looked me up and down.
“Do you want me to?” I folded my arms behind my head and stretched out a little. She shook her head and raked her eyes up and down my body one more time. Her eyes passed more slowly over my cock than any other part of me, which brought it to a more firm state, and that made her giggle. She leaned down and kissed me.
“Calon, I have never… I don’t have… just, wow.” She climbed over me and slid between the sheets. I pulled my arm out from under my head, so she could use me as a pillow.
“Yeah, me too, Becks. I love you.” I loved the way that felt rolling off my tongue.
“You said that already.” She giggled.
“I know I did. I just want you to realize that, although I was completely caught up in the moment, I would never have said those words if there was even the tiniest sliver of uncertainty. There’s none. I love you, absolute!”
“I like that you absolutely love me.” She smirked.
“No, I meant it the way I said it—I love you, absolute.” I turned and kissed her forehead. She flipped onto her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows. She reached across my chest and grabbed her phone from the night stand. She tapped the screen a bunch of times, and then looked at me out of the corner of her eye then back at her phone.
“You do know what that means, right?” She smiled, knowing I was a pretty damn good lyricist, so challenging me on my vocabulary was a moot point.
“Try me.” I winked at her, and her breath caught ever so subtly.
“Okay, some synonyms are—without limit, infinite, no catch, no fine print, no holds barred, no ifs ands or buts, no joke, no strings attached, pure, unconditional, unlimited, and unrestricted.”
“Sounds about right.” I rolled over and draped my arm over her.
She wiggled upward so her face was right at my ear and whispered, “I love you, absolute, too.”
THE NEXT COUPLE days were spent almost exclusively in the studio practicing with Fuckhead and his band. Becki spent her days learning the ropes with Cyan, Max’s publicist. She and Becki hit it off immediately and were really enjoying each other, so it kept her out of Max’s line of vision during those long practice days. I tried to be civil to Max, but just seeing his cocky ass face took me back to the night at Paisley.
It was Friday, and we had been at it for hours to nail our set list and practice a cover song we’d never performed. We were beat, but the adrenaline of playing an LA show started to hit us on the drive back to the hotel to get showered. We were the entertainment for big time recording artist, Ryan Flowers’s niece’s Sweet Sixteen party. It was a cool set up. Jordan’s party was upstairs in a private room that had a large balcony that would give her and her guests a clear view of the stage, but no access to the bar below. The rest of the bar would be packed with patrons ready to rock. That was boss. We were stoked.
“Dude, so you ditched us for your girl? Already?” Bones’s tone was tactful, but a hint of offense came through in his body language.
“Nah, man. Listen, she needs her own space. I’m sure it’s a lot to take in, ya know? She’s been living alone in a single dorm for a couple years, and all of a sudden she’s thrown into a one room hotel room with four guys.”
“And now you have a sex room,” Manny said it with a friendly chuckle.
“Yeah, that, too.” I felt my face get hot. I hoped to God I wasn’t actually blushing. I’d never live that down.
“You guys fucked?” Bones, King of Crude, would give you the shirt off his back but had absolutely no friggin’ filter on his mouth.
“Let it go.” I looked right at him and spoke in a stern, but not condescending, tone.
“All right, so, we’re ready for tonight? Shots when we get to our room?” Leave it to Spider to cut in and assist in getting Bones off my back.
“Sounds good. Now, listen, guys… I want to surprise Becki with the last song, okay. So,
“Do you want me to?” I folded my arms behind my head and stretched out a little. She shook her head and raked her eyes up and down my body one more time. Her eyes passed more slowly over my cock than any other part of me, which brought it to a more firm state, and that made her giggle. She leaned down and kissed me.
“Calon, I have never… I don’t have… just, wow.” She climbed over me and slid between the sheets. I pulled my arm out from under my head, so she could use me as a pillow.
“Yeah, me too, Becks. I love you.” I loved the way that felt rolling off my tongue.
“You said that already.” She giggled.
“I know I did. I just want you to realize that, although I was completely caught up in the moment, I would never have said those words if there was even the tiniest sliver of uncertainty. There’s none. I love you, absolute!”
“I like that you absolutely love me.” She smirked.
“No, I meant it the way I said it—I love you, absolute.” I turned and kissed her forehead. She flipped onto her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows. She reached across my chest and grabbed her phone from the night stand. She tapped the screen a bunch of times, and then looked at me out of the corner of her eye then back at her phone.
“You do know what that means, right?” She smiled, knowing I was a pretty damn good lyricist, so challenging me on my vocabulary was a moot point.
“Try me.” I winked at her, and her breath caught ever so subtly.
“Okay, some synonyms are—without limit, infinite, no catch, no fine print, no holds barred, no ifs ands or buts, no joke, no strings attached, pure, unconditional, unlimited, and unrestricted.”
“Sounds about right.” I rolled over and draped my arm over her.
She wiggled upward so her face was right at my ear and whispered, “I love you, absolute, too.”
THE NEXT COUPLE days were spent almost exclusively in the studio practicing with Fuckhead and his band. Becki spent her days learning the ropes with Cyan, Max’s publicist. She and Becki hit it off immediately and were really enjoying each other, so it kept her out of Max’s line of vision during those long practice days. I tried to be civil to Max, but just seeing his cocky ass face took me back to the night at Paisley.
It was Friday, and we had been at it for hours to nail our set list and practice a cover song we’d never performed. We were beat, but the adrenaline of playing an LA show started to hit us on the drive back to the hotel to get showered. We were the entertainment for big time recording artist, Ryan Flowers’s niece’s Sweet Sixteen party. It was a cool set up. Jordan’s party was upstairs in a private room that had a large balcony that would give her and her guests a clear view of the stage, but no access to the bar below. The rest of the bar would be packed with patrons ready to rock. That was boss. We were stoked.
“Dude, so you ditched us for your girl? Already?” Bones’s tone was tactful, but a hint of offense came through in his body language.
“Nah, man. Listen, she needs her own space. I’m sure it’s a lot to take in, ya know? She’s been living alone in a single dorm for a couple years, and all of a sudden she’s thrown into a one room hotel room with four guys.”
“And now you have a sex room,” Manny said it with a friendly chuckle.
“Yeah, that, too.” I felt my face get hot. I hoped to God I wasn’t actually blushing. I’d never live that down.
“You guys fucked?” Bones, King of Crude, would give you the shirt off his back but had absolutely no friggin’ filter on his mouth.
“Let it go.” I looked right at him and spoke in a stern, but not condescending, tone.
“All right, so, we’re ready for tonight? Shots when we get to our room?” Leave it to Spider to cut in and assist in getting Bones off my back.
“Sounds good. Now, listen, guys… I want to surprise Becki with the last song, okay. So,
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