Lasting Lyric (19 page)

IT’S BEEN A DIFFICULT COUPLE
of days not having Lyric by my side, though I know we have needed the distance to slow things down. Therefore my hand has gotten reacquainted with Shooter, again. I won’t say it hasn’t been enjoyable; thoughts and images of Lyric helped me over the edge. All worth the work. However there is nothing like diggin’ myself deep inside that woman. Her exceptional movements and gorgeous body…damn, she’s fucking perfect. I must have been in a state of deep sleep before I realized how much Lyric was a part of my life. She means something wild to me, and it isn’t just lust and attraction. It’s something deeper.
Love
. It could be that, but I’m not risking to use the word just yet. Lyric and I have just begun. There’s time for deeper words later.

After Lyric and I ended our call the other night - the anniversary of Max’s death - I called my mom. Just like my dad, she doesn’t bring up the anniversary, so I’m usually the one that calls to see how she’s handling her day. It was early in the morning for her when I called. We exchanged some heartfelt and comforting words, which eased my guilt. She cried, while I listened, trying my hardest not to cry too. Wanting to be strong for my mom, I told her Max was watching over us, and always will. Toward the end of our conversation, I vowed to visit her soon. She has never expressed wanting to come back to America, so I never pushed the subject. I could pay for her to come back, but I’m not so sure she’ll accept my offer. Just knowing I haven’t seen or hugged my mom since Max’s death, fills me with distraught and pain. I miss my mom terribly. All in all it was good to hear her voice. I filled her in on future plans, tours and the new woman in my life. She couldn’t have been more happy and proud of me. I was grateful Lyric kicked my ass to call her. After watching my dad drown the pain with booze, it helped ease my horrible night.

Having Wayne and Melody back home has filled the house with life again. It’s good to have my best bro back - even Melody. She’s good for Wayne; calmed his cock down for all of womanhood, even if he is getting just as much or more action with his new wife. He was such a manwhore before Melody. She’s given him stability, brought him to a good, safe place. He did the same for her. They turned each other around for the better. Seeing what they have gives me hope that Lyric and I will have the same thing. Actually, I think we already do. She’s my safe place as well. A woman made just for me. Having a good woman in my life, I can now focus more on music, rather than getting laid by a groupie. Life couldn’t be fucking better.

We’re about ready to redo one of our new songs, change it up, when a beautiful, sexy blonde enters the studio. The first thing I notice about this bombshell are her eyes; sky baby blue eyes, with a gleam of badass, looking straight at me. My dick jumps. It’s hyper aware that I’m in trouble. I love a woman who knows who she is, and how to get things done. Power is sexy as fuck. The authority in this woman also shows in her messy, updo blonde bun. It’s just calling for my fingers to unravel it, to watch the golden locks fall over my arms like a blanket.

The hand at her hip, the black heels, the black two piece pant suit, and the hint of a purple blouse peeking out - its hot. I almost drop my guitar on my feet, she’s so fucking beautiful.

“How is everything, guys?” Lyric announces.

You thought I was talking about someone else, huh?
Hellz to the no.
Lyric is the only sexy, beautiful blonde in my mind.

Before I get the chance to haul her up in my arms, Wayne beats me to it.
Damn him
. He is always on a mission. Sweeping her up, and twirling her around, Lyric laughs. “Hi, Wayne. You can put me down now,” still laughing.

“Good to see you, babe,” Wayne says.

“Good to see you, too. Did you have a good honeymoon?”

“Nothin’ like being on a private beach with my wife. Fucking epic.”

“Sounds amazing.”

“Sure was.”

Lyric eyes me as I make my way up to her and Wayne. Not being able to get to her first, she can sense the frustration I’m having. I tap Wayne on the shoulder. He better fucking move, or I’ll slap him on the back of the head. “Sorry, bro, you need something?”

Asshole, acting like he doesn’t know what’s up. “You’re in my way, dufus,” I growl behind his ear.

“We’ll catch up later,” he leans in, and gives Lyric a kiss on the cheek. Her cheeks redden from the contact, making me somewhat jealous. Her face better extract all fifty shades kind of red by the time my lips get a hold of her.

Pushing Wayne out of the way, and giving him the finger, I grasp onto Lyric’s hand, quickly leading her out of the studio room. We go down the hall, to the kitchen. Thank God there’s a door. Sweeping her inside, I shut the door behind us, and push her up against the island counter. Without a second longer, my lips hit hers. My tongue roughly invades her mouth, toying and playing along with hers. My left hand springs up behind her head, while the other one goes around her back. Deepening our kiss, her hands make their way around my neck; she digs her fingernails into my skin, causing me to groan inside her mouth, and my dick to bulge. From the contact of both our bellies, I am sure she can feel it twitch. I’m happy. Shooter is
definitely
fucking happy. Playtime with my hand is no longer necessary.

Giving us both a chance to catch our breath, I nuzzle my lips onto the soft structure of her jaw line, moving my way down to her long, delicate, luscious neck. Breathing her in, like she’s my oxygen, I say, “Holy fuck, Sunshine. You taste and feel so good.” I continue to devour her skin, feeling the beat of her pulse on the tip of my tongue.
So damn good.

Her head moves to the left, allowing me more contact. “So do you,” she breathes out.

As her arms travel around my torso, my hands lead to her stunning face. Cupping her jaw, I land another deep kiss, causing more moans from the both of us. “I so wish I could take you up against this counter,” I groan along her lips.

Breathing heavily, Lyric replies, “That would be all kinds of awkward if someone came in. We’ll save it for tonight.”

“Hellz yes we will,” I promise. I cannot seem to get enough of her. My lips have a need to kiss every inch of her body.
Goddamn, she’s priceless
.

Licking, sucking and biting her plump, swollen lips, Lyric breaks the intense moment. “I think you better get back.”

With much disappointment, our kissing stops. “No,” I whine. “I’m not ready.” Not listening to her, I squeeze my arms around her waist, and bury my face into her neck. She’s not going anywhere.

“As much as I hate to leave you too, I am talking as your manager. Get back in there,” she firmly orders me.

Her bossy tone doesn’t give me much of a choice. My arms unattatch from her magnificent curves, giving us a separation. My dick automatically shrinks from defeat. “You fight dirty, but okay. Your house, tonight?” With a smile that melts my insides, Lyric nods. I close in on our lips, once again - not too long of a kiss, or my junk will want to betray me. “See ya later.”

Like taking off a bandaid, Lyric leaves my embrace and opens the kitchen door. “Bye, Hot Stuff,” she grins.

Holding a hand up to my heart, I sigh, “You’re killin’ me here, Charlie.”

I can see she’s trying her hardest not to laugh. “Get out of here, and sing your heart out.” Obeying my Queen, I walk past her, and get back to work.

All eyes are on me as I enter back inside the studio. Even Gary, our producer, who’s behind the glass in the sound room, is eyeing me. He’s got a tight grin plastered on his face. Not sure whether he’s pissed at me for unexpectedly leaving, or pleased I have my woman back. Either way, I’m ready to get back to work.

“Took you long enough,” Wayne remarks.

Narrowing my eyes on him, I point my finger close to his face. “Shove it. You’ve been in the same exact spot, so I don’t wanna hear it.”

“Dude, I was joking,” he chuckles. “What’s up your butt crack?”

“Nothing,” I exhale. “Let’s get to work.”

Wayne seems to always know what’s troubling me. “You need sex, that’s what’s up,” he insinuates.

“No,” I groan. “I need to have sex with Lyric.” I
so
need to have sex with Lyric, I’m counting down the hours till I see her tonight.

“Glad for ya, bro,” placing a hand on my shoulder. “I like her.”

It means a lot to me that Wayne feels this way. Having my two best friends like each other is important to me. “Thanks man,” I say back.

“Wayne, Slim, let’s go!” Danny yells out.

Without further ado, we get back to our spots, and play to our heart’s content. Nothing like doing something you love, and never tiring of it. Playing, making music…I can do this forever.

It took until late afternoon to finally get through with one song. We had to redo it over and over until it sounded perfect. We were wiped, and ready to be done for the day.

After putting away our instruments, Gary comes out from the sound room and gives us a final talk. “Nice job, today, men. I know it was a rough day getting the sound right, but what we ended on came out clean and ready.”

“Thanks Gary, I think we all agree,” Lucky inputs.

Gary places his hands on his hips, and asks, “I understand we’re moving the music video filming to next week?”

“Yeah, it’s Faith’s birthday party. June moved things around for us.”

“That’s right,” he snaps his fingers. “I’d forgotten all about it. As much as it pains me to have the filming moved, can’t miss my favorite step-daughter’s party.” Soon after, Gary says his goodbye.

Tomorrow we’re taking a break from rehearsal and are going up to LA to do the
Jimmy Kimmel Live!
show. Can’t wait. It’s gonna be an awesome time.

Danny asks, “What time do we need to be up there?”

“Noon,” Lucky replies. “Alright guys. Get some rest, and meet back here in the morning.”

Like my ass was on fire, I instantaneously left before the guys made it to their vehicles. I’m sure I was being laughed at because I couldn’t contain my excitement any longer. Those guys can eat shit. They’ve been where I’ve been, so it shouldn’t be a surprise to them. Jason on the other hand was exceptionally quiet today. Not a whole lot came out of his mouth. But that’s Jason for ya. He’s the more quiet one, more observant, than the rest of us.

Finally, screeching to a halt in Lyric’s driveway, I get out and jog up to her front door. I’m like a little kid on Christmas Day, excited to tear open his presents. Though, getting to unwrap Lyric’s legs is far better than any present I’ve ever received. My crotch is jumping up and down, ready to celebrate. The first thing I do when Lyric opens her door is push my way in. Pushing her up against the wall, I devour her lips, tongue, neck, anything to get my blood pumping. And boy, does my blood
ever
start pumping.

I’m ready to throw Lyric over my shoulder, when she breaks our lips. “Dinner?” she exhales.

Giving her a half sided smirk, and raised eyebrow, I wickedly reply, “Fucking starved.” There’s nothing more I’d rather want than eating her for dinner. I continue sliding my hands up and down her thighs, around to her ass, squeezing both cheeks. She squeals from my sudden attack. Kissing, and licking my way down to her inviting cleavage, her little silky, blue nightie does crazy things to my head. Goddamn, she’s my very own Tootsie Roll. I’ll never go hungry again.

The palms of her hands land on my chest, I’m sure she can feel the pounding of my heart. “Not me, silly,” she giggles. “I got some Chinese takeout.”

How can she think about food, when all I want to do is take her to bed? Tipping her jaw up with my thumb, and forefinger, I gruffly say, “Baby, the takeout can wait. I’m ready to eat
you
out first.”

Her eyes suddenly widen, then in an instant, become hooded. She knows exactly what I want right now, and it ain’t Chinese takeout. “Takeout can wait,” she hoarsely says.

“Hellz yes,” I growl out. Hauling her over my shoulder - with a squeal from Lyric - I stomp my way up the stairs, into her room, and lay her flat on her bed.
I’m so fucking ready for dinner.

Before going any further, I gaze long, and hard at her beauty. Her chest, rising up and down, gives me a hint on what my gaze is doing to her. Slowly pulling my t-shirt up, over my head, my eyes start at her face. Her eyes set me off. She’s stunning, and incredibly sexy. I seriously have no idea why I didn’t
see
her sooner. Dwindling on this fact, pisses me off, and only makes me want her even more so. Unbuckling my jeans, then sliding them down my legs, my eyes shift from Lyric’s long and lean neckline, down to her tits. Through the shiny blue fabric, I can detect her nipples. The little round pebbles are erect, and waiting patiently for my teeth to tug on them, to savor them like their flavored gum drops. Once Lyric bends her knees upward, my eyes immediately maneuver down to her slim torso, flat belly, and long ass legs. My jeans make their way off in a flash, but just as quickly before I can look back up, the air gets sucked out of me when my black briefs are yanked down suddenly, and my stiff dick melts inside Lyric’s mouth.
Holy effing God
. I did not see this coming. The pulling, the sucking, the motion of her hand around Shooter is making my head spin. She’s a fucking warrior.