Stripped (19 page)

It was beautiful.  A beautiful silence. 

Emily took a deep breath and had the urge to thank Gunnar.  To thank him for choosing her and exploring her curves and her sexual needs.  But it was more than that.  And Emily still needed more from Gunnar.

“You don’t have to hide from me,” Emily said.  “The interview...”

“I have an idea,” Gunnar said.  He moved forward, breaking from Emily’s hold.  He climbed the black gate and jumped to the stage.  It was empty but when Gunnar turned around and looked out to the empty venue it suddenly looked and felt full. 

It was amazing how one person could do so much and mean so much.

Gunnar looked down at Emily.  She feared him reaching down for her.  She couldn’t climb that gate and she didn’t even want to try.  That would be embarrassing and would be ten times worse in front of Gunnar.

Thankfully Gunnar didn’t reach for her to come up on stage.  He did step to the black gate and balance himself for a few seconds before jumping back down to the floor.  He slithered close to Emily, his hands back in control, touching her body, pulling her close.  Their lips met in a tender kiss and Gunnar offered his tongue and Emily accepted it.  They kissed with a deep passion.  With the venue so empty and silent, Emily could hear the wet sound of their tongues touching and her deep exhales, as she tried to keep air in her lungs and keep herself from collapsing.

She’d never been kissed like that before. 

With such purpose, whether it meant something to Gunnar or not. 

Gunnar took Emily by the wrist now and walked her back to the hallways and to the backdoor where the limo was now parked.  Emily noted how he held her by the wrist instead of interlocking his fingers.  The signals were so deep and so far apart, Emily wasn’t sure what to do or who to be.  But now, with the aggressive hold on her, she had a feeling Gunnar wanted
Ex
to come alive.

And Emily was fine with that.

They rode in the limo in silence and Emily couldn’t look away from Gunnar.  Every little move he made, every facial expression.  She watched an artist creating without having to create.  She could only imagine what was going on in his mind.  Sorting lyrics.  Hearing music.  Picturing the show he’d play.  It was something magical and a few times, Emily felt her throat tightening.  She wanted to grab and shake Gunnar and tell him she understood how it felt. 

For the entire ride Gunnar didn’t let go of Emily’s wrist.  He held it sometimes tight, sometimes loose, and sometimes he would use his pointer finger and rub her skin, gently and slowly, bringing chills to Emily.  It turned her on too, but that went really without saying.  Since Gunnar had planted that wet kiss on her, her panties had been a wicked mess.  All she could do was hope that he would finally have her. 

Finally do everything and have everything.

The limo turned down a small alley and somehow the driver was able to maneuver the long vehicle back to Gunnar’s hotel without a single person seeing.  Some of the turns and narrowness of the alleys made Emily gasp.  She probably could not drive that well in her car. 

Security escorted Gunnar and Emily to the hotel and Gunnar still hadn’t let Emily’s wrist go.  In the elevator she stared at his grip.  His knuckles were slowly becoming white.  The possessive vibe he gave off bothered Emily but not as much as she liked it.  Not once had she felt so wanted and needed in her life.  That something about her was significant enough that she needed to be there with Gunnar.

Once in his hotel room, Gunnar led Emily to the couch where he sat down first and pulled Emily on top of him.  She let out a moan, hoping this was the moment she’d been waiting for.

His hands were fast and strong.  He pulled at her curvy thighs, forcing her down on him.  She felt his thickness and put her hands to his shoulders.  His hands slipped to her ass and he started to move her.  Emily grinded on Gunnar with delight.  For the first time, she felt as though her entire body was connected sexually.  From the subtle touch between her legs she could feel it making her breasts ache and her nipples throb.  Her mouth started to go dry and the wild images that came to her were almost enough to send her over the edge.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Oh, Ex...”

“Gunnar, I need you,” Emily confessed.  “My body.  My mind.”

“I know.  You want to open up to me.  I want to open you, Ex.”

“Please...”

Emily balanced herself on her knees and she did something she couldn’t remember ever doing... she started to make her own moves.  She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it over her head.  She reached for the back of her bra before Gunnar could say or do a thing.  When her breasts were exposed, she felt a sense of relief.  Her hands were still on the move, surprising herself as she cupped her breasts in her hands and massaged them right in front of Gunnar.  She was shaking with erotic need and felt fear start to strip from her body. 

Gunnar opened Emily’s pants and slipped his middle finger into her panties, running left to right along her smooth skin.  He forced himself down to the beginning of her sensitive folds and came right back.  Just enough to tease Emily.

She moaned and stood from the couch.  Gunnar was fully dressed and Emily pushed her pants down and stepped from them.  All she had left was a pair of extremely wet panties. 

“Why stop?” Gunnar asked with a grin.

Emily put her hands to her hips and slowly pushed her panties down.  She watched as she stepped out of them, realizing that she was fully naked in Gunnar’s hotel room.  Desperate for him.  Begging him with her eyes and body. 

Gunnar reached Emily’s hands.  He sent more shivers through Emily’s body.  Her nipples tightened some more as Emily tried to find a calming breath.  That was impossible.  Gunnar pulled at Emily, bringing her back to him.  His lips touched just above her chest and Emily groaned.

Gunnar then inhaled her... the reminisce of soap, a hint of perfume, and the sweetness of desire.

“I want to push you, Ex,” Gunnar said.  “I want to bring you to a place that will make it like nothing you could ever imagine.”

“It already is,” Emily said, feeling her lips quivering.

“I want you to be open.  More.  Be free.  Wild.”

Emily just stripped for Gunnar.  To her, nothing could be more wild.

“Stand up,” Gunnar said.

Emily hated to pull away from him but she did. 

“Good girl.  Now... the first door on the right, when you leave the room, is where the guys are.”

“The guys...?”

“I want you to walk in there and get me a bottle of wine.  They have a small kitchen in their room.  Just grab a bottle and come back here.”

Emily looked down at the pile of her clothes.  The pile she made.  She stripped in front of Gunnar.  She thought it was sexy, but Gunnar wanted more.  He always wanted more. 

When she met eyes with Gunnar, he was smiling.  Then, just to be sure Emily understood exactly what wanted her to do.

“Naked.”

Emily bent her knees and put a hand in front of her pubic area, as if that did something.  Her other arm she brought across her chest.  She blocked her most sensitive of areas but Gunnar wasn’t going to stand for it.  He stood from the couch, now looking down at Emily.

“I’ll be there too,” he said.  “If you aren’t there in a minute, then get your clothes and leave.”

Emily didn’t have to question the seriousness in Gunnar’s voice.  She stared into his blue eyes and knew this was something she had to do.  Not just for Gunnar but for herself.  This was her moment to embrace her body and everything she now wanted.  Her chance to step out from the shadows of being hidden behind her books and pen names.  It was all somehow connected.

Gunnar touched Emily’s face and smiled.  “Don’t let me down, Ex.”

Gunnar walked from the hotel room and Emily watched the door shut.  It clicked and Emily moved her hands from her body to her sides and looked down.  It had been a long time since she really looked at herself.  Her large breasts, her thick curves, and everything Gunnar desired. 

Emily looked at her clothes again and felt the floor vibrate. 

Her cell phone.

Shit.

She knew what that was.  Time was running out, figuratively and literally.  All her plans could come to life or just crumble to dust. 

And it was Emily’s choice to decide which would happen.

16.

Emily hurried to the hotel door.  Every nerve in her body pinched and shook.  The idea of someone seeing her standing in the hallway naked scared her, but something about it excited her.  Her hand touched the door handle.  She knew the quicker she did this the sooner it would be over.  She also knew the quicker she opened the hotel room door the less of a chance some stranger would see her naked.  Not that everyone in Down Silent weren’t strangers.

She pushed on the door handle and of course, it was locked.

“Damn,” Emily whispered.

She knocked on the door and had to wait.

She pictured the band, sitting around their hotel room.  Gunnar probably told them everything and now they could just sit there, knowing Emily stood outside the hotel room, naked.

Emily knocked again, and again. 

“Whoa, whoa,” a voice called out.  “Is the place on fi...”

The door opened and there stood the bassist.  His eyes went wide and he looked up and down Emily’s body.  Emily felt a small rage of anger kick up and she pushed at bassist, moving him out of the way.  She walked into the hotel room with an attitude.  When the rest of the band turned their heads, they were as shocked as the bassist. 

When Emily saw Gunnar, standing at the small kitchen, in front of the bottles of wine, he had a smile on his face that said it all.  He hadn’t told the band about Emily and what he told her to do. 

“Look at this,” the lead guitarist said.  He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and took a big drink.

“It’s Gunnar’s girlfriend,” the drummer said.  “From the show...”

“What’s going on, Ex?” Gunnar asked.

Emily paused and put her hands to her hips.  She felt her body burning, teetering between feeling sexy and embarrassed.  She looked around the room, at the collection of booze and drugs, and felt worse about that than being naked. 

The drummer didn’t seem bothered by the idea of a naked woman in the room - even if Emily was very curvy - as he leaned forward and enjoyed another snort of the white power on the table.  He leaned back and took a deep breath with his hands on his legs.  All his fingers started moving at once, playing a fast rhythm.  The backup guitarist sat on top of the other couch in the room, strumming an acoustic guitar.  His eyes hadn’t left Emily’s body and the stare made her feel good.  When she looked at Gunnar and raised her eyebrows she noted perhaps a shade or two of jealousy from Gunnar.

Emily walked through the middle of the room, right next to the table where the band had gathered around for a little white powdered indulgence.  She strutted her curves right up to Gunnar and came within an inch of touching him.  With the smoothest move, perhaps ever in her life, she reached around Gunnar, leaning forward just enough to allow her breasts to touch his chest and she grabbed a bottle of wine.  She cradled it in her hands, reading the label like she knew what the hell it meant and as though it mattered. 

Emily held the bottle with one hand and leaned towards Gunnar.  In a daring move she nibbled at his chin, then turned and made her way across the room again.  She didn’t speak a word and she didn’t look back.  But one thing was for sure, the room had gotten deathly quiet.  No sounds of snorting, no sounds of drinking, no guitar playing. 

Emily never felt so naughty and sexy in her entire life.

She just needed Gunnar to follow her and finally have her body...

17.

Emily walked back into Gunnar’s hotel room and tossed the bottle of wine to the couch and retreated to the bedroom.  There was only one place this was going to happen.  Emily’s body remained on fire, her heart pounding and her body visibly, physically ready for Gunnar. 

In the bedroom she saw something on the dresser.  It made her smile and she hurried back into the living room area of the large hotel room to find her cell phone.  She saw the message that had been sent to her before leaving the room.  All it took was a simple reply to bring everything together. 

A sound at the hotel door made Emily jump and she rushed back into the bedroom, climbed the bed, and lay there, waiting for Gunnar.

He appeared in the doorway, looking sexier than ever.  An aura followed him this time, something that triggered Emily to realize that she had finally gotten to him.  She kept her legs tight together, leaving nothing visible but the folds of skin at her smooth mound.  Her breasts were heavy and she had her hands on top of them, holding herself and blocking Gunnar’s view.

“Ex,” Gunnar said.  “That was perfect.”

“You’re lucky I like wine.”

“Want me to open the bottle?” Gunnar asked.

“Why don’t you come open me...”

Emily opened her legs, feeling her wet folds clinging together.  She dug her heels into the mattress and gently lifted herself, seeking any kind of relief.