Chapter Twenty-One
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Dallas
Four Days Later
Cash was used to hectic weeks, but from the moment his jet had landed in the private airport just outside of Dallas, he had been overwhelmed with obligations, both public and private. In spite of his hectic schedule, he’d called Becky every morning and each night before going to sleep, even if it was just a quick hello. It was an alien feeling to truly miss someone.
It was late Friday afternoon, and the day had been spent at the giant venue. There had been sound checks, lighting checks, technical crews making sure their magic would be magical, including a last minute addition to his encore. Hundreds of people scurried around the stadium doing a multitude of tasks, ensuring the ninety-minute Cash Colt concert would go off without a hitch. Sam had arrived late Wednesday night, and though he’d been at the venue throughout the day, Cash had barely seen or talked to him.
Sitting in the back of the limo, exhausted from the week’s frantic activity and the long day at the stadium, Cash was five minutes away from the hotel when his personal phone rang. When he saw Becky’s name, his heart skipped a beat.
“Hi, are you here?” he asked eagerly. “Did you land?”
“Yes, we’ve just arrived,” she said quietly, “and I had a brainstorm on the flight, which was fantastic by the way. Thank you. It was such a thrill to fly in a private jet, especially with dad and Auntie Joan.”
“You’re welcome. What’s the idea?”
“You were right, they’re an item. I can’t believe I didn’t see it. Anyway, I thought I’d say the two-bedroom suite you booked for us, is for them. Then they can carry on the pretense and tell me when they’re ready.”
“So, you didn’t tell your father you’ll be staying with me tomorrow night, and this is how you’re going to, as I think you put it, make it happen.”
“I haven’t told him anything, and maybe I won’t. If he asks, I’ll tell him you’ve arranged a room for me.”
“Leave it with me. I’m just pulling up to the hotel now. My suite number is 2121. Come up when you’re settled. There’ll be a guard outside the elevator and my door, but they’ll have your name.”
“Cody?”
“Yes?”
“I can’t wait to see you.”
“Me too,” he said, softening his voice. “One thing, when we’re around other people remember to call me Cash. Please pass that along to your father and Auntie Joan.”
“Will do. See you soon, Cash.”
“Yes, you will, sweet girl.”
The car had pulled to the curb, and Cash waited for the chauffeur and doorman. The paparazzi were dogging him, and he had to run across the narrow pavement into the hotel. As he stood waiting for the elevator, other hotel guests stared, and one brave soul asked for his autograph. He didn’t mind, but he was tired, and entering his suite he flopped on the couch and called Sam.
“Hey, Cash, you just caught me, what’s up?”
“I know I’m supposed to be at Digby’s Club tonight, but I need a break, and Becky just arrived.”
“I’ll take care of it, no problem.”
“Thanks. Just tell everyone I’m resting up. What’s happening with Marilyn?”
“Prepare yourself. I want her in an environment where I can maintain control, so I hired her.”
“You hired her?” Cash repeated. “You’re a brave man.”
“She’s conniving and cunning, but she’s easy. Her unpredictability makes her predictable.”
“If you say so, but she’s not coming tomorrow night, I hope.”
“Oh, no! She’s learning the ropes of the personal management business under my expert tutelage, and I told her your gig was off-limits.”
“Thank you. When she drinks, anything can happen. I just want a great show tomorrow night, followed by a quiet week at my ranch.”
“We’re still meeting Sunday afternoon, right? With Becky and her father?”
“Absolutely.”
“I’m looking forward to that. Have a happy reunion, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Ending the call and quickly contacting Andrew’s assistant, Cody instructed her to change the names on the reservation for the two-bedroom suite to David Turner, then ambling into the large bathroom, he stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower.
As the water splashed over him, he was consumed with thoughts of the upcoming concert. Playing on his home turf in such a huge venue, with tens of thousands of people on their feet, dancing and screaming, was a lifelong dream. To make it even sweeter, he’d met a woman who made his heart sing, and she’d be there.
Stepping from the shower and toweling off, he rubbed his head briskly. With Becky he could share the things that filled his soul. Riding out together, and sharing the serenity of the open spaces, perhaps even making music together in his studio. There was also the dark, delicious, decadence of his dominant spirit, and the path of submission down which he would guide her. Just the thought sent a sensual shiver through his loins.
But even as he considered the joys his future offered, there remained the looming question of her career. Long hours recording, the fair circuit, the interviews and personal appearances, but his pondering was interrupted by a loud knock. Quickly pulling on a fresh pair of jeans, he hurried into the living room and he broke into a smile. She was standing just inside the door, a large suitcase by her side.
“Well, hi,” he exclaimed, marching up to her.
“Hi, yourself, handsome,” she beamed. “The door was unlocked, I hope—”
But he hugged her before she could finish, and as her cotton shirt brushed his chest, he ached to feel skin against skin.
“It’s so good to see you,” he purred, then pulled back and stared into her sparkling blue eyes.
“Cash, when we checked in, he asked about my room. I’m so sick of the secrecy and lies, I told him I was staying with you.”
“What did he say?”
“He looked kind of embarrassed and said I was an adult and it was up to me.”
“You are,” he exclaimed, releasing her and picking up her suitcase, “but I suspect he had a hard time saying that. Come into the bedroom.”
“There’s a bit more,” she said as she followed him. “I started to tell him about Roy, but he held up his hand and said he could add two and two, and he didn’t want to hear the gory details. That made me feel a bit weird. But then, believe it or not, he said he was sorry I didn’t think I could tell him things. I hugged him and told him it was okay, so, yeah, everything’s good now.”
“That’s great,” Cody declared, placing her bag on the bench seat at the foot of the bed.
“Better than great. I feel free, amazingly, wonderfully free, and Cody,” she continued, lowering her voice and sliding her arms around his neck, “I’ve been aching for you all week. Do you have anywhere you need to be?”
“Nowhere except right here, with you,” he whispered.
“I’m going to take a shower. Don’t go anywhere.”
“You have no idea the thoughts that have been consuming me,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck. “Make it quick.”
* * *
As Becky headed into the bathroom, Cody retrieved his phones, turned them off, then marched to the door off the living room and instructed the guard he was not to be disturbed. Returning to the bedroom, he closed the blackout curtains and switched on one small lamp, bathing the room in a soft, amber glow, then tuned the television to a station playing soft rock. As he pulled off his jeans and climbed between the sheets, he heard the shower stop. Rolling on his side, he stared at the door expectantly. Endless seconds ticked by, and when it opened, Becky appeared with the white hotel robe draped around her body. He watched, almost mesmerized, as she slowly walked towards him, sliding it off and letting it fall to the floor.
He soaked in the sight of her.
She was a woman, luscious, curvy, and sexy as hell.
Sliding in next to him, she pressed her body against his and wrapped her arms around him.
“Cody, I’ve been thinking about this all week,” she murmured, her lips at his ear.
“Me too, and it’s been very distracting,” he softly replied. “I was at a news conference with the band, all kinds of questions were being asked, and I was daydreaming about you. I think I’m going to have to spank you for that.”
“You are not,” she purred, kissing his shoulders and moving up to his mouth.
“Because...?” he groaned as his cock stiffened.
“Because I said so.”
Suddenly grabbing her around the waist, he moved her on to her back, then swiftly moved her wrists to either side of her head and held her down.
“Becky, are we about to have a little power struggle?”
“Call it what you will,” she quipped with a sassy grin.
Dropping his head he kissed her neck, then traveled his lips to her breasts, licking and nipping, then lightly sucking. Her moans of pleasure increased as he journeyed to her stomach, pulling her wrists with him as he chased her skin, and gripping them tightly when his tongue teased at the top of her thighs. Hastily spreading her legs, she raised her pelvis inviting him to visit her sex, but he ignored the request, cruising his kisses along her inner thighs, landing only a whisper of his breath as his mouth passed her pussy.
“Please, Cody?”
“Please what?” he asked quietly, lifting his head.
“Kiss my clit, make love to me, everything, anything…”
“Does that mean you surrender?”
“God, yes.”
“I’ll spank you for distracting me.”
“Yes,” she panted, “whatever you want.”
Releasing her wrists, he moved his fingers to her velvet slit, delicately separating her swollen lips, and touched his tongue to her sacred nub. Slowly pressing and circling, guided by her gasps of pleasure, he increased the pressure, purposefully propelling her into a climax.
“Cody, I think—”
“No, no,” he declared, moving his mouth away. “Not yet.”
“ I can’t stand it.”
“You’re going to have to,” he replied, then lowering his head, he began sucking on her inner thighs.
She moaned and groaned and pleaded and sighed, until finally, kneeling up, he grabbed her ankles, flipped her on to her stomach, grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him. Admiring her full, naked backside, he smacked her lightly, then slipped a finger inside her soaked channel.
“Cody, please, make love to me.”
“I will,” he promised, shoving it in and out. “You just have to wait a minute or two,” then pushing further inside her, he searched out the sensitive area of her inner wall, eliciting a shocked cry.
“Cody, that’s incredible,” she gasped. “Absolutely…ooh…amazing…”
“You haven’t felt this before?” he asked softly.
“Never, please don’t stop.”
He massaged the magical spot for a few more seconds, then carefully withdrew and leaned across to his nightstand. Retrieving a condom from the drawer, he quickly sheathed himself, placed his cock at her slick entrance, and thrust slowly forward.
Buried in her warm sex, he drank in the sight of her gorgeous ass, but she squirmed, silently begging him to move. He joyfully acquiesced, riding her gently and luxuriating in her deliciousness.
“Cody, please, you’re driving me crazy.”
He grinned.
“You’re ready for me to fuck your brains out?”
“Yes, yes, yes, please, I’ve been on the brink forever.”
He began with slow hard thrusts, accelerating as his instinct moved him. Making love for him was like singing or playing the guitar. It was all feel. Every uttered sound, every nuance of her enveloping pussy, every squirm, every wriggle, and every sigh carried a message. He’d quicken his pace, then slow down as he sensed her nearing her climax, continuing the tantalizing tease until his cock was ready to burst. Abruptly pummeling her pussy, and slapping her backside, he rode her into her orgasm.
“Please, Cody, please don’t stop, I’m almost there!”
“I know! Give it to me, give me your climax.”
Pumping with abandon, he rode her wave, the surfer in the curl, erupting with her through the tumbling whitewash until her wailing finally waned, and his sparkling spasms slowly receded. As he slipped from her depths and collapsed next to her, she rolled on her side, breathless and drained, to nestle against him.
“I’ve never experienced anything even close to that,” she panted. “You’re incredible.”
“Or maybe,” he said softly, rolling her on her back and leaning over her, “it’s us.”
Dropping his mouth on hers, he kissed her gently and lovingly, then moved his lips to her ear.
“It doesn’t matter what’s come before. What’s happening between us now is all I care about.”
“I feel the same, and so lucky.”
“Me too,” he replied, and wrapping himself around her, he sank into blissful oblivion.