Sheet Music - A Rock 'n' Roll Love Story (21 page)

“God, I love you,” he whispered softly beside her ear.

Lovingly she stroked his back.  “I love you too.”

Carefully he rolled to her side and kissed her softly.  He looked delirious.  A long satisfied sigh escaped his mouth as he lightly touched her lips with a finger.  “Sheet music,” he whispered.

“You said that the last time,” she smiled.

“Well, it’s definitely still sheet music,” he answered.

“Yeah, it is,” she agreed and moved closer to his side.  A grimace replaced her smile.

“Are you in pain?” he asked.

“A little bit.”

“Have you taken any pain medication yet?”

“No,” she lied.

Michael handed her the pill bottle from the nightstand and she took another dose.  Fifteen minutes later she was sound asleep with Michael slumbering beside her.

He woke with the sound of a car horn outside the window.  Annie barely stirred in the bed.  He pulled on his pants as he made his way to the window facing the driveway.

“Ah, shit.” he grumbled, half zipping his pants.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, hearing his discord.

“Brian’s here.”

“So what?  Bonita will tell him you’re sleeping and he’ll go away.  Come back to bed with me,” she teased.

Michael laughed.  “You don’t know Brian very well, do you?  If I don’t go down to see him, he’ll be up here banging on the door.”

Before he finished his statement there was a loud knock at the bedroom door.

“See, what did I tell you?” Michael chuckled, making his way toward the door.  Behind him, Annie pulled the bed covers over her head, sighing loudly.

Michael cracked the door open and saw Brian standing beside a very nervous Bonita.  “I’ll be right down,” he stated, and began to shut the door.  Brian stopped it with his foot and grinned like a Cheshire cat.  Bonita rambled through a continuous apology for bothering him, making Michael laugh.

“I didn’t come to see you, dick head.  I came to welcome Annie home,” he informed, attempting to push past Michael.

“She’s sleeping,” Michael lied, stopping Brian with his arm.

“Bullshit.  I can smell sex in this room!  And might I add, I’m disgusted by the thought of you taking advantage of a woman fresh out of the hospital,” Brian snickered and flopped himself across the foot of Michael’s enormous bed.  “Wade, I do believe you have sunk to a new low!”

“Would you believe me if I said it wasn’t my idea?”

Brian roared with laughter.  “Nice try, but I’m not buying it.”

Michael followed his friend over to the bed, trying to stifle a laugh.  “Annie, are you up for a visitor?” he asked, peeking beneath the bed sheet where she was hiding.

“Do I have a choice?” she asked.

“Not really,” Michael teased.  “Persistence is just one of Brian’s many endearing personality traits.” 

Michael bent and picked up his discarded shirt from the floor then stuffed it beneath the sheets.  “Here, you can put this on.”

“Brian, I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” Annie protested, rustling under the sheets.  Moments later, her head appeared from its hiding place and Brian burst out in laughter.

“Hey, if you want to be a part of the Thrust family, you’ll have to be prepared for my unexpected visits.  Isn’t that right, Mike?”

Annie’s eyes drifted toward Michael.  He was grinning from ear to ear with his arms crossed over his bare chest.  “He’s right, babe.”

“Does that mean we get to reciprocate unscheduled meetings at your house too?” she asked Brian.

“Certainly, but I’ll have to warn you, I don’t wear much clothing around my house and I rarely dress for guests.”

Annie giggled and tossed a pillow directly at Brian’s head.  “Now, that is an image I really didn’t need in my head,” she squealed.

CHAPTER TWELVE

The first several days, Annie rarely left the master bedroom.  Michael took care of her completely.  Lovingly, he took upon the task of bathing her and washing her hair.  He paid great attention to the details of her care and loved every minute of it.

Hour by hour, they shared the intimate stories of their lives.  She learned more about him in those first days than he had shared with any other person in his life.  And, they shared their bodies too, in a way that neither had experienced.  Along with the details of his life, she was also discovering the nuances of his body and the reactions he’d give back to her whenever she kissed or touched those places.  The bond they were slowly building had a life all its own and enthralled them completely.  In a sense, they were creating their own mini-universe with a population of two.

Each morning, Bonita would leave a tray of fresh fruits and hot black coffee outside their door.  Then they would spend the next several hours feeding each other in bed.

Annie smiled lazily as she watched him return to bed with the tray of fruits.  He placed the tray beside her and slowly lifted the hem of her sapphire nightie exposing her feminine triangle and stomach.  Then he placed a thick, juicy slice of honeydew melon across her belly.  Salaciously, he began to lick and nibble at the fruit, making loud slurping sounds as he collected it in his mouth.  With each bite he took, she shivered; her excitement escalating a notch.

“Michael, tell me about your first time,” she asked.

“Man, that was a lifetime ago,” he replied, as he sucked the fruit juice from her belly button.  “I’m not sure I can remember back that far.”

“Oh, come on.  Everyone remembers their first time.”

He sat up and took another slice of  melon from the plate and placed it lower on her abdomen, just above her hair line.

Annie propped herself up on one elbow and watched him work his tongue over the fruit and her skin.  “You’re really enjoying that fruit, aren’t you?”

“More than you know.”

“You do realize, of course, you’re making a sticky mess out of me.”

“Yes.  And I’m also getting a very clear visual of the fun I’ll have cleaning you later in the bath tub.”

The slice of melon was gone, but his mouth continued to savor the taste it had left behind on her skin.  Then he stopped and rolled his face to meet her gaze.

“Heidi Cashman,” he said with a sly grin.

“What?”

“She was my first.”

“Oh, so you
do
remember.”

Michael laughed.  “I don’t remember too many of the others but I do remember her.”

“Why?  Was she a big-boobed blonde?”

He laughed again.  “Well, she was blond but your tits are bigger than what she had.”

Annie raised a curious eyebrow and smiled.  “Was she your high school sweetheart?”

“Not exactly.  She was my summer math tutor.”

“What?” she asked in shock.

“Yeah, I was fifteen at the time and she was a twenty-year-old college junior.  She was home for the summer and looking to make some extra cash.  My parents hired her to try and prevent me from failing my sophomore year.  I mean, how would it look for them to have one son excelling in academics; while the other one failed.  Their efforts were in vain though, because I still failed.  Heidi sucked as a math instructor but she excelled in other areas - especially her people skills.”

“How on earth did that happen?  Don’t tell me you hit on your math tutor!”

“No, actually she hit on me.”

“How?”

Michael propped himself up and got comfortable.  “She showed up that first day wearing tight blue jeans and a halter top.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Oh yeah.  And she had all this blond hair and I was blown away with the sight of her.  She wasn’t what I was expecting at all.  That first lesson was a total waste of her time because all I did was stare at her tits.”

“Pig.”

“Hey, I was fifteen!  Give a guy a break,” he laughed.

“So, who made the first move?”

“I told you, she did.  She asked if I was stoned because I seemed so distracted.  I told her I was and she asked if I had any more dope; which was a stupid question.  I always had dope.  Next thing you know, we were upstairs in my room getting high.”

He laughed at the memory.  “I remember her taking this huge hit off the joint and exhaling the smoke into my mouth.  Big turn-on for an inexperienced kid and you can imagine what that led to.”

“I guess it's safe to say it wasn't
her
first time?” Annie smiled.

“No, I seriously doubt that.”

“Did she know it was your first time?”

“Not at first but she figured it out pretty fast.”

“Oh, came in your pants?” she teased.

“I wasn't
that
bad,” he laughed.  “She tutored me for a month that summer and every day was the same.  She'd come over half-dressed, we'd go through the motions of studying for a few minutes then upstairs we'd go for the real lessons,” he smiled proudly.  “It was unreal.”

“So I have Heidi to thank for educating you so well?”

“I suppose so.  She turned me on to the most powerful drug I know.”

“So what happened after the summer ended?”

“She went back to college and I fumbled my way through a second sophomore year.”

“You never saw her after that?”

He laid his head on her belly.  “Actually I did.  About ten years ago we had a couple of shows in Boston.  When we arrived she was waiting by the back door of the FleetCenter.  I heard her call out my name, looked over, and saw her standing there all by herself.  So I invited her inside.”  He started to chuckle.

“And?”

“Well, we spent about five minutes making small talk and then she lifted up her skirt and asked if I remembered her.  She wasn’t wearing panties,” he smirked.  “I told her I remembered everything and we went at it like old times.  She stayed with me for that weekend.  When it was time for us to move on to the next string of venues, I asked her to come with me on the road.  Then she tells me she was married and had a kid.  Can you believe that?”

“She was cheating on her husband?”

“I guess so.”  He shook his head.  “I’m not completely innocent there either, Annie.  Technically I was still married too, although Beth and I were living separate lives by that point.  So, I said goodbye to her and I haven’t seen her since.”

He kissed her stomach.  “Are you jealous?”

“Should I be?”

“No.  She taught me mechanics.  You taught me about emotion.  The two elements combined are mind blowing,” he said with a smirk.

Then he turned his face and pressed his nose deep into the moist cleft of her femininity and inhaled loudly.

“Annie, you are positively intoxicating,” he sighed.  “I could die quite happy, right here.”

Then he kissed her in the most intimate of ways.  His lips were like the petals of a flower, tasting, teasing, and then devouring her sex.  She arched her back and pressed her body harder against his open mouth.  His hands lifted her bottom.  She reached for his head and grabbed his hair.

“My God, Michael, please…”

His tongue delved deeper, only to be replaced with his fingers.  He pushed her higher and reveled in the pleasure his mouth was giving her.  Beneath him she blossomed, spreading wider as if gasping for breath.

He smiled at her soft whimpering and bit the inside of her thigh then sucked the spot to take away the sting.  Her cry grew louder still as she climbed the wall.  He savored the taste, beauty, and satiny wetness of her, so close to bursting himself.  She screamed his name as she tensed and then released, drowning him in wave after wave of ecstasy as it crashed over her sweat-covered body.  She pushed the hair off her face and sighed.  Michael continued his manipulations until she arched again and crested against his lips.

His mouth slid to her hips, danced over the flatness of her stomach, nibbling, licking, and sucking as he ascended inch by inch.  He found her nipples and taunted each rose colored peak until he was satisfied with their hardness.  Then he shifted to the base of her throat.  She groaned when the heat of his lips seared a path beneath her jaw line.  Her fingers fanned the smooth expanse of his back.

“Baby, you have no idea how beautiful you are when you come,” he whispered against her ear.

Gently he moved into position but didn’t enter her.  Instead, he remained pressed at the gates of heaven and pulsed.  “I wish you could see it,” he said, toying with the sensitive skin behind her ear.  “I wish you could experience it through my eyes.”

She moaned louder, feeling his organ rocking between their bodies but still not inside her.  His tongue slid across her cheek and found her mouth.  He kissed her hard, possessing her with the thrust of his tongue.  She could smell her sex on his skin and lips and taste the fruit he had eaten from her belly.  Her arms tightened around his neck as she pulled him down.

“Annie, you drive me crazy.  Out of control crazy, with needs and desires I didn’t know I was capable of.”

He covered her mouth again and pushed the tip of his maleness inside her warmth.  She pressed herself firmly against him.

“Please, Michael, all the way inside,” she begged him.

He reached behind himself and placed her leg across his lower back.  Then took her broken leg and cradled it gently in his hand.  He gazed at her beneath him, eyes misted with lust and emotion and he smiled slyly.

“Is that what you want?” he asked easing himself in deeper.

She nodded.

“Are you sure you can handle it?” he teased.

“I’ll die trying.”

He watched in amazement as her facial features changed with each inch he fed her.  When he began to withdraw she sucked in a breath and clawed at his back.  She began to quiver, inside and out, and Michael lost his self-control.

“Baby, I love you so much,” he exhaled against her mouth, as the most glorious explosion rocketed through his body.

He kissed her lips softly, his hunger momentarily satiated, and brushed his nose with hers.  Then he saw the sparkle of her tears.

“Are you all right?” he asked, drying her cheeks with his thumbs.

“I’ve never been better.”

He smiled, rolled onto his side and stretched like a satisfied cat.  “Come here, he requested, pulling her back against his chest and settling her into the bend of his body.