Chapter Thirteen, Me to You
Posted by DiF on Saturday, August 13, 2011
Title: Don’t Look Away: Chapter Thirteen, Me to You
Rating: NC-17 [language, alcohol, drugs, violence, sex]
Summary: Cady completes her story about her life with Jimi. Pete does some of his own investigating which leads to no good.
Author's Note: This chapter has crested the 150 page mark of this story.
Accepting the cup of tea from Pete, Cady curled up on the couch once more. She shifted closer to him, smiling when he looped his left arm around her, balancing his cup and saucer with his right hand. Both of their eyes focused on his cup, trying to figure out how he was going to drink from the cup and hold onto the saucer with only the use of one hand. Cady quickly sipped her own tea and decided she would not really drink while she was talking so she placed it on the coffee table in front of them. Her right hand then reached up and held onto his saucer while he drank.
“Thank you,” he smiled and kissed her quickly.
“I pretty never had alone moments like this with Jimi,” she stated. “I thought we had been getting better. He started to show me attention again, singing me songs he was writing, even kissed me a few times when we weren’t surrounded by people. But it all came to a crash one drunken night.”
Though she had vowed to not drink with Jimi again, not liking the out of control spiral, it could lead to, that night was different. Not necessarily because she was in a different state of mind, rather because it had all begun with a celebration. Though Keith Richard’s girlfriend seemed to dig Jimi’s music, thus far Linda had not been successful in connecting anyone with Jimi. But it had all changed that night when the bassist of the Animals, Chas Chandler loved Jimi’s performance. And that led to celebratory drinks after Jimi agreed to go to London so that Chas could produce… something. Cady was unclear of the details.
She was however very clear that she had too much to drink at that point and needed to stop. However, whenever she attempted to say no, Jimi looked angry and ordered her another drink. The room was spinning, she was giggly at everything, and she was certain if something did not change soon, she was going to pass out in Jimi’s lap.
“I…I will be right back…” she muttered and pushed away from the table.
For a moment, Cady thought Jimi was going to order her to sit back down. But he did not, though she did feel his intense, drunken eyes watch her wobbly weaving towards the restroom. While she did use the facilities, struggling some to get out of the stall, staring at her drunken reflection in the mirror confused her as much as concerned her. With little regard to her makeup, knowing she had product in her purse to make corrections if need be, Cady turned on the cold water and scrubbed her face.
Fingers struggling to turn the water off before she patted her face dry, she once more looked at her reflection. The cold water had helped some, but she could not have another drink upon returning to the table. Or there would not be any chance of her walking home. Opening her purse, she carefully fixed her dark charcoal eyeliner and lipstick. Taking a deep breath, she clicked her purse closed and turned to exit the restroom.
Two steps out, Cady practically jumped when arms circled her waist and pulled her close. A moment later, plump lips plundered hers. Taking a long moment to recognize it was Jimi kissing her, her arms circled his neck and she dove into the kiss just as passionately. Was he finally going to do all the things he sang about? As he pushed her back against the wall, Cady was almost certain he was going to take her right there in the club, pushed up against the wall. It was dirty and very naughty and made her that much more excited.
“Oh, god, yes, Jimi,” she muttered against his mouth, wrapping one leg around his waist.
He seemed to suddenly realize what she was encouraging him to do, “I’m taking you home, baby."
“Oh yes, Jimi. Yes,” she breathed as he pulled away.
“You’re going to be screaming that soon.”
The walk back to the Hotel Chelsea had never seemed so long before. Cady tripped twice in her attempt to get to the room as quickly as possible. Chuckling, Jimi helped her back up and kissed her quickly. They struggled to unlock the door, Jimi nearly attempting to kick the door in until he realized everyone would be able to watch him ravish Cady if that were the case. Her nibbling on his ear did not help the situation either.
“Cady, baby,” he groaned, plucking her fingers from their massage of his crotch.
The door flew open and the couple fell in. Jimi instantly turned around and pulled Cady brusquely to him. Their mouths collided, his fingers tearing at her dress. Growling he pulled the garment free, tearing the zipper out of the back at the same time. She gasped but cared little of the now shredded garment. His hands went to her waist and he tossed her onto the bed. Her large eyes watched him slam the door closed, flicking the lock, before he stalked back towards her. Jimi’s fingers grabbed her bra straps and forced her up into a seated position. His mouth crashed possessively into hers once more.
“Mine,” he growled. “Always mine.”
His hands tore off her bra, snapping the straps, tearing the cups. He quickly tossed it aside to paw at her exposed breasts. Deciding that was not enough, his thick lips fastened upon her stiff nipple. He suckled hard while her hand began to massage his thick, purple velvet-covered bulge. His teeth gently bit down upon her nipple as his fingers slid into her panties.
As his thick fingers slipped into her sex, Jimi moaned, “Oh baby. You are so perfect. So hot. So wet. So mine.”
Her hand slipped into his pants and circled his girth, “Yes, Jimi. I’ve been waiting for you.”
Pulling his hand free, Jimi tore her panties off, causing her to flinch slightly as the fabric dug into her hips before tearing. But her hand never lost rhythm on his cock. Eyes locking with hers, he pulled off his ruffled performance shirt and tossed it aside. His fingers circled both of her wrists and he pulled her hands to his mouth. Gently kissing each palm briefly, Jimi leaned down and pinned her hands above her head. His mouth returned to hers, kissing her deeply while his still clothed crotch began to rub against hers. Cady mewled and arched towards him, her arms tensing in hopes of being released so she could tear his pants from him. Jimi did not release her, but kept kissing her, grinding against her.
“Jimi, please,” she groaned as his mouth left hers intending to bite her nipple again.
“Oh, fuck,” he suddenly moaned, his body going rigid.
The thrusts against her body changed and she exactly what it meant. Panic filled her eyes. He could not orgasm before he had his pants off. That was not fair at all. She deserved better than that.
He pressed his forehead to her shoulder, “Baby, baby, I’m sorry.”
His fingers released her wrists. In a panic, Cady’s hands shot into his pants. Covered with sticky, hot semen, she circled his quickly shrinking cock and began to pump him. His erection did not return.
Then he passed out cold.
Reaching for Pete’s teacup instead of her own, Cady took a quick sip, “I woke the next morning, completely naked in bed with him. I had bruises where my bra and panties had been and a few where he squeezed me too tightly. Even my breasts hurt. Jimi was naked beside me, I presume because he stripped off his… soiled pants sometime while I slept. Once he woke though, our relationship was instantly changed. I do not know if it is because he felt remorse for what he did to me and what he did not do or if it was something else. He instantly disappeared from the Hotel and from then on went right back to sleeping on the floor, preferably on the opposite side of the room from me.”
With his hand free of his teacup, his fingers reached up and caressed her cheek, “I will never, ever treat you like that, Cadence. That is not love. That is possession.”
Nodding she looked away briefly, “After that episode we came to London, perhaps two weeks later. He took on a girlfriend once we were here, but… I think he also threatened everyone around me so that I could not have the same. That night… that night that we talked, kissed, and fell in love… I am certain had he not been fucking Kathy he would have … we never would have… you would have…”
Pete took the teacup from her hands and set it on the coffee table next to her untouched cup. Pulling his arm from around her shoulders, he framed her face with both hands and kissed her gently. As she began to tremble in the kiss, his hands released her as the kiss ended, allowing his arms to circle around her once more. He kissed her temple as he pulled Cady into his lap.
“I am most troubled that he would treat you that way, ever. And I assure you, he will never do so again. He is no longer a factor in your life. I will love and protect you until my dying day,” he vowed. “No one should ever be treated the way Jimi treated you. You especially. And I will see that he pa–”
“No, Pete. You cannot do anything to Jimi. It is not worth the risk to you, at all. Just… just love me and make me forget he ever happened to me,” she responded.
Pete kissed her softly, “I will always love you.”
With Cady tucked in bed asleep, Pete wandered a bit aimlessly about the flat. He picked up their discarded teacups, his eyes flicking to the abandoned book when she announced she wanted to talk more of her past. While he felt honored that she trusted him enough to share such with him, it had left his soul very unsettled. Prior to falling for Cady, he thought Jimi a guitar virtuoso. Once he fell for Cady, Jimi became a force to overcome to be with her, but still someone whose skill he admired. But now… now Pete felt a growing dark feeling building in his thoughts towards the guitarist. He did not care much for the growing darkness inside of him, but he completely understood it.
Slipping into his studio, he sat in front of the still not functioning equipment. His blue eyes focused blankly upon the dials and knobs, turning over the newly found information in his mind. It was not entirely difficult to process. He had heard that Jimi was a violent drunk and he could imagine it difficult to keep that contained when around Cady for a year. But violence, no matter the cause, should never be mixed with love and sex. What the fuck was wrong with Jimi to not worship and adore Cady? What was his problem?
And why the fuck did she stay with him? His Cady was a strong and smart woman. Why would she stay with someone who neglected her the majority of the time and left bruises on her body the rest of the time? Had her life prior to Jimi been so horrible that he seemed like a step up? Pete knew about the abuse of her math teacher, so that at least explained her general belief structure of sex – one that he felt he was managing to change in her mind every time they made love. But he knew so very little about her family life, so very little. She knew all about his, having sat through his life story on that horrid, high flight New York. Pete was aware enough to know now would not be the best time to ask her, especially if it were a touchy subject. But maybe he was wrong. Maybe he should ask while she was open and vulnerable. No. No, he would not. She would tell him when she was ready.
But the disquiet in his soul needed to know something sooner than later. The only person who might possibly help in this situation was thousands of miles over the ocean, back in New York. Would James answer questions anyways? Perhaps he could ring up her cousin and at least ask. There would be no harm in that, right?
Pushing away from the non-functional mixing board, he headed over to the phone, glancing into the bedroom at his sleeping woman. Curled on her side with her long brown hair curling about her shoulders in seductive waves, even Cady asleep beckoned him. He struggled to not give into the magnetic pull and desire to slip into the bed with her and feel her curl around him. That could come after he talked to James.
Not knowing James’s number did not help matters. However, Pete pulled open the drawer beneath the phone on a whim and discovered a small phone book. Pulling a kitchen chair over quietly, he sat down and cracked open the small book. His eyes went to the first number listed, suddenly transfixed by Cady’s handwriting. He could not explain it, but it seemed so her, elegant but with a bit of flair to it. Even if he had not known the book was hers, he instantly knew he would recognize her handwriting anywhere in the world. And that thought alone made him smile.
Pete flipped through the book slowly, absorbing names from her ledger. Though he did not know the relationship to his woman of most of the names, he somehow felt closer to her with the names in his knowledge bank. Maybe he would even meet the people someday.
Finding the only James in the phonebook, Pete picked up the phone and dialed. Waiting for the transatlantic call to go through, he flipped through a few more pages. He reached a page with names scribbled out just as the ringing stopped, not leaving him any time to ponder what it meant.
“Hello?”
“Sorry to bother you, James, but this is Pete, Pete Townshend, and I wondered if you had a few minutes to talk with me.”
“Is Cady okay?”
He glanced into the bedroom, “Cady is better than she has ever been before.”
There was a long pause, ended with a sigh, “You do realize if you’re lying to me, I’ll have to come and–”
“Did you know Jimi bruised up Cady?”
“Fuck, really? I’m going beat the shit out of that ni–”
“I’ll tell you the same thing Cady told me: don’t risk yourself,” Pete responded. “But… I was wondering if you could answer some things for me.”
“Wait a minute. You call and drop a bomb on me about Cady’s last boyfriend beating her and you want me to answer questions?”
Pete sighed, “Cady’s asleep right now after spending pretty much all day recounting her life with Jimi. She is in an infinitely better location now, but… I am left with wondering why she thought Jimi was the better alternative to school and whatever else. I know you have no reason to give me any answers, especially considering the circumstances. But I love her and I need to do whatever I can to make sure her life is–”
“Do you love her?”
“With my entire heart and soul.”
The line remained quiet for so long, Pete thought the call had been dropped.
“James?”
“If you fucking hurt her, they won’t even be able to identify you by your dental records.”
“You do not have to worry, James. You have my word.”
“I don’t know you well enough for that to be enough. Are you going to marry her?”
He barely even paused before answering, “When the time comes, should we both decide that is the best course to take, then we shall. I love Cady. I will spend the rest of my life with her, taking care of her, protecting her. Whatever she needs I will provide. I love her. I want nothing more than to do what is right by her.”
James half-chuckled, “Peter, you may be the first person to finally see her for who she is. What do you want to know?”
An hour later, Pete dropped the phone onto the base and rubbed his face. He had not smoked since New York but now… now he really needed a smoke. Or a stiff drink. That he at least had around.
Getting to his feet, Pete headed into the bedroom first. Sitting on the edge of the bed next to his sleeping girlfriend, he reached to her face and gently cupped her cheek. She stirred slightly, but only enough to smile. His thumb traced over her bottom lip and he leaned down.
“I love you, Cadence. Now and forever. No one is ever going to hurt you again, my love. Ever,” he muttered and kissed her softly. “No one.”
Remaining where he was a for a long moment, just watching her sleep peacefully, he tried to shove the news into the back of his thoughts. James’s words still rumbled about, contrasting harshly with the vision before him. She was only nineteen. She did not deserve to live the life she had already. He was going to see that every single day for the rest of her life was better, would help her forget the dark days of her youth.
Kissing her once more, tears in his eyes, Pete stood once more and headed into the kitchen. Wrenching open a cabinet, he pulled out a random glass bottle before reaching for a random glass. Filling it nearly to the brim, his teary blue eyes focused on the liquid for a moment. Lifting the glass to his lips, Pete swallowed three large mouthfuls of the bourbon before setting the glass down. Leaving both the glass and the bottle on the counter, he stumbled back into his studio and sank to the floor. He crawled to the wall and pulled his knees to his chest, tears streaming down his cheeks before he buried his face on his knees. His body shook with sobs until exhaustion stole consciousness from him.
Waking alone in bed, Cady frowned, her fingers stretching to grasp a body that was not there. Sitting up the sheet fell away from her body. Barely noticing she was nude, save for her panties, Cady scrambled out of bed. She pushed open the bathroom door first, hoping to find Pete in there. Finding it empty, she left their bedroom, her eyes first looking to the couch. Not even bothering with the kitchen, though she noticed the booze on the seared counter, she headed into his studio room and flicked on the light. Her eyes instantly went to Pete huddled against the wall, arms holding his knees to his chest.
Hurrying over to him, she squatted in front of Pete, her fingers reaching to touch his forehead, “Pete? Baby?”
His arms instantly released his legs, allowing them to drop, and circled her instead. Pulling her close, he kissed her. His embrace was almost suppressive, holding her so tightly she could not get her arms out to hold him. She wiggled slightly, attempting to free herself non-verbally.
“Pete… you gotta let me go,” she muttered when his embrace remained just as tight. “You’re smothering me.”
His arms instantly released her, “Oh, baby, baby, baby. I am sorry. I…”
Her hands framed his face, forcing his eyes to meet hers, “Pete, what’s gotten into you?”
“I’m so sorry, Cady,” he muttered. “I never should have… I’m sorry.”
Pulling back enough to maneuver to sit on the floor beside him, she looped her arms around his shoulders and kissed his temple, “Pete, what’s wrong?”
“James… James…”
“James what, Pete?”
He laid his head upon her bare shoulder, his arms going around her waist, “I called him last night. We spoke for over an hour.”
“James who?”
“Your cousin. The one I met at your place in New York.”
Her body stiffened, “How did you know he was my cousin?”
“He told me.”
“What else did he tell you, Pete?”
“About your childhood.”
Cady remained silent.
“I… I understand so much about you now, Cady. And baby, I am never, ever going to treat you that way – nor is anyone else. I love you. I–”
“Pete, whatever James told you is not true,” she interrupted. “I never saw him when I was growing up. I did not even know he was my cousin until my sister came to visit before I left for California to find you and recognized him. Apparently, he was even at her wedding, that I missed because I was here or wherever with Jimi. James knows nothing about my life, absolutely nothing, Pete. Had you come and asked me last night, I would have told you exactly this and you would have no need to work yourself up into whatever you did last night and you certainly wouldn’t have needed to drink bourbon.”
His eyes went to hers, “You mean you father didn’t… touch you inappropriately?”
“My father never touched me period. I am most certainly the oops baby in all meanings of the word. I am certain my father tried to claim I was not his the months leading up to my birth, but he could not deny once I was born how much I look like him. I certainly have his eyes, unlike everyone else in my family who has brown eyes,” she explained. “He never held me or kissed me or gave me any attention at all. And neither did my mother. But they did not abuse me. They certainly did neglect me and perhaps that is the reason behind a lot of what happened to me as a child, but they did not hit me and they most certainly did not fuck me.”
“But James said–”
“James is also notorious for his lies, Pete, which is one of the reasons he makes such a good actor. He is always pretending as it is. I’m not even entirely sure he’s gay; it could just be another one of his acts,” Cady stated, her fingers ran down the side of his face. “Tell me, Pete, were you actually fighting my alleged demons last night or your own?”
His eyes wavered as he looked into hers. Sighing his arms tightened about her waist and he shook his head as he hid in her hair. Cady kissed the top of his head and closed her eyes. He began to tremble in her arms and she knew he answered her question without speaking. Holding him for a while, she pulled back and tilted his face to hers. Her lips gently touched his, her cheeks dampening with his tears.
“I love you, Pete. I know you have some demons inside of you, some that you do not even know about yourself. And maybe someday you will find out about them, I do not know. It is not for me to speculate about. But it does not matter to me. You could have a whole legion of demons living in your soul and I would still love you until the end of time,” she stated evenly. “I love you, Pete.”
He pressed his forehead to hers, “I thought… I could not understand why you would stay with Jimi for so long, especially after the… rough almost sex. I knew there had to be more to it, that something had happened in your childhood that you had not told me about. Therefore, I called James and… it made sense. It really did seem to make sense.”
“You should have just come, woke me up, and asked me, Pete. I would answer any of your questions.”
“Would you? We’ve been together for–”
“Pete, do not try and guilt me about something that never happened. I will tell you anything you want to know. I have absolutely no reason to keep secrets from you ever. Why would I? I am spending the rest of my life with you. No room for secrets in there.”
“Why did you… why did you stay with Jimi when he treated you so poorly?”
“Because, baby,” she caressed his cheek, “before you I didn’t really know any better. No one has ever treated me half as good as you do, Pete. I stayed with Jimi because I was clinging to the hope that the next day would be better. I stayed with Jimi because he did not always neglect me, he did seem to see me. I stayed with Jimi because even bad days with him felt better than good days back at school or at home. He never beat me, not even when he was drunk which is when he is most aggressive. He was very rough that night we attempted to have sex, that much is true. But he never touched me after then. Had he, I like to think I would have left him. And I do not regret it, not for a moment. Because he brought me to you. He brought me to you, Pete.”
He sighed, “Cady, I’m… I am so sorry. I…”
She kissed him softly, “I love you, Pete. Trust me enough to talk to me about these things, my love. I know I am not always the most open but yesterday… yesterday I shared with you things I had not told anyone. And guess what? I felt better and closer to you. I know that opening up to you is the best thing I can do for me, I can do for us. Please trust me to do just that.”
“Oh, Cady, I love you. I love you so very much,” he declared.
Her lips touched his again, “I love you too, Pete. More than I imagined possible.”
He deepened the kiss, guiding her to sit in his lap instead of beside him. His hands settled on her hips as hers surrounded his face once more. Slowly his hands began to slide up her sides. His fingertips halted just below her armpits and his lips began to wander from hers. She closed her eyes as he guided her slightly back, enabling his mouth to access her breasts. Sighing happily her hands went to his shoulders to provide more support as he began to lightly kiss and suckle her nipples. With her hands supporting her weight, his hands wandered to cup and caress her breasts. He loved how perfectly her milky globes filled his hands. She was made just for him; he knew it.
Leaving his oral play of her nipples, Pete’s mouth returned to hers, his fingers still dancing around her pebble-hard nipples. His lips showered little kisses over her face, making her smile and giggle.
“I love you, Cadence. Completely,” he muttered before kissing her mouth again.
“I love you more, Peter,” she teased.
“Oh do you now?” his sparkling blue eyes met hers.
She nodded and kissed him sweetly, “I do.”
“We will just have to see about that,” he countered and slowly guided her to lay back.
Pressing her toes to the wall, Cady pushed away slightly, causing Pete’s lips to skip from her collarbone to just under the swell of her breasts. Smiling against her skin, he continued to kiss and nip lightly at her skin, making his way down to the waistband of her panties. As his lips danced around her waistband, Cady’s fingers dug into the tee shirt he wore, tugging it over his head. Once he pulled his hands free, he ran his left hand over her pubic mound, gently pressing down and feeling the fabric of her lacy panties instantly become wet. Both hands snapped to her waistband, fingers curling over. She instantly arched up to allow him to slide the panties down her long legs.
Pete absently tossed her panties over his shoulder, not caring the least bit where they landed. Looping her legs over his shoulders, he bent over and began to kiss and lick around her oozing sex. Cady groaned and moaned, her hands covering her breasts, her fingers pinching her own nipples. Avoiding suckling on her clitoris or even tonguing her slit, Pete slid back up her body and captured her panting mouth.
As their tongues tousled, he freed himself from his pants and shorts simultaneously, struggling some to shake his legs free while maintaining the kiss. With her legs still resting upon his shoulders, causing her body to curve and open for him, Pete guided his cock towards her slit. Rubbing his head just barely inside her crease, he smiled, ending the kiss and allowing her to moan. With her hands clutching his arms, Cady groaned as he slowly sank into her.
Though her body’s position was perfectly set for hard, quick loving, Pete chose a slower but deeper tempo. Every thrust forward guided him more deeply into her. She gasped and moaned his name, her nails gently biting into his skin. Sinking so fully into her, he could not tell where he ended and she began, Pete leaned down and kissed her once more, holding his position.
“Oh just stay right there, Pete,” she instructed, breathily as he ended the kiss. “Your cock has filled me up completely, baby.”
Smiling he kissed the corners of her mouth, “I love you, Cady.”
“You are a part of me, Pete. Forever.”
Kissing her mouth fully once more, he slowly pulled out from her hot depths. She groaned and complained, causing Pete to slam completely into her. As that elicited a gasp, he repeated the action enough that it changed the rhythm of their lovemaking. Soon he was thrusting quickly into her, though rarely withdrawing much at all.
“Oh god… Oh god… Oh Pete… I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”
His teeth nibbled on her right ear, “Cum for me, baby. Cum for me.”
Feeling her body tense, he thrust as deeply into her as possible once more, one hand dropped between them to slip between her petals and rub her bud. Her sheath clenched hard around his staff, practically triggering his own orgasm as she screamed out his name. Somehow staving off his own plateau, he continued to move within her throbbing body, not allowing Cady to descend from the plateau at all.
Hand leaving her clitoris, Pete guided her legs down from his shoulders. Cady instantly wrapped her legs around his waist, minimizing how far he could thrust in and out of her. Her chest continued to heave, her lips continued to moan. Her body was completely on fire and yet he continued to stoke it.
“Oh god… again… Please… Pete… Oh god…” she moaned loudly. “Cum in me. Cum with me.”
That was all he needed to let go. With a loud grunt, he thrust hard into her. Lightning shot down his spine and exploded into her spasming body. Her womb sucked upon his body hard, draining him of every last drop. Yet he did not instantly become flaccid.
“Oh, Cady, I love you,” he kissed her, his hands pushing her wet hair from her face. “I love you.”
“You complete me.”
Smiling, Pete kissed her again. Before he could say anything, in return the phone rang in the other room. He tried to ignore it, but by the third ring, she was already insisting that he answer it. Regretfully pulling out of her body, his cock ever ready for another round, Pete hurried out of the room to answer the phone.
Remaining lying on the floor in his studio, Cady bit her bottom lip while smiling. She listened to his breathy greeting and wondered if the person on the other end would chastise him for answering the phone breathless. Her eyes glanced around the mostly unfinished room, wondering if the couple before them had a child who slept in that room before they moved out. The carpeting under her back seemed soft and plush, something befitting a bedroom for a wee one. Rather than house children, it now provided space for a different kind of growing being, that of Pete’s music. She really did feel honored and special sharing this space with him.
As her eyes wandered to his mixing board, a smile lit her face. She could turn over, plug the machine in herself, and then ask him to mess with it again. Somehow moving from the spot on the floor he left her seemed wrong. She would just wait for her lover to return and then ask him if he had checked the plug on his machine when trying to get it to work.
He returned to the studio room and looked directly at Cady. Still lying on her back as he left her, her feet near the wall, her eyes meeting his, nearly made him forget the context of the phone call as it were. Heading over to her, he squatted above her head and leaned down to kiss her upside down mouth. Before he could say anything, her fingers reached up. One hand circled his cock; the other cradled his balls. Pete nearly forgot how to continue the kiss.
Pulling from the kiss, his hands went to her wrists and he gently pulled her away from her expert touches. Their eyes met and he released her hands, allowing her to turn over and move onto her knees. Her hands went to his shoulders as her mouth hungrily kissed his once more. Before Pete could object or even really process her actions, his back pressed against the soft carpet. His girlfriend’s lips remained connected to his in the shift, causing her sex to press once more to his. She wasted no time impaling herself upon his turgid cock once more.
Cady rode Pete hard and fast, pressing up out of the kiss to toss her hair out of her eyes. He kept her sitting upright as she ground against him, his hands once more fastened upon her breasts. He knew from her pace that she was close once more and was determined to explode with her as well.
“Baby,” he moaned. “Look at me.”
Their eyes connected the moment orgasm shot through their connected bodies once more. Cady’s fingers grabbed his, intertwining their fingers, and she leaned down, her body still slightly gyrating. Her lips touched his, drinking gently of his kiss, as the pulsing carnal exchange between them began to slow. Her lips left his, gently kissing to his right ear. With her mouth fastened to his lobe, she directed him to turn his face towards the underside of his mixing desk.
“I know why your equipment hasn’t been working,” she muttered.
“Baby, I think we just proved twice that it works just fine, better than Jimi’s even.”
Cady chuckled, “Open your eyes and tell me what you see.”
Complying, Pete glanced around at the mess of cords and boxes. It took him a few moments to figure out what she expected him to see, especially as they were still coming down from their high. Slowly his eyes settled on the electrical outlet – the very one that the mixing deck should have been plugged into.
“Fuck me,” he muttered.
“I just did,” she responded.
His eyes whirled to meet hers and he grinned, “Baby, you’re amazing.”
Cady kissed him quickly and began to shift to stand up, “I know I am. But so are you.”
His arms circled her waist, keeping her from pulling away even though he had already slipped free from her body, “Only because of you.”
Her lips touched his nose, “You are amazing without me. We are just more so because of each other. You made beautiful music before me.”
His smile instantly faded at that, “Baby, that call was Kit.”
“And?”
“We leave for a tour of the States tomorrow,” he declared.
Cady kissed him, “Excellent. I am excited to see you guys play.”
“Um, baby, Kit implied you couldn’t go with us.”
“Well then go call him back so I can talk to him,” she stated, getting to her feet and then pulling him up. “If it’s a matter of money, you know that is not an issue.”
“But I thought you didn’t want anyone to know about your money,” Pete responded, trailing behind her out of the room.
“Trust me, Pete. He won’t. I managed a workaround with Jimi’s people. I will with yours,” she declared. “I am not staying here in London while girls do whatever they can to get in your pants. You belong to me.”
“Cady, I don’t see how this is a good ide–”
“Would you rather have me stay here in London with the only person for companionship being Jimmy Page?”
His eyes widened, “I’ll ring Kit right away.”
Sitting on the bed, Pete watched as Cady pawed through his clothing. While Karen had recently taken interest in his attire, his love seemed far more intense about it. Only packing for the tour, she had apparently already decided half of his wardrobe would never do. The only items she pulled out had been the ones she purchased for him in New York. The other remained hanging in his side of the closet. Closing the closet door, she headed over to him with the last acceptable shirt and tossed it into the pile next to him. Without a word, she straddled his lap and kissed his mouth gently.
“How much do you love me?”
Feeling there was a catch to the question, Pete hesitated, “More than anything in the world.”
“Good. We need to go to the bank and then to the hippest clothing store in London,” she kissed him again and began to pull away from him.
Pete’s arms circled her waist, kissing her quickly, “Why?”
“Because, my love, this is the band’s triumphant tour of the States after exploding into the mindset of American music lover,” Cady declared. “So we need to show them exactly how with it you are.”
“And my wardrobe is going to make that big of a difference?”
“Hell yes!” she kissed him quickly. “Though perhaps I should make certain you are the ugliest one on stage so I don’t have to fight off the girls.”
Pete smiled crookedly, “I doubt you will have to do that. I already am the ug–”
“Pete,” she warned and kissed his nose, “you are handsome and sexy and intelligent and my god I love you. The girls will line up to see you. But I’m not worried. I can beat the best of them.”
He smirked, hands surrounding her face before kissing her again, “I love you, Cady. These alleged girls have nothing on you.”
“Regardless, we’re going shopping. Kit mentioned something about getting you guys on American TV. Therefore, we definitely need to make certain your attire is something special. I do not think we will be in New York long enough to do much shopping. So come and hurry up. We have not much time to waste. Kit will be by very early in the morning to take us to the airport.”
An hour later Pete was sequestered in a small dressing room in the back of Granny Takes A Trip. As she had in New York, Cady brought him garment after garment, sometimes making such faces of displeasure when he stepped out of the room, he became self-conscious and would have to be coaxed out the next time. While Karen had gently pushed him to branch out into colors, Cady had already thrust him heavily into the palette, more so at Granny’s than she had in New York. At first, it made him feel very self-aware, like everyone was looking at him. It made him uncomfortable, extremely so.
Stopping a man passing by whom she recognized, Cady requested him to stick around and encourage Pete when he stepped out the next time. Shrugging the man agreed.
“Baby, let me see,” she called.
“Cady, I don’t think–”
“Just come out, Pete,” she stated.
He pulled the heavy curtain to the side and stepped out wearing a gold, fitted brocade jacket. Cady’s eyes instantly lit up but she said nothing. Instead, she glanced to the man on her left, waiting for him to weigh in on Pete’s attire, biting her bottom lip to keep from blurting something out.
“Can I borrow your girl for awhile, Pete?”
His blue eyes snapped to the man, “No, Ringo.”
He frowned, “Why not?”
“Why do you want her?”
“Besides the fact she’s a beautiful bird?”
Pete nodded, awkwardly played with the frilly cuffs that extended past the edge of the jacket sleeves.
“Because I have never seen you look so pulled together before. I mean it is not like you did not have some sort of thing going on with your wardrobe, but this… this is exactly what your band needs,” Ringo stated. “It is almost like you are deciding to take this American tour seriously.”
His eyes snapped to the Beatles’ drummer, “I have always taken this band seriously.”
“Uh huh,” Ringo nodded before turning to Cady. “Do not suppose I could interest you in a drink?”
Smiling crookedly Cady shook her head, “Perhaps some other time, Ringo. Pete and I haven’t much time before we leave. But thank you.”
He leaned over and kissed her cheek, whispering in her ear, “I don’t know who you are or anything about you. But the light in his eyes in unmistakable. Hold onto him.”
Watching Ringo leave, Pete waited to speak up until his friend was out of earshot, “What did he say to you?”
Cady stepped forward and kissed him softly, “He said I need to hold onto you because of the light in your eyes. Come, my love, and get back into your own clothes. We are done here today.”
His eyes searched hers briefly, “But I thought you wanted me to… oh. I’ll be right out.”
“Don’t tear the jacket before we buy it Pete,” she instructed, smiling as he hurried back into the dressing room. “We’ll stop for food on the way home and get to bed early so we’re… rested before Kit shows up. But don’t rush. We have plenty of time before sunrise.”
Rating: NC-17 [language, alcohol, drugs, violence, sex]
Summary: Cady completes her story about her life with Jimi. Pete does some of his own investigating which leads to no good.
Author's Note: This chapter has crested the 150 page mark of this story.
Accepting the cup of tea from Pete, Cady curled up on the couch once more. She shifted closer to him, smiling when he looped his left arm around her, balancing his cup and saucer with his right hand. Both of their eyes focused on his cup, trying to figure out how he was going to drink from the cup and hold onto the saucer with only the use of one hand. Cady quickly sipped her own tea and decided she would not really drink while she was talking so she placed it on the coffee table in front of them. Her right hand then reached up and held onto his saucer while he drank.
“Thank you,” he smiled and kissed her quickly.
“I pretty never had alone moments like this with Jimi,” she stated. “I thought we had been getting better. He started to show me attention again, singing me songs he was writing, even kissed me a few times when we weren’t surrounded by people. But it all came to a crash one drunken night.”
Though she had vowed to not drink with Jimi again, not liking the out of control spiral, it could lead to, that night was different. Not necessarily because she was in a different state of mind, rather because it had all begun with a celebration. Though Keith Richard’s girlfriend seemed to dig Jimi’s music, thus far Linda had not been successful in connecting anyone with Jimi. But it had all changed that night when the bassist of the Animals, Chas Chandler loved Jimi’s performance. And that led to celebratory drinks after Jimi agreed to go to London so that Chas could produce… something. Cady was unclear of the details.
She was however very clear that she had too much to drink at that point and needed to stop. However, whenever she attempted to say no, Jimi looked angry and ordered her another drink. The room was spinning, she was giggly at everything, and she was certain if something did not change soon, she was going to pass out in Jimi’s lap.
“I…I will be right back…” she muttered and pushed away from the table.
For a moment, Cady thought Jimi was going to order her to sit back down. But he did not, though she did feel his intense, drunken eyes watch her wobbly weaving towards the restroom. While she did use the facilities, struggling some to get out of the stall, staring at her drunken reflection in the mirror confused her as much as concerned her. With little regard to her makeup, knowing she had product in her purse to make corrections if need be, Cady turned on the cold water and scrubbed her face.
Fingers struggling to turn the water off before she patted her face dry, she once more looked at her reflection. The cold water had helped some, but she could not have another drink upon returning to the table. Or there would not be any chance of her walking home. Opening her purse, she carefully fixed her dark charcoal eyeliner and lipstick. Taking a deep breath, she clicked her purse closed and turned to exit the restroom.
Two steps out, Cady practically jumped when arms circled her waist and pulled her close. A moment later, plump lips plundered hers. Taking a long moment to recognize it was Jimi kissing her, her arms circled his neck and she dove into the kiss just as passionately. Was he finally going to do all the things he sang about? As he pushed her back against the wall, Cady was almost certain he was going to take her right there in the club, pushed up against the wall. It was dirty and very naughty and made her that much more excited.
“Oh, god, yes, Jimi,” she muttered against his mouth, wrapping one leg around his waist.
He seemed to suddenly realize what she was encouraging him to do, “I’m taking you home, baby."
“Oh yes, Jimi. Yes,” she breathed as he pulled away.
“You’re going to be screaming that soon.”
The walk back to the Hotel Chelsea had never seemed so long before. Cady tripped twice in her attempt to get to the room as quickly as possible. Chuckling, Jimi helped her back up and kissed her quickly. They struggled to unlock the door, Jimi nearly attempting to kick the door in until he realized everyone would be able to watch him ravish Cady if that were the case. Her nibbling on his ear did not help the situation either.
“Cady, baby,” he groaned, plucking her fingers from their massage of his crotch.
The door flew open and the couple fell in. Jimi instantly turned around and pulled Cady brusquely to him. Their mouths collided, his fingers tearing at her dress. Growling he pulled the garment free, tearing the zipper out of the back at the same time. She gasped but cared little of the now shredded garment. His hands went to her waist and he tossed her onto the bed. Her large eyes watched him slam the door closed, flicking the lock, before he stalked back towards her. Jimi’s fingers grabbed her bra straps and forced her up into a seated position. His mouth crashed possessively into hers once more.
“Mine,” he growled. “Always mine.”
His hands tore off her bra, snapping the straps, tearing the cups. He quickly tossed it aside to paw at her exposed breasts. Deciding that was not enough, his thick lips fastened upon her stiff nipple. He suckled hard while her hand began to massage his thick, purple velvet-covered bulge. His teeth gently bit down upon her nipple as his fingers slid into her panties.
As his thick fingers slipped into her sex, Jimi moaned, “Oh baby. You are so perfect. So hot. So wet. So mine.”
Her hand slipped into his pants and circled his girth, “Yes, Jimi. I’ve been waiting for you.”
Pulling his hand free, Jimi tore her panties off, causing her to flinch slightly as the fabric dug into her hips before tearing. But her hand never lost rhythm on his cock. Eyes locking with hers, he pulled off his ruffled performance shirt and tossed it aside. His fingers circled both of her wrists and he pulled her hands to his mouth. Gently kissing each palm briefly, Jimi leaned down and pinned her hands above her head. His mouth returned to hers, kissing her deeply while his still clothed crotch began to rub against hers. Cady mewled and arched towards him, her arms tensing in hopes of being released so she could tear his pants from him. Jimi did not release her, but kept kissing her, grinding against her.
“Jimi, please,” she groaned as his mouth left hers intending to bite her nipple again.
“Oh, fuck,” he suddenly moaned, his body going rigid.
The thrusts against her body changed and she exactly what it meant. Panic filled her eyes. He could not orgasm before he had his pants off. That was not fair at all. She deserved better than that.
He pressed his forehead to her shoulder, “Baby, baby, I’m sorry.”
His fingers released her wrists. In a panic, Cady’s hands shot into his pants. Covered with sticky, hot semen, she circled his quickly shrinking cock and began to pump him. His erection did not return.
Then he passed out cold.
Reaching for Pete’s teacup instead of her own, Cady took a quick sip, “I woke the next morning, completely naked in bed with him. I had bruises where my bra and panties had been and a few where he squeezed me too tightly. Even my breasts hurt. Jimi was naked beside me, I presume because he stripped off his… soiled pants sometime while I slept. Once he woke though, our relationship was instantly changed. I do not know if it is because he felt remorse for what he did to me and what he did not do or if it was something else. He instantly disappeared from the Hotel and from then on went right back to sleeping on the floor, preferably on the opposite side of the room from me.”
With his hand free of his teacup, his fingers reached up and caressed her cheek, “I will never, ever treat you like that, Cadence. That is not love. That is possession.”
Nodding she looked away briefly, “After that episode we came to London, perhaps two weeks later. He took on a girlfriend once we were here, but… I think he also threatened everyone around me so that I could not have the same. That night… that night that we talked, kissed, and fell in love… I am certain had he not been fucking Kathy he would have … we never would have… you would have…”
Pete took the teacup from her hands and set it on the coffee table next to her untouched cup. Pulling his arm from around her shoulders, he framed her face with both hands and kissed her gently. As she began to tremble in the kiss, his hands released her as the kiss ended, allowing his arms to circle around her once more. He kissed her temple as he pulled Cady into his lap.
“I am most troubled that he would treat you that way, ever. And I assure you, he will never do so again. He is no longer a factor in your life. I will love and protect you until my dying day,” he vowed. “No one should ever be treated the way Jimi treated you. You especially. And I will see that he pa–”
“No, Pete. You cannot do anything to Jimi. It is not worth the risk to you, at all. Just… just love me and make me forget he ever happened to me,” she responded.
Pete kissed her softly, “I will always love you.”
With Cady tucked in bed asleep, Pete wandered a bit aimlessly about the flat. He picked up their discarded teacups, his eyes flicking to the abandoned book when she announced she wanted to talk more of her past. While he felt honored that she trusted him enough to share such with him, it had left his soul very unsettled. Prior to falling for Cady, he thought Jimi a guitar virtuoso. Once he fell for Cady, Jimi became a force to overcome to be with her, but still someone whose skill he admired. But now… now Pete felt a growing dark feeling building in his thoughts towards the guitarist. He did not care much for the growing darkness inside of him, but he completely understood it.
Slipping into his studio, he sat in front of the still not functioning equipment. His blue eyes focused blankly upon the dials and knobs, turning over the newly found information in his mind. It was not entirely difficult to process. He had heard that Jimi was a violent drunk and he could imagine it difficult to keep that contained when around Cady for a year. But violence, no matter the cause, should never be mixed with love and sex. What the fuck was wrong with Jimi to not worship and adore Cady? What was his problem?
And why the fuck did she stay with him? His Cady was a strong and smart woman. Why would she stay with someone who neglected her the majority of the time and left bruises on her body the rest of the time? Had her life prior to Jimi been so horrible that he seemed like a step up? Pete knew about the abuse of her math teacher, so that at least explained her general belief structure of sex – one that he felt he was managing to change in her mind every time they made love. But he knew so very little about her family life, so very little. She knew all about his, having sat through his life story on that horrid, high flight New York. Pete was aware enough to know now would not be the best time to ask her, especially if it were a touchy subject. But maybe he was wrong. Maybe he should ask while she was open and vulnerable. No. No, he would not. She would tell him when she was ready.
But the disquiet in his soul needed to know something sooner than later. The only person who might possibly help in this situation was thousands of miles over the ocean, back in New York. Would James answer questions anyways? Perhaps he could ring up her cousin and at least ask. There would be no harm in that, right?
Pushing away from the non-functional mixing board, he headed over to the phone, glancing into the bedroom at his sleeping woman. Curled on her side with her long brown hair curling about her shoulders in seductive waves, even Cady asleep beckoned him. He struggled to not give into the magnetic pull and desire to slip into the bed with her and feel her curl around him. That could come after he talked to James.
Not knowing James’s number did not help matters. However, Pete pulled open the drawer beneath the phone on a whim and discovered a small phone book. Pulling a kitchen chair over quietly, he sat down and cracked open the small book. His eyes went to the first number listed, suddenly transfixed by Cady’s handwriting. He could not explain it, but it seemed so her, elegant but with a bit of flair to it. Even if he had not known the book was hers, he instantly knew he would recognize her handwriting anywhere in the world. And that thought alone made him smile.
Pete flipped through the book slowly, absorbing names from her ledger. Though he did not know the relationship to his woman of most of the names, he somehow felt closer to her with the names in his knowledge bank. Maybe he would even meet the people someday.
Finding the only James in the phonebook, Pete picked up the phone and dialed. Waiting for the transatlantic call to go through, he flipped through a few more pages. He reached a page with names scribbled out just as the ringing stopped, not leaving him any time to ponder what it meant.
“Hello?”
“Sorry to bother you, James, but this is Pete, Pete Townshend, and I wondered if you had a few minutes to talk with me.”
“Is Cady okay?”
He glanced into the bedroom, “Cady is better than she has ever been before.”
There was a long pause, ended with a sigh, “You do realize if you’re lying to me, I’ll have to come and–”
“Did you know Jimi bruised up Cady?”
“Fuck, really? I’m going beat the shit out of that ni–”
“I’ll tell you the same thing Cady told me: don’t risk yourself,” Pete responded. “But… I was wondering if you could answer some things for me.”
“Wait a minute. You call and drop a bomb on me about Cady’s last boyfriend beating her and you want me to answer questions?”
Pete sighed, “Cady’s asleep right now after spending pretty much all day recounting her life with Jimi. She is in an infinitely better location now, but… I am left with wondering why she thought Jimi was the better alternative to school and whatever else. I know you have no reason to give me any answers, especially considering the circumstances. But I love her and I need to do whatever I can to make sure her life is–”
“Do you love her?”
“With my entire heart and soul.”
The line remained quiet for so long, Pete thought the call had been dropped.
“James?”
“If you fucking hurt her, they won’t even be able to identify you by your dental records.”
“You do not have to worry, James. You have my word.”
“I don’t know you well enough for that to be enough. Are you going to marry her?”
He barely even paused before answering, “When the time comes, should we both decide that is the best course to take, then we shall. I love Cady. I will spend the rest of my life with her, taking care of her, protecting her. Whatever she needs I will provide. I love her. I want nothing more than to do what is right by her.”
James half-chuckled, “Peter, you may be the first person to finally see her for who she is. What do you want to know?”
An hour later, Pete dropped the phone onto the base and rubbed his face. He had not smoked since New York but now… now he really needed a smoke. Or a stiff drink. That he at least had around.
Getting to his feet, Pete headed into the bedroom first. Sitting on the edge of the bed next to his sleeping girlfriend, he reached to her face and gently cupped her cheek. She stirred slightly, but only enough to smile. His thumb traced over her bottom lip and he leaned down.
“I love you, Cadence. Now and forever. No one is ever going to hurt you again, my love. Ever,” he muttered and kissed her softly. “No one.”
Remaining where he was a for a long moment, just watching her sleep peacefully, he tried to shove the news into the back of his thoughts. James’s words still rumbled about, contrasting harshly with the vision before him. She was only nineteen. She did not deserve to live the life she had already. He was going to see that every single day for the rest of her life was better, would help her forget the dark days of her youth.
Kissing her once more, tears in his eyes, Pete stood once more and headed into the kitchen. Wrenching open a cabinet, he pulled out a random glass bottle before reaching for a random glass. Filling it nearly to the brim, his teary blue eyes focused on the liquid for a moment. Lifting the glass to his lips, Pete swallowed three large mouthfuls of the bourbon before setting the glass down. Leaving both the glass and the bottle on the counter, he stumbled back into his studio and sank to the floor. He crawled to the wall and pulled his knees to his chest, tears streaming down his cheeks before he buried his face on his knees. His body shook with sobs until exhaustion stole consciousness from him.
Waking alone in bed, Cady frowned, her fingers stretching to grasp a body that was not there. Sitting up the sheet fell away from her body. Barely noticing she was nude, save for her panties, Cady scrambled out of bed. She pushed open the bathroom door first, hoping to find Pete in there. Finding it empty, she left their bedroom, her eyes first looking to the couch. Not even bothering with the kitchen, though she noticed the booze on the seared counter, she headed into his studio room and flicked on the light. Her eyes instantly went to Pete huddled against the wall, arms holding his knees to his chest.
Hurrying over to him, she squatted in front of Pete, her fingers reaching to touch his forehead, “Pete? Baby?”
His arms instantly released his legs, allowing them to drop, and circled her instead. Pulling her close, he kissed her. His embrace was almost suppressive, holding her so tightly she could not get her arms out to hold him. She wiggled slightly, attempting to free herself non-verbally.
“Pete… you gotta let me go,” she muttered when his embrace remained just as tight. “You’re smothering me.”
His arms instantly released her, “Oh, baby, baby, baby. I am sorry. I…”
Her hands framed his face, forcing his eyes to meet hers, “Pete, what’s gotten into you?”
“I’m so sorry, Cady,” he muttered. “I never should have… I’m sorry.”
Pulling back enough to maneuver to sit on the floor beside him, she looped her arms around his shoulders and kissed his temple, “Pete, what’s wrong?”
“James… James…”
“James what, Pete?”
He laid his head upon her bare shoulder, his arms going around her waist, “I called him last night. We spoke for over an hour.”
“James who?”
“Your cousin. The one I met at your place in New York.”
Her body stiffened, “How did you know he was my cousin?”
“He told me.”
“What else did he tell you, Pete?”
“About your childhood.”
Cady remained silent.
“I… I understand so much about you now, Cady. And baby, I am never, ever going to treat you that way – nor is anyone else. I love you. I–”
“Pete, whatever James told you is not true,” she interrupted. “I never saw him when I was growing up. I did not even know he was my cousin until my sister came to visit before I left for California to find you and recognized him. Apparently, he was even at her wedding, that I missed because I was here or wherever with Jimi. James knows nothing about my life, absolutely nothing, Pete. Had you come and asked me last night, I would have told you exactly this and you would have no need to work yourself up into whatever you did last night and you certainly wouldn’t have needed to drink bourbon.”
His eyes went to hers, “You mean you father didn’t… touch you inappropriately?”
“My father never touched me period. I am most certainly the oops baby in all meanings of the word. I am certain my father tried to claim I was not his the months leading up to my birth, but he could not deny once I was born how much I look like him. I certainly have his eyes, unlike everyone else in my family who has brown eyes,” she explained. “He never held me or kissed me or gave me any attention at all. And neither did my mother. But they did not abuse me. They certainly did neglect me and perhaps that is the reason behind a lot of what happened to me as a child, but they did not hit me and they most certainly did not fuck me.”
“But James said–”
“James is also notorious for his lies, Pete, which is one of the reasons he makes such a good actor. He is always pretending as it is. I’m not even entirely sure he’s gay; it could just be another one of his acts,” Cady stated, her fingers ran down the side of his face. “Tell me, Pete, were you actually fighting my alleged demons last night or your own?”
His eyes wavered as he looked into hers. Sighing his arms tightened about her waist and he shook his head as he hid in her hair. Cady kissed the top of his head and closed her eyes. He began to tremble in her arms and she knew he answered her question without speaking. Holding him for a while, she pulled back and tilted his face to hers. Her lips gently touched his, her cheeks dampening with his tears.
“I love you, Pete. I know you have some demons inside of you, some that you do not even know about yourself. And maybe someday you will find out about them, I do not know. It is not for me to speculate about. But it does not matter to me. You could have a whole legion of demons living in your soul and I would still love you until the end of time,” she stated evenly. “I love you, Pete.”
He pressed his forehead to hers, “I thought… I could not understand why you would stay with Jimi for so long, especially after the… rough almost sex. I knew there had to be more to it, that something had happened in your childhood that you had not told me about. Therefore, I called James and… it made sense. It really did seem to make sense.”
“You should have just come, woke me up, and asked me, Pete. I would answer any of your questions.”
“Would you? We’ve been together for–”
“Pete, do not try and guilt me about something that never happened. I will tell you anything you want to know. I have absolutely no reason to keep secrets from you ever. Why would I? I am spending the rest of my life with you. No room for secrets in there.”
“Why did you… why did you stay with Jimi when he treated you so poorly?”
“Because, baby,” she caressed his cheek, “before you I didn’t really know any better. No one has ever treated me half as good as you do, Pete. I stayed with Jimi because I was clinging to the hope that the next day would be better. I stayed with Jimi because he did not always neglect me, he did seem to see me. I stayed with Jimi because even bad days with him felt better than good days back at school or at home. He never beat me, not even when he was drunk which is when he is most aggressive. He was very rough that night we attempted to have sex, that much is true. But he never touched me after then. Had he, I like to think I would have left him. And I do not regret it, not for a moment. Because he brought me to you. He brought me to you, Pete.”
He sighed, “Cady, I’m… I am so sorry. I…”
She kissed him softly, “I love you, Pete. Trust me enough to talk to me about these things, my love. I know I am not always the most open but yesterday… yesterday I shared with you things I had not told anyone. And guess what? I felt better and closer to you. I know that opening up to you is the best thing I can do for me, I can do for us. Please trust me to do just that.”
“Oh, Cady, I love you. I love you so very much,” he declared.
Her lips touched his again, “I love you too, Pete. More than I imagined possible.”
He deepened the kiss, guiding her to sit in his lap instead of beside him. His hands settled on her hips as hers surrounded his face once more. Slowly his hands began to slide up her sides. His fingertips halted just below her armpits and his lips began to wander from hers. She closed her eyes as he guided her slightly back, enabling his mouth to access her breasts. Sighing happily her hands went to his shoulders to provide more support as he began to lightly kiss and suckle her nipples. With her hands supporting her weight, his hands wandered to cup and caress her breasts. He loved how perfectly her milky globes filled his hands. She was made just for him; he knew it.
Leaving his oral play of her nipples, Pete’s mouth returned to hers, his fingers still dancing around her pebble-hard nipples. His lips showered little kisses over her face, making her smile and giggle.
“I love you, Cadence. Completely,” he muttered before kissing her mouth again.
“I love you more, Peter,” she teased.
“Oh do you now?” his sparkling blue eyes met hers.
She nodded and kissed him sweetly, “I do.”
“We will just have to see about that,” he countered and slowly guided her to lay back.
Pressing her toes to the wall, Cady pushed away slightly, causing Pete’s lips to skip from her collarbone to just under the swell of her breasts. Smiling against her skin, he continued to kiss and nip lightly at her skin, making his way down to the waistband of her panties. As his lips danced around her waistband, Cady’s fingers dug into the tee shirt he wore, tugging it over his head. Once he pulled his hands free, he ran his left hand over her pubic mound, gently pressing down and feeling the fabric of her lacy panties instantly become wet. Both hands snapped to her waistband, fingers curling over. She instantly arched up to allow him to slide the panties down her long legs.
Pete absently tossed her panties over his shoulder, not caring the least bit where they landed. Looping her legs over his shoulders, he bent over and began to kiss and lick around her oozing sex. Cady groaned and moaned, her hands covering her breasts, her fingers pinching her own nipples. Avoiding suckling on her clitoris or even tonguing her slit, Pete slid back up her body and captured her panting mouth.
As their tongues tousled, he freed himself from his pants and shorts simultaneously, struggling some to shake his legs free while maintaining the kiss. With her legs still resting upon his shoulders, causing her body to curve and open for him, Pete guided his cock towards her slit. Rubbing his head just barely inside her crease, he smiled, ending the kiss and allowing her to moan. With her hands clutching his arms, Cady groaned as he slowly sank into her.
Though her body’s position was perfectly set for hard, quick loving, Pete chose a slower but deeper tempo. Every thrust forward guided him more deeply into her. She gasped and moaned his name, her nails gently biting into his skin. Sinking so fully into her, he could not tell where he ended and she began, Pete leaned down and kissed her once more, holding his position.
“Oh just stay right there, Pete,” she instructed, breathily as he ended the kiss. “Your cock has filled me up completely, baby.”
Smiling he kissed the corners of her mouth, “I love you, Cady.”
“You are a part of me, Pete. Forever.”
Kissing her mouth fully once more, he slowly pulled out from her hot depths. She groaned and complained, causing Pete to slam completely into her. As that elicited a gasp, he repeated the action enough that it changed the rhythm of their lovemaking. Soon he was thrusting quickly into her, though rarely withdrawing much at all.
“Oh god… Oh god… Oh Pete… I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”
His teeth nibbled on her right ear, “Cum for me, baby. Cum for me.”
Feeling her body tense, he thrust as deeply into her as possible once more, one hand dropped between them to slip between her petals and rub her bud. Her sheath clenched hard around his staff, practically triggering his own orgasm as she screamed out his name. Somehow staving off his own plateau, he continued to move within her throbbing body, not allowing Cady to descend from the plateau at all.
Hand leaving her clitoris, Pete guided her legs down from his shoulders. Cady instantly wrapped her legs around his waist, minimizing how far he could thrust in and out of her. Her chest continued to heave, her lips continued to moan. Her body was completely on fire and yet he continued to stoke it.
“Oh god… again… Please… Pete… Oh god…” she moaned loudly. “Cum in me. Cum with me.”
That was all he needed to let go. With a loud grunt, he thrust hard into her. Lightning shot down his spine and exploded into her spasming body. Her womb sucked upon his body hard, draining him of every last drop. Yet he did not instantly become flaccid.
“Oh, Cady, I love you,” he kissed her, his hands pushing her wet hair from her face. “I love you.”
“You complete me.”
Smiling, Pete kissed her again. Before he could say anything, in return the phone rang in the other room. He tried to ignore it, but by the third ring, she was already insisting that he answer it. Regretfully pulling out of her body, his cock ever ready for another round, Pete hurried out of the room to answer the phone.
Remaining lying on the floor in his studio, Cady bit her bottom lip while smiling. She listened to his breathy greeting and wondered if the person on the other end would chastise him for answering the phone breathless. Her eyes glanced around the mostly unfinished room, wondering if the couple before them had a child who slept in that room before they moved out. The carpeting under her back seemed soft and plush, something befitting a bedroom for a wee one. Rather than house children, it now provided space for a different kind of growing being, that of Pete’s music. She really did feel honored and special sharing this space with him.
As her eyes wandered to his mixing board, a smile lit her face. She could turn over, plug the machine in herself, and then ask him to mess with it again. Somehow moving from the spot on the floor he left her seemed wrong. She would just wait for her lover to return and then ask him if he had checked the plug on his machine when trying to get it to work.
He returned to the studio room and looked directly at Cady. Still lying on her back as he left her, her feet near the wall, her eyes meeting his, nearly made him forget the context of the phone call as it were. Heading over to her, he squatted above her head and leaned down to kiss her upside down mouth. Before he could say anything, her fingers reached up. One hand circled his cock; the other cradled his balls. Pete nearly forgot how to continue the kiss.
Pulling from the kiss, his hands went to her wrists and he gently pulled her away from her expert touches. Their eyes met and he released her hands, allowing her to turn over and move onto her knees. Her hands went to his shoulders as her mouth hungrily kissed his once more. Before Pete could object or even really process her actions, his back pressed against the soft carpet. His girlfriend’s lips remained connected to his in the shift, causing her sex to press once more to his. She wasted no time impaling herself upon his turgid cock once more.
Cady rode Pete hard and fast, pressing up out of the kiss to toss her hair out of her eyes. He kept her sitting upright as she ground against him, his hands once more fastened upon her breasts. He knew from her pace that she was close once more and was determined to explode with her as well.
“Baby,” he moaned. “Look at me.”
Their eyes connected the moment orgasm shot through their connected bodies once more. Cady’s fingers grabbed his, intertwining their fingers, and she leaned down, her body still slightly gyrating. Her lips touched his, drinking gently of his kiss, as the pulsing carnal exchange between them began to slow. Her lips left his, gently kissing to his right ear. With her mouth fastened to his lobe, she directed him to turn his face towards the underside of his mixing desk.
“I know why your equipment hasn’t been working,” she muttered.
“Baby, I think we just proved twice that it works just fine, better than Jimi’s even.”
Cady chuckled, “Open your eyes and tell me what you see.”
Complying, Pete glanced around at the mess of cords and boxes. It took him a few moments to figure out what she expected him to see, especially as they were still coming down from their high. Slowly his eyes settled on the electrical outlet – the very one that the mixing deck should have been plugged into.
“Fuck me,” he muttered.
“I just did,” she responded.
His eyes whirled to meet hers and he grinned, “Baby, you’re amazing.”
Cady kissed him quickly and began to shift to stand up, “I know I am. But so are you.”
His arms circled her waist, keeping her from pulling away even though he had already slipped free from her body, “Only because of you.”
Her lips touched his nose, “You are amazing without me. We are just more so because of each other. You made beautiful music before me.”
His smile instantly faded at that, “Baby, that call was Kit.”
“And?”
“We leave for a tour of the States tomorrow,” he declared.
Cady kissed him, “Excellent. I am excited to see you guys play.”
“Um, baby, Kit implied you couldn’t go with us.”
“Well then go call him back so I can talk to him,” she stated, getting to her feet and then pulling him up. “If it’s a matter of money, you know that is not an issue.”
“But I thought you didn’t want anyone to know about your money,” Pete responded, trailing behind her out of the room.
“Trust me, Pete. He won’t. I managed a workaround with Jimi’s people. I will with yours,” she declared. “I am not staying here in London while girls do whatever they can to get in your pants. You belong to me.”
“Cady, I don’t see how this is a good ide–”
“Would you rather have me stay here in London with the only person for companionship being Jimmy Page?”
His eyes widened, “I’ll ring Kit right away.”
Sitting on the bed, Pete watched as Cady pawed through his clothing. While Karen had recently taken interest in his attire, his love seemed far more intense about it. Only packing for the tour, she had apparently already decided half of his wardrobe would never do. The only items she pulled out had been the ones she purchased for him in New York. The other remained hanging in his side of the closet. Closing the closet door, she headed over to him with the last acceptable shirt and tossed it into the pile next to him. Without a word, she straddled his lap and kissed his mouth gently.
“How much do you love me?”
Feeling there was a catch to the question, Pete hesitated, “More than anything in the world.”
“Good. We need to go to the bank and then to the hippest clothing store in London,” she kissed him again and began to pull away from him.
Pete’s arms circled her waist, kissing her quickly, “Why?”
“Because, my love, this is the band’s triumphant tour of the States after exploding into the mindset of American music lover,” Cady declared. “So we need to show them exactly how with it you are.”
“And my wardrobe is going to make that big of a difference?”
“Hell yes!” she kissed him quickly. “Though perhaps I should make certain you are the ugliest one on stage so I don’t have to fight off the girls.”
Pete smiled crookedly, “I doubt you will have to do that. I already am the ug–”
“Pete,” she warned and kissed his nose, “you are handsome and sexy and intelligent and my god I love you. The girls will line up to see you. But I’m not worried. I can beat the best of them.”
He smirked, hands surrounding her face before kissing her again, “I love you, Cady. These alleged girls have nothing on you.”
“Regardless, we’re going shopping. Kit mentioned something about getting you guys on American TV. Therefore, we definitely need to make certain your attire is something special. I do not think we will be in New York long enough to do much shopping. So come and hurry up. We have not much time to waste. Kit will be by very early in the morning to take us to the airport.”
An hour later Pete was sequestered in a small dressing room in the back of Granny Takes A Trip. As she had in New York, Cady brought him garment after garment, sometimes making such faces of displeasure when he stepped out of the room, he became self-conscious and would have to be coaxed out the next time. While Karen had gently pushed him to branch out into colors, Cady had already thrust him heavily into the palette, more so at Granny’s than she had in New York. At first, it made him feel very self-aware, like everyone was looking at him. It made him uncomfortable, extremely so.
Stopping a man passing by whom she recognized, Cady requested him to stick around and encourage Pete when he stepped out the next time. Shrugging the man agreed.
“Baby, let me see,” she called.
“Cady, I don’t think–”
“Just come out, Pete,” she stated.
He pulled the heavy curtain to the side and stepped out wearing a gold, fitted brocade jacket. Cady’s eyes instantly lit up but she said nothing. Instead, she glanced to the man on her left, waiting for him to weigh in on Pete’s attire, biting her bottom lip to keep from blurting something out.
“Can I borrow your girl for awhile, Pete?”
His blue eyes snapped to the man, “No, Ringo.”
He frowned, “Why not?”
“Why do you want her?”
“Besides the fact she’s a beautiful bird?”
Pete nodded, awkwardly played with the frilly cuffs that extended past the edge of the jacket sleeves.
“Because I have never seen you look so pulled together before. I mean it is not like you did not have some sort of thing going on with your wardrobe, but this… this is exactly what your band needs,” Ringo stated. “It is almost like you are deciding to take this American tour seriously.”
His eyes snapped to the Beatles’ drummer, “I have always taken this band seriously.”
“Uh huh,” Ringo nodded before turning to Cady. “Do not suppose I could interest you in a drink?”
Smiling crookedly Cady shook her head, “Perhaps some other time, Ringo. Pete and I haven’t much time before we leave. But thank you.”
He leaned over and kissed her cheek, whispering in her ear, “I don’t know who you are or anything about you. But the light in his eyes in unmistakable. Hold onto him.”
Watching Ringo leave, Pete waited to speak up until his friend was out of earshot, “What did he say to you?”
Cady stepped forward and kissed him softly, “He said I need to hold onto you because of the light in your eyes. Come, my love, and get back into your own clothes. We are done here today.”
His eyes searched hers briefly, “But I thought you wanted me to… oh. I’ll be right out.”
“Don’t tear the jacket before we buy it Pete,” she instructed, smiling as he hurried back into the dressing room. “We’ll stop for food on the way home and get to bed early so we’re… rested before Kit shows up. But don’t rush. We have plenty of time before sunrise.”
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