Wheels of Steel Book 4 (2 page)

It was all calmer—he was calmer. He was different.

He came out of the closet carrying a t-shirt with the Wheels Of Steel Logo on it. He held it up against his torso.

“Hey, did I show you this?” He asked proudly.

It was black with the name of the new WOS album written on it, Nocturnal Transcendence coming Fall 2015. 

Robin stood in awe and took the t-shirt. “Can I wear this?”

“Wait I have a smaller one.” He returned to the closet with another t-shirt.

“Oh my God,” she whispered as she allowed the towel to drop from her body. She tossed it onto the bed and quickly slipped on her bra. Jason watched slack-jawed.

Once Robin had on her bra, she slipped on the t-shirt and hurried to the mirror to see herself in it.

Jason was aware that she had not bothered to put on panties. He pulled off his shirt and Robin watched his reflection in the mirror as he pulled on his t-shirt.

She swallowed back her desire at the sight of his big chest and biceps that tapered down to six-pack abs. His jeans hung low on hips in which a line of muscles formed a V that disappeared into the jeans. His peaches and cream skin was dotted with freckles and Robin wondered if any of his groupies had played connect the dots with them the way she had on countless nights that they had lain arm in arm together in his old apartment.

She slipped on her panties quickly before she decided that they ought to do something else. His mom and dad would be here and they needed to get the fire started in the grill.

Robin searched her suitcase for jeans and then suddenly she felt Jason behind her. His hands were suddenly gripping her hips as she stood bent over the bed. She felt him press himself against her, the hardness in his pants rubbing along her panty-clad bottom.

“Jason …” she whispered.

“I can’t help it. You look so sexy wearing my shirt. Now all I want to do is have you model it with nothing on beneath it. Then I want to run my hands under it while you’re riding my cock.”

Her breath caught in her throat. Jason had always been great at talking dirty and his words always set her off.

She looked over her shoulder at him in his t-shirt, which hugged his muscular torso. Her eyes moved up to his face and she saw that his green eyes were hooded and half closed and his red mane of hair was now hanging in his face as he bent over her.

Oh my God …

Robin reached down to tug her panties down her thighs and then she braced her hands on the bed.

She heard Jason’s zipper a second later but instead of his long hard shaft, it was his lips and tongue that she felt kissing along her slit. Robin groaned and arched her back while spreading her thighs. She felt Jason’s tongue gliding up and down along her slit. And then his tongue entered her canal and she felt his face bury between the cheeks of her ass. She caught her breath in surprise but when his tongue began to piston in and out of her pussy as if he was fucking her Robin’s body clenched and she pressed back against his face.

Suddenly Jason’s finger was lightly grazing her swollen labia and when he circled her clit Robin’s body jerked and she dropped to the bed with a loud cry of pleasure.

“Fuck! Jason … please, what are you doing!” she said in a jumble of words.

His hands spread her ass cheeks and he began to eat her pussy in earnest, lapping and sucking and probing her until she clenched and began to spasm around his tongue.

Her muscles began to jerk violently as she clutched the sheets while her body lay prone against the opened suitcase. Jason’s hands were suddenly around her waist and he jerked her up and swept the suitcase to the floor.

Jason grabbed a pillow and shoved it beneath her hips and then he pushed his cock inside of her from behind.

Robin’s mouth fell open. “Oh! Jason it’s so big!” She screamed but her hips rolled against him so he didn’t slow the movements of his hips. He pounded into her tight pussy knowing that she could take it—had taken it for the last few days, over and over and over again.

He didn’t try to last and within moments his testicles pulled up and he was shooting inside of her, filling her so that when he pumped in and out of her he could see his cum pooling from her opening.

“Robin …” he cried as he felt the last spurt of cum deposit into her depths. Instead of collapsing on her he stayed planted to his spot behind her, his cock still buried within her tight depths and he stroked her beautiful ass with his fingertips. His fingers allowed that and his thumbs traced circles on her skin.

After a moment of laying there with her ass in the air and Jason tickling her skin with his fingertips, Robin began to chuckle.

“Jason, I think it’s time for you to remove yourself from my vagina now. We have a party to get ready for.”

He pulled out slowly, still semi-erect. He liked watching his pale cock coming from her opening. She was brown and pink and tan and together they made a beautiful sight. Could he get away with making this image into an album cover? Maybe a painting just for the inner sanctum of his bedroom …

Nocturnal Transcendence was the name of the album, but it was about his dreams and not just his dreams but anyone’s dreams. It was about who you became when you closed your eyes and fell asleep. When he closed his eyes and fell asleep he was always with Robin.

Robin stood up and touched between her legs before hurrying to the adjoining bathroom.

“Dang, babe!”

Jason laughed and picked up her suitcase and things from the floor.

“You’re on the pill so no worries,” he called out to her.

“Yeah but how much of this stuff do you produce in a day? We already did it twice this morning.” He heard the shower running again. “Ugh, I’m going to be sore, damn your big dick!”

The smile fell off his face and Jason leaned over the bed feeling lightheaded. He closed his eyes and a moment later it was as if the world had dropped from beneath his feet.

Jason’s seizure was not violent nor was it long but when he recovered he found himself lying on the floor flat on his back with his cock out and pointing to the ceiling.

He hated when that happened and he quickly—but carefully—shoved his dick back into his pants before he managed to pull himself back up onto his feet. He could hear the shower still going and Robin humming to herself.

Jason sat on the end of the bed, his smile returning and then he kicked off his shoes and slipped off his pants. He drew down his boxers next and swept the shirt off over his head and placed it neatly on the bed.

Still wearing his orthotics on his legs and hips, Jason limped into the bathroom and pulled back the shower curtain—no glass shower doors for him.

Robin squealed in surprise before she smiled and stepped aside allowing him into the over-sized shower. It was so big that there was even a place to sit and with the many handholds it was very good for Jason, though he seldom used it because it preferred the Jacuzzi bathtub.

“Sorry you had to shower again,” he said although he wasn’t the least bit sorry.

She looked down at his legs. “Are you allowed to get those wet?”

He grinned. “I have another pair. I’ll set these to dry.”

He looked like a Storm Trooper from Star Wars, she thought. She knew that they weren’t very comfortable, but obviously he had gotten used to them. He wore them all day and only took them off in bed at night. While he was getting his hair wet Robin grabbed his sponge and got it soapy and then she ran it down his torso.

“Mmm,” he sighed. Robin washed him thoroughly and then gave him a happy birthday slap on his ass. Jason decided that this was the best birthday that he’d ever had and he vowed that he’d facilitate his future happiness as soon as possible by placing a ring on Robin’s finger. Not today—no it was too soon but the moment the awkward feeling between them disappeared he would do it.

Dramamine by Modest Mouse was playing over the hidden speakers. Belinda had lit the torches while Peter had a raging fire going in both the fire pit and barbecue grill. Belinda was dancing to herself to the music, her body flowing and twirling among the torches.

Her eyes were closed not to block out the world but because she had nothing to focus on but the feel of the music as it carried her along a darkened path lit with nothing but the stars, the moon and the fire of the torches.

Peter’s eyes were locked on to her. He had moved from his wheelchair to the chaise. He longed to go out and join her, to be within her space of flowing limbs. But he was wheels and steel and somehow it wouldn’t fit.

Jason watched them both from the path that led from the house. It was their moment so instead of joining Peter he returned to the kitchen to help Robin who had just finished wrapping potatoes in foil to place on the coals.

She smiled at him. “It’s almost June and we got a fire pit burning.”

“We also got some marshmallows, chocolate bars and graham crackers.” He said while leaning against the counter to watch her.

“I guess smores are worth the added ten degrees.”

Robin opened several cabinets until she found the pepper dispenser and then she grabbed the coarse salt.

Jason fantasized about her living here. She had agreed to sleep over until they flew off to Atlanta in the morning, and he decided that his new home had never felt as homey to him. The mansion was large and stylish. It was filled with cool things and on a technical level he loved it. But his old apartment with its mix-matched furniture and recording equipment relegated to the living room felt like home. It had a history, it had memories.

Having Robin in his life made everything feel like home. And had the doorbell not rung, he might have done the unthinkable and invited her to move in.

Too soon.

He hurried to open the door and Chase was there smiling broadly. He’d been to the new house on several occasions but his pride at his son’s accomplishments had not diminished. Jason had made a good living out of doing something he loved and now he had success, money, the house, the use of his legs—and now even the girl.

Jason reached out to clap hands with him but Chase pulled him into a heartfelt hug.

“Happy early birthday, son.”

“Thanks. Come in, Dad,” Jason smiled.

Chase handed him a small black gift bag and Jason accepted it curiously. Chase looked embarrassed.

“It’s a birthday gift.” He explained.

Jason propped his cane against his body and dug through the black tissue paper until he came up with a pair of leather racing gloves.

“I thought it might look good with the cane,” Chase said.

Jason smiled and pulled on the gloves and then he gripped the cane in front of him and stood straight with his legs spread so that he looked like a gangster.

Chase clapped him on the shoulder and told him that he liked the look.

“Is she here?” he leaned in to whisper.

Jason nodded with a broad smile. “In the kitchen, come on.”

Chase had lots to make up for and he was astonished that Jason had given him an opportunity to do it. He had watched as his son had gone into a tailspin at the loss of Robin and it had hurt him to see him in pain. But it had also given him the opportunity to comfort his son. And Jason had reached out to him and forgiven him as he sought forgiveness for the things that he had done to those that he wanted forgiveness from.

Jason and Chase watched the pretty black girl as she seasoned a platter of steaks—not knowing that she was being watched. She was drizzling olive oil on them and Chase had to admit that there was something about her that fit with his son. It was the way she moved. Chase thought that she moved like she was being tested and as if she wanted everything to be perfect. She moved as if she cared about what she was doing.

“Robin, this is my dad, Chase.”

Robin jumped and dropped the oil, which she scrambled to pick up before it made a horrible mess. Chase smiled and came forward to shake her hand. He studied her light eyes wondering if they were contacts but they were real. She reminded him of a sleek panther with jade eyes. He could see why she would capture Jason’s attention.

“Hi Robin. It’s nice to meet you.”

Robin scrambled to wipe her hands on a towel before she accepted Chase’s hand and shook it.

“Hello Mr. Hamilton-“

“Just Chase is fine.”

“Okay, Chase.”

Jason lifted a hand. “Check out these racing gloves that my Dad bought me for my birthday.” He walked to her and placed an arm around her waist.

“Nice, babe. I like them.” Chase noted that when she looked at him she relaxed and some element in her voice sounded the way a smile looked.

“I heard you singing,” he said. “Jason has a DVD of some covers that you did.”

Robin nodded. “I sing in a band now. We call ourselves Orange Crush.”

The doorbell rang again and Jason excused himself to answer it.

Robin rubbed her hands together and looked at the tall red haired man that looked so much like the man she loved.

Chase’s hair was more of a rust color and he had it cut short, yet not so short that the curls did not work their way through. He had a rugged moustache and beard but unlike Jason, his face was not dotted with freckles. Robin supposed that the freckles had come from Jason’s mom who was strawberry blonde with both hard edges and soft curves.

Chase had warm green eyes and Robin had a difficult time connecting this man with the one that had neglected his son during his childhood.

She hadn’t forgotten the stories that Jason had told about his father’s inability to accept a son that wasn’t perfect and how he had blamed Jason’s mother for his condition. And yet Jason had found a way to forgive him and she was happy because she’d lost her father and couldn’t imagine turning her back on a parent.

“Our group plays at a place called The Nuthouse,” she continued.

“Well if you don’t mind, maybe the next time you guys perform I can tag along?”

She nodded. “Absolutely.”

She heard Belinda and Peter enter from behind her.

“Chase!” Belinda hurried over and Chase gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek. Peter slapped hands with him and Robin could see that Jason’s closest friends did not have any negative feelings about Chase so that synched it for her.

Jason’s mother suddenly entered the kitchen. Her eyes searched the faces until they settled on Robin. She had several shopping bags in her hands and she dropped them on the floor. A broad smile crossed her face.

“Hi Sweetheart!”

Robin couldn’t help the smile that spread across her own face as the two of them hugged tightly.

“Oh, Sweetheart, I’m so happy to see you back in my son’s life.” Joyce said softly. She pulled back and looked at Robin. “You look good. How’s your stomach?”

“Mom …” Jason said in embarrassment.

Joyce flashed him a look. “Jason. Chill.”

Robin suppressed her laughter at the two of them. “It’s good. I still take my medicine but the ulcers are healing.”

“Good, Sweetheart. Now that you are back I don’t have to worry about Jason hooking up with some trashy groupie.”

Jason’s eyes grew big and his face red. He looked at Robin quickly.

“No—I n-never hooked up with anybody-“ he began to stutter.

Robin covered her mouth and giggled at his expression. She went over and hugged him, letting him know that she didn’t doubt his words.

Joyce turned her attention to her ex husband. Her eyes took in his form.

“Hello, Chase. And what are you smiling at?”

He did indeed wear a smile on his face. “You. You haven’t changed one bit.”

Joyce Hamilton was a timeless beauty in his opinion. When she had been in her twenties she was pretty enough to model. In her thirties she looked mature with a beauty that she wore despite the adversities that she faced all alone. And now in her forties she was still every bit as vibrant but her beauty now radiated from behind knowing eyes. Her mid-length strawberry blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail, which only caused her to look younger. She wore jeans that hugged her shapely body and a tank top beneath a crotched shrug.

Joyce snorted and then hugged and kissed Belinda and Peter.

“What’s in the bags?” Peter asked curiously.

Joyce bent down and scooped up the bags, depositing them on the breakfast bar.

“I got Jason some things to wear.” She withdrew item after item of clothing from jeans, to undershirts, socks, boxers and a belt.

“You’re a rockstar now, honey. So I found you some leather pants!”

Jason chuckled and took the pants, examining them. The smile froze on his face. They were skinny pants! People would see his junk—if his junk would even fit in them!

Peter watched with a straight face. “Those are nice Joyce. I think he should model them for us.”

Jason glared at him and Joyce dug into the bag.

“I got you a pair, too Peter. I thought maybe you two could wear them on your album cover or something.”

The innocent smile dropped from Peter’s face as he accepted the gift. Jason turned and kissed his mother happily.

“Thanks Mom. I won’t be able to wear these with my braces but I’ll try them on later. Peter can try his on now, though. Peter, put on the pants so we can see how they look.”

Joyce patted Peter’s cheek. “Yes, go put them on so that I can have them altered if necessary. They cost a lot of money so they should last for years. I hear good leather will grow with your body.”

Peter accepted the pants and wheeled quietly from the room.

Everyone went outside to relax in the garden. Belinda got the potatoes into the coals and she and Chase drank beers while everyone else had sweet tea. When Peter returned he was wearing the leather pants as if they were a pair of dance leggings and his face was beet red.

Joyce ran her hands down his legs. “Gosh, these are probably too tight. Do they hurt your crotch Peter?” She asked.

Belinda and Jason snickered quietly while Peter buried his hand in his lap to hide his crotch.

“Yeah, their a little tight there.”

“Peter,” Chase called from his seat in front of the fire pit, “go change out of those pants and put on something more comfortable.”

“Yeah, no one wants to see your beans and franks,” Jason called.

Peter was about to give him the finger when he remembered Jason’s mother. He quickly wheeled back into the house and was back within minutes dressed in jeans.

Jason’s twentieth birthday barbecue was a good time. The friends and family ate talked, and laughed and when Peter got his guitar they sang. Some sang better than others but they sounded best when their voices melded together as one. And after the steaks were eaten they roasted marshmallows and made smores and by the night’s end Joyce and Chase were laughing and reminiscing about the good things instead of dredging up memories about bad ones.

Peter and Belinda drove them to the airport the next morning. Although Robin was still tired from last night’s party she was anxious to see her Mom. She hadn’t been able to visit due to school. Her mother and stepfather had decided against a big wedding and had just tied the knot in Vegas where they had a short honeymoon.

Some might have called their romance fast but to anyone who knew Harry and Betty they knew that both had waited a long time to find each other.

“When you get back be ready to work, son.” Peter stated. “You’ve been slacking and we have an album to release in less than six months.”

“Two weeks and I promise my head will be back on track and we’ll jam out and have enough music for two albums. Akita might put back an album in the hole for us—or we can market it to Second Life or Cartoon Network.”

Peter’s eyes lit up. “Two albums?”

“Two.”

He kissed Jason right on the lips. Jason wiped his mouth and shook his head with a smile.

As he and Robin walked hand in hand through the terminal, Jason began to look tired. “Do you want a wheelchair?”