Sing a Song of Love (11 page)

“You have a one track mind. Do you know that I don’t even
know your full name?” 

Mack laughed, “Really I thought you would have read it on
the contract?  Well Jessica May Kearney, let me introduce myself.  Marcus James
O’Connor at your service!”  He drawled in his thickest Scottish accent. 

“Marcus, it suits you; though it sounds better when you say
it!”

Mack raised his eyebrows, “Ah so you like the accent; good
to know!”

Our dinners arrived and put a temporary end to our
conversation.  They smelt delicious and were every bit as good as they smelt. 
We devoured them in silence and I couldn’t help my mind wandering as we ate.

Asking Mack what his full name was reminded me that I knew
so little about him.  I mean I knew about his family and where he came from and
his early years on the farm, but he hadn’t told me anything about his time in
Edinburgh.  I wandered if he had ever had any serious relationships or if he
had been married.  For all I knew he may even have kids and an ex-wife floating
around somewhere.

I glanced over at Mack who was totally oblivious to anything
but his food and smiled to myself.  I did know that he loved food!

The smell from mine wafted up and I tucked in again too.  My
musings where taking me nowhere; I knew enough about Mack to know that he was a
good man so I turned my head off.  Over thinking things was one of my worst
faults.

Today had been a lot of fun and it had been great to hang
out with Jessie away from everyone else.  I liked being able to talk and touch
her at will without the need to censor my words or actions.  Our interactions
where stilted at best on set and it was a relief each night to get back to the sanctum
of our rooms.

I had thought this new sleeping arrangement would get my
obsession with Jessie under control but so far it was having the opposite
effect. To date there was no evidence of annoying habits or endless prattle and
she hadn’t even said anything when I had purposely left the toilet seat up! 
She still had me bewitched as much as ever. 

Jessie had to be the most uncomplicated woman I had ever
met.  She was honest and straight forward and there was no hint of the games
many women liked to play.  It was fun being around Jessie with the added bonus
of sex!  Phenomenal sex that was like nothing I had ever experienced.  It
seemed wrong to even call it sex as it was so much more than that.  Yes it was
hot and steamy but it was also connected emotionally in a way that left me
feeling absurdly spiritual at the end, like we had communicated on a whole new
level. 

It made no sense to me as I had always prided myself on my
self-control and restraint.  In my trade it was important that you remained in
the driver’s seat but right now it felt like Jessie had shoved my over and for
once I was the passenger along for the ride.  And I had no idea where we were
heading! 

I just needed to keep things the way they were, not
overthink them, and let time tell where this was heading.  I was remembering my
only serious girlfriend, Elaine.  Things had started off idyllically between us
as well.  After eighteen months I had even been considering proposing but
before I had a chance to get my head around it Elaine had started talking
marriage and kids.

At first I had enjoyed the talk but the intensity and the
need for time frames and commitment had gotten out of hand.  I had asked Elaine
to back off to let me get my head round it as I had always wanted to surprise
the woman I wanted to marry.  A grand gesture which we would tell our grandkids
about in years to come.  But Elaine was like a dog with a bone.  The more I
held off the more resentful and angry she became and the last straw was when
she started withholding sex in an attempt to manipulate me into setting a
date.  That to me wasn’t love.  So I ended things and since then had kept
things with the opposite sex very casual.  And until now that hadn’t been hard.

I looked down at Jessie snuggled into the crook of my arm. 
I liked seeing her beside me and knowing that she was close.  More than I
thought I should and already it seemed like the most natural thing in the world
having her around.  The sound of her breathing made me feel calm and centred in
a way that was reminiscent of life on the farm before I set off for Edinburgh. 
Even work took a back seat and that was saying something.

The rest of the tour through the South Island went smoothly,
though by the time we reached Wellington the following Tuesday, everyone was
looking tired.  Cam had been battling a cold for the last few days and Lance
had just started feeling under the weather.  I ordered bed rest and a halt to
all evening activities that involved alcohol.  The last order didn’t go down
well but they did agree to take things easier after I laid out the implications
of cancelling a concert at this late stage.

We had been getting a lot of good press from our previous
concerts and were now recognised whenever we went out.  It was a hassle.  I
knew that came with the territory but we had been swamped with well-wishers and
people wanting to get the boys autograph on the ferry from Picton to Wellington. 
And there had been no place to escape from it during the journey. 

Jessie had her own following and even though she dealt with
it professionally I could see she was overwhelmed.  Her fan base was mostly
young males but there had been one older guy that just wouldn’t leave her
alone, that security had eventually removed. 

The boys having the flu was a relief as it meant I had a
valid excuse to keep them from wandering too far over the next few days. 
Especially Jessie as the episode on the ferry had shaken me even though Jessie
hadn’t read too much in to it.

I organised hot stone massages for the boys, Jessie and Cam at
the hotel day spa followed by a facial and was amused at Lances total three
sixty on the validity of boys getting massages.

My schedule was light until Thursday as most of the details
for each concert had already been dealt with.  For me, this was the closest I
had been to a holiday in the last ten years and I was finding the whole slowing
down and smelling the rose’s extremely appealing.  I had a sneaking suspicion
this had a lot to do with Jessie but was becoming a pro at shutting off these
annoying thoughts.

We had taken to having breakfast brought up by room service
as it meant we could have longer to ourselves.

“Check out this letter I got in the mail.”  Jessie passed it
to me across the table and looked slightly troubled.

The letter was from a fan that was having erotic fantasies
about Jessie.  I felt sick to the pit of my stomach that there was someone out
there thinking about my Jessie in that way but I also didn’t want to frighten
her so played down my response.

“Sounds like a right pervert but I wouldn’t worry too much
as I have never seen a letter acted on.  But I will tighten security and you need
to make sure you are always with someone.”  I waited until she had nodded in
agreement before making a call to the security team to alert them to the
letter.

Jessie was looking a bit grey and I pulled her onto my knee
and gave her a reassuring hug.

“I have seen lots of letters like that before but have never
had any trouble so I wouldn’t worry too much.  It’s not pleasant though.  Just
reminds you how many crazies there are out there!” 

I was trying hard to reassure her and make light of the
situation but when I could see she was still looking shaken I took another
approach.

Her lips where warm and receptive and I teased her bottom
lip as I had seen her do so many times before when she was nervous.  My hand
involuntarily had already found its way to its usual spot and I could feel her
nipples getting hard under my touch.

“It will be ok Jessie.  Do you really think I would let
anything happen to you?” 

“I’m fine Mack though I like this distraction therapy! A
lot!” 

Jessie obediently put her arms up as I tugged her sweater
over her head and undid the buttons on the flannelette pyjamas that she
favoured. 

Making love to Jessie was always the best part of my day and
when I saw those full, bouncing tits in front of me, and those hazel eyes
begging, I knew why.  My creamy skinned Madonna was total perfection!  I was
beginning to realise that I would never get tired of this one!

I lifted her up and turned her around so that she was facing
me with her legs straddled on each side of my waist.  Then I started to pay
homage to her breasts; happily going from one to the other.  My cock was
already hard.  It seemed to always be half awake when Jessie was near. 

I reached down to stroke her clit and enjoyed the feel of
her hips riding on my fingers while her hands entwined in my hair.  When she
was wet and moaning with appreciation I lifted her up and dropped her slowly
down on my cock, savouring the warmth as it engulfed me.  I felt a moment of
guilt as I hadn’t stopped to put on a condom.  Then abruptly put the thought
out of my head as waves of ecstasy flowed over me.

She knew how to move to perfection; keeping me on the brink
of coming for what seemed like forever.  I reached up and grabbed a handful of
tit in each hand and started to rub her nipples firmly and it had the desired
effect.  She started to thrust herself faster and harder on to my cock until
her head went back and a loud moan of ecstasy escaped.  I grabbed her hips and
I soon followed. 

Jessie was slightly out of breath and her skin had a
beautiful sheen from the sweat, “I swear you were some sort of man whore in a
previous life Marcus O’Connor.  That or you have had a whole lot of practice in
this one!”

I laughed down at her and kissed her lips, “Being in the
music industry does have its perks!”

Jessie looked slightly offended and it was the closest I had
ever seen her to jealous.  I kissed her firmly before whispering in her ear, “Sorry,
bad choice of words.” 

As quickly as the emotion came, it was gone and the joking
Jessie was back, “Hey I don’t mind being a perk if I get access to sex like
that.  All good Mackie boy!”

She jumped off my knee and headed to the shower leaving me
wondering if that was our first tiff or not.  If it was and this was as bad as
it got she definitely was a keeper.  I had never yet seen her take her mood out
on anyone else and the way she handled herself was one of the things that I
loved about her. 

Wow did I just say love! Where did that come from?  I
rationalised it away as I was talking about traits I loved, not the actual
person, and put it in a box to think about later.  Much later!

The next few weeks were uneventful in terms of the concerts
all going to plan.  Cam and Lance got over their colds and by the time we got
to Auckland for the last few concerts they were feeling one hundred per cent
again.

I had received three more letters by the time I reached
Auckland, each one more disgusting and graphic than the one before.  What made
me uncomfortable though was how much personal information he seemed to know about
me; stuff that he would only know if he had been watching me.  Whenever I went
anywhere I could feel myself scanning the crowds and it had come to the point
where I now just preferred to stay in the hotel between concerts.

Mack stayed with me as much as he could and when he was busy
he organised someone else to take his place.  So I never felt scared as such;
just kind of violated if that made sense.  It was really gross to think that
there was someone out there having sexually explicit thoughts about me.  And it
made me start to wonder if I was being too sexy or flirty on stage and to
double guess my outfits.

Before the last concert I had dressed very demurely in a
tunic top, which was more like a sack than anything else, and one that I
usually reserved for round home wearing.  Mack had taken one look before he sat
me down and said in no uncertain terms that I was to pay no heed to those
letters.  I should not look at myself as if I had done anything wrong or in
some way asked for it.  I had felt a lot better after that and had managed to
go on stage as normal.  As soon as I started to sing I generally forgot about
them anyway.

The morning before our first Auckland concert I got another
letter.  The tone had changed and was more sinister.  He said he knew I was a
dirty whore and that I was sleeping with the boss.  I showed Mack and the frown
on his face confirmed that I wasn’t panicking for no reason.  Mack and I hardly
went anywhere together and for him to know we were an item meant that he was
keeping very close tabs on us.

“Don’t worry Jessie I’ll get security to allocate you
someone who will stay with you at all times when you aren’t with me.  I am just
trying to think when he would have seen us out.  Which city did the last letter
arrive in?”  Mack’s eyebrows were drawn together in a puzzled frown.

I had got the first two letters in Wellington, one on the
first day and the second on the day we left.  The next one had arrived in New
Plymouth and the fourth one in Hamilton.  None of those had mentioned my
relationship with Mack.  So some time in the last week he had seen us out.

“Last letter was in Hamilton before we left for Tauranga. I
wonder if he saw us at The Mount when we went for a walk along the beach.  That
is the only time I can think of where we have been out together since Rotorua. 
But we have had a letter since Rotorua already.” 

I knew I was safe but this whole stalker thing was impacting
on my last weeks with Mack.  We were down to our last ten days and I had wanted
them to be perfect and instead I was wasting energy thinking about some sicko
out there.

Mack rang security who said it was time to notify the
police.

“Isn’t that a bit over the top?” 

“They are at the concert anyway as it is such a large event. 
So it makes sense for them to know and be on the lookout for anybody
suspicious.”