Damaged But Not Broken

by Hearts Collective

  I can tell Paige is more comfortable tonight, and she wraps her legs around my waist as we fall down onto the bed together. I quickly unbutton my pants, and Paige’s hands are at my waist, helping to tug them down.

  “Jesus, Paige,” I choke, hardening even more.

  She groans as I grind against her, pushing my cock along the silky fabric of her nightie. I greedily pull down the flimsy straps of her nightie and wrap my mouth around one of her tits, as my hand squeezes the other one hard.

  She groans loudly, arching her back to push her tits further into my mouth and hand. I respond, squeezing and sucking harder, feeling her nipple harden against my tongue. I gently bite it between my two teeth and Paige cries out with pleasure.

  I move my mouth to her other breast, and suck and bite her nipple, eliciting the same cries of ecstasy. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out, and I run my hand under her nightie and stroke her wet pussy. The fact that she’s already wet nearly makes me come on the spot.

  “Paige,” I groan, “I can’t last,” I admit.

  “Wait,” she protests, pushing herself up.

  I stare at her in confusion and she starts to pull my shirt over my head. I go to push her back down on the bed, but she puts her palm flat against my chest to stop me.

  “Lay back,” she whispers.

  “Paige, you don’t have to.”

  “I want to,” she insists.

  “Fuck,” I breathe, as I lie back down and watch Paige coyly push her nightie down over her hips, revealing her full naked body. God those tit's are gorgeous. She settles between my legs and takes me in her hands.

  I groan loudly, and watch her every move with intent. I’m going to come like a fucking schoolboy, and Paige hasn’t even put her mouth on me yet.

  She strokes me slowly at first, and then quickens her speed, tightening her grip around my shaft.

  I twitch in her hand, and she notices, bending down to wrap her mouth around him.

  “Fuck!” I hiss between clenched teeth, as her warm mouth encases me, her tongue licking me from root to tip. She continues to lick and suck me, pleasuring me with her mouth, tongue and hands until I’m out of my mind, completely at her mercy.

  “Paige,” I gasp, “I’m going to come.”

  "Mmhmm,” she hums, sucking me hard and fast, and pushing me back deep in her throat. I explode, making a deep guttural sound, as I spurt into her mouth, stroking her hair as she swallows all I offer her. It’s more than I had ever hoped for tonight, and I had no idea that Paige would be willing to do this.

  She moans with pleasure as she swallows, which makes me come harder, and she sucks me until I’m completely dry. I fall back onto the bed, beads of sweat along my forehead.

  “You’re incredible,” I pant, as she rises from my legs, demurely wiping at her mouth.

  “I’ve been wanting to do that,” she admits, curling up on my chest, and wiping at my sweat.

  I kiss her on the mouth, loving her even more.

  “You didn’t have to do that,” I whisper.

  “I know, but I told you, I wanted to.”

  I’m the luckiest bastard alive.

  We lie on the bed, not saying anything as I absentmindedly stroke Paige’s flat stomach. I can’t help but admire her gorgeous body, and before long I’m getting hard again. I’ve never been able to get another erection so quickly again, and I know it’s because of Paige.

  “Are you up for more?” I ask, cupping her breasts with my hand and stroking her nipples. She closes her eyes and makes a small noise in the back of her throat.

  “Yes, please.” She begs.

  And that’s all I need to hear before I’m searching for a condom, and deftly rolling it down my shaft.

  I roll on top of her, and she pushes her legs open for me.

  “You ready?” I ask.

  “Yes, fuck me.” She pants.

  I love how needy she sounds. I can’t help myself, and this time I thrust into Paige in one long stroke and she cries out, digging her nails into my shoulder.

  I tease her with short, shallow thrusts, and then long, deep ones, excited each time she moans and cries out with pleasure. I know how hard this has been for her, and the fact that she's with me and actually enjoying our time together, only turns me on more.

  I’m able to last longer this time, and I pull Paige up to a sitting position with me, allowing her to ride me as I push her on and off me. She tosses her head back, her hair falling down her back.

  “Can I ride you?” she asks nervously.

  “Yes!”

  She pushes me down on the bed, and positions herself on top of me, slowly lowering herself. We both groan at the same time and I watch with heavy lids as Paige’s beautiful body takes advantage of mine.

  I rub her clit as she moves up and down along the length of me, and I see her eyes close tight and her mouth open to a beautiful o-shape as she enjoys every inch of my cock pushing into her wet silky pussy. I grab her large full breast with my free hand and get lost in watching her naked body ride me.

  “Blake,” she calls out, her hands pressed flat against my chest.

  “Go ahead, baby,” I croon softly, knowing she’s ready to come. She cries out softly, and then explodes around me, milking my cock with her quivering sex. Watching her come undone is more than I can take, and I come with her, squeezing her ass hard, and bucking my hips as I explode deep inside her.

  We come together, each of us lost in our own pleasure, until Paige finally collapses on top of me, and I hug her tightly against me.

  The past two nights with Paige have been the most erotic and intimate sexual experiences that I’ve ever had with another woman.

  Needless to say, we don’t pick up our guitars again for the rest of the night.

  ~~~

  We have to set the alarm so that we’re up by seven the next morning, and I give Paige a quick kiss before I disappear back to my hotel room. Forty minutes later, we’re piled into the van, each of us armed with a cup of caffeine.

  Kenny is unusually quiet this morning and I notice Paige chewing on her lip nervously; I’m sure she picks up on it. Since Kenny is being so quiet, Liam turns around from the front seat to explain to us how we’re going to work out recording.

  “We have two hours in the studio,” Liam explains, and Ben groans. “I know, I know, it’s not a lot of time, but we have to make the best out of what we have. Remember, this was planned last minute.” He continues. “Rust can start out with the first hour, and then Paige can come in. The goal is to get each of you to record two or three songs. I know it’s going to be tough, and keep in mind that it’s not going to be perfect, but we’re still going to make sure it’s great.”

  “Umm, Liam?” Paige asks tentatively.

  “Yeah?”

  “If we end up finishing a bit early, could Blake and I try recording something together? I know it’s not planned or anything, but we played through ‘Need You Now’ last night for fun, and it went really well.”

  I stare at her in surprise. I think it’s an amazing idea and I’m sorry I didn’t think of it myself. Ben and Ryan are both staring at us.

  Liam looks to me and I nod in agreement. “Uh, sure, we can definitely try if we have a few extra minutes.”

  Paige flushes and looks down. “We can use my time. I don’t want to take away from the band.”

  “Let’s see how it goes,” Liam says, and he turns back around and starts whispering with Kenny in the front seat.

  “I’m sorry,” she says quietly, “Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. I kind of blurted it out without thinking.”

  Ben and Ryan don’t turn around but I know they are listening.

  “No, it’s not a problem. I wish I had thought of it myself.”

  A little over five hours and one fast-food drive thru later, we arrive at the recording studio. Liam and Kenny are about twenty feet away, seemingly in the midst of a heated conversation. Liam walks away, looking pissed off.

  �
�Alright gang, slight change of plans,” he says, looking at the four of us. “Kenny, Jack and Elvis are going to check in to the hotel, and get your bags moved to your rooms, and I’m going to stick with you in the studio. In two hours, Elvis will come back for us.”

  I can see Paige is perplexed by her father not coming with us.

  “I don’t know what’s up with him,” she murmurs as we head inside the studio.

  “He’s a busy guy,” I tell her, “maybe coming away with us is a little too much. Maybe he has too much going on back at the office.”

  Paige brightens a little. “You know, you’re probably right. Maybe I’ll talk to him later and suggest that he head back to Nashville. Liam seems to be handling things well.”

  We split up in the studio, and I give Paige a quick kiss before the guys and I head into the studio. It’s tough, but we manage to cut three songs in an hour. They aren’t perfect, and they won’t be mixed to the best quality, but I’m surprised at how well they turn out.

  “Great!” Liam calls out from the booth, giving us a thumbs up. “I’ll go get Paige.”

  We file out and Paige walks in with her guitar. I want to stay and listen but I know it will just make her nervous.

  “Hopefully, I’ll be quick and we'll have enough time to do our song,” she says.

  I squeeze her shoulder and let her get to work. The guys and I hang out in a small room lined with plush red couches. There’s also a flat screen TV and a mini-fridge stocked with drinks. Ryan flips on ESPN and we all relax, our eyes glazing over as we watch the sports highlights while sipping cold drinks.

  Liam pops his head in, interrupting us.

  “Blake, Paige is finished if you want to try to record that duet with her.”

  I jump up. “Sure!”

  I follow after Liam, and head into the studio with Paige.

  “Hey,” she says, her guitar slung over her body, her eyes bright with excitement.

  I’m excited too as I get my guitar out.

  “Ready?” I ask her, once we get the okay from the booth.

  “Ready.”

  We start the chords, and we hear the backup music kick in from the booth. Paige starts off, her voice clear and stunning. I join in, and then we’re lost in the song, neither one of us aware of anything but our own voices melding together.

  When we finish, we just sit in silence, unaware of the people around us.

  “Holy shit,” Liam says from the booth, breaking the silence. Paige and I both turn to look at him. “That was incredible! You guys just nailed that shit in one take!”

  He high fives with the engineer in the booth and then Liam speaks again.

  “That is golden! Seriously, you two, you need to do more of that. I’m going straight to Kenny to see if we can get you guys to play that during the tour. Holy crap!”

  Paige is beaming and I rush over and pull her to me.

  It feels so right having her in my arms, and I don’t care who’s looking when I kiss her hard on the mouth.

  TWENTY

  Paige

  On The Road

  Blake and I quickly fall into an easy pattern on tour. We spend most of the days on the road, sitting in the backseat, holding hands and whispering. Once we get to our hotel, we go our separate ways and meet up again in the van. We each play our own set, and finish the show with what has become our duet.

  Ben and Ryan tease us a bit, but we don’t care. We never go out after our shows, but instead hole up in my hotel room, spending most of our time making love. Then we get up in the morning and do it all over again.

  It’s pure heaven.

  The only dark spot so far has been my father’s strange behavior. I tried talking to him a few days into the tour, suggesting that maybe he should head back to Nashville to stay on top of his business. He snapped at me, telling me that everything was fine and not to worry. He promised that everything was under control.

  Today is our tenth day on tour, and the day that my Daddy is scheduled to fly back to Nashville. We are just outside of Los Angeles and I’ve invited my dad to join me for an afternoon cup of coffee. The day is clear and bright, and I'm enjoying people-watching the folks who pass by our outdoor café.

  “Daddy, are you sure you’re going to be okay?” I ask again, as I sip my iced coconut coffee.

  “Paige,” he says, exasperated. “For the hundredth time, I told you I’m fine.” His voice is a little too sharp for me, and it makes me flinch. “I’m sorry, honey. Just under a lot of pressure.”

  I fidget at the table. I had placed a phone call to Becky earlier that morning before we left the hotel, and asked about what was going on at the office and what could possibly be making my dad stress out so much. What's puzzling is that Becky assured me things were relatively calm in the office and that Kenny would be coming home to a pretty easy work schedule.

  “I talked to Becky this morning,” I venture, gauging my dad’s reaction. My dad and I aren’t really close enough for such a conversation. I feel that I’m treading on uncertain waters. He stiffens. “She said things are pretty calm at the office.”

  My dad sips his coffee before responding. “I don’t consult Becky with every facet of my work,” he says coolly, “she’s just my secretary.”

  I nod, not sure what I think. He’s acting so strange, and I know he highly values Becky.

  “Daddy, I’m just worried. You were so excited about this tour, but you’ve spent most of the time alone and letting Liam handle things.” I leave out the piece about his strange behavior.

  “What do you want from me, Paige?” he demands, suddenly angry.

  I’m taken back. “I don’t know,” I stutter, “I’m sorry I asked you out this afternoon. I just thought something was wrong. Forget it.” I stand up angrily and grab my purse.

  “Maybe you should worry about your music more, and let me worry about my business,” he says sharply.

  I stare at him, dumfounded.

  “Paige, wait,” he says, instantly apologetic.

  “Forget it. Have a nice flight back to Nashville. I’ll see you in a few weeks.’’ I stalk off, fuming.

  Just when I think things are going well with my dad, he suddenly takes this bizarre turn. I don’t understand. When I first returned to Nashville, he was so attentive to my every need and so sorrowful about what happened. It was almost too much, but now this is the other extreme.

  I want to call Blake, but I don’t want to burden him. I’ll see him soon enough, and I don’t want to unload more of my concerns on him. Things are moving so quickly with Blake, and it sometimes worries me.

  That’s the other strange thing about my father. He’s barely commented on my relationship with Blake. I thought it would have roused some reaction in him, but he barely blinked when he found out. Could he be so out of it, that he just doesn't care?

  I half expect my father to follow after me, but he doesn’t. I walk the few short blocks back to our hotel, and I almost cry with happiness when I see Blake lounging in the lobby, scrolling through his phone.

  “Hey baby,” he says, jumping up and striding towards me.

  “Blake,” I sigh, allowing him to hug me.

  “What’s wrong? Where’s Kenny?”

  I shake my head. “Don’t ask. We barely got to talking before he got angry. Then I got angry, and stormed out of there.”

  “You’re kidding? What happened?” Blake leads me to two chairs in a quiet corner of the lobby.

  “I don’t really want to talk about it. I’m so confused. I talked to Becky this morning and she said that things were really slow around the office, but my dad said he was under a lot of pressure. When I told him that I had talked to Becky, he got all defensive.”

  Blake sits quietly for a few seconds, running his fingers gently over the back of my hand. “I’m going to suggest something Paige, and I don’t want you to freak out, but to just consider it.”

  I freeze, already nervous by his choice of words.

  “Could it be,” he
says delicately, “that your father may be drinking again?”

  I feel my head spin at the thought, and all the air leaves me.

  “No,” I say too quickly, immediately on the defense.

  “Just think about it,” he soothes, “I’m trying to help here.”

  I shake my head vehemently, unable to even consider such a suggestion.

  “He screwed up his entire life by drinking,” I point out, “he’s been clean. He acts clean. All he drinks are Frescas for crying out loud!”

  “I know, I know,” Blake says, “I just want you to think about it. It would explain the erratic behavior, the defensiveness and being withdrawn.”

  Deep down, I know that Blake has a point, and I know that those are all warning signs of an addict. And my father is an addict, that’s something that will never go away. But he worked so hard to get me home; I can’t imagine he would jeopardize everything by drinking again. Not to mention, how he lost everything by drinking before. Would he really take that gamble again?

  “I just can’t think about that now,” I say helplessly, and Blake puts his arm around my shoulder.

  “Come on. Let’s get you back to your room.” He helps me up and we make our way to the elevator. “Maybe consider talking to Becky some more. Ask about his habits at work. It’s no secret that your daddy was a drinker, and Becky seems trustworthy. Maybe she can shed some light on it.”

  I nod, letting Blake lead me to the elevator and up to my room.

  “Get some rest,” he says, glancing at his watch. “I’ll see you in a couple hours, okay? I’m going to go over some music with the guys.”

  “Okay. Thank you.”

  Blake gives me a gentle kiss and leaves me in my room. I set the timer on my phone, still feeling upset over the argument with my dad. I lie down on my bed and fall asleep in no time.

  ~~~

  Our show in Los Angeles is our best yet, and I’m somewhat disappointed that my dad didn’t see it. I thought Liam might come up to me and say my dad left a message or something before he flew home, but he says nothing. We spend the next few days in Arizona and Colorado, and before I know it we’ve hit the halfway point of our tour.