Chapter 6 #9
The theater room was a sight to behold. Plush leather recliners were arranged in a semi-circle, facing a massive screen that took up nearly the entire wall. The walls were adorned with vintage movie posters, and a state-of-the-art sound system promised an immersive experience.
Kylee's eyes widened as she took in the room before her. "Damn, you have a movie theater in your house?" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of surprise and admiration.
Rio chuckled, running a hand through his tousled hair. "Yeah, this is what rock star money does," he said, a playful smirk on his lips.
Kylee laughed, the sound warm and infectious. “Well, I could get used to this,” she said, sinking into one of the recliners. Rio joined her, picking up a remote from the side table and starting the movie. The room darkened, and the screen flickered to life, casting a soft glow over their faces.
As the opening credits rolled, Rio found his gaze drawn to Kylee.
Her profile was illuminated by the flickering light of the screen, her lips slightly parted, her eyes reflecting the moving images. She was breathtaking, and just staring at her made his dick rock hard. He shifted in his seat, trying to adjust himself discreetly, but Kylee noticed.
She turned to him, her eyes meeting his. A slow smile spread across her face as she reached out, her hand resting on his thigh. “Is that for me?” she laughed. Rio nodded, his breath hitching as her hand moved higher, brushing against his erection.
This time, Kylee initiated the sex. She leaned in, her lips meeting his in a fierce kiss. Rio responded immediately, his hands tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss. Kylee's tongue explored his mouth, teasing and tasting, before she pulled back, her eyes dark with desire.
Rio picked her up effortlessly, his hands gripping her ass as he lifted her.
Kylee wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms looping around his neck.
He carried her to the front of the room, setting her down on the edge of the small stage that housed the screen.
The movie played out behind them, the actors' voices a distant murmur as Rio and Kylee became lost in their own world.
Rio knelt before her, his hands sliding up her thighs, pushing her skirt up to reveal her lace-trimmed panties. He could see the damp spot already forming, evidence of her arousal.
He looked up at her, a wicked grin on his face. "You're already wet for me, aren't you?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
Kylee bit her lip, nodding. "Yes," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper.
Rio hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down and off, tossing them aside.
He pushed her thighs apart, revealing her glistening pussy.
He leaned in, his tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path up her inner thigh, making her shiver with anticipation.
When his tongue finally made contact with her pussy, Kylee gasped, her hands gripping the edge of the chair.
Rio took his time, his tongue exploring every fold, every crevice.
He circled her clit, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bundle of nerves, making her moan.
He slid two fingers into her, her wetness allowing them to glide in easily.
He pumped them in and out, his tongue continuing its relentless assault on her clit.
Kylee's loud moans filled the room, her hips moving in time with Rio's fingers.
She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as Rio brought her closer and closer to the edge.
Just as she was about to come, Rio pulled back, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Not yet,” he said, his voice a low growl. “I want to be inside you when you cum.”
Kylee, her body aching with need, didn't wait for him to make the next move.
She pushed him back, her hands going to his belt, unbuckling it quickly.
She unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers, revealing his throbbing dick.
She wrapped her hand around it, her thumb brushing against the pre-cum already leaking from the tip.
Rio groaned, his head falling back as Kylee stroked him, her hand moving up and down his shaft. She leaned in, her tongue circling the head of his dick, licking up the pre-cum. Rio's hands fisted in her hair, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
Kylee pulled back, a wicked smile on her face. She pushed Rio down onto the floor, straddling him. She positioned herself over his dick, her hand guiding it to her entrance. She sank down to his dick She moaned, her head falling back as she took him in completely.
Rio's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
Kylee began to move, her hips rising and falling as she rode him.
She leaned forward, her hands resting on his chest, her nails digging into his skin.
Rio thrust up into her, meeting her movements, their bodies slapping together.
The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, their moans and gasps echoing off the walls. Kylee's body tensed, her inner muscles clenching around Rio's dick as her orgasm washed over her.
She cried out, her nails digging into Rio's chest, leaving red marks.
Rio followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing as he came, filling her with his hot cum.
Kylee collapsed onto his chest, her body slick with sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Rio's arms wrapped around her, holding her when they finished. Nothing like what Jake did.
Kylee stayed tucked against Rio’s shoulder, the silence between them thick and full of unspoken things.
Rio finally broke the quiet. “You want to know something kinda fucked up?” he said softly, staring ahead.
“I’ve never been in love. Not in the way people write songs about.
Not in the way that makes you feel like you can’t breathe when someone’s not in the room.
” He looked down at her now, voice low and honest. “Until now.”
Kylee’s breath caught. “Rio…”
He didn’t let her deflect. “No, let me say this. I don’t ever want you to leave.
Not just because of the sex, or the way you look in that leather bodysuit, or the way you say my name when you're teasing.” He half-smiled, but it was full of feeling.
“I want all of you. The mom. The woman who keeps everyone fed and sane. The woman who still laughs after everything she’s been through.
” He stood up then, pacing just a step before turning to face her.
“Go back. Get your Kids. Come back to me.” His voice cracked a little. “Let’s make this something real. Make it ours. I’ll build you a life here that no one can tear down. No more secrets, no more half-lives.”
Kylee blinked hard, heart racing. She wasn’t ready for this kind of pull, this kind of certainty from a man she barely knew, but somehow knew her. “You don’t even know if my kids would like you,” she said, voice shaking between nerves and disbelief.
Rio knelt in front of her, eyes steady. “I don’t care how long it takes, I’ll earn it. You, them, all of it. I want a life with you, Kylee. Not just nights in bed.”
Kylee bit her lip, feeling her heart thunder.
The fear. The desire. The freedom. The terrifying possibility that this might actually be what real love feels like.
His words were so raw, so certain they hit her like a tidal wave.
A man like Rio Riot, standing in front of her, asking for her chaos, her kids, her complications.
“Rio…” she said quietly, wrapping her arms around herself. Her voice trembled as she spoke, “I need time.”
He straightened, the hopeful smile flickering on his face.
“I’m not saying no,” she continued quickly, “I.. Just… This is a lot. My life is a mess, Rio. I’ve got three kids.
A cheating husband. A life I’ve spent years building just to survive.
And now you’re asking me to walk away from all of that and start over?
Just like that? You’re this… this wildfire,” she said, her hand gesturing to all of him, “and I’ve been living in smoke and ashes for so long.
Being around you makes me feel alive again.
Desired. But I can’t make a decision this big without thinking it through.
I owe that to my kids. And I owe that to myself. ”
Rio nodded, stepping closer, placing a hand gently on her waist. “I get it. I’m not trying to rush you. I just needed you to know where I stand. I’m not playing around with you, Kylee.”
She looked up into his eyes wild, warm, wanting. “I know.”
He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “Take the time you need. Just promise me you’ll come back.”
Kylee didn’t answer right away. Her hand slid up to rest on his chest. “I promise… I’ll think about it.”
Later that night, they laid in bed together, bodies bare beneath the sheets, not from lust this time but from trust. The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the Hollywood night and the occasional shift of the wind through the trees outside his open balcony doors.
Kylee laid on her side, facing Rio. Her hand rested gently on his chest, rising and falling with every slow, steady breath.
“Tell me something real,” she whispered.
He turned to her, eyes softer than she’d ever seen them.
“Something real, huh?” he repeated, thinking for a moment.
“I grew up in a two-bedroom apartment in Detroit. My mom worked three jobs. My dad left before I could even say his name. I used to fall asleep listening to her cry behind her bedroom door. That’s how I learned to sing trying to drown it out. ”
Kylee blinked, tears pooling in her eyes. “I didn’t know that.”
“Not many do,” he said with a shrug. “They just see the stage version of me. Rio Riot. But I'm still just some kid who got lucky and turned his pain into noise.”
“You’re more than that,” she whispered.
He looked at her. “What about you? What made you Kylee?”
She hesitated, then exhaled. "Born and raised in New Orleans. Married Jake right out of high school. Had Jake Jr. at 16. Moved to Idaho at 20 away from my family for Jake to open his clinic. Two more babies followed, and somewhere along the way I disappeared. I stopped being me and started being everyone else’s everything.
And the crazy part? I didn’t even notice until I caught my husband screwing some young hot slut. ”
Rio reached for her hand and laced his fingers through hers. “You're not invisible anymore, Idaho,” he said gently. “Not here. Not with me.”
They stayed like that, talking in whispers until their voices faded into sleep, tangled in each other's warmth.
The next morning, sunlight poured into the room, golden and soft. Kylee was already dressed when Rio stirred beside her, bare-chested and rumpled. He looked at her, eyes a little sad. “You really are leaving me?” he murmured, rubbing the sleep from his face.
She nodded with a small, forced smile. "I have to."
He drove her to the airport himself. No security.
No assistant. Just the two of them and the low hum of his car cutting through the morning quiet.
They stopped at a little diner tucked off the freeway, nothing fancy, just pancakes and coffee and the comfort of pretending they were normal for a minute.
Over breakfast, he reached across the table, gripping her hand tightly. “Please come back,” he said, voice raw. “Don’t let this be the last time I see you.”
Kylee looked at him, eyes filled with everything she couldn’t say.
“I’ll try.” she whispered.
He nodded, trying not to show how much he hated that answer. They didn’t say goodbye at the airport gate just one last, lingering kiss in the car, her hand pressed to his cheek.
Kylee sat by the window of the private jet, her fingers curled around a steaming mug of herbal tea the flight attendant had brought her. The clouds stretched out below her like a cotton highway, but her mind wasn’t on the sky. It was still back in L.A.
She let her head rest against the leather headrest, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment as flashes of the last few days replayed behind her eyelids Rio’s smirk when he first saw her at the mansion, the tension-filled swim in his pool, the way his hands felt on her hips during that long, slow kiss backstage.
That song. Idaho Sunshine. Her name was never spoken, but knowing it was all about her.
And then… The sex. The Sex was so magical.
She exhaled, her thighs instinctively pressing together at the memory.
Not because of what they did, but how it made her feel.
Seen. Desired. Worshipped. She opened her eyes, staring blankly out the window.
She was excited to see her babies. But Jake?
The thought of him made her stomach tighten and not in a good way.
He’d probably be annoyed. Passive aggressive.
Say something about how hard it was with her gone. How Rachel had been blowing up his phone about hours and money. Then he’d want to pretend none of it ever happened. He always did.
Kylee shook her head. It wasn’t about Rio’s money.
Jake had money. They lived in a nice house.
She drove a nice car. But Rio made her feel something Jake never had.
Jake made her feel like a chore like being her husband was an obligation, not a gift.
Rio looked at her like she was art. Touched her like she was a blessing.
Spoke to her like she was worth listening to.
He didn’t think anything about her was gross.
Not her body, not her past, not her emotions. Not even her most vulnerable moment.
Jake thought going down on her was nasty. But fucking his receptionist on a dirty office desk wasn’t? She felt her jaw tighten. The truth was simple. She just wasn’t sure what came next. But she knew one thing. She wanted to go back to Rio.