33. Robbie
ROBBIE
There isn’t a surface in this cottage that we haven’t desecrated.
I’d feel somewhat guilty if it wasn’t for the girl curled on my chest in the bed we finally got round to finding, her hair tickling my nose.
I should have known that a woman with two songwriting Grammy’s would have a creative imagination.
“Cassie?” I ask quietly, breaking the silence.
“Hmm?”
“Whose house is this?”
She chuckles, her head falling on my chest. “Well, I think it’s mine for the next two weeks.”
“Oh, that’s okay then.” I nod, tilting my head back. “At least we don’t have to worry about the neighbors.” I trace my fingers along the outside of her arm. “So…I take it you’re going to camp out here for a few weeks.”
Cassie sits up straighter, the sheet that was wrapped around the both of us falling to the curve of her hip, a dusky pink nipple exposed to the cool air. “I think so. I’ve invited Danny down for a few days. See if we can make something.”
I cast my mind back to the party, trying to remember which one Danny is. “Do you guys work together a lot?”
“Yeah. A few years back, I split with my old team in a blaze of glory. My parents actually let me. But in hindsight, I think they expected it to be a flaming disaster and I’d come crying to them for help, but I’m pretty stubborn when I want to be.
” She rolls her eyes, and I clutch her to me tighter, her leg slotting between mine.
“The freedom was nice for a while, until I had both of them in my ear day after day, waiting for me to back down and come crawling back. Then Danny suddenly revealed he was like this super music genius, and I finally had a teammate rather than a boss. I work on my own sometimes, but when I’m stuck, he can usually help me out. ”
“Are you still stuck now?”
“I was, for a while.” She runs her finger down my nose, letting the pad of her forefinger rest on the tip of my lip. I playfully nibble at the end as she yelps. “But I think I might have some ideas left in me.” She bites her lip. “Turns out having a break is actually a bit inspiring.”
“So…” I can’t stop my grin. “What I’m hearing is I was right the whole time.”
She rolls her eyes with a laugh. “No, I don’t think that’s what I said actually.”
“Hmm,” I prop my head up on my arm. “No, that’s definitely what I heard.
You said ‘Robbie, you’re so right, I needed to let myself be open to inspiration and go with you to the ‘Land of Song’, so now I’m going to write a record-breaking album and dedicate it to you.
” I accompany it with a wave of my hand that sets her off in a peal of giggles.
“We’ll have to see about the breaking records part at least.”
“For now,” I insist. My smile is so wide it makes my cheeks hurt as I close the distance between us and take her lips in mine again.
Reluctantly, I pull back before I get carried away. “When will Danny get here?”
“Tomorrow.”
I nod my head slowly. One of her curls has fallen in front of her face, catching in her long eye lashes. I gently tug it free, letting the curl spiral around my finger before placing it over her shoulder and brushing the soft skin at the base of her neck. “I need to get back to training, Cass.”
“Oh.” She bites her lip. “When?”
“Tomorrow evening.” I have never, ever, wanted to miss a day of training more than I do right this second. For the longest time, a bed has only ever been something I have to get out of in the morning to get on the pitch, but now I never want to leave this one. “I wish I could stay here with you.”
“As much as I would love that”—she scratches at my chest—“you have, like, so many goals to score.”
“This is true.”
Cassie glances away from me across the room, a calculating look in her eye. “And in the meantime, we have at least eighteen hours and two rooms left.” She wiggles her eyebrows and I can’t help the laugh that rumbles from my chest.
I easily flip our position until I’m buried in the cradle of her thighs. Neither of us bothered pulling any clothes back on, so my cock rubs up against her slick pussy.
“I think we can make that work.” I catch her laugh with my mouth.
She tilts her hips and it’s almost second nature for me to slip inside, her warmth welcoming me with every brush of her tongue against mine.
It isn’t the rushed, dirty sex from earlier, but a slower, softer joining.
I finally bury myself to the hilt and let my head fall on her shoulder.
I’ve already come more times than I can count, and I’m close again already.
“You have a magical pussy,” I mumble into the skin of her neck.
Her laugh rings around the room as she twines her legs around my back, trapping me close to her.
“Robbie?” she asks quietly.
“Yeah, trouble?” I could stay here forever, surrounded by her.
She’s silent for so long I think she’s fallen asleep. I lift my head and gently nudge her nose with mine. “Cass?”
“Are you going to move?”
The house is like a rabbit warren, with corridor after corridor leading to more rooms than I’ve ever seen in a building quaintly named a ‘cottage’.
Night has blanketed the latticed windows, the sky outside an endless field of darkness.
As I stand at the kitchen counter, I can only see my reflection in the glass, hair mussed from Cassie’s fingers and naked chest scratched by her nails.
I can’t stop the grin that pulls at my mouth as I pull two mugs with tiny handles down from the cupboard.
I can barely hook one finger through. A soft noise echoes down the hallway, and I follow it like a siren’s song.
By the time I make it to the basement, the music is almost fully formed. It’s a melody that I’ve never heard before, but I feel like there’s a part of me that’s known it all my life.
The tea in my hand is burning my knuckles, but I wait in the open doorway of the studio.
I’ve been in mansions and palaces, trained in the best facilities in the world, but I’ve only ever seen the tiny recording studios on TV.
The studio is small, an array of complicated-looking buttons and switches taking up the desk underneath the window that looks out onto the booth.
It’s probably big enough for at least six people with instruments and microphones, but today it’s just Cassie sat at a piano stool, head tilted down as her fingers fly across the keys.
Her fingers freeze, the music halting before she repeats the notes, eyes closed as she listens out for what only she can hear.
I could stand here all day and watch her.
“Are you going to bring my tea in or am I supposed to watch it get cold?” She doesn’t open her eyes as she speaks, doesn’t stop playing.
“Are you allowed drinks in here?” I ask as I step over the threshold of the booth. It’s strange; it’s so quiet that I can only hear the blood rushing in my ears and the keys of the piano.
“You’d be surprised what you’re allowed to do in a recording booth,” Cassie says with a sly smile as she finally pulls her hands off the keys.
She leans back as I approach, her long hair dangling off the back of the stool as she tilts her head towards me.
I gently place the tea on the top of the piano and crowd her on the bench, letting my palms rest on the stool beside her.
“Do you know the song ‘Rocket Queen’ by Guns N' Roses?”
“Hmm,” I press a kiss to her neck. “It’s BBM 111. Bicep curls.”
She laughs, a breathy moan as I gently bite at her pulse point.
“Axl Rose wanted real sex noises, so he brought a girl into the booth and had sex with her in front of a microphone.”
“Oh yeah?” I move my hands from the stool to rest on her hips as her hand comes up to curl around my neck.
“Hmm.” She nods before she drags my head away from her neck and presses her lips to mine.
“I liked what you were playing.”
Cassie turns back to the keys. “It’s just something that’s stuck in my head.
The music always comes first for me, and then the lyrics come after.
” She shrugs slightly. “It used to drive my old team crazy, because they wanted to get producers to create the beats and then we could add some lyrics on top. They used to pitch me loads of melodies and riffs and expected me to write some profound—but catchy!—words on top. I spent years trying to follow the rules and do what I was told, but now…” She runs her hands along the keys, her rings catching on the ivory. “Now I can do what works for me.”
I press a kiss to her hair. “Causing trouble.”
She laughs as she tilts her head up to me.
“Always.” She captures my lips in a kiss and I widen it, pressing my tongue into her mouth.
I fist my hand in her hair, her silky curls slipping between each finger as I devour her mouth.
She whimpers slightly against me and I pull back just enough to press a final kiss to her lips before nudging her chin back towards the piano.
“Let me hear what you’re working on.” I keep my head buried in the crook of her neck as I press a kiss behind her ear. She’s only wearing my t-shirt. It fits just below her ass and hangs off her shoulder, so I trace the collar with my lips.
“Robbie,” she whimpers.
“Keep playing, trouble,” I command in her ear.
She takes a steadying breath as her hands return to the keys, her nails clicking against the ivory as she starts playing the song I heard as I walked in. It’s slow and melodic, and she’s doing a good job of remembering the notes as I let my teeth gently graze against her skin.
I finally let my hands loosen in her hair, instead exploring her body. Her back is ramrod straight, her head still tilted, giving me access to her throat.
I cup her breast in my hand, lightly stroking the pebbled nipple, and her fingers slip on the keys.
“Uh uh,” I tut. “Start again.”
“Robbie,” she says in a low voice.
“Start again.”
She takes a deep breath as she starts over, and I keep my hands where they are, cupping each of her perfect tits in my hands. I can feel her breaths quicken.
Underneath the piano, her legs are moving on the pedals.
“What are the pedals for?” I mumble in her ear.
“They’re—” She swallows. “This one sustains the notes.” She lets her foot drop, and the music lingers in the air. “And this one dampens the sound.” The room is still eerily quiet outside of her music and the heavy breaths she’s sucking in.
My hands slowly roam from her breasts, teasing the edges of my t-shirt. “Do you need both?”
Cassie takes a sharp breath, my implication clear.
She shakes her head slightly, rolling until it’s resting on my shoulder, her eager mouth searching for mine.
I allow her a kiss, swallowing her whimper as I tug at the material of her shirt, only breaking the kiss when I lift the fabric over her head. I discard it on the floor at her feet, and now she’s completely naked, perched on the edge of the piano stool.
“Keep playing, trouble.” I gently clasp her thigh and tug until its stretched across the seat, her bare toes on her other foot barely reaching the pedal.
I slide my hand up her thigh, pressing my lips to the juncture of her neck.
Her chest heaves, and her heavy breasts rise and fall with the motion, but she keeps her fingers moving across the keys.
With one hand, I slowly reach the patch of neat curls in between her thighs, my other hand gently cupping her breast. She hits a key, a discordant note echoing through the room.
I tut and let my hand drift back from her thigh, away from where she needs me.
She whines but immediately starts playing again, a mindless tune that still sounds magical.
“Good girl,” I purr in her ear as I finally place my fingers where she wants me. I spread my fingers through her wetness, and she leans her head back against my shoulder. I curl my finger inside, gently strumming her clit with my thumb, and her foot slips off the pedal with a thud.
“Robbie,” she gasps as she tilts her hips, chasing my hand as I plunge in and out of her wetness.
“Keep playing, Cassie.” I press a kiss to her temple.
She shakes her head, her hands resting heavily on the keys. “I can’t.”
“Yes you can, baby,” I tell her, and she finally starts moving again. I’m biased and think anything she plays sounds beautiful, but I’m in awe of how she can keep playing even whilst I’m doing this. “You’re doing so well.”
My cock is straining in my boxers, but I can’t take my hands away from what I’m doing. I want to stay here forever, kneeling behind her piano stool as she comes apart in my arms.
“Oh, I’m—” She breaks off with a whimper as her body clenches, and she tightens around me. I press kisses against her temple, her jaw, until she finally claims my lips with hers. Her tongue finds mine, and she reaches behind her, teasing against the waistband of my shorts.
With an eager growl, I grab her hips and lift her to standing, hooking her leg across the piano keys with a discordant noise. I kick the stool out of the way and in seconds, I slide home in a single thrust and almost lose my vision.
I fist her hair loosely in my fist and use my other hand to find her clit until she shakes apart in my arms once again. I’m so tightly wound and she’s so deliciously warm that when I come, my legs almost give out.
We take a few heaving breaths before I gently ease her leg back to standing and sweep her into my arms.
“Hmm.” She nestles into my chest as I carry her out of the room. “I’m definitely putting that song on the album.”
I chuckle as I press a kiss to her temple and carry her directly to the bedroom.