His Assurance (Assured Distraction Book 3) (14 page)

“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.

Using her hips, I moved her at any pace I chose. From this water version of a reverse cowgirl, I knew I hit the spot over and over where she needed it the most. I reached around and slid my fingers over her clit, running it down to where we met and back, and she started helping the thrust by pushing off the sides. It made him go so deep inside her perfect pussy, and I knew I wouldn’t last long. I felt my balls tighten but I wanted her there first, so I grabbed her bare tit and pinched and twisted her nipple. She gave me a long, low moan, and I felt her tighten up around my dick, even more, knowing her impending orgasm was at the precipice of explosion.

Between the two of us, we had the trifecta of sexually pleasured manipulation going. She pushed me deep to hit the magic spot inside her with each thrust, my index finger and thumb rolled her pert nipple, and I pinched her clit all at the same time. Lola’s pussy began to tremble on my dick so hard, and her scream came from deep inside her and worked its way out, loud and long. “Yesssssssssss!” A hiss of S’s went on forever, while her pussy quaked time after time.

That’s all I needed to lose it totally. I grabbed her hips and pushed in over and over. A few well-placed strokes and I eruption began. “Fuuuck.” I didn’t know how loud we were, but I hoped the neighbors didn’t call 911.

I pulled her back to me after I pried her hands from the coping where she gripped in her ecstasy, and I wrapped my arms around her body and rested my head on hers as she leaned into me.

“Thank you, my little cherry pie. That was, that was, hell, I don’t even know if I can describe how great that was.”

“Oh, Gunner, the pleasure was all mine.” I knew from her voice that she was exhausted. We’d had a long day, but the end was by far the absolute best part, wild and free and uninhibited in every way. I wished every time could be that kind of experience.

I reached under her knees and picked her up. “Let’s get a quick shower before bed.” She looked at me and nodded before she laid her cheek against my chest. I was afraid she would fall asleep before we reached the bedroom.

I rolled over and found Gunner sound asleep beside me. The peaceful look on his face was a direct contrast to the constant motion he lived in while he was awake. His skin still had the deep rich color hue from the summer sun, which surprised me since living with the band and spending days on the tour bus meant little time outdoors.

I reached out and slid the long hair partially covering his face, and met a crystal blue eye watching me. The other was obscured by his pillow until he made a slight move. That blue gave me an intense stare as they did the last time we slept together. I wondered now if he woke up every morning with no idea who would be in his bed.

It didn’t take long before a quirky smile replaced the unsure gaze. “Morning, beautiful.” That made me smile. He showered me with compliments like this, and I knew I could get used to it easily. “Watching me sleep again?”

I turned my face to my pillow embarrassed that he’d caught me. “Yes. You’re so peaceful looking when you sleep. No cares, no worries, just relaxed. You rarely have that look when you’re awake.”

“My brain moves too fast when I’m awake. My parents told me that was the reason they bought me drums when I was so young. It was something to do constantly when my hands, body, and brain refused to shut down.” He rolled completely to face me.

“You’ve used a great outlet to curb some of the impulsivity. I like it.” I spent a lot of my nursing career in Paris working in pediatrics, and there were many children stuck in a hospital bed but with ADD or ADHD, they still battled a difficult time staying down. If they weren’t sick but in the hospital with surgeries or a broken bone, it was even harder keeping them contained in bed.

“I’m feeling something else that involves a lot of movement right this second.” He gave me a little smirk.

“I have to go the bathroom and brush my teeth.” I looked over at the clock. “Oh, damn, it’s already ten. What time are you supposed to be out at the festival this morning?”

“I don’t have to be there until five, but KeeMac wants us to meet at the studio at one to go over the set list once or twice. We are playing some of the new stuff, and I was having a hard time concentrating on it the last time because it was the day you were arriving.”

This time, his smile could light up the world. “Come here to me, little
chéri
. I want to hold you for a few minutes before we have to get out of our nice warm cocoon.”

“Let me go to the bathroom and then we can stay as long as we want.” I climbed out of bed and took care of that and jumped back on top of him. He had dozed off already but woke when I landed on top of him. “What, old man? Did I wear you out with all the great sex in the pool, and now you can’t get caught up on your rest?”

“No, but I have to piss now, so let me up.” I rolled off him to let him go, and he returned quickly.

“You brushed your teeth, too?”

“Yeah, seems like you got a thing about morning breath.” He leaned down and kissed me but didn’t get in the bed.

“Get in here, Mr. Rockstar.” I pulled, and he fell across me on the bed. We played and rolled around laughing until he had a major hard-on. “Hmmm. Where’d that come from?” I sat up, cocked one eyebrow and looked at him.

“I don’t know. Could it be having a gorgeous naked woman rolling around in my bed?”

“I don’t know either. Tell me Mr. Rockstar, do you often wake up with gorgeous naked women rolling around in your bed?” I don’t know what possessed me to ask him this. I truly didn’t want to know the answer. I prayed I didn’t kill the mood with one stupid question.

“The answer to that would be no, nada, never, no way.”

“What?” I said in disbelief. I slid back down and laid on my pillow, and he rolled and faced me.

“I don’t bring women to my home, Lola. Ever. Only my friends and relatives come here. I don’t want women to know where or how I live. My home is my private sanctuary, and I want to keep it that way.” His answer surprised me.

He reached out catching a lock of my hair and ran it through his fingers. “Oh, I see. I guess privacy is a big issue.”

“It’s not so bad here in Austin because there are lots of celebrities especially in the music industry running around the city but yeah, on the road, it’s a big problem.”

“But you let me come and bring five crazy girls here.”

As he continued to wrap my hair around his fingers, he said, “Only for you. I trust you, and I believe they’ll be cool about it. I might talk to them before they leave. I don’t want stalkers coming to my house.”

“I’ll be sure and tell them today. I don’t want them telling their friends, and I know Journey has some here going to school.” I sat up and looked down at him. “Thank you for allowing us to invade your private space. It’s even more special now that you’ve told me.”

“I wanted you here, Lola. I invited you when we had only been together one night, remember?” He rolled on his back facing me and took my hand, linking our fingers together. “Hey, about that. I’ve been meaning to ask you about moving here. I thought you were from France.”

Dammit, I knew this was coming. I hoped he understood and wasn’t too angry with me. “I am French and American. I have dual citizenship.” I went on to explain to him the whole family situation, and he listened before saying anything to me.

“Why didn’t you tell me that night? I assumed you lived in Paris your whole life, and now you’re telling me you lived here in Austin just a few years ago?” His strained tone made me worry.

“I had been working and living in Paris for a while when you came and honestly, I didn’t think about it. I can change into my French accent at the drop of a hat. With living there that long when you showed up, I had been speaking their language one hundred percent of the time and didn’t consider it.”

To drive home the point, I dropped into my French accent for the next sentence. “Monsieur Rockstar, you never asked me where I was from when we were together, no.” He didn’t seem impressed and dropped my hand and got off the bed.

“You’re angry with me?” I sat up straighter.

“That’s a cute stunt, Lola. Did you pull it on a lot of unsuspecting men often?” He grabbed a pair of basketball shorts from his dresser and stepped into them.

“No, I’d never do that.”

“Only for me then, huh?” He glared at me now from the foot of the bed.

“No, Gunner, not just for you.” He made it sound like it was premeditated.

“No, to answer your question, I guess I’m not angry. Maybe I’m disappointed, Lola. I’ve been asking you since I found out you were in the U.S. about this, and you always seemed to put off answering the question. I feel like I gave you plenty of chances to come clean before now. I do feel like you deceived me in Paris. And now here, especially after we had this big talk about being honest and truthful last night. I spelled out my thoughts completely about honesty. You didn’t think I should know at that point?”

He went to his closet and got running shoes. “I’m going for a run. There’s breakfast stuff in the fridge. I’m not hungry, but help yourself.”

“I’m sorry, Gunner. I didn’t do it to deceive you.” He looked at me without saying anything and turned, walking to the door.

He grabbed the top of the door frame with his back to me, holding on for a few seconds. Then turned and looked back at me sitting in the middle of his bed wrapped in a sheet, exposed under his intense stare. “I’ll leave if you want.”

He just shook his head and walked away. The next thing I heard was the door opening and closing. Wow, I didn’t see that coming.

I didn’t want to leave, but I didn’t want to stay somewhere I wasn’t wanted, so I leaned over to my phone on the nightstand. A sleepy voice finally answered. “What?”

“Journey come get me, please.” My tone of voice said it all because she didn’t stop to question me.

“I’ll be there in twenty.” The line went dead, and I did a fast clean-up. I put my wet clothes from the pool in the dryer last night, so I was able to put them back on this morning. I sat out front until she drove up the driveway. I opened the door and hopped in almost before she stopped rolling.

“Let’s go.” That’s all I had to say, and she stomped on the gas pedal. I waited for the twenty questions I knew were surely coming, but surprisingly got none. I was good with that, too. I honestly didn’t know what to say.

Thank God the others were still sleeping when we got back to our house. Journey sat down at the bar as I made coffee. She watched me but said nothing, and I didn’t offer any explanation. I didn’t want to repeat my conversation to her even though the holes she drilled into my back told me she wanted to ask so badly.

“You want breakfast?” I finally asked her.

“Are you fixing?”

“Yeah, I guess. What do you want?”

“What I want is for you to tell me what’s going on, but I’m not asking for that.”

“Good, because I don’t want to talk about it.” I grabbed some orange juice out of the fridge.

“Are you still planning to go out to the ACL today?”

I poured us both a glass and slid hers across the bar. “You want champagne in that? I think I’m having some.”

“Sure.” Addie, Lauren, and Piper came around the corner about that time. “Hey, Lola’s making mimosas. Y’all want one?”

The three nodded. I wasn’t positive they were awake. “Okay, if I make mimosas, you’re on your own for breakfast.”

I poured the champagne glasses full, made mine a double, and picked it up. I knew it was going to be a long day. The beeper went off on the coffee maker, so I stopped and made a big mug full. I walked out the door to the patio and carrying both into the cool morning air and sat at the table.

She couldn’t leave it alone, though. Journey walked up with both hands full and a bag of full of strawberries and grapes dangling from her mouth.

“You could have used a tray.”

“Too much trouble.”

I sipped my hot coffee and looked out over Lake Travis. The water color blue looked perfect for an early fall morning.

“So, I’m still waiting.” Journey poked me again with a comment.

“Hell hasn’t frozen over so I think I’m safe.”

“Ha ha. Are you saying I have to wait that long?”

“Maybe.” I sat back in my chair and propped my feet on the other letting the morning sun beam on my legs.

“Aren’t those the same clothes from yesterday? How do they look clean?” I guessed if I didn’t supply an explanation for the early morning call, she would find other things to worry me with.

“Cleaned them off in the pool when Gunner walked into it holding me.” I didn’t want to start this story, but she was worming her way to it.

“We had this discussion last night about how he doesn’t like liars and being deceived by people. It was more like a damn speech. I wasn’t exactly honest when I met him in Paris, and he felt like I had plenty of opportunities to come clean before this morning.”

“You lied to him? That’s not like you, Lola. What about?”

“I never let on that I was an American when I met him in France. I was with my friends when I met him. We were speaking French the whole time, so when I talked to him I was in my French accent, and I never told him any differently. You know most Americans like a French accent, and we were just playing around. I honestly thought I would never see him again.”