Only You, Butterfly

by Rae Spencer

  “Darren’s wife?” she asked.

  “Yeah, she hit on me. But I’m not interested,” he said.

  “Yeah.” Her eyes scanned his face.

  He noticed the trembling in her hands. “Butterfly, is something wrong? You seem agitated. You did have a good time with the girls, didn’t you?”

  She nodded vigorously. “Oh, yes. It was a little overwhelming shopping so much.”

  He leaned down laughing. “Was it? You’ll get used to it. The girls love to go.”

  She was confused. Her mom. Darren’s wife. Both of them had hit on Tom. She didn’t understand. What would happen if she ran into her? What would she say? How would she react? Would Tom leave her then? If he talked to her mom, would he change his mind?

  Her mind raced with possibilities. She hadn’t seen her mom in six years. Her nerves skittered and stomach quavered as her fear and doubts consumed her. Her mom had a way of changing people’s opinions. She remembered well.

  He cupped her face. “Something is wrong. I can see it in your eyes?”

  She tilted her head her eyes racing over Tom’s body. She wanted him. At least one more time before he sent her away. Before he realized a street person, a vagrant, wouldn’t do for him. Before he regretted being kind to her.

  She walked over to the door and locked it. She turned to Tom chewing her lip. “Do you have time?”

  “I'll make time.” The need in her eyes scorched his soul. Her fear and confusion were evident. He would ask around, worried because her eyes once again held the look they had when she first told him about her past this morning.

  He held his hand out to her. Arianna flung herself into his arms. He grunted as her body impacted his. Her arms wrapped tightly around him and her mouth opened over his.

  Her body shivered, not just with need, but also with uncertainty. She clung to Tom, her body plastered against his. Desperate. Her nails bit into his neck and her tongue tangled with his.

  His body shuddered as her need enflamed his senses. He grabbed her waist and hoisted her against him.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her body into his. She wanted to feel him, to touch him, and pleasure him one more time.

  He took two steps back, bumping into the chair. He sat with Arianna still wrapped around him. He gripped her head, held it tightly between his hands as his mouth ravaged hers.

  She moaned into his mouth as her body undulated against him. Her fingers slid through his hair clutching him.

  “Oh god.” He ripped his lips from hers. His teeth nipped their way down her neck. She flung her head back sending auburn locks cascading down her back. Her whole body moved and gyrated against his.

  “Tom!” She came up on her knees, reaching for her shirt. She yanked it over her head.

  He unhooked her bra and dropped it on the floor. She reached for his shirt and dragged it over his head throwing it across the room. She pressed her breasts against his chest and gripped his head. She kissed him with all the love, fear and doubt flowing through her veins. Her need pulsed through her, engulfing him and escalating his own.

  He pulled the snap loose on her shorts, pushing his fingers under her panties and into her pussy.

  She moaned.

  He broke the kiss and lowered his head. He sucked her nipple as his fingers thrust inside of her.

  She arched, quaking.

  He pulled his hand away and she sobbed. He grabbed her waist pulling her up against him so her knees touched. He pushed her shorts down, working one leg out. He slid his fingers back into her pussy as she straddled his lap riding his hand.

  “Butterfly.” He palmed her clit.

  She slid her fingers into his hair arching his neck crushing his mouth beneath hers. Her tongue met and teased his breathing liquid fire into his mouth.

  “Please.” She moved faster and harder against him.

  He ripped his mouth from hers. “Turn around.”

  She licked her lips and turned around. Her back rested against his chest and she dropped her legs on the outside of his, spreading them wide.

  He pulled her tighter, nipping her neck as his fingers slid deep inside her again.

  She moved her hand down and cupped his. He played, his fingers stroking faster. Moans fell unheeded from her lips.

  He pulled his hand away gripped hers and pressed her fingers into her pussy. His lay on top moving hers.

  Her hips jerked. Their fingers moving faster as her neck arched against his shoulder. His other hand moved up to caress her breast and she cried out. Her body shook as sparks soared behind her eyes.

  He pulled her up a little and worked his pants open. He slid to the edge of the chair stretching his legs out in front of him. He positioned Arianna over him and thrust deep.

  “Go ahead, Butterfly.” His need bubbled over and sweat dripped down his chest.

  With her feet flat against the floor for leverage she surged up and down on his cock.

  He cupped her breasts, pulling her back against his chest again. Her fingers dug deeper into the arms of the chair with each stroke. He slid his hands over her arms, finding her fingers he broke her hold on the chair and twined their fingers together. Using his knees, he pushed her legs farther apart.

  “Harder Butterfly.” He leaned his head against the chair.

  She moved faster and harder on his cock, her juices flowing and soaking his balls. He met her thrust for thrust until their orgasms crashed through them. She cried out, arching her neck and gripping his fingers.

  His cock throbbed inside her with the last surges of his release. She lay motionless on top of him.

  She floated, basking in the love Tom showed her. She didn’t think about anything, just delighted in the moment of oneness.

  Tom wrapped his arms tightly around Arianna. His lips brushed her head. He was worried. About her. About them.

  “Tom, you ready?” Clay knocked on the door.

  Arianna jerked in Tom’s arms, looking up at him. Her green eyes glazed over. He hugged her then helped her to her feet.

  “Give me a few minutes.” He yelled out to Clay.

  He brushed his fingers over her cheek. “Let’s clean up. I have to go meet the guys.”

  They cleaned up and dressed. She walked to the door waiting for Tom.

  He stopped in front of her cupping her chin and stared into her eyes. “I love you, Butterfly.”

  “I love you, too.” Her lips trembled and tears blossomed in her eyes. She blinked to hold them back and gave Tom a tremulous smile.

  “Will you be okay until after the show?” he asked, clearly seeing the fear in her eyes.

  She nodded. He had to do his show. She couldn’t interfere. She would tell him later.

  “You sure?” Concern shone from his blue depths.

  “Yes.” She stroked his cheek.

  “You’ll tell me?” he asked.

  “Yes.” She would too. She had to.

  “Okay, let’s go,” he said.

  He opened the door to his three band mates and their wives standing in the hallway waiting for them.

  Tom exchanged glances with Clay. Clay nodded and wrapped his arm around Lily, whispering in her ear as they walked toward the stage.

  ****

  Arianna looked through the crowd gathered side stage for her mom.

  “Arianna, is everything okay?” Lily laid her hand on Arianna’s arm.

  “Yes,” she said.

  “For some reason I don’t believe you,” Lily said.

  Arianna’s face turned red. “I… I…”

  Lily smiled. “It’s okay. If you need to talk or help with anything I’m here.”

  Arianna nodded. Then the lights went down. The pyro exploded and the guys took the stage. Arianna’s eyes fell on Tom and for the time he was on stage she forgot about her past, her mom, and just enjoyed watching him.

  ****

  “Come on. We need to go hook up with the Simple Time and entertain them until our guys get out.” Melissa stood.
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  Arianna hesitated. She knew they had guests tonight, but she thought she would be able to go back to the dressing room to talk to Tom. She followed Melissa and Amy with Lily walking next to her.

  She searched the crowd. Maybe her mom didn’t come back stage and earlier was a fluke.

  “Who’re you looking for?” Lily said.

  Arianna jerked. Her hands clenching against her sides. “That obvious?”

  “Yeah,” Lily said, her dusky eyes filled with concern.

  “Someone I used to know.” Her eyes scanned the people again.

  “A good someone or a bad someone?” Lily asked.

  “I’m not sure.” She wasn’t. She wanted to close her eyes and scream out her confusion, but she couldn’t.

  “I’m sure Tom won’t be long,” Lily said, worried over Arianna’s confusion. Whatever happened occurred after they returned from their shopping trip.

  Arianna looked around the room. It was packed. People were everywhere. She stopped. She didn’t want to go in there. She would go back to the bus where she felt comfortable.

  Lily slid her arm through hers. “Come on, let’s go.”

  Arianna glanced at Lily and nodded. Together they walked into the throng of people.

  “There are the members of Simple Time.” Lily led the way over to them.

  Arianna stopped quickly as did Lily when a woman threw a glass of wine in the face of one of the members of Simple Time. The singer, Darren. He was a tall man with auburn colored hair and lots of laugh lines around his mouth. He wiped the wine off his face scowling at the woman in front of him.

  “Oh my,” Lily said.

  ****

  “What the hell woman?” Darren glared at the woman in front of him.

  “You deserved it.” The blond snarled.

  “Of course. I always deserve everything you give me.” He sneered.

  “I don’t understand what’s so hard about giving me more money,” she said.

  He sighed, glancing around the room, and ground his teeth. “You never do. But your problems are yours and not mine. I’m not giving you any more money.”

  “Why not? I earned it.” Debbie leaned toward him.

  Darren laughed. “Earned it. Earned it. No you didn’t. You didn’t earn anything. I made the money. I worked for it. You just spent it.”

  “I have things I need.” Debbie wrapped her arms around her chest, her eyes glinted mutinously.

  “I’ve supported you for years. I told you I’m done. I don’t want to deal with your drug problem anymore. I’ve done everything I can to help you and you threw it in my face. I’ve had enough… take yourself and your habits elsewhere,” he said.

  “You can’t just cut me off,” Debbie said.

  “Yes, I can,” he said.

  Her face was beet red as she grabbed his arm. “Don’t turn away from me. Don’t dismiss me, you selfish bastard. Look at you, Mr. High and Mighty. Mr. Respectful passing judgment on me. You have no right.”

  He grabbed her fingers yanking them off his arm. “No right? I’ve every right. I’ve tried too many times to clean you up. I’m done, Debbie. It’s over. You’re on your own.”

  Debbie’s lips twisted into a sneer. “You’re repulsive, Darren. Always doing what you want. No wonder your pathetic excuse for a daughter turned out to be such a selfish bitch.”

  Debbie swung on her heel stalking away.

  “My what?” Darren roared.

  Chapter 14

  Arianna’s breath rasped between her lips. Her fingers curled against her thighs. Did her mom have another daughter or was she talking about her? This man said he supported her mom for years. Was that why she was never around? Yet, he seemed completely blown away by the confession of the obviously drunk woman now stalking away from him.

  Arianna jerked out of her thoughts as Tom wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against his chest.

  She looked over her shoulder, trying to smile, but she couldn’t manage one.

  He didn’t smile. He could see her confusion. “She’s your mother, isn’t she?”

  Arianna nodded. “I saw her with you earlier. I didn’t know what to do.”

  He leaned down, brushing her lips reassuringly, as his arms tightened around her.

  “I was afraid she might say things to you, change…” She stuttered.

  “There is nothing… nothing, Butterfly, she could ever say to change my mind. My love for you. I know she hurt you, but nothing will ever change my love for you. Please believe me.” He kissed away the tears on her lashes.

  Her eyes shone with her love and her belief in him. She laid her head against his shoulder taking a deep breath.

  “Have you seen Darren before today?” he asked.

  “Only in pictures in magazines. How much did you hear?” she asked.

  “Everything.” He twined his fingers with hers.

  “How did you know she was my mom?” she asked.

  He brushed his chin against her head. “You resemble her. I thought so earlier, but wasn’t sure. Add in the way you acted, I made a guess. I never showered so quickly. I wanted to get out here before something happened. Before you ran into her. Let’s see what happens between her and Darren and go from there, Butterfly.”

  Her fingers squeezed his as they watched the perverse scene unfold in front of them.

  ****

  “My what?” Darren roared again. He caught up with Debbie and grabbed her arm swinging her around right into his chest. He gripped her arms holding her upright as he stared into her face.

  “You heard me,” Debbie snapped.

  Darren’s voice hissed like a viper. “Yes, I heard what you said. Something you never once said before, so you had better explain.”

  “Explain what? The comment was self-explanatory,” she said.

  “Debbie.” Darren shook her as his band members gathered around him.

  “What do you care? Mr. Stingy,” she said.

  Darren looked over at his other band members. “Do any of you know anything about this?”

  “No. But I’m interested in hearing about it, Debbie.” Bob, Darren’s drummer and best friend, stepped closer to them.

  “Oh, you would be. Always sticking together.” Debbie glared at both.

  Darren’s fingers dug into her arms. “Explain? What daughter?”

  Debbie pushed against Darren’s chest trying to break his hold on her. “The one I had while you were touring Europe banging every girl you could find.”

  “When?” he asked.

  “Twenty years ago,” she said.

  “You’re telling me we had a child twenty years ago?” Darren shouted his face wreathed in disbelief.

  “Yes.” Debbie smirked, enjoying his shock.

  “How could you not tell me?” he asked.

  “Why would I? I didn’t keep her.” Debbie laughed.

  “You didn’t keep her. What did you do with her?” Shock slithered over his face. His wife was saying this.

  “I left her with my mom,” she said.

  “You left her with your mom. Where?” he asked.

  “At my mom’s house,” she said.

  “Debbie,” he growled.

  Her voice pitched high. “Why would I want to be saddled with a good for nothing brat? Especially one who turned out to be just like her father.”

  “You dropped our daughter off at your mom’s house and left her there?” His voice rumbled through the silence around him.

  “Yeah, my mom kept the brat.” Debbie took a step back, but couldn’t break his hold on her.

  “The brat.” His fingers bit deeper into her arms with each of her hurtful words as his anger escalated.

  “Yeah, she’s brat. A needy, greedy, self-absorbed brat.” Debbie struggled against his hold.

  Bob glared at her. “How can you say that?”

  “I lived with the pathetic child for two months after my mom died. She always wanted something,” she said.

  “She always wante
d something?” Darren’s mind was whirling with the news. He had a daughter. A daughter. Somewhere. But where?

  Debbie laughed. “She actually expected me to buy her new sneakers for school and pay for dance class. I’ve better things to do with your money than spend it on her.”

  “My money, better things… Sneakers, dance. Are you insane?” Darren stuttered. His face was bright red in his fury as he shook her.

  “Insane, no. Let go of me, Darren.” Debbie blinked. Her head spun from Darren shaking her.

  “Not until you tell me about my daughter and where she is.” He gripped her arms brutally. He would leave marks on her skin, but he didn’t care, not this time.

  “As if I know where the brat went,” she said.

  “What do you mean where the brat went?” His voice was a low growl, vibrating with emotion. His anger was ready to bubble over and now a new fear ripped through him. The fear of what this drug addict he called wife did to his daughter. A terrible fear.

  “I didn’t actually let her stay with me,” she said.

  “What!” His breath ruffled her hair.

  “‘Mom, I need this.’ ‘Mom, I want that.’ I didn’t want to be a mom and I didn’t have time for her. She was in my way. I told her to leave.” Debbie glared at Darren struggling to get her arms free.

  “You told my daughter to leave, when?” Darren asked.

  “When?” Debbie repeated recognizing the fury in his voice.

  “When did you tell her to leave?” Darren shouted.

  “Years ago. Let go of me, Darren,” Debbie said.

  “How old was she?” Tremors vibrated in every inch of his body as his heart pounded.

  Debbie didn’t want to talk about the stupid child. The one she never wanted. Her lips drew into a pout. “I don’t remember 13, 14… it was right after my mom died.”

  “You made a 14 year-old-girl leave your care, your home?” His voice shook.

  “Of course. I didn’t want her,” she said.

  His voice dripped with disgust. “You didn’t want her. Where did you send her?”

  Debbie stared at him a moment then laughed in his face. “Send her? I didn’t send her anywhere, except out of the house.”