No Going Back (20 page)

“It’s beautiful Seth. I love that you put her name on it. It makes her that much more real, and not like I dreamed her up. What does the musical note signify?”

“It symbolizes a couple things. Music is my life you know, and they would have been my life as well. I feel like these tattoos will always be a memory of them and that their song will never be forgotten.”

“There’s something we need to do today. Before you go back on tour.”

“What is that?” he asks as he kisses my hands.

“You told me that night I told you everything that you’d help me with her room when I was ready. Do you remember?” I ask hesitantly

“Of course. And I meant it.”

“Okay, well, I’m ready.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

*SETH*

Before heading back on tour, hopefully with Mallory in tow, I want to show her a side of me I have never shown anyone. ANYONE. It’s the same place Derek and Jes are building their house. I have just as many great memories there as he does, I just had always chosen not to go back and relive them. That’s why I stayed away. I didn’t like thinking about my grandparents, who had been more like parents. It always made me sad going out there. And I just don’t do sad.

Nick had moved all of Mallory’s stuff out and had delivered it to her house, leaving it on her porch. Made it that much easier to just load it all in Derek’s truck and bring it over here. While we were there we cleaned out Sophia’s room that Mallory had all her baby stuff in. She wanted to donate it to the goodwill. I convinced her to keep the black crib, dresser and changing table she had bought. I told her that I plan on us having a baby together and that I wanted to keep it for when the time comes. Since it’s gender neutral and all, there’s no reason to get rid of it. Plus, it was our daughters, and I want to keep it for our second child. I don’t know where we are going to live in the long run, but I just wanted to have it feel more permanent — more real. Having her shit at my house made it real. And I fucking loved it.

“Hey, baby! After breakfast I want to take you somewhere. I want us to have a down day together before hitting the road.” She takes a sip of her coffee, testing its hotness, and then sits her cup on the counter as she faces me.

“Okay. Where are we going?”

“That’s for me to know and you not know until we get there. When you get dressed make sure to wear jeans that you don’t care about, and tennis shoes or some kind of boots…not fancy-heeled ones. You might get dirty.” I waggle my brows at her in a suggestive manner.

“You always think with your dick.” She smacks my arm as she goes to walk past me. I grab her hand and cause her to do a 180 into my chest.

I brush the hair out of her face. “Now that isn’t true, foxy. When it comes to you I think with my dick and my heart.” I try to keep my face serious, but her smile quickly has my thoughtful look fading.

“I didn’t say that I minded that you think with this,” she says, grabbing a handful of my semi-hard package. “But knowing that this—” she places her other hand on my heart, “is involved when this—” she strokes my now hard cock, “is fucking me, it’s the most incredible sensation ever, Seth.”

“Hmm, well, I’m glad you’re all about sensations baby, because right now I’m going to make you use all five of your senses.”

She looks up at me with desire in her eyes. “The first one is taste, right?” And before I can answer she’s dropping to her knees, and pulling my boxers down in one swift move.

I bend back against the counter for support, because man, this girl can suck dick. The way she lightly grabs my balls and lets one of her fingers graze that sensitive spot between my ass hole and my ball sack. You know the area; the area men will say is a no touch zone because they’re scared they might lose their man card if they admit to how much they fucking love it. As long as it’s a female doing it to you, then you’re all good bro. But who am I to judge? Everyone gets their kicks in different ways. Mallory knows all of the ways to get mine.

I pull her head back by her hair and she gives me a pouty face. “That’s enough tasting for you missy. It’s my turn now.” I pick her up and turn around, sitting her down on the counter. I push up her nightgown, exposing her barely-there pink lace panties. “This right here is going to be three senses in one.” She licks her lips as I wrap my arms under her knees and pull her to the very edge of the counter...the exact place I plan on taking her sweet pussy with my tongue. “Sight.” I say as I pull her panties off. “Touch.” I swipe my finger from her clit down, seeing how ready she is for me. She throws her head back and moans. “Well, shit baby. You just added another one to it with that moan of yours.” I bend down between her legs teasing her with my nose. “Smell…which you smell so fucking edible.” I let my tongue lightly graze her the same way my finger just had. “Mmm, and now taste. Well shit baby, that makes all five. Who would have thought this sweet thing,” I let two fingers dip inside her wet spot, “would have opened up all five of my senses.” I replace my fingers with my tongue. She’s propped up with one arm while roughly gripping my hair, pushing me further into her.

“Oh my God baby. Your tongue is like fucking magic.”

I stand up, placing my arms back under the crooks of her knees and pull her to me. My dick is begging to ram into her. “I love you Mallory. So fucking much.”

“I love you Seth.” She wraps her hand around my neck, rubbing it before pulling me in for a kiss. “I want you to fuck me hard. Okay baby?” she says into my mouth. Using her legs and my own momentum, I thrust into her. Deep and hard. I’m going to quickly send both of us into sensation overload.

We pull into the drive of the place I haven’t been in a long ass time. I’m pretty sure the last time I was out here was when I helped Derek work on that car of his. Which now looks freaking pimpin’. All he’s got left is to paint the body. I remember him giving me relationship advice back then. That thought makes me smile. That brother of mine has some smart moments. We pass the gravel driveway that leads to the area where him and Jesika are building their house. It actually should be done in no time. I’m happy for them that they’ll be living out here. It’s a fucking amazing place for a kid, that’s for damn sure.

I drive all the way back to the old barn. It’s the only place besides Granny’s nook that is a reminder that my grandparent’s had once lived here. I’m not sure it’s technically a barn, but that’s always what we had called it as kids. It’s where gramps use to keep all his lawn shit and worked on vehicles. It was more like an oversized shed. It was a blue metal building that didn’t even have doors on the opening until Derek rigged some up once he started working on the old Challenger.

“What are we doing here?” Mallory asks, taking in all the scenery.

I come to a stop in front of the shed and throw my jeep into park. “I want to show you around here. Show you the things Derek and I did when we were kids. This place means a lot to me too, even though I haven’t shown it.”

We get out of the jeep and walk hand in hand to the metal doors that I have to slide open. They make a deafening noise as the metal rubs together until I have it opened enough to get the four-wheeler out.

I take a second to look at the thick black seat that hasn’t been sat on in a good decade I imagine. I wipe off the dust as I let my hands familiarize themselves with the handlebars as I take in the feeling of the throttle and break controls. I slide the key in and send up a silent prayer that it will even start. It turns over but it doesn’t fully ignite. I get off and start to go on a scavenger hunt through the shed.
Ah ha,
I say to myself when I find what I need.

Walking with the full gas can, I glance at Mallory who is standing with arms crossed, watching my every move.

“You ever rode one of these before, foxy?” She almost seems too prissy to ever have.

“Am I a full blown natural blonde?” I laugh, not sure of how to answer that question without getting my ass in trouble. “Don’t answer that.” She glares at me.

“I didn’t plan on it,” I say before I laugh again.

“To answer your question, yes, I have ridden a four wheeler before. A lot actually. My cousin had one and it was the best thing ever. Well, except for that one time.” She’s now right next to me, watching as I fill this puppy up with gas.

“What one time? Like at band camp?” I couldn’t resist. She set it up perfectly.

“Hardy har. No, we were riding behind her house one day and she gunned it on the little jump. When we came down my head slammed into the back of her. Fucking hurt like hell. But the funny thing was her freaking out. I will never forget her turning around with the look of fear in her eyes and saying ‘I was so scared I was gonna turn around and you wouldn’t have a tongue.’ Yeah, that cousin of mine was a mess.”

I turn the key again and it fires right up. I rev it up a few times before handing Mallory a helmet. “I don’t need that thing.”

“Take it. Wear it. I haven’t been on one of these in a long time, and I’m not chancing you getting hurt in the process.” She sits the helmet on the ground and hops up behind me, wrapping her arms around my stomach.

“I trust you with my life Seth.”

“Alright, you better hold on tight.” Off we go.

I have to make all new paths through the woods since most of the old ones are overgrown. But the fact that I’m making them with Mallory seems to symbolize my life. We are making a new path in our lives together much like we are now out here. I take her to the pond where gramps taught us boys how to fish and we sit off the deck with our bare feet dangling in the water.

“I love it out here Seth. I’m kind of jealous of Jesika to be honest with you.” I turn my body towards her and grab her hand, placing it on my leg.

“Would you want to live out here? I just pegged you as a city girl, but just say the word and I can make it happen.” Her face lights up.

“Really?” I nod.

“Anything for you.” I kiss her hand.

“I’d love to live out here. This is the perfect place to raise a family. Plus, when you’re off on tour, I’ll have Jesika and the kids to keep me occupied.”

“About that. I want you to go on tour with me.”

“Seth, school starts back up soon. I can’t just ditch making something out of myself because you came back in and swept me off of my feet.”

“I never said to give it up babe. I got your back, just like how you’ve always had mine. What I’m saying…” I stand to my feet, pulling her with me, “do both. Can’t you do some online shit and still be with me?”

She looks at me with doubt in her eyes. “I mean, I’m sure I can, but are you sure you want me on the road with you? I don’t want to cramp your style.”

“What style?” I ask with a wicked grin. “Of course I want you with me. I will always want you with me. You’re going to get tired with how much I want you.”

“Doubt that.” She gives me her fucking boxer dropping smile.

“Well, here’s the deal. My nine month business program is wrapping up. I’ll be graduating and if I want to continue my education I’ll find out how to do so online, so I can be with you. But I still have two months of school left, so I won’t be able to go with you when you leave. You’ll either have to come back for me, or fly me to you.”

“I don’t want to leave you again.” She gives me a sympathetic look as she rubs my cheek.

“It’ll be over before you know it. You’ll be busy, I’ll be busy and we can send dirty pics when we aren’t busy. How bout that?” She knows me too damn well.

“Deal.” I stick out my pinky finger and she loops hers around it. “Pinky promise me you will think of me often and only touch yourself when you’re on the phone with me.” She shakes on it.

“I solemnly promise to only masturbate when I’m on the phone with you.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

*MALLORY*

“I know it’s completely selfish of me and all, but can you just quit school and come with me?” Seth begs.

“It’s extremely tempting ,and believe me when I say that I want to more than anything, but I have to finish this for me. It’ll only be nine weeks.” I wrap my arms around his neck.

“But I just got you back.” He breaks out the pouty lip.

“Better watch it, I’ll bite that lip.”

“I like it when you talk dirty,” he teases.

“Shut up.” I slap his arm. “My graduation ceremony will be the weekend after my class ends, so just make sure you’re back in time for it and then we can leave right after if we need to.” I kiss him. “I’m going to miss you. You better send me tons of dirty pics.” I laugh, but quickly stop and give him a stern look, making sure he knows I mean business.

“Deal. As long as you send me a good five dirty pics a day, I will keep mine coming too.” He says ‘coming’ seductively.

“Gah, they need to make a new song titled
I’m in love with a PERV
instead of
I’m in love with a STRIPPER
. You should really look into that. It could be y’all’s next big hit,” I tease him.

“I love you Mallory. Don’t ever forget that. I’m going to hate being away from you, foxy. I’m gonna miss you and your ass like crazy.” He smacks my ass.

“I love you too baby. This is so much harder than I thought it’d be.” I let out a breath and reign in the tears that are trying to make an appearance. “Okay, it’ll be fine. We’ve gotten through harder shit than this. It’s only two months.” Not sure if I’m trying to give him or me the pep talk.