Strings (19 page)

The rich rock-star Lothario bullshit drops
with a thud, and an air of truth fills the empty space between us.
He pins me with those gorgeous emerald eyes. “I dig you,
Letty.”

Shit, he did
not
just say that. I
release a long breath, lay my palms on his chest, and drop the
pretense too. Twenty million questions demand his immediate
attention, and I ask the only one I shouldn’t. “What the hell are
we doing here? I mean, we had crazy-kinky sex that first night, and
I swore to forget you. Then you show up with your fancy tour bus
and money, and we’re forced back together. We had butt sex on your
birthday, but only because I promised. And then we did that shit
with Rax. And now, here I am watching you fondle strippers and
wondering what exactly
are
we?

“
Shit, Shades. I’m no good
with words in real-life situations. I write songs, not dialogue. I
gotta know where I stand with you. This rubber ball bouncing inside
my head is doing me in. Are we on, or are we off?”

I hope I didn’t blow it by going full-on
Letty, but this is who I am. What you see is what you get. If he
doesn’t like it, I’ll walk away and deal. But walking away is gonna
leave some nasty blisters on both my soles and my soul.

His curled finger and
thumb pull my chin up, and the sincerity in his face incites my
twat into mass production of rainbow cum bullets. I’ve got one in
the chamber, and at least a couple more waiting anxiously in the
magazine.
Ready, aim, fire!

“
You’re the fucking
craziest chick I’ve ever met, Letty. I wish all it took was a
stripper and a lap dance to get you out of my head.”

The block of ice entombing us cracks and
crashes to the ground. I feel ten pounds lighter.

“
Yeah? Well, it’s hard to
forget the woman who busted your ass cherry.”

“
Even that was…” He shakes
his head.

“
You didn’t like it.” Ah,
well, he’s a good actor, I guess.

His face gets all serious. “I wouldn’t have
liked it with anyone else.”

Gush.
“So you
did
like it? Just a little?”

He holds up his thumb and index finger
pinched within a half an inch of each other. “Maybe this much.”

“
Shit, are we,
like,
talking
here?” Laughing, I gesture back and forth between us.
“Because, I gotta say, the fucking is amazing, but having an actual
conversation with you is out of this world.”

He laughs too. “And here I was,
contemplating another anal jam session with you. My timing’s
awful.”

“
Can’t get enough of me,
huh?”

He targets me with his heat-seeking gaze.
The playfulness simmers away, leaving behind crystallized lust. “I
can’t.”

This man totally does it for me. I lean in
and kiss him, taking the care to do it right this time. His
leather-jacketed arms enclose me, and my insides jiggle with
adolescent glee. Last time I felt this warm was—

Never. That’s right. Lusty heat usually
rides on the back of the afterglow from great but casual sex. It
emanates from down low, inside my naughty bits. It’s primal and
awesome, but short-lived.

The kind of heat I feel now is up higher.
It’s the rush of flapping wings in my gut. The quickening pulse in
my neck. The flood of bliss in my heart. It radiates outward and
doesn’t stop.

This warmth—Shades’s warmth—is like The
Rock’s.

I pull away. Shit. Have I found my other
half?

“
I don’t like seeing you
with strippers,” I blurt out.

He doesn’t miss a beat. “I don’t like seeing
you with Rax.”

“
Last night
was—”

“—
Hotter than solar flares
in July, but…” He pauses, licks his lips, then meets my gaze. God,
how he unnerves me. “Let’s not do it again.”

I nod. “Okay.”

I’m not sure, but I think we just made some
kind of commitment. The flapping in my belly turns into full-blown
birdie breakdancing. I lay a hand on my stomach. Doesn’t settle
anything, and I’m sorta glad. I like this squishy, flailing
feeling.

A Lords of Acid song bites into the
speakers, and everyone in the club runs for the center stage where
some famous cover girl is doing her thing.

A slow smile spreads across Shades’s
beautiful face. God, the stud in the brow is kind of hot when he
arches it like that. He glances over to the occupied crowd. “You
wanna get down?”

“
For fuck’s sake, I
thought you’d never ask.” I giggle. “Where to, my rock
prince?”

He takes my hand and leads me twenty feet to
the bathroom. A few dudes stand around the urinals, but no one
looks twice as Shades drags me by the skirt waistband into a
handicap stall and slams the door shut.

I unhook his belt, unzip his jeans—thank God
he changed out of those hideous stage clothes—and stroke his ready
and willing todger. Low, staccato bass notes rattle the walls.
Maybe the music will be loud enough to cover my gasps and moans. I
plan to do a lot of that in here.

Before I can get on my knees to bow before
the altar of Shades’s glorious wanger and praise it with my mouth,
he hefts me to the steel handle running parallel to the floor. It’s
not nearly deep enough to support me, so I drop a foot to the
toilet seat and use that to help me balance on the bar. He lifts my
skirt like a bride’s veil and goes down on my screaming pussy,
wiggling that goddamn tongue stud like a mini vibrator on my
nub.

I comb my fingers through his sweat-dried
hair, loving the feel of its softness mixed with the hard tugs on
my clit. He sucks me loudly, hungrily. Thanks to my precarious
position, I can barely move, which may have been his intention all
along.

He makes out with my pussy. So fucking
erotic. I’m about to blow after only two minutes of tongue
tickling.

“
I don’t want to come yet,
Shades. Not until you fill me with your cock.” Even as I whisper
the words, I push his mouth hard against my wet cunt and try again
to thrust my stationary hips, to no avail.

He gets me up the mountain, and I put my
foot down. I drag that beautiful fucking head to mine. I lick
myself off his mouth, nice and slow so he can watch me and think
about it. He parts his lips enough for me to lap the insides too. I
stare into his eyes. “Mmm, I taste good on your mouth. I wonder how
I taste on your cock.”

“
I dreamed of eating your
pussy last night. Fucking devoured you.”

God, he says the sweetest things!

“
I’ve never had a man make
me come like you do. Even with Rax involved, that was all you,
baby.”

I fondle his stiffy and use it to sop up a
hearty helping of Letty’s all-natural lube from my flooded muff. I
spread the batter over the head of his cock with a thumb and chase
it with my lips. I groan around my mouthful, savoring the delicacy.
After only a minute of playtime, he takes my prize away and
squeezes it. His tight expression is adorable when he concentrates.
I resist the urge to pinch his cheeks.

I resume my position on the bar, spread my
legs as wide as they’ll go in this cramped space, and welcome
General Shades to the safe haven of my eager love bunker. He slips
in like an oiled eel and drives in and out, slow and steady.

God, I’ve found heaven. His name is Todd
Armstrong.

My arms snake around his neck, and I tilt my
head to enjoy the view as bliss diffuses through his face. In this
nasty-ass strip club bathroom full of pissing dudes and possible
rogue ejaculators, Shades is no longer some guy I love fucking.
He’s some guy I fucking love.

I stare at him too long, smiling like a
doofus.

That’s right. I can admit it now. I’m in
love. Just a little. But enough.

His head drops to my shoulder.

“
Making music with you on
the bus was amazing.” I lick the edge of his ear where a plug
stretches his lobe. I shouldn’t have said that, but I’m so raw and
full of this crazy
need
to share my heart with him, I can’t help
it.

He lifts his head and caresses my cheek. “I
wish things could be different.” He’s a little breathless. Just how
I like him.

“
Me too.”

His slowing thrusts match my mood.

“
I need to know one thing
before you come all over my pussy.”

Smiling, he says, “Better make it quick. I’m
about to go Mt. St. Helens.”

“
When we met, you said you
had no idea who I was.”

“
I didn’t.” He clamps a
palm to my jaw and traces the line of my lower lip with his
bedazzled tongue. Goddamn it, he makes it hard to
concentrate.

“
How did you know we’d see
each other again after that first night? You made me promise to
return the favor on your birthday.”

“
I told you. I’m lucky.”
The metal walls of the stall clank a solid, steady beat as he fucks
me. “I knew fate would bring us back together at the right moment.
Always happens like that for me. I trust in the power of the
universe.”

Tuned into the clanging beats, my mind hooks
a rolling bass groove as it floats past.

“
So that means everything
will work out for us in the end.” My words fall in line with the
rhythm. “Whatever we…are?”

“
Right on.” He leans in
and kisses me like he’s got it all figured out.

I wish I could trust like that.

Trust The Rock. It won’t steer you
wrong.

Yeah. True. I close my lids, absorb Shades’s
in-and-out flow, and visualize the notes playing in my brain. In
the heat of this mad, passionate rush, I lose track of the bass
line, and words transpose over the music, blurring and fading
it…

Pull my strings

Make me sing

Tie me in knots

You’re all I’ve got

No matter what I do, I’m stuck with you

Bound to your heart by these unbreakable
strings

When I’m with you, my soul has wings

“
Hell’s bells, pussycat.”
He pulls out and slaps the head of his cock on my cunt. I swear I
hear splashes. Or maybe that’s just a guy shitting in the stall
next door. “Where do you want it?”

“
Right here.” Maintaining
my unstable balance between the toilet seat and the bar, I spread
my pussy open with two fingers and tilt my hips up so he can see
his pretty pink target.

Eyes glazed, he pumps his dick, and a surge
of wet heat splatters my front door. Dear God, he’s beautiful when
he comes. His smile does me in. Hands down, Shades is the hottest
thing in my universe.

Using his cum as lube, I finger fuck myself
to orgasm, staring into those hypnotic green gems of his. In the
moment when I tip over the edge, I want him to see in me what I saw
in him—the things I can’t say with words: devotion, adoration, and
the Grand Poobah of them all, love.

His grin tells me the message got through
loud and clear.

I laugh and suck our combined juices off my
fingers, scraping them with my teeth. He goes on one knee, steals a
few quiet slurps of his own off my quivering twat, and then brings
his wet lips and tongue to mine.

Fuck. Me.

We’re absolutely to die for. A little salty,
a little sour, but five stars any way you mix us.

I dissolve into his arms, his mouth, his
everything. My head spins like a whirligig. With soft pulls, gentle
sucks, playful swipes, he drags me into his light, his music. His
Rock.

My body has always been a loud talker, just
like my mouth, but right now, something else speaks on my behalf. I
don’t know if it’s my heart, my soul, or both, but goddamn it,
Shades has unearthed the music that makes me who I am and dragged
it to the surface for inspection.

And I really like the way he inspects me.
The seal of approval is evident in his tender kiss.

I want to tell him I love him. I want to
scream it to the whole fucking world.

I stroke his rough cheek instead.

Someone bangs on the door. “Hey, how long
you gonna be in there? I gotta drop a deuce real bad.”

“
Way to kill a moment,
Dickie McDoucherson.” I wave my middle finger over the top of the
stall.

“
Hey, somebody’s banging a
chick in there,” a voice says. Laughter follows.

This is my life.

Shades stuffs his machinery back into its
shed and zips up as I look on longingly.

I want more than this. I want cuddling and
postcoital binge eating and spooning. I want to wake up beside him
tomorrow morning and start all over again.

Fuck screwing in bathroom stalls and behind
the tour bus. I want to share a bed with him. A real bed in a real
house with real, clean sheets. I’m tired of sneaking around.

The main door opens. Loud music seeps in.
“Letty, you in here?”

Oh, for shit’s sake. It’s Kate.

The guys on the other side snicker. “I don’t
know what her name is, but someone’s getting stuffed in there.”

Taps on the metal. Goddamn it, they’re
peeking through the cracks.

Shades puts his back to the door and holds
me in front of him. “Fuck off,” he calls.

“
That you, Shades?” Kate
says. She’s close.

Fuck!

“
Do you mind?” he replies
with a double shot of agitation in his tone.

“
Hurry up, asshole,” she
huffs. “It’s bedtime.”

The main bathroom door opens and closes a
couple more times.

We wait a full minute before moving. I think
I’ve been holding my breath at least that long.