His Number One Fan (12 page)

Reaching between our bodies, I begin unbuttoning his shirt without breaking our kiss, going by feeling alone. When I reach the last button, I slide my hands up his hard abs, chest, reaching his shoulders, to push his shirt down his lean muscle arms and off.

Placing my hands on his belt, I unbuckle it and I tug until it’s hanging loosely, then I release the button of his jeans, and I slowly slide his zipper all the way down, causing his jeans to hang low on his hips. I run my fingers tips along his boxers. My fingers were on a mission. Before they could go any further, Mason stops kissing me and grabs a hold of my wrists, stopping my movement. Stepping away from me, he releases my wrists and interlock his hands with mine and leads me further into the family room, stopping in front of the couch. Removing his shoes with his feet, he kicks them aside and places my hands back on his hips before kissing me again.

Taking that as my cue I slide his jeans off his hips until they drop around his ankles and his boxers soon follow.  Stepping out of his clothes, he sits down on the coach and pulls my body forward. Sliding his hands up my legs, he reaches under my dress and pulls my panties down, while I pull my dress up my body and over my head until I'm standing in front of him naked.

Grabbing me by my ass, he pulls me closer and leans forwards and gently nips at my left nipple, then he does the same to the my right one, but tugging a little harder before releasing it with his teeth, then sucking the sting away with his lips.

Brushing his lips against my stomach. He places a trail of kisses where ever his lips touched. He leans back on the couch, bringing my body with him.

Placing my knees one by one on the couch I straddle his hips, feeling his warm and hard evidence between my legs, resting at my entrance.

“We'll make this work.” He whispers against my neck.

He lowers his head placing kisses against my collarbone. Causing a whimper to escape from my lips.

I arch into him, when I feel his fingers digging into my hips.

Kissing his way up my neck and chin, he tugs my lower lip between his teeth and releases it. With his eyes locked to mine, he tightens his grip on my hips, and he slowly guides me down his length, allowing me to feel every hard bare inch of him push inside me.

I bite down hard on my lower lip, moaning to myself, trying to prevent myself from screaming out loud.

“Baby I want to hear you. Don't hold it in. It's just you and me.” He moans in response.

He felt so good, that I needed more of him. Rotating my hips, I slide further down his length, until he fills me completely.

“Mason.” I scream out loud.

“I know Nyla.” He responds in a tortured tone. I'm here.”  He says just before slipping two fingers into my mouth.

I continue to grind up and down his length, picking up my speed, moaning and sucking his fingers further into my mouth.

“Slow down.” Mason says squeezing my hip with his free hand.

I nod my head in acknowledgment, and I slow down.

He withdraws his fingers from my mouth, and trails

them over my lips.

Overcome with emotion, tears fill my eyes and begin falling down my cheeks.

He wipes away my tears with his thumbs, and brings my face down to his and kisses me deeply.

Scooting us to the edge of the coach, he drops to his knees and lowers us to the carpet without breaking our connection or kiss.

As soon as my back touches the carpet. Mason slides his arms underneath my back moving them up until, his hands reach the nape of my neck, sliding his fingers through my hair. He gently tugs at my roots, tilting my chin up, giving him better access to my neck.

He begins sucking and kissing along the side of my neck, while moving inside of me in a slow tortuous motion.

Before my scream could slip from my lips, his mouth covers mine in a sweet demanding kiss.

Slowly he pulls his lips away until they're less than an inch apart from mine. He looks down at with me and I can see the emotion displayed in his eyes.
Was it love, lust, confusion, or regret?

“Nyla I'm not wearing a condom.”

“Birth control.” I respond in a breathless moan.

His hips rotate and thrust forward, causing him to sink deeper.

“Fuck!” I shout out in both pain and pleasure, from what I felt from the sting of the carpet burn against my back, and what he was doing between my legs.

“Do I have permission to come inside you Nyla?” He whispers in my ear, and sucks my earlobe between his lips.

I run my nails against his back, and I continue down until I'm grasping his ass.

“You'll be the first.” I whisper in response, feeling drained and spent.

He lowers his head until our nose touch. “Please promise me that we'll try to make this work.”

“I promise.” I say before turning my head away, I bite down on his shoulder, coming hard against him.

“You're so beautiful when you come. Why did you turn your head away from me?” He asks while thrusting harder inside me. “Nyla.” He moans my name out into the side of my neck, letting go of his release inside of me.

He lifts his head away from my neck, and places a kiss to my chin.

“We'll make this work.” He says, before kissing me long and hard.

After a long flight of having Jax snoring in my ear, a child who wouldn't stop kicking my chair, and suffering from starvation because the flight attendants didn't believe in passing out extra snacks because it was against their policy. I was happy to finally pull up in front of my parent's house.

“
Dude your parent’s house is huge!” Jeremy says when our taxi comes to a stop. We all exit, and start stretching our limbs.

The driver unloads the van, I tip him, and send him on his way. Then we all walk up the path leading to my parent's house.

“How long have your parent's lived in this house?” Jax asks.

“They moved in two years ago.”

“I want a house like this.” Evan responds.

“Maybe if you stop spending your money on women, maybe you could.” Mason says, laughing to himself.

“So are you a one-woman fuckin' man now or something?”

“Something like that.” Mason responds while looking in Nyla's direction.

“We'll see how long that will last.” Evan laughs out.

“Would all of you shut the fuck up please! I'm tired, hungry, and I could use a shower!” I shout.

We walk up the few steps in silence to the front door. Before we could take another step, the door swings open.

“I was starting to think you weren’t going to show.” My mom says with a huge smile on her face.

She stood in the doorway in a light blue sundress, with her hair pulled away from her face in a ponytail. Her light green eyes moved from me then to Nyla and the fellas.

“Look at you guys!” She says placing her hands on each of our faces, looking us over before pulling each of us in a tight hug. “It's so good to see all of you.” She says holding onto Mason.

“It's good to see you too Mrs. Walker.” Mason    responds, returning the embrace.

“I'm really sorry to hear about your grandma. How are you holding up?”

“I'm doing better. Thanks for asking.”

“And Brooke?”

“She's keeping her head in her books.”

They pull away and she turns her attention to Nyla.

With a bigger smile on her face she pulls Nyla into a tight hug. “How have you been? Gosh look how beautiful you are!” How are your parents?”

“They're good. Dad's enjoying retirement and mom volunteers at the hospital from time to time when they're not traveling. The last time I talked to them they were enjoying the beautiful villages of Italy.”

“I'm sure they're loving it! I remember when Isaac took us there on our wedding anniversary. It's really a beautiful place. Matter of fact I have a photo album full of pictures I'll show you when we get inside.”

My mom grabs Nyla's hand and everyone walks up the remaining stairs to the house, leaving me behind.

“Are you coming?” Nyla asks.

Clearing my thoughts, I look around and see everyone looking at me.

“Yeah give me a minute.”

“Alright son.” My mom responds, winking in my direction.

They continue their walk up the stairs until they reach the door. My mom pushes the door open and they all walk in.

I look around the property taking in the view. I could count on one hand on how many times I'd been out here.  My dad had it built for my mom exactly how she wanted it. I guess he felt obligated after all the rumors and scandals about him being seen with various women when they first signed their big record deal several years ago, and he was able to hide it from my mom. A lot happened around that time that caused my parents to separate for a while. All this happened around the time Nyla moved to California. Until this day, Nyla thinks my dad was always on tour with his band, but she never knew the real reason why. She just knew that he was gone a lot, and when he was home, we acted like what society claimed to be a normal happy family.

I knew my mom forgave him for all his cheating, but the reason for their separation was still unknown to me. Now I had to go in here and act like we were one happy family. 

I jog up the stairs and walk through the door and see Nyla hugging my dad. When his gray eyes land on me, he kisses her on the cheek and walks in my direction.

“Son.”

“Dad.”

“Have a good trip?”

“Yeah.” I lied.

“Good to hear.” He says before turning his attention away from me. “Well boys while Mrs. Walker and Nyla finish up dinner, we'll head to the studio to discuss business.” He announces.

We walk through the kitchen and down a small hall leading to my dad's studio slash office. We walk through the door and I see Richie, my dad's lawyer and manager sitting in a chair in front of the desk, looking through some paperwork. When he sees us, he puts it away and stands.

“Caleb.” He says extending his hand.

“Rich.” I respond and I shake his hand.

My dad was currently sitting behind his desk, and the rest of the band and I continue to stand.  Currently my mind was trying to process why Rich was even here.

“Not trying to be rude, but why is he here?” I ask directing my attention to my dad.

“I can answer that.” Rich responds. “I invited myself actually because I had more paperwork I had to draw up, that we all have to go over before you guys leave on Wednesday.”

“Wednesday? That's the day after tomorrow! I thought we were leaving Friday?”

“We were until we got a call about two hours ago from Rocktown Records.” Rich responds.

“What is he talking about?” I ask my dad.

“Rocktown records wants to sign Wildfire immediately. It just so happens; they were in town the other night when you guys were performing your last show at The Grind. They were very impressed. Caleb when they found out that you were Isaac Walker's son along with that, they immediately wanted to sign you guys.” Rich speaks up.

“Are you serious? I thought they wanted to see us perform on tour with Hurricane first before they made their decision.” I respond.

“Yes Caleb. Very serious. Congratulations! Your hard work has finally paid off.”

Jax, Mason, Evan, and Jeremy had looks on their faces like they couldn't believe everything was happening so fast.

“I'm not believing this.” I say finally, taking a seat in the vacant seat beside Rich.

“Why the change in plans? It's kind of short notice.”

“They want you guys in the studio as soon as possible to record a few songs. After the two-week tour ends with Hurricane, they want to schedule you guys for another tour to give you guys some more exposure and publicity. Before you know it you guys will be climbing the music charts.  Can’t help to say it, but that's the music business for you.” My dad says kneeling beside me.

“Does mom know?”

“Yes. And she's very excited and happy for you.”

“These contracts need to be signed by all of you by tomorrow afternoon.” Rich says.

I remove them from his outstretched hand, and I look down at the papers, not believing that our band was actually getting signed, then we were scheduled for a two-week city tour, and possibly another one once our tour ended with Hurricane. What was I going to tell Nyla?

As if reading my mind, my dad answers my question.

“I know Nyla was supposed to be here for a couple of days, but unfortunately she's going to have to cut her trip short.”

“Maybe she could go with us. Just for a couple of days. Rich do you think we could make that happen?”

“Sorry Caleb.  But in this case the only females allowed on tour are the wives. I know she's like family to you but those are the rules. Now when you guys sign your own recording deal etc. Then we can talk.” Rich responds.

“So there's no women allowed on the tour bus?” Evan asks.

“You guys are going to have a pretty busy schedule. You'll have females throwing themselves at you once they hear you guys play. I don't care about how many women you have in your hotel room, but none on the tour bus.” My dad responds.

“Dad.”

“Listen Caleb. I know what I'm talking about. You know your mom and I almost didn't make it.”

“Yeah because you couldn't keep your dick in your pants.”

The room falls silent after my confession.

“I know. That's why every time I go on tour she's by my side. The shit you’re talking about happened years ago, and your mom has forgiven me. Why do you think I'm telling you all this? Guys if you really take your music seriously, being in a relationship with anyone right now, will not work. When you're on tour, everywhere you turn there will be females advertising free pussy.”

“That's nothing new. They do it now.” Jax responds.

“I'm not talking about local club groupies Jax. There are women out there who are pros at doing this. Either they're trying to earn a free ride to stardom by offering a few blow jobs, a quick fuck, or they are trying to ruin your career before it can even get started. Do you guys understand?”

“Yeah.” We all say in unison.

“Good, now leave those papers on my desk and I want all of you to try and enjoy the rest of your night. Because after Wednesday, there's no telling when you'll have a break to do anything.”

I lay the papers down on the desk, and I stand.

“Son make sure you tell Nyla about the change of plans with the tour, and I'll see if I can get her a plane ticket back to New York tomorrow morning.”

With one final look in my dad and Rich's direction, we leave.