Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
River
When we left the stage, we were all beyond excited. A gold record? Who the fuck would have imagined it a year ago?
Kit handed out towels and ice-cold water to all of us as we left the stage. I was last off after tossing the remaining guitar picks in my pockets to the crowd, and when I stopped in front of Kit, he wrapped a towel around my neck and kissed me gently. “I’m so proud of you.”
He opened a bottle of water and handed it to me, and I downed it in one gulp. “Thank you. I had no idea this was happening,” I said as I pointed to the framed gold record leaning against the railing by Nate.
“Me either. I wasn’t too surprised when Nate showed up, but I had no idea what that other woman was doing here. Hey, congratulations! You wanna party with the guys?” Kit asked.
I scanned his sexy body in a pair of khaki shorts, a band T-shirt, and sneakers. His hair was up in a tight bun, and he was all I wanted. “Did you forget what I asked you earlier?”
He chuckled. “How could I?” He untucked his T-shirt to cover the burgeoning tent in the front of his shorts and took my hand, leading us through the VIP crowd to the parking area. We found the red Peterbilt, and he unlocked the truck, the two of us climbing up.
Kit engaged the auxiliary battery to turn on the air conditioning in the sleeper compartment. As I peeled off my sweat-soaked shirt, I stopped when I caught a whiff. “I should go take a shower on the bus. I smell pretty ripe.”
I started to grab my backpack from the rack over the nightstand where I kept it when Kit stepped closer to me, his bare chest rubbing against the skin on my back, the sparse curls tickling my flesh.
“You smell incredible to me.” He licked the sweat off my neck and gently bit me, sending a shiver skittering across my overheated skin.
“Strip,” he ordered as he closed the blinds in the cab and quickly did some stripping of his own.
I hurriedly worked the leather pants down my thighs. I’d skipped underwear when I’d dressed for the concert because the pants were too tight already. The cool air on my throbbing cock was welcomed.
Kit unlocked a drawer beside the bed and pulled out condoms and lube, tossing them on the bed before he climbed in. We’d used the lube more than once, but the condom box was unopened.
Fumbling with it for a few seconds, Kit gave up and ripped the box in half. Condom strips went everywhere, and I laughed. “That’s ambitious, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to take more than one pounding today.”
He gathered up the loose foils and tossed them on the floor after ripping one off and handing it to me. “Hang on to that for a minute.” He squirted lube on his fingers and grinned at me.
Before I knew what was happening, Kit had me on my hands and knees, and a slick finger slid between my ass cheeks. He was kissing down my spine and slowly plunging his finger inside before pulling it out to swirl around my entrance, sparking every nerve ending. “Oh, god, baby, that feels so good.”
Kit continued licking and nibbling my neck and back as a second slick finger breached me. “I refuse to hurt you, so let’s make sure you’re good and loose.”
Hell, if I were any looser, my arms would fall off. “Feels so fucking good,” I groaned as finger number three joined the party.
A minute later, I gasped, “I’m ready… Please, I don’t want to wait anymore.”
Kit slapped my right ass cheek and laughed. “Put that thing on me.”
He rolled onto his back and helped me straddle his thighs. “I love you, and if you feel any pain, stop. Let’s start out with you on top of me so you can go at your own pace.”
I chuckled and cocked an eyebrow. “Ride a cowboy?”
Kit gently wrapped a slick hand around my cock, which had started to flag at my nerves regarding the idea of sinking down that huge pole between his legs.
I slid the condom down his shaft, and he squeezed a lot of lube on the tip, which I slathered over the condom before he tossed the lube on the bed and continued working my cock as I moved forward and placed my hands on his chest.
With his left hand, he steadied his dick behind me, and I slowly dropped my ass, inching down his hardness until the hair on his groin met my ass cheeks. The trip down had burned a little, but the fullness was incredible.
Kit was holding his breath, which made me laugh. “You okay?”
He shook his head. “I’m about ready to explode, sweetheart. Fuck, it feels good.”
I slid up and then down again, using my legs for leverage to move on him. The sensation was unbelievable. It was so much better than I’d thought it would be.
Kit propped himself on his elbows and watched his cock disappear inside of me. “Fuck, that’s sexy. You okay?”
Nodding, moving faster as desire swept through me. “God, it feels so good.”
“Come on me, Riv. I wanna feel your hot spunk on me.” He reclined, and his hand went back to stroking my cock, driving me faster to my release.
“Fuck, I’m gonna—” Cum shot out of my dick, spraying all over his abs, and suddenly, I felt his cock throb in my ass as he sat up and held my face in his hands.
“River, I love you, and if we never do this again, I’m fine, but thank you for…for loving me. I’ll work up to returning the gift to you, I promise.”
He didn’t have to give me anything but his love, and I firmly believed I had an endless supply of that.
“Hi, Mom.”
We were in the catering area to eat after Kit and I went to the large bathhouse to clean up before we joined the others. Mom called while I was standing in line for the buffet, so I walked away from the noise.
“What’s going on? Skyler called Hope, and he was upset.
Did you boys fire Marshall Kensington as your agent?
” Mom sounded pissed, which wasn’t a surprise.
She’d do anything to keep Hope and Regal happy, but Kensington was only on the fringe of our crazy family.
He was Skyler’s brother-in-law, and Sandy didn’t seem to like the guy that much either.
“We did because he wasn’t doing his damn job. For the money he makes from us, he should be kissing our asses, Mom. Not the other way around.” Now, I was getting pissed.
“Well, Regal says he’s a great manager. They used him—”
“When they were doing their has-been tour. Sure, Marshall could handle that, but he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing when it comes to operating on our level.
It’s not any of Regal’s business who we hire and who we fire.
” My voice was raised, and as I glanced around, I saw that people were staring, but I didn’t give a damn.
“What’s wrong?” Kit asked as he stood next to me with two bottles of beer. I took one and chugged.
“Regal and Skyler are pissed because we fired Marsh,” I said, not caring that Mom could hear me. Words were on the tip of Kit’s tongue, I could tell, but he took a sip of his beer instead.
“Mom, Marshall was worthless on the tour. He was doing other shit more than he was around, and when we got arrested, we couldn’t even find him,” I said.
“Arrested! Why did you get arrested, River?”
Shit! I hadn’t meant to share that with her. “Mom, it doesn’t matter. We’re not in serious trouble. We’ll just have to pay a fine, okay? But it doesn’t matter. He’s supposed to be there to deal with anything that happens with us, and Kit had to step in and help us.”
“Kit? Who’s Kit?”
That’s why I should have called my mother sooner. She got her news filtered through Regal, and I doubted that he ever told a complete story. The fact that Hope and Mom believed everything he said blew my mind.
“Kit is my boyfriend and our equipment hauler. He takes the band’s instruments, mics, speakers, and our backdrop from city to city. He’s an amazing man, and I can’t wait for you to meet him. I’m going to move in with him.”
Kit smiled before he kissed my forehead.
“This sounds serious. I don’t think you should make such a rash decision after only knowing him for a few weeks,” Mom said.
“Nope. You don’t get to decide anything for me. I moved in with you temporarily because I didn’t want to deal with Marshall as a landlord. I’ve found where I want to be, and it’s with Kit.”
I had no doubts about my decision to move in with Kit. The two weeks in August had proved to me that he was my home and with him was the only place for me, regardless of where we lived.
Mom sniffed. “Okay, River. If you’re sure. You’ll still come see me, right?”
“Of course we will. You’re still my mom, and I love you. I met Kit’s dad, and much like his son, he’s a great man.”
“I’m happy for you, sweetie, really. It was just nice to have you living here again. Where does Kit live?”
“Just outside Los Angeles. Dockweiler Beach. He has a cottage there. It’ll be closer to LA for work, so that’s a plus.” It would be nice not to have to deal with Regal on a regular basis.
“Oh, and ‘I’ll Find You’ went gold. We were presented with the gold record as a surprise at the show. It was so cool, Mom. The crowd loved us,” I said, even though she hadn’t asked about the show.
I wasn’t upset that Mom wasn’t too interested in my career because I knew she worried I'd fall into some of the same traps Regal and his band had when they were popular. But with Kit in my life, I had no worries about following their path of destruction.
Kit had been the one to help us figure out where we were going wrong and put us on a better path.
We all started working out, playing flag football games or three-on-three basketball tournaments against the roadies and the security team when we were between gigs.
On nights off, if we didn’t have a gig the next day, we smoked a little—Coaster seemed to have an endless stash of Grade-A weed, and Kit would hang out with us to make sure we didn’t do anything stupid.
“I’m so glad, son. Do you want to talk to your father?” Mom asked.
No. “I would, but I need to be somewhere right now. I’ll call you tomorrow. Love you.” I hung up before she could make an argument for me to speak to Regal.
I didn’t hate the man, but he wasn’t one of my favorite people, and he seemed to thrive on making sure I knew I’d never be as good at anything as him.
I heard him do the same to Skyler when we were reworking “Bury Me” for the movie that came out earlier in the year, and I learned from my brother that when you have the right person in your life, you don’t need toxic people to make you doubt your value.
With Kit, I’d found what I needed—support, advice, affection, understanding, and best of all, love. As long as he was with me on my rock-and-roll journey, I wouldn’t need anything else.
Kit was my fire, and it was no accident.