what he’s saying, love.”
“Okay,” I say and press my lips together to try to keep my words in, but I have a lot of them I want to say, so we’ll see what happens.
“Peyton, it’s been a short time and most people wouldn’t be as sure as I am at this point. I want you to know I’ve never been more sure about anything in my entire twenty-five years. In your eyes, I see eternity and find myself overjoyed with the sight. I cannot promise you the moon or the stars and I never will. I can promise you my heart and soul, and that you will always be more than special to me. Peyton Gail Reed, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
“Who told you my middle name?” I ask.
He laughs. “Seriously?”
I nod. “Yeah, I didn’t tell it to you. You know how I know that? Because it’s been three days since we met. So I can remember almost every word we’ve said to each other in that small amount of time.”
He leans forward and opens the black box where a monster diamond glistens on top of a platinum band, two small diamonds on each side of the large one. I am a woman after all and my eyes catch that fine, fine ring and my breath leaves my lungs and the thoughts in my head cease.
“Good, I’m glad you remember them all,” he says as he pulls the ring from the box and takes my left hand and pushes it onto my finger. “Because then you will remember how you told me that you love me. You are the first woman I’ve ever told that to and I am the first man you’ve ever said that to. So what do you say, Peyton? Will you marry me and make me the happiest man on the entire planet?”
The way the diamonds flash in the dim light hypnotizes me. The touch of Kip’s hand on my chin makes me look up at him and I see the question looming in his beautiful blue eyes with little golden flecks in them. All I can think is this feels right, this feels like home.
“Even though my brain tells me we’ve only known each other three days, my heart tells me I’ve known you forever. Yes, I will marry you, Kip.”
His mouth is on mine in an instant and he pushes me back on the bed. I part my lips and he moves his tongue right in, stroking mine. Our bodies fit together perfectly and my hands run over his back and into his silky, sandy blonde tresses.
This man wants to marry me! This man will be my husband!
He pulls his mouth from mine and looks down at me with the most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen on him. “You’ve made me very happy, love.”
I smile back. “Have I now?”
He nods and pulls my hand up to look at the shiny ring on it. “It looks fantastic on you, just as I knew it would. Promise me that you’ll never take it off.”
“I promise,” I say and run my hand to the nape of his neck and urge him to put his lips back on mine.
He complies and his kiss takes me further away than it has before. His hand runs under the short hem of my dress and he pushes it up. The heat of his hand on my inner thigh makes me squirm under him. He pulls back and stands up, stripping off his clothes.
I try to stand up and take my clothes off too, but he stops me. “No, you wait. I want to undress you.”
Once he’s completely naked, my eyes can’t stop roaming over his gorgeous and well cut body, he pulls me up to him. His hands run slowly over the silkiness of the short, red dress I have on. The back is cut out so I have no bra on, just a lacey pair of red panties.
Moving around me to the back, his warm hands run over my bare back and down to my butt. He cups both cheeks in his large hands, giving them a squeeze. He inches up my dress and hooks his fingers on either side of my panties then pushes them until they fall to my ankles. His breath is warm on my neck as he says, “Step out of them.”
I do as he’s said and find my stomach tight with anticipation and my mind racing with what he’s going to have me do next. Never have I thought of myself as a woman who wants to be told what to do in the bedroom. My body and mind are loving it though so I might as will go with it.
Still behind me he pulls me back to him in a tight embrace. His cock is hard and huge as he presses it to my back. His hands run over my breasts, one stays and plays with one as the other runs down and under my dress as he finds my happy place and strokes it once before he plunges one finger inside me and moves it in and out a couple of times.
My heart is beating hard and I can barely breathe as he’s making my legs nearly tremble with his touch. Sliding his finger up until he reaches my clit, he kisses my neck and nips at it as he presses his finger to my hot spot and taps at it as if asking can he come in.
It shoots hot flashes through me with each light tap and my legs start to shake as my stomach begins to grow warm deep inside. The touch of his teeth on my earlobe make me groan and he pulls me tighter to him and pinches my clit between his fingers, igniting little bursts of pleasure that erupt inside me.
My legs start to give out and I fall down a bit, but his hand moves from my breast and wraps around my waist, holding me up as he continues to run his finger over my hot, wet folds then he pushes two of them into me and I fall apart as he pushes them in and out rapidly.
The sound coming out of my mouth surprises me as it’s a cross between a scream and a moan and I’ve never made it before. He lifts me up and places me on the bed still facing away from him. With his strong arms, he pulls me back until I’m on my hands and knees. His hands hot on my hips, he pulls me back until I feel the large head of his cock pressing at me from behind.
My mind clears for an instant and I’m about to tell him to put a condom on, then I hear a ripping sound and he backs away from me for a second. “No worries, love. I put one on this time.”
I smile as the tip of his large dick touches my wet opening and he pushes gently, letting it slowly move into my still not used to doing this vagina. It burns a bit as he slides it into me, but it’s a burn I’ve been craving and it ignites something in me. Something animalistic and my body pushes back to him until he’s all the way in and leans over me, leaving a kiss on my back. “You’re beyond beautiful, baby.”
I take in a deep breath as he pulls back nearly all the way out and slides slowly back in. The slow strokes are making me crazy to feel him move harder and faster. “Harder,” I whisper.
He makes a deep groan. “You sure, sweetheart?”
I nod. “This is just teasing me. Please do it harder and faster.”
He pulls back and then slams into me, forcing the breath from me and I love it as I suck it back in. He does as I’ve asked, making long, hard strokes that are leaving me breathless and aching for more from him.
The sounds he makes seem primal and guttural. They send my mind into a state that it’s never been in. All thought seems to go away and all I can think about is how great this feels and how hot I am inside as he moves in and out of me with such force.
My insides begin to quake and I’m making the scream-moan sound again, but louder this time. I lower the front part of my body and scream into the mattress as waves of intense pleasure roll throughout my body. He stiffens behind me and makes a loud moan, then moves slowly in and out as his cock makes little pulses inside me.
It’s the best
thing I’ve ever felt. I don’t know if it’s the fact he wants to marry me or that we’re in a real bed that’s making it so much better than last night and this morning. Those times were pretty fantastic too, but this one has knocked them out of the ballpark.
A deep moan he makes as he pulls himself out of me and I fall on the bed in complete satisfaction. A tug on the dress he left on me has me opening my eyes.
“Time to get rid of this,” he tells me as I turn over. He pulls it up over my head and tosses it away. His deep blue eyes gaze at my body as he runs them over it.
One of my breasts he takes in his hand and lies die, pulling me into a spooning position. His soft, plump lips touch my neck just behind my ear. I run my hand down the arm that he holds across my chest and pull his hand from my boob and intertwine our fingers.
“I love you,”
“Mmmm,” he moans. “I’ll never tire of hearing you say that. I love you too. I cannot wait for you to become Mrs. Kip Dixon.”
“So, you apparently know my middle name,” I say as my eyes grow heavy. “What’s yours?”
“Reginald,” he says, sleepily. “He was my grandfather on my father’s side.”
“Oh, so a family name.” I pull our clasped hands to my mouth and leave a kiss on his then lay them back down.
“It is and our first son will have that middle name as well. Just so you know.” A gentle kiss he places on the back of my neck.
I giggle as I think about how alpha male he is and how I thought I’d never even like a man like that, much less love one.
And now I’m marrying one! What the hell?
Kip
The sound of my cell phone ringing wakes me up and I have to roll away from Peyton to answer it. I feel cold already as my body leaves hers. She stirs and moans. I see it’s Max and I answer, “Good morning.”
“Morning, Kip,” Max says. “I have a little girl here who has to talk to you. Are you busy?”
“Nah,” I say.
“Here she is,” he says and I hear Zoey’s sweet little giggle.
“Hi, Hunky Kip!” she squeals. “I miss you!”
“I miss you to, sweetheart,” I say and chuckle.
Peyton turns over and rubs her eyes as she looks at me.
“Did you find me a pony yet?” Zoey asks.
“Now you know I can’t tell you that. It’s a surprise, love.”
Peyton’s eyes go wide and she frowns. “Who the hell is that?” she whispers.
I put my hand over the phone and whisper, “Zoey.”
“But I want to know, please, please,” Zoey begs.
“Begging are you? That’s a naughty girl.”
Peyton sits up and says in a loud whisper, “You better hang up on that chic.”
I laugh as I see fire run through her eyes. I shake my head and tell Zoey, “I have someone I want you to meet when you come see me in Los Angeles for Christmas, sweetie.”
“Who?” she asks.
Peyton mouths, “Christmas?”
I nod. “Your Uncle Kip is getting married.”
Peyton’s eyes soften and the daggers she’s been shooting from them at me have stopped. “Married?” Zoey asks and I hear Max echo her in the back ground then he tells her to let him talk.
“Did she say that word right?” Max asks.
“She did,” I say and lie back and run my arm around Peyton’s shoulders and pull her back to lie on my chest. “You remember the girl I told you about?”
“Yeah, that was just a few days ago, Kip. Are you sure about this? I mean, she accepted a proposal from you after such a short time?”
“She did, albeit not exactly how I thought she would, but eventually she said yes,” I chuckle and tighten my arm around her in a hug.
“I guess when you know, you know. You’re a lot luckier than I was. It took forever for Lexi to marry me. So when’s the big day?” he asks.
“We haven’t set one. She’s got a big family and I’m sure they want to be involved, so we’ll have to see what she wants to do about it all. In all honesty I’d run off to Vegas and do it today, but I have to get on the road to Dallas and there isn’t time.” Peyton begins to squirm.
“Let me up,” she whispers. “I gotta pee.”
Reluctantly I let her go and can’t help but to give her ass a little slap as she climbs over me to get out of the bed. She gives me a look and I laugh. “I’ll let you know if we decide to have something with people involved. To be honest though, I’d like it to be just her and I.”
“Just do it, man,” Max says. “Just take her ass to Vegas the very first chance you get. You need to borrow my jet? All you have to do is let me know and I’ll send it your way. Get that wedding band on her finger before the crazy shit starts to happen. It’s a lot harder to walk away from a marriage than it is an engagement, believe me.”
I find fear creeping in and start to think I should cancel the show and take her to Vegas today. The stories Max and Lexi told me about all that went wrong before they got married has me feeling a shit load of anxiety. “You know what, Max. I may take you up on the Jet offer. Let me talk to her and I’ll get back with you. Bye.”
“Bye, talk to you later,” he says and ends the call.
Pulling on my slacks from last night, I trod in bare feet to the bathroom door. “I’m going to talk to Silas, the manager, for a minute, love. I’ll be right back.”
Her muffled voice says, “Okay, I’m going to shower.”
I grab the key off the top of the television and head out to see if I can make Silas agree to leave me out of the show tonight. Bobby can sing my parts, nearly as good as I can.
A quick knock I make on his door and am surprised as Bobby opens it. “Hey, there’s the prodigal son.”
“Yeah, it’s me.” I wave at Silas. “I’m actually glad you’re here, Bobby. I’m getting married.”
They both look at me in stunned silence, then Silas says, “To who?”
“The girl who wouldn’t kiss me when I sang her that song the other day,” I say with a smile.
No one else is smiling though. “No!” Bobby says quietly. “That’s stupid!”
“It’s not and shut up,” I say and give him a light punch on his shoulder. “So, anyway, I want to go to Vegas today and do it. I think Bobby can sing my part at the concert in Dallas tonight. We’ll catch up to you in Denver tomorrow night.”
“We’ll?” Silas asks.
“I’m getting my own bus and driver and we’ll be on that bus from now on. Don’t worry, I’m paying for it all out of my own pocket.” I turn to leave but Silas stops me.
“Buddy, I can’t let you do that.”
I cock my head to the side and turn back. “I’m not sure what you mean by that.”
A frown Silas wears. “You signed a contract, Kip. The show is your show, not the band’s. You have to go. In three weeks, you’ll have some free time to go get married. What’s the rush?”
“I want to be married to her, that’s the rush.” I pace back and forth. “I don’t want to wait three weeks.”
“Sorry, buddy,” Bobby says as he puts his arm around my shoulders. “Come on, let’s go down and get some breakfast and you can tell me exactly when it was that you lost your fuckin’ mind, mate.”
He walks me out of Silas’ room and I find myself feeling confused.
When did I lose control of my life?
Peyton
“I don’t know why you’re getting so pissed about that,” I tell Kip as he paces back and forth in his hotel room. “I don’t think running off and getting married today is a good idea anyway. I want to discuss it with Mom and see if they want to have a wedding. I am only getting married one time, I hope. I want it to be special.”
He takes me by my arms and looks at me with those penetrating blue eyes. “Come with me. I can get a bus and driver today.”
I shake my head. “No, Kip. If there is a wedding to plan, I need to be home to do it.”
The way his eyes roll tells me th
at he’s not happy with any of this. “Fuck that, we don’t need a big wedding. Let’s go to Vegas in three weeks and do it. If your family wants to be there I’ll fly them up and get them rooms, no problem. Just go with me on the tour, please!”
“Damn, Kip! You’ll be fine. The time will pass quickly, don’t worry.” I try to hug him but he lets my arms go and begins to pace again.
“So much can happen, and I want you. No! I need you. Don’t you understand? Won’t you hate not sleeping with me? Not waking up in my arms?” he asks.
“Of course, but we have a lifetime to do that.”
A knock comes at the door and Kip strides across the room and opens it. Purple boy, Bobby, is smiling and looks straight at me. “What have you done to my mate, girl?”
“No!” Kip says as he tries to close the door, but Bobby steps inside.
“I have not done a thing to him,” I say.
“You have, you witch,” he says. The Kip hits him. Bam!
Looks like the band is going to hate me!
Part 6 Shooting Star
Kip
A loud honking sound makes me look up. A car full of girls drives close to our tour bus ahead of me and Peyton. She’s driving as I nurse the shiner that Bobby gave me.
There are four girls in the convertible and three get up and flash their tits. Peyton chuckles. “Classy chicks!”
“Ignore them, that’s what I do,” I say as I pull the visor down and look at my eye. I run my hand over the bluish bruise. “That’s the first time the wanker has ever hit me in the face.”
Peyton smiles and pats my leg. “Shouldn’t you guys have a rule about hitting each other in the money-maker?”
“We should, and I’ll bring it up at our next meeting.” I push the visor back up and take her hand, giving it a kiss. “I want you to let me sing that song to you again, and this time I’m going to change it up a bit.”
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