The black dye washed out, thank the Lord. I feel human again with all that goop off me. I don’t know how Kip and the guys can perform with that much crap on their faces. It’s hot as hell!
A little knock on the door I hear then Kip’s head pops around the door. “Can I come in?”
“I’m surprised you asked. Yes, you can. Take a shower and get all that shit off you.” I splash water at him. “Then you can climb in here with me.”
He smiles and comes in, stripping down as he makes his way to the separate shower. “They want you and I to make our way to L.A. as soon as possible to do a morning talk show over there.”
I close my eyes and go under the water. That’s the last thing I want to do. To marry Kip is one thing. To become this thing with him is quite another. I push my head back up and sigh, but the fact I haven’t answered him he notices.
He hurries to get all the make-up and hair crap off him then comes and gets in the large tub with me. Facing me, he takes my foot in his hand and rubs it. “Do your feet still hurt?”
I nod and say nothing. He takes the other one and rubs it too. Watching him as he does the little massage thingy, I realize he really does care for me. Not just a little, like a lot.
He was so damn sweet when he sang to me. Running his hands along my neck and my back as he sang the words. I took them so differently this time. I kissed him this time, and the crowd went crazy. They went even crazier when he told them I had agreed to become his wife as he held up my hand and the spotlight caught the glimmer of the diamonds in my engagement ring.
A fairy tale is what it felt like. So many people cheering and after we walked off stage together, so many strangers congratulating us both. As if I was someone special too.
I pull my feet from his hands and make my way to him. Up his hard body I slide through the warm water. His deep blue eyes light up as I rub my breasts across his chest. “Will you kiss me, Kip?”
His lips touch mine and I melt in an instant. My hands slide along his bulging muscles of his upper arms and my legs move between his. His long dick begins to pulse and harden.
I slide one hand down and take his now hard dick and guide it into me as I straddle him. He and I moan together as I move him into me. His tongue slides over mine. The touch of his hands on my waist make me go warm inside as he slowly moves me up and down.
Our bodies slide easily against each other. My breasts move up and down his chest, making my nipples hard and erect. The feel of him inside me with no condom in between us is something I’ve found I missed since he forgot to put one on the other morning.
Something about him telling the world he’s in love with me and marrying me has me feeling more for him. More security, more trust, more everything. I pull my mouth away from his and leave little kisses down his cheek and place my lips near his ear. “I love you,” I whisper.
He groans and arches up to me. “I love you.”
My stomach starts to go all wiggly as my orgasm begins. I sit up and let him lift me up and down his hot, hard dick. I arch my back and feel him go deeper inside me.
The little waves start to run through me and I place my hands on his broad, muscled chest as I fall apart. A loud moan I let out.
“Oh, baby,” he moans and then he stops lifting me. “Okay, get off, baby. I have to cum.”
“Just do it,” I say as I try to move my body up and down him on my own but he holds me tight.
“Peyton, I don’t want you to take another one of those pills. I don’t like you doing that,” he says as he holds me steady and I can fill his dick starting to pulse inside me.
“I won’t, just do it, Kip.” I run my finger along his chin and lean over and kiss him hard.
His arms wrap around me and he kisses me like he never has before. Deep and hungry, his kiss is, and he growls as he moves my body up and down the length of his cock again. Hard and fast until he fills me with the heat of his seed and I find myself climaxing again.
I pull my mouth away and let out a little scream as it feels like Heaven. His moan follows, and he pulls me back and kisses me hard as he keeps moving me up and down to stroke him until both of us have stopped the hard climaxes.
His kiss softens, and he lets my mouth go. I rest my forehead on his as I catch my breath. I bite at my lip as I know what I’ve just allowed and what could happen.
“I love you, Peyton. Thank you for letting go and allowing me to love you the way I want to. I’ll try my best to never hurt you. You can trust me to always be here, baby.” His words fill my heart and tears start to fall.
Somehow he notices them and kisses my cheeks, taking them away. “I don’t know why I’m crying. I’m an idiot, I guess.”
“You’re crying because you’re letting that wall you had built up to keep others out fall apart. It has to fall so I can come in. Me and whoever else comes along to build our family.” His lips touch mine again.
My heart pounds with what I think must be hope. Hope for a real love, hope for a real shot at happiness, and hope for a future with this man and a family with him as well.
Can it really be this easy?
Kip
A sharp pain on my ass wakes me up. I move away as it seems Peyton’s foot has kicked me. The sun’s light peeks out from behind the chocolate colored drapes in the hotel room. I suppress a laugh as I don’t want to wake her up.
She and I made love a whopping six times last night. The most times in one night for me, a record. I do believe my announcement of our impending marriage has her finally believing this thing between us is real. She’s much more free, and it seems she’s more than ready and willing to get started on our family, the little minx.
As long as I’m awake I may as well go and use the bathroom. I scratch my head as I get up and walk away. “Where are you going?” she asks.
I turn back and give her a smile. “To take a piss. I’ll be back, don’t move.”
She giggles and I find it adorable and my dick finds it exciting and begins to harden. I have to hurry if I’m going to be able to empty my bladder before my dick changes things for me.
The television is on as I come back to bed. I lie down and she cuddles up to me, laying her head on my chest. The local news is on and low and behold there pops up a picture of us from last night.
“There we are, or a version of us anyway,” she says.
She turns up the sound, and the reporter says, “Kip Dixon stunned audience members as he introduced the woman he will be marrying. That’s right ladies, Kip is going off the market, sorry. Hours after the announcement tabloid reporters went on a search for who this woman really is.” A picture of Peyton, make-up free and naturally pretty pops up. “It seems this is the real Peyton Reed. Make-up free and much more plain than the woman who stood at Kip’s side last night. Seems she’s not the glamorous thing on stage, but a dumpy, dirty blonde from central Texas. It’s something that has many of Kip’s female fans out of sorts. Here’s what a few had to say when they saw a picture of how she really looks.”
“Fuck! Turn it off,” I say as I try to grab the remote, but Peyton keeps it from me.
“No, I want to hear this.”
The picture goes to a trampy looking woman with orange spikes on the top of her head. “When I saw that I was like what the bleep, Kip? I mean, I’m more attractive than she is. Why not me?” She begins to grab the bottom of her shirt and pulls it up some. “I mean, look at these tits!” The camera leaves her abruptly and goes to another whorish looking woman.
“Yeah, why her? She’s as boring as they come. He’s much too good looking for her. Why not me, Kip?”
Peyton’s face has fallen, and she hands me the remote. “There, take the damn thing!”
“You know I think you’re gorgeous,” I say and pull at her to come back and lie on my chest again, but she’s not having it.
She throws the blanket back and gets out of bed. “I’m going to take a shower and then possibly a bath so I can drown myself.”
“Love,
don’t let that crap get to you. It’s not true. They’re all jealous at how you’re naturally pretty and they aren’t. Those tramps weren’t even pretty with make-up on," I say, but she goes in the bathroom and shuts the door behind her.
Why in the hell do people have to be so fucking mean?
Peyton
I’m going home today. I don’t care how disappointed or mad Kip gets. I cannot go to any more of his shows. I won’t get dressed up and made up again as it makes no difference anyway.
This was always there in the back of my mind. I’m not good enough. Definitely not pretty enough. This is no place for me. Behind the scenes is the best place for a plain Jane like myself.
I dry off and look at my reflection. A smattering of freckles cross the top of my nose and my lips are a little too pale for my tanned skin. My eyes are too small and my eyelashes are thin.
Why can’t I be beautiful?
Why can’t I have long, lustrous hair? What does Kip see in me?
The bathroom door opens and my naked fiancé comes in. “I was going to leave you alone to deal with this, but I decided that was the dumbest thing I could ever do.”
His arms slip around me and he pushes the towel I have wrapped around me to the floor. “Kip, don’t.”
“You’re going to take a shower with me. I need you to wash my hair for me.” He takes my hand and pulls me back to the shower where he turns the water back on and tugs me inside with him.
Tears start to flow over my cheeks along with the water. I look up at him as he wets his shoulder length, blonde hair. His blue eyes sparkling at me. I pick my hand up and put my fingers on the ring he gave me and twist it.
His eyes dart to what I’m doing and he grabs my hands in his. “What do you think you’re doing, Peyton?”
“I want to give this back to you. We both know I can’t marry you.” I try to pull my hands from his, but he’s too strong.
“First, I told you never to take that ring off. And you will marry me, Peyton. I’m not letting what some dumb asses say about you take you from me.” His hands move up my arms and stroke them gently as he looks into my eyes.
“What do you see in me that others can’t? Not even myself.” I ask and study him intently.
“I see a future with love and happiness. You are beautiful, Peyton. Your beauty is so deep I guess some can’t see it like I do. But I swear to you that I do.” He kisses my forehead. “As a matter of fact I didn’t want to tell you so last night as I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. The make-up and hair that lady did on you took away from your natural beauty. I didn’t like it. I didn’t like it at all. You didn’t look a thing like yourself.”
“Well everyone else thought that me was pretty and the real me is ugly,” I say and find I’m just about to fall apart. “I really need to go back home, Kip. When you’re done with the tour we can see about moving forward, but I can’t right now.”
He grips my shoulders and looks at me with the sternest expression I’ve ever seen. “You aren’t going anywhere except with me. This shit isn’t breaking us up!”
“I’m not saying we’ll break up, but I don’t want to go on tour with you. It’s too embarrassing. When you’re done we can try it again. Don’t worry, I won’t see anyone else while you’re doing that. Shit, I doubt I’ll leave the fucking house.” I look away and wish I was gone already.
His mouth crashes down on mine and he presses me against the warm wall. My breath ceases in my lungs, then he pulls away. “How long can you go without that?”
“I have to…” I say, but he presses his dick into me and pulls my legs up to wrap around his waist. I moan as he slips into me and it feels like heaven.
He thrusts into me as he looks into my eyes. “I don’t want not to be able to do this with you. We can’t if you go home. I don’t even want you to call that place home anymore. I’m your home, Peyton. Wherever we are together, that’s home, baby.”
“But, how can I show my face in public? How can I stand next to you without feeling ugly?” I ask as he moves slowly in and out of me.
“Put that shit out of your mind, love. It’s stupid,” he says as he grinds into me.
His fingers massage my ass as he pushes his hard as hell dick into me and I squirm as he’s making me feel so damn good. “I can’t.” I say then moan a little. “Shit! You make me feel so fucking good.”
He smiles and kisses me hard, taking me away from the damn news and the crappy chicks who said I was ugly. Hell they were ugly in my opinion.
His hard cock pounds me as his tongue twirls around mine. My heart is pounding as in an instant my body grows hot and I have to pull my mouth away to let out a scream as I orgasm hard. His body stiffens as he climaxes at the same time.
The water falls over his back as he leans his head to mine and says, “You are mine, Peyton. You will be my wife and the mother of my children. I never want to see you attempt to pull the ring that shows who you belong to off again. Do you understand me?”
He pulls back and looks at me. His jaw is set and his body tenses as he waits for my answer. The words he said may seem crude and somewhat chauvinistic, but they hit something in me that wants that caveman. He knows what he wants, and it seems to be me, no matter how ugly I am.
I swallow hard and say, “I understand, Kip.”
His expression softens, and he smiles. “Good. It’s you and I, love. No one else’s opinion matters.”
He says it like it’s true, but I’m not so sure.
Kip
Holding tight to Peyton’s waist, we make our way from the hotel room to get on the road to Denver. We have a long drive and she’s not looking forward to the gig after the crap ass media report.
We all seem to be leaving at the same time as I see the rest of the band and Silas in the hallway. I hold her back a bit, afraid of what jack ass Bobby might say if he’s heard any of the negative comments the media is making.
“Hey,” Bobby says as he sees us.
My heart nearly stops as he looks from me to Peyton. She seems to fear his comments too as her arm runs around me and she pulls herself closer to my side. She’s vulnerable and probably won’t be able to take any shit from him without crying.
Bobby stops and waits for us to catch up, which we try hard not to do. “How’s it going, Bobby?” I ask as we near him.
He looks at me briefly. “Not great. Some wankers are talkin’ ‘bout me best mate’s girl and that pisses me off.” In a swift motion he takes Peyton away from me and hugs her. “No one gets to talk about my Yoko. Don’t worry, darlin’ no matter what they say, we all know you’re gorgeous.”
I smile as I watch him and clap him on the back. “Now, there’s my best mate.”
He pulls back and looks down at her. Tears stream down her pink cheeks. “Thanks, Bobby. You have no idea how much your words mean to me.”
He gives her a chaste kiss on the cheek, then a wink. “No worries, Yoko. I got your back, darlin’ you’re a real beauty. Never let them make you up any different than you are again. I got your back.”
“Us too,” the other band members say as they come to us.
Silas walks up and nods. “I’ll issue a press release condemning this awful attack on you. Don’t worry, Peyton.”
Tears flow from her eyes as she lets go of Bobby and clings to me. “I don’t know how to thank you guys for this. I needed it like you’ll never know.”
We part ways as the others go to the bus and Peyton and I go to the car. I fish for the car keys in my pocket. Peyton takes my arm and pulls her keys out. “I’ll drive first, you can take the next shift. I love driving this car.”
Her cell rings and she takes it out of her purse. I look at the screen and the word, ‘Mom’ shines out at me. “Tell her I said hi, love.”
She answers the phone and I open the car door for her. She slides in behind the wheel. “Hi, Mom.”
“Hi, baby. I have some news, are you sitting down?” her mother asks.
As I pull my seatbe
lt on and listen to her voice a chill runs through me as its clearly shaky. “What’s wrong?” I ask.
Donna’s voice breaks, and she starts to cry. “Your brother, Tyler, he was in an accident this morning on his way to work.”
Peyton’s jaw tenses as she holds tight to the steering wheel. “Is he okay, Mom?”
“He’s in surgery right now. It’s his back, the lower vertebrae have compression fractures. They have to fuse his bones together and put in some bone tissue from his hip bones, and…..” Donna breaks into sobs.
Peyton’s eyes begin to shimmer. “I have to go be with my family, Kip.”
I nod, I know she does. “Get out and let me drive.”
Confusion fills her face. “You can go on the bus. I’ll catch up when my brother gets better.”
“I’m not leaving you to deal with this alone. I’ll call Silas in a minute and tell him what’s happened.” I get out of the car and go around to open her door. She’s hung up the phone and as she gets out I pull her into a hug. “I’m so sorry, love.”
She breaks down and I pick her up and carry her to the passenger side. Gently I place her on the seat and pull the seatbelt down and buckle her in. “Thank you. I can’t tell you how much this means to me. I’m a wreck.” She runs her hand over my cheek, and I take it and give it a kiss.
“No worries, mate. That’s what couples do for each other.” I close the door and get in the driver’s seat then make the call that’s going to have my band and manager pissed at me.
As I pull out of the parking lot and head back towards Austin, Silas answers his phone. “Yes, sir?”
“I’ve bad news, Silas. Peyton’s brother was in an accident and is going into surgery for his back. I’m taking her back to Austin.”
“No! I mean, no, you can’t. I’ll hire a driver to take her back and you come get on the bus. You have to do the show, Kip.”
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