by Thia Finn
When we climbed in the car, I noticed Ivy was missing from the group. “Where’s Ivy?”
“Oh, she’s bringing some dude home with her, so they are coming in their own car,” Lauren told us.
“What? Who is it?” I looked at Gunner, and he smiled and shook his head.
“Some lead singer and guitar player she met today from one of the bands. The band was freaking awesome, and he got security to take her backstage after the concert. They are playing at Stubbs tomorrow night, so she invited him back to the house,” Journey said.
“She’s bringing some random guy to our house. Is she planning for him to stay the weekend?”
“Doubt it. Probably just tonight or maybe not. I don’t know. It’s not my job to police her, Lola. She’s an adult, remember?” Journey’s attitude told me I shouldn’t be policing her either.
“Well, okay.” I got in the car and looked at Gunner. He peeled off his sunglasses finally and then took my hand and kissed it.
“It’ll be fine, Lola. This shit happens all the time.”
“I’m sure you would know.” I smiled at him, but I didn’t feel like smiling on the inside.
I knew something like this was going to come up with Lola, but I prayed it wasn’t going to bite me in the ass when it did. I stayed at random women’s places and hotel rooms all the time on tour, or I had them at mine. Discussing the possibility with her never crossed my mind until I saw some of the groupies hanging around backstage. I worried some of the women I’d been with were going to show up and want to set up a second go round with me.
I could picture some random chick walking up like she knew me and starting a conversation, or worse, coming on to me? I was sure Lola would love it. Of course, meeting her wouldn’t have happened either, so I suppose it would be no big thing if one happened to show up. The worst problem to me was I hardly ever remembered the women by the time we got back on the bus or plane because alcohol was usually involved with a random hook-up for the night. I rarely stayed the entire night with them. I wasn’t against sleeping with women, but I didn’t like getting up to catch the bus the next morning. I would hardly get any sleep that way.
The night in Paris I spent with Lola was outstanding, though, and we didn’t do much sleeping, but we did stay together the entire night. I didn’t want to leave her the next morning and would have taken her with me if she could have gone.
We all rolled into the driveway about the same time, which was good because Lola would have worried until Ivy showed with her friend. We all met the guy and then they went to her room. It seemed to me they were between fucks if I had to guess from the way they looked at each other. Damn, jealousy was an ugly thing.
I pulled Lola to me when the rest went upstairs. They changed and came down ready to forage in the kitchen. “Mon chéri, why don’t we go back to my house?” I kissed down her neck looking for the spot she responded to the most. “We can leave them your car, and I’ll bring you home tomorrow when I have to go to the festival, or we can all meet up there tomorrow.” I needed to convince her to come home with me. The kisses helped get her attention on where I wanted to go.
“Gunner, I don’t know. Do you think this strange man in the house is a good idea?”
“I don’t know, Lola. Did you think it was a good idea to have me in your hotel room when I was in Paris?” Probably was not the wisest of comebacks.
She whirled around and gave me a look that said it wasn’t. “This is different, and you know it.”
“No, it’s not. Think about it. You took me to your hotel room after the concert, and we spent the entire night having the best night of my life.” I hated to equate the two situations but they were exactly the same. It was the best night of my life and one that I won’t ever forget. I hoped she felt the same way.
Lola looked like she was deep in thought. I hoped it was because she remembered the fantastic night we shared because I would love a repeat performance. Mostly I hoped she understood what it meant to me.
“All right. I guess that’s a good idea; then I don’t have to be here tomorrow when he leaves.” She walked to the kitchen island where the girls were eating random things out of the packages. “Hey, I’m going to go home with Gunner in his truck, so you’ll have my car if you need it.” I laid her keys on the counter for them.
“Great. We’ll see you tomorrow then,” Journey spoke as she carried the bag of popcorn and her drink to the coffee table.
The look on Lola’s face was priceless. I knew she thought they were going to question her about us leaving. These girls were a lot more understanding than she was, but then they didn’t feel responsible for anyone but themselves, like most college kids.
I didn’t waste any time, afraid she would change her mind. I was getting her all to myself for the night and morning, finally. I threw her over my shoulder and started to my truck, but she wanted to take some things with her, so I had to put her down.
“Slow down there, Gunner,” Journey said with a laugh as Lola climbed the stairs. “Excited much? My sister must be an amazing freak in bed.” The others laughed as though that was impossible to believe.
If they only knew.
I broke the speed limit every chance I had back to my house. I needed to do something drastic like tying her to my bed for the next fifteen uninterrupted hours or so. I planned to enjoy every single inch of her body, and my desire for her was overwhelming by the time we arrived in my driveway.
I slammed the truck into park and looked at her sitting in the other seat. I wanted to calm this down a little. I needed to savor every single minute with her even if my anxiousness to have her was incomprehensible. God, she looked unbelievably stunning sitting beside me. The way she carried herself told me she had no idea which, in my book, looked even better.
She turned and looked at me. “What?”
“Nothing. I was sitting here thinking how beautiful you are.” I smiled at her.
“Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?” She needed to clue me in on what went on in her head.
“Give me that ‘melt my panties smile.’ It gets to me every time.”
“It’s the only smile I have, but I will remember what it does to you so I can use it when I need you to be thinking about me getting in your panties.” I reached for her hand, brought it to my lips, and kissed along her fingers where they met her hand.
“No. I never saw you look at Carter that way.” I stopped the kisses mid-hand.
“And I hope you never do. I’m not into guys. I thought you knew that already.”
“You know what I mean. I watched you talking to all of those bands today. I never saw that smile even when it was women.”
“Oh. You mean the smile I reserve for beautiful women I’m dying to have my way with?” I slowly pulled her over to me as the words escaped my mouth. I needed to kiss her now. Hell, I wanted to devour her, but I held off. Only our lips were close enough to touch, I spoke, “Like a certain beautiful woman who can set me on edge just watching her sit still beside me.” I lowered my lips to hers and barely touched them before pulling back but only to the point I could still feel her warm breath on mine. “Or the gorgeous tease with sexy hot pink little toes skimming up my calves?” I left a line of light kisses over to her ear and then sucked the lobe between my teeth for a soft bite and scrape to the edge. “Or the little minx who was tonguing my tattoos and distracting me from my game?” My tongue skimmed up the outer shell of her ear, exhaling the slightest warm breath from bottom to top. When the involuntary shiver ran through her, I returned to nibble her lips. I slid my tongue over the bottom one, and she opened them, pulling me to her, the kiss becoming all-consuming.
We came up for air, and I reached back and opened my door. “We need to go inside, and just so you know, I plan to continue exactly where we left off, the minute I turn the lock on that door.” I rounded the truck and opened her door, where she wrapped her arms and legs around my body, beginning her assault on my neck as I carr
ied her inside the house.
“You know what would be fun?” she asked as I locked the door.
“Anything with you, sweet cherry pie.” She bit down on the artery running down my neck.
“We should continue where we left off earlier in the pool.” I liked where this was heading already. Pool sex was hot, and I had plenty of flat places with the tanning ledge to make it interesting.
“Yeah, it would. The water’s still warm, too.”
I carried her straight through the house and out the French doors grabbing towels on my way. I dropped them on the nearest lounge chair and walked off in the warm, dark water at the beach entrance before she knew what was happening. Her lips were preoccupied as I moved deeper into the water. When her sweet ass grazed the water, she let out a squeak.
“Gunner, our clothes!”
“Yeah, we’re about to lose them.” I slid my hands up the underside of her tank top and pulled it over her head. The hot pink, lacy bra she wore had a glow to it under the full moon. Near the deep end of the pool, I grabbed the side under her arms holding her out of the water.
“I do believe this is where we were before we were interrupted today.”
“Yes, but with more clothes.” I didn’t need any more incentive and snapped the clasp on her bra causing it to fall away from her beautiful tits. “You don’t have tan lines. Do you go topless in Paris?” Thinking of her lounging topless on the beach was hot, and I was jealous I wasn’t there to see it.
“Sometimes, my friends and I would go topless when we were by our pool at the house.” She pulled my shirt up and over my head.
I wrapped around her allowing the perfect tits to scrape lightly up and down my pecs. The warm water added another layer of sensation as the pink tips pebbled. Under the moonlight, they looked like heaven slightly bobbing in the water against my chest. I backed off enough to take one of the stiff peaks in my mouth tonguing and sucking it until I felt her move against my waist, trying to cause more friction where she needed it.
“We need to move this party of two so I can touch bottom. I want to be able to get to all of you.” I maneuvered our warm, wet bodies up the slope. She still had to bounce a little on her tiptoes, keeping her a little off-balance. I liked it because it gave me more control. I put her hands beside her head on the coping, so she held herself above the water.
“Hold on, ma chéri.”
I went under water and found the low riding shorts that had been driving me crazy all day. When she moved the right way, a little strip of tanned skin peeked out to tease me. I couldn’t resist nipping around her navel ring that slightly dangled as I unbuttoned the offenders and slid those tiny panties off at the same time. Lightly sliding my index finger over her bare lips without breaking the seam, I heard her give a little gasp at the tender touch. Between the friction from before and those sexy noises she made, my dick was standing at full attention, waiting his turn.
I replaced my finger with my tongue and broke the surface of the water as I ran my tongue up her midline from pussy to chin. The scorching look she gifted me with made him harden even more. Damn, I needed this girl and her sweet pussy.
I stood and looked down at her. “Damn Lola, you are so beautiful.”
The way the moonlight glistened off the wet skin of her shoulders made my need for her even worse. “Shit.”
“What’s wrong?” She panted out.
“Condom. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” I turned to jump out when she grabbed my arm.
“Wait, Gunner. I know this is soon, but I take the shot, and I know I’m clean. What about you?”
“I always get tested after each tour, but that’s a lot to ask of you to trust me enough to go bare, Lola. Honestly, as much as I would love to do that, I would never want you to feel like we have to.” I had only gone bare with a couple of girls when I was younger, and that was stupid on my part. When I finally got my head out of my ass and decided I better take responsibility for my life, I never did it again. Carter and I might spend a lot of time joking about it with our euphemisms, but we both knew it was the smart decision. Hell, we preached it so much to Hayden, no doubt he thought we were germophobes.
She pulled me back to her and looked me straight in the eyes. “I do trust you, Gunner, and I hope with this you will trust me, as well.”
Wow, she put this back on me. I wanted to trust her, but after all the shit Ryan, Peri, and Hayden were just now recovering from, I didn’t know. I thought about it a minute. I wanted to show her the trust I thought she deserved, but she still hadn’t addressed the things she told me in Paris. I hated having something between us that could later surface and cause problems. The look on her face made me feel bad for questioning myself about her.
“I have this thing about people I don’t fucking trust. I know it’s something earned and easily lost. I’ve always been this way, though. I can’t stand being around fucking liars and cheats and this business I’m in, there are lots of them. The pricks will tell you anything to get what they fucking want.
“I’ve had to let a lot of people go in my life who I thought were good friends. People I loved, but when true shit came out, and they couldn’t be honest with me, I was fucking done. There are too many honest people out there to count as friends to continue being around some shithead who isn’t.” She said nothing while I rambled on, and I was getting worried that I was scaring the hell out of her with my soap box diatribe. I guessed she was waiting for me to climb down because when I finally shut the fuck up, she smiled at me as if she understood what I was saying. I was glad, too. I put my forehead against hers and took a deep breath exhaling slowly.
“Hey, about this shot thing, are you super careful to do the right thing? I don’t know much about a shot. Is it safe and effective?” I couldn’t believe I stood there with a granite-hard dick having a damn birth control conversation, but having a kid was something for my thirties, not now.
“Yes, they are very effective which is why I use them. I don’t have to remember about taking a pill.” Okay, so that seemed like a good answer.
“So we’re cool then?” I asked her to make sure.
“Abso-fucking-lutely!” She laughed as she said it. I knew she said it for my benefit after my speech.
I slid my hands around her naked body and landed on her ass, picked her up and backed against the wall where she wrapped her legs around me. She pushed me back and unbuttoned my shorts and lowered the zipper. As she maneuvered my boxer briefs over my hips, he finally got the sensation of the water swirling around. Damn, freedom felt good but not as good as thrusting him against her bare skin.
The idea of being bare inside her kept me on edge, and I didn’t think I could hold out much longer. I wanted to take my time and enjoy her body, but he hadn’t had the chance to feel bare pussy in forever and was already spitting at the idea. Down boy, I thought to myself. It would happen.
I bit down harder than I intended on the curve of her neck and it caused her to grind against me. I kneaded her cheeks and ran my finger down from the back side to the sweet opening waiting for me. I circled it a few times feeling her juices waiting for me, and I finally dipped inside. The heat was such a contrast to the water temperature, and she gasped as I breached the entrance.
“Lola, your pussy is so fucking hot inside.”
“I know, and you have to do something to put the fire out. I’m dying to feel you, Gunner.”
That was all I needed to get this show on the road. I guided my dick to her clit and circled the nub a few times before I moved it down to her entrance and then back up. It felt almost magical with all the water and then the warm pre-cum from both of us. The sweet torture prepared her for him, so on the next slide, I pushed in about halfway. I didn’t want to do any damage by plunging in with my thick dick, but damn, the movement felt so real with no condom on, I could hardly keep myself from doing just that.
“You okay, chéri?” I needed her to enjoy the pleasure as much as I did.
“Yes,
better than okay, Gun.” With that, she pushed herself down more, and I thrust, sending the full length all the way to the hilt. A loud groan escaped from both of us. I didn’t know if it was from pleasure or pain on her part, but for me, I couldn’t fathom how anything in my entire life could feel better than that one movement. I backed her up against the wall and grabbed the coping on the wall on either side of her, and pounded into her over and over again.
“I need more, Gunner, please,” she said with strangled sound.
I leaned back and moved one leg over my forearms to get a better angle and so that I had access to her swollen clit that I knew would get her there quickly. I thumbed that delicate nub as I pumped in and out of her, the water surged and ebbed with my every thrust adding an unexpected dimension to the love making.
It seemed like only a minute passed before she started milking my dick with tight pulsating throbs, and when she screamed my name over and over, I knew she had reached the release she sought. I stopped the punishing drives to prolong my inevitable orgasm but continued to work her clit with my thumb so she could ride out the sensation to the end.
I had waited such a long time to have her free and clear of the others, and now that I did I wanted to pleasure her body so many times, she would never be able to get in a pool and not remember this night.
I laid my forehead against hers, and we both breathed in and out until we were back under control. “Your perfect pussy is grabbing my dick so tight; I think I could stay here all night long.” All she could do was nod at me. I guessed her breathing hadn’t calmed as much as mine, yet.
I slipped out, and she made a noise of disappointment. “Not to worry, chéri. We’re only getting started.” I spun her around to face the side of the pool, and she held on. I realized she couldn’t touch still, so I slid us up a little until her feet were on the bottom, too. Backing away from the side, I moved her hips out some and spread her legs on both sides of me, and then plunged in on one hard, long stroke. The blissful feeling on my end matched a sigh from hers, which told me she felt the same.
