Chapter Eleven, Sleeping Prince
Posted by DiF on Saturday, August 13, 2011
Title: Midnight Shift: Chapter Eleven, Sleeping Prince
Rating: NC-17 [language, alcohol, and sex]
Summary: Robert - Summer - Jimmy causes issues...
Fingers danced over her ribs until she squirmed and wiggled in delight. Her eyes were squeezed close, hiding the sparkling sapphires from Robert’s sight. He paused in his tickling, hoping that would be enough for her to look up at him. As desired her eyes fluttered open and looked up at him. He dipped down and kissed her before his fingers wiggled and reignited her giggles.
A loud knock interrupted their play. While Robert wanted to ignore and continue tickling her, he removed his hands and grudgingly moved off his straddling position. The girl quickly sat up, scooted back on the bed until her back touched the headboard, and protectively pulled her knees to her chest.
Opening the door, Robert frowned at the road manager, “What do you want?”
“Starship leaves in two hours for Vancouver. We’ll leave the hotel in less than an hour. Be downstairs in forty minutes.”
Closing the door without replying Robert turned to Summer, “We’re leaving for Canada soon.”
Her eyes held his evenly, “Well have fun.”
“You’re not coming?”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Canada is a different country,” Summer pointed out.
“Yeahhhhh? So?”
“I can’t go with you.”
Suddenly remembering her questioning leaving California, Robert understood her worry. Nodding to her once, he snatched up the phone and waited for the front desk to answer.
When a sweet voice finally did, Robert said, “Sweetheart, I have a question for you about Canada: do you as an American citizen need a passport to visit?”
Nodding at her answer, Robert thanked her and hung up the phone. He turned back to his girlfriend, meeting her eyes, a very serious look on his face.
“Well sorry to say it, but... well...”
Frowning, Summer sighed, “Told you.”
“You’re coming with us,” he smiled. “You don’t need a passport. Besides we don’t go through the airport, baby. Limos will pick us up at the plane. No one even checking your ID.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to get you in trouble,” Summer responded.
“Everything will be just fine, baby. Get dressed for the concert. We’re leaving soon.”
Pulling on a long linen skirt and a dark blue vest that clung to her slight curves, Summer was ready to leave within minutes. Looking her over, Robert dug out a turquoise necklace and bracelet, slipping both onto the girl. Subtly he was claiming her as his own once more. Thanking him softly with a slight blush in her cheeks, Summer’s hand slipped into his. Heading towards the door, Robert could barely contain his happiness in having her with him. However his thoughts were interrupted as she quickly pulled away to grab her guitar case. She kissed him as he reached for the door leading to the hall. Robert was certain the night was going to be perfect.
On the Starship within the hour, Jimmy sat on the couch beside Summer, trapping her between him and Robert. He did not speak to her directly at first, instead focusing on chatting with Peter who stood nearby. However the guitarist fell silent as soon as the plane’s engines started up. No one seemed to notice, Robert and Peter keeping up the conversation. Summer felt Jimmy tense, especially since his leg was touching hers. While she had very few flights in her short experience, and the one from San Diego had terrified her, her fingers discreetly reached for Jimmy’s. His eyes flashed to hers as their hands intertwined. Smiling assuredly, Summer kept his gaze as the plane taxied down the runway. His grip on her hand strengthened as the plane lifted from the ground. Only when they levelled off did the guitarist release her.
“Guess what?” she spoke softly, not drawing anyone’s attention but his.
“What?”
“I brought her with me. Do you want me to play for you?”
Jimmy smiled, “Yea.”
Jumping up, she quickly kissed Robert when his attention snapped to her. Summer leaned past him, removing the guitar case from where he stowed it after boarding. He instantly smiled. Though it was a gift from Jimmy, Summer played it some earlier that day and Robert just knew her touch was magical on those strings. Some day he too would buy her a beautiful guitar to replace the one Jimmy gifted her.
Sitting back between the two men, Summer strummed the guitar once, checking its tuning. Satisfied, she glanced sideways at Jimmy, seeking encouragement to play what he had taught the previous day. He smiled and nodded.
“You might know this one,” she spoke softly, turning the other direction to look at Robert. “At least I think you might.”
The young blond took a deep breath, moving her fingers into position. Robert watched her eyes close as her fingers found the first note. Her eyes only fluttered open after a minute of playing, clearly seeking recognition in what she played.
Rather than say anything, Robert chose to answer the unasked question by singing, “I don’t know how to tell you...”
Jealousy flared in Jimmy as Summer played and sung, Robert joining her. He hated how her steady dulcet voice caressed Robert’s. He hated how her fingers naturally danced over the strings. He hated how much he wanted to chase everyone away and have her play only for him. He hated how jealous he was.
The last note hung in the air for a long moment. Jimmy snapped back into the present when a small gathered crowd applauded the young girl. She giggled as Robert praised her, kissing her happily. All went silent as she looked to Jimmy for his opinion.
Blinking he smiled at her, “That was great, Summer. I think we can try another song already.”
“Really? I didn’t fuck it up?”
“Well there might have been some minor errors, but nothing I might not do myself,” he lied, trying to draw out the guitar teaching with Summer.
“I’ll play it again without singing,” she declared. “Feel free to correct me.”
For the rest of the flight, Summer played “That’s the Way” until Jimmy could find nothing wrong with how she played. A few times he struggled to not pull her into his lap and correct her playing. Instead he verbally did so, even though Robert drifted off to talk with others while Summer played.
“Wonderful,” he commented softly as her expectant eyes went to his. “Flawless.”
Sighing Summer smiled, pulling her hand away from the guitar neck and flexing her fingers, “Oh thank you. I thought my fingers would fall off if you wanted me to play again.”
“You will build up the stamina,” he proclaimed, holding his hand out. “Let me see.”
Placing her hand in his, she asked, “Have you ever played so much you bled?”
“Not in a long time,” Jimmy stated, turning her hand over in his. “But my fingers are not soft and gentle like yours, but hardened from years of play.”
Her eyes dropped to their hands as his thumb ran gently over the reddened pads of her fingers. His touch hurt slightly but it was far more unnerving that it sent chills down her spine.
“Spend this concert with my tech. You will learn a lot about guitars from him,” Jimmy suggested.
“But Robert says I need to stay with Benji because Cole—”
“He’s never going to hurt you, princess. I promise,” Jimmy breathed.
Her lips parted to reply but she found no words to describe how she felt in response. Instead she slowly pulled her hand out of his and broke his intense gaze by quickly looking around. Slowly Summer looked back to Jimmy and nodded slightly, accepting his suggestion.
Watching the concert from Jimmy’s side rather than John Paul’s where Benji preferred to station her, was far more different than she expected. Never had she paid that much attention to Jimmy, other than to casually notice that he moved around the stage a lot. But now that she was on his side supposedly learning about guitars, Summer found it impossible to look away. His guitar was slung far lower than she could even imagine holding hers. He moved about the stage, posing nearly as much as Robert did. She could not push from her mind that he was showing off any more than she could look away. He had her completely entranced.
The way Jimmy played the guitar made her yearn to be the instrument. He was not playing it, plucking it, strumming it, but making love to it. He rubbed and pressed it against his crotch, held it close. He caressed it and loved it. His lover was his guitar. And in that very moment, she wanted to replace the guitar in his arms.
Robert bounded off stage as “Moby Dick” began, instantly looking around for Summer. For some reason he could not really explain, his voice was fucking up and he was hoping she could... well he wasn’t sure. She didn’t have a magic wand that could fix it, but maybe something would help. Or maybe he couldn’t focus on singing with her onJimmy’s side of the stage. He would ask her to return to her proper location when he went back on stage. She was his girlfriend, not Jimmy’s guitar tech.
“Where’s Summer?” he demanded a bit more brusquely than he intended of Benji.
“Still on sta—”
“Get her,” he commanded gruffly.
The assistant hurried off as the singer stalked into the dressing room. He quickly snatched up a bottle of champagne and took out his frustrations on opening the bottle. Before Robert could pop the cork out, a small hand covered his, fingers prying his away. His eyes pivoted away from the uncorked alcohol, meeting concerned sapphire.
“Robert,” she breathed.
He scowled, snapping the bottle out of her hand to continue working on the cork, turning his back to her. It popped just as Summer stepped around him, facing him again. This time he hadn’t the chance to fight off her hands as the bubbly drink foamed over his fingers. She quickly removed the bottle, set it on the counter behind herself, and picked up a towel to dry his hands. Remaining still, he watched her actions with a touch of coolness, barely able to bite back his tongue with the acid comments eating away at it.
“You going to take care of Jimmy during Bonzo’s solo?” he seethed.
Her eyes shot to his, “Jimmy can take care of himself. Why would I be taking care of him?”
“Oh come on. It’s not like you haven’t been—”
“Stop it. Right now,” Summer interrupted. “I’m with you, Robert. We went over this yesterday. You you you you. Just because Jimmy thought I would learn something from helping his tech tonight doesn’t mean I’m going to spread my legs when he walks in here any moment. I belong to you, Robert. You and you only.”
“But—”
“Robert Anthony Plant,” she warned, “stop it right now.”
“But—”
“Who do I love?”
“Me.”
“Whose baby am I having?”
Jimmy walked into the dressing room at that particular moment, his tech, Steve, a few steps behind him, apparently trying to explain where Summer was. The guitarist halted abruptly in the doorway, his eyes focused intently on the golden couple. Summer’s soft words echoed in his head, his brain struggling to process it. Could she? No, no, she couldn’t be. He had misheard her, jumbled her words with Steve’s, some how making it seem like she had just asked Robert who fathered her baby, a baby she clearly didn’t have.
“Mine,” Robert replied, having not noticed Jimmy and the tech.
Summer didn’t say anything else, motioning towards the door with her eyes. Slowly Robert turned around. His eyes met Jimmy’s and he felt a smug sense of satisfaction that the guitarist had clearly walked in at the precise moment needed to be slapped verbally. He also felt a stint of pride in the fact the guitarist now knew of Summer’s special status, even if it was a bit... reckless.
“You’re pregnant?” Jimmy asked, looking directly at the young girl.
“Possibly,” she responded.
“Well, um... yea,” he muttered and shuffled to retrieve his bottle of Jack.
Summer stepped around Robert after pointing at the sink for him to wash his champagne-sticky hands, “Jimmy, tell Robert you’re just helping me learn about guitars.”
The guitarist glanced sideways at the singer before taking a swig off his bottle. He smirked to himself. Robert was worried that he was after the petite little musician. While he was right, Jimmy was not about to confirm that, especially since he had noticed Robert’s voice had been compromised that night. He did not want anything to effect his band negatively. He would play along... for now, though he was still going to show off when on stage for her.
He looked directly at Robert, “I am just helping her learn about guitars. Summer has talent, you must admit. I am merely the teacher to her pupil.”
Robert looked at him for a long time, apparently trying to decide if he was going to believe Jimmy or not. Knowing Jimmy as long as he had, he did in fact not trust the other man, at least in concern of women. But he did trust Summer. He fully trusted Summer.
“Sticks, boys!” a roadie poked his head into the dressing room.
“I’ll be on Jonesy’s side for the rest of the show,” Summer declared.
Robert’s eyes went back to hers. She quickly slipped her hand in his, tugging him towards the door. As she lead Robert back to the stage, she felt Jimmy’s eyes on her and was infinitely glad he hadn’t attempted to stop her, not that she would have listened to him. Pausing before the stage, in part to locate Benji, in part to let John Paul ascend the steps first, Summer wrapped her arms around Robert’s neck. Pressing up on her very tip toes, she stretched to kiss him. Smiling slightly, he dipped down to meet her kiss, his arms wrapping around her back. He relaxed as her lips parted and invited him to deepen the kiss. As her strawberry kiss consumed him, he sorely wished that he did not need to be back on the stage soon.
“Oh, baby,” he groaned as she pulled away.
“Go show Vancouver what you’re made of, my love,” she muttered. “We’ll take care of the champagne and such things afterwards.”
Sucking back the rest of the bottle’s contents, Jimmy grimaced as Robert lead Summer by the hand back to the bedroom of the plane. Even though he had given her up for the rest of the concert, noticing the difference in Robert’s singing almost instantly, he hadn’t given her up permanently, not even really for the night. But before he could ask her to play with him, the guitar that is, Robert had swept her up and away in a swirl of golden giggles. And he was once more left to sulk jealously on the couch with a bottle of Jack Daniels and a groupie slut eyeing him. He knew patience was a fucking virtue, but fuck that. He was Jimmy fucking Page, the best guitarist of the best band in the world. If he wanted something, he damn well deserved it.
And he wanted Summer. Right now.
Stumbling to his feet, he turned to disrupt the sex that should not be happening in the back of the plane, at least not without him. Hell he would share her with Robert then, not always, but that night it would be permitted. Just as long as he was tasting her, touching her, it didn’t ma—
“No, mate,” a strong arm shot across his chest.
Jimmy’s dark gray eyes shot to the one stopping him, “Fuck off, Bonzo.”
“Yeah, not happening,” the drummer declared. “Leave Summer and Robert alone.”
“What makes you think—”
“Uh, perhaps because I spend more time with you than my own fucking wife these past couple of years?” he retorted. “Come on, mate. We’ve got plenty of things we can do that do not involve interrupting Percy loving his woman.”
“Fuck you. I can—”
“No,” Bonzo declared again before bodily turning Jimmy away from the hallway. “Why don’t you... uh... play backgammon with Jonesy and I’ll get us some fine drinks?”
Jimmy practically snarled at the drummer, “I will not play backgammon with Jonesy.”
“Take it easy, Pagey,” Bonzo stated, holding a drink out to the guitarist. “Really. Just relax.”
Suddenly noticing a lot more were staring at him, Jimmy accepted the drink and stalked to sit in the corner alone. He would avoid all of them and sulk with his drink. It had absolutely nothing to do with anyone else. At all.
Sighing contently, Summer placed her hands on Robert’s chest. Slowly she leaned down and kissed him, making the singer smile as he slipped his arms around her bare back. Tenderly they kissed, the flavor of champagne still lingering on their tongues, as euphoria still coursed through their veins. While his libido always raged post-concert, likely a combination of the performing high and the few snorts of cocaine, tonight had been different. Maybe it was their abstaining the night before or his current suspicions of Jimmy’s intentions, Robert didn’t know. All he did know is even with two orgasms deep inside of Summer, he still craved more. And the little minx was once more grinding against him while they kissed.
Rolling her onto her back once more, Robert regretfully withdrew from her, “We’re going to land soon.”
Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him close once more, “We’re never going to land, Daddy, unless you finish what you started.”
Groaning he kissed her again. She was better than a quick fuck but she was absolutely right. One more climax and he should be able to pull away and tuck himself back into his pants. At least he would have hoped as much. Her moans were quick and breathy, her own hands kneading her breasts as he thrust into her. The sounds of the jet appeared to change, indicating they were close to landing. But Robert cared nothing about that, only about the girl panting as she met each thrust.
The jet’s tires bumped onto the wet black pavement of the runway. Increasing his pace Robert only heard the wet squish and slap of their bodies, not the pilot’s announcement of the band’s return to Seattle. Summer cried out in ecstasy, a sound he was very familiar with, and wrapped herself around him, pulling him deep as her body quivered. With a slight twitch of his hips and a deep grunt, Robert joined her in ecstasy. A moment later the plane stopped moving.
Pulling away from her, Robert took a deep breath. Glancing down at his slick cock, he couldn’t help but smile as a milky white trickle dripped from her sex as he vacated it. However three orgasms within ninety minutes seemed to slake his desire for his little girl, at least for the moment. Slowly he climbed out of the bed to dress, handing her clothes to her for the same.
As he helped her to his feet, Robert kissed her, which oddly incited a frown, “What’s wrong, baby?”
“It’s trickling down my legs,” she declared.
Nodding Robert looked around. Snatching a hand towel from the small wet bar, he knelt before her. Flipping up her skirt and nudging her to spread her legs slightly, he wiped up her inner thighs. Pressing the towel to her labia, his other hand went to her lower abdomen. Gently he pushed, hoping to help squeeze more out. Summer chuckled softly. Patting her hopefully dry, Robert tossed the towel aside and stood back up, just as a knock sounded.
“Better, baby?”
“It’s such a waste,” she sighed.
Robert laughed, “Don’t worry, baby. There’s more where that came from.”
Summer grinned, taking his hand as he opened the door, unsurprised it was Jimmy who knocked, and asked blatantly, “You gonna fuck me silly when we get back to the hotel?”
Stopping he glanced at her, “Oh baby, you have no idea.”
Glowering Jimmy stalked away, no longer wanting to ask the pretty girl if she would play for him again. Clearly she only wanted to play with Percy’s co—
“Jimmy?” a sweet voice called after him, making him stop halfway to the exit.
“What?” he snapped, turning to face her, slightly surprised Robert wasn’t beside her.
“Will you play with me when we get back to the hotel?”
His eyes locked with hers, “Excuse me?”
She caught up to him, “Robert is going to eat and shower and I’m not. Do you think we could play a bit? I think my fingers are okay.”
Still confused especially after the golden couple’s declaration at the doorway, he said nothing.
Summer held up her hands, “Seeeee? They’re not red any more.”
His eyes flicked to the pads of her fingers, “You want to play guitar with me while waiting to fuck Percy?”
“No, I want to play guitar with you because I think there’s a lot to learn. And I figured you still had the high from the concert and — oh you probably want to shower and eat too.”
The immediate response to that went through his mind was “with you” but Jimmy didn’t mutter that. Instead he shrugged and turned away.
“Found it!” Robert announced with a slight drunken lilt to his voice, approaching the two with Summer’s guitar. “You two gonna play again?”
Turning back to face the pair, standing at the exit from the plane, Jimmy said, “Are you two serious? The two of you fucked like rabbits the entire flight and proclaimed you weren’t done yet. And now you want me to play guitar when we get back to the hotel? Are you insane?”
“Well,” Summer began, “I may be a bit drunk. We did drink two bottles of... of...”
“Dom Perignon,” Robert declared.
“But I do want to play with you,” she claimed. “And I thought you wanted to play with me too.”
Her innocent eyes held his. Yes, he did want to play with her, but not in the manner she was thinking. She was driving him mad and the worst part was either Robert’s assistance or the fact she was seemingly unaware. Right then he merely wanted to bend her over his knee and paddle her ass for being so troublesome. But oh that wouldn’t help him at all – or maybe it would. Maybe that would brand her as his. Maybe –
“This is precisely why the lyrics ‘the soul of woman is created below’ are true,” he muttered.
“Huh?” Summer replied.
“Let’s get in the car. We’ll discuss it on the way to the hotel,” Jimmy stated.
Seated between the two men in the back of a limo a minute later, Summer burst into giggles. Unexplained and uncontrollable, she giggled for three stoplights. Finally she took a deep breath and laid her head on Jimmy’s shoulder. If Robert noticed, he made no indication of such as he chatted with their driver.
“I wanna learn lots of things. Will you teach me, Jimmy?” she breathed.
His fingers itched to reach over and caress the drunken girl. Instead he fidgeted slightly, turning to look down at the girl leaning on him.
“What do you want to learn?”
“Everything!” she professed. “I want to play guitar like you do and sing along with Robert. I want to dance in the moonlight and know why it shines so pretty. Oh Jimmy, I want to know everything you do!”
“Everything?” he whispered.
Her big blue eyes went to his, “Everything.”
A thousand naughty images flashed in his mind. While he didn’t think that was what she really meant, with her thigh pressed against his, her head on his shoulder, Jimmy could think nothing else. Having the knowledge that she had not tempered Robert’s libido surely meant teaching her all those dirty things would be well-received. Oh yes, he wanted to teach her everything all right.
“Everything will take a very long time,” he pointed out softly.
“I am a very fast learner,” she proclaimed. “In fact I learned something tonight.”
“Oh?”
“If I scratch that skin just under Robert’s cock while I’m sucking he –”
“Summer!” Robert interjected, suddenly paying attention to the two of them.
“No no. Let her continue,” Jimmy requested.
“How about I show you?” she offered, her hand dropping to his waistband.
Robert plucked it off and pulled her bodily into his lap. Before he could scold her, she kissed him frantically. Their mad kissing was interrupted by the car stopping, having arrived at their destination. Erupting into soft giggles, Summer whispered in Robert’s ear before she climbed out of the car. Frustrated Jimmy exited the other side, feeling more confused than he had before Summer was the epitome of “Dazed and Confused” and yet he wanted her more and more.
Leaving the girl handcuffed to his bed, Jimmy stood and pulled pants on. The girl did not ask to be released, merely closed her eyes to sleep. As he looked over her nubile body, he felt sad for her, though not enough to regret using her. She offered herself up eagerly to the band; that’s what groupies were all about. Unaffectionate sex. He had a feeling that was not the case with Summer, likely explaining Robert’s strong attachment to her.
Sighing he pulled on a robe and left his room. Running into Cole, he instructed the road manager make certain the girl in his room was gone before he returned. Aimlessly Jimmy continued down the hall, passing Bonzo’s open door, the slight aroma of fish wafting out. For a moment he considered joining the drummer’s fishing activity but continued on instead.
Two doors down was Robert’s room, a wooden barrier likely concealing the lithe, naked nymph. However just as he reached it the door opened and the very girl on his mind stepped out. She had wrapped one of Robert’s concert robes tightly about her curves, tying the belt snug to keep it closed. Her long blond locks hung about her shoulders in a messy array, a few locks hanging in her eyes. Unable to help himself, Jimmy reached up and tucked the errant strand behind her ear.
Eyes glittering, she smiled at him, “Wanna walk with me?”
“I, uh, yeah sure,” he replied.
Holding out her hand, Summer stepped closer to him, close enough that her shoulder touched his upper arm, “I know it’s like three in the morning, but do you think we can find someone to get us some ice cream?”
“Uh, yeah, I’m sure we could,” Jimmy answered. “You want ice cream?”
“Oh yeah,” she nodded, letting him lead her to the elevator. “And Robert won’t miss me one bit, so I figured I would leave to find me some.”
“And what if the hotel would not accommodate a young girl in a tiny robe?” he asked, pressing the ground floor button without releasing her hand.
She shrugged, “I’m sure I could find a restaurant or something nearby that would.”
Jimmy looked her over briefly, “Princess, I don’t think that would have been a good idea at all.”
Summer’s eyes met his innocently, “Then it’s rather good that you happened to rescue me then.”
“I would guess so,” he responded. “So what kind of ice cream?”
Her nose wiggled as she thought about his question, “Hmm. I suppose I should wait and see what they have before I make such a choice.”
Stepping out of the elevator, Jimmy declared, “Princess, I can get you any kind you want.”
“We are not making anyone go out of their way for ice cream,” she proclaimed. “Whatever they have here will be just fine.”
His eyes flicked to the restaurant, noticing with dismay that the doors were closed and likely had been for hours. Even room service would have been finished before they returned to the hotel post-concert. Normally they made exceptions for the band, at least most hotels did, and Jimmy was hoping he could sweet talk the guy behind the front desk into in the very least getting the pair some ice cream from the kitchen’s freezer. The older gentleman looked up from the desk, quickly looking over the pair. They were likely an odd sight, she in Robert’s short robe, Jimmy in his pajama pants and a robe, but given the hour completely understandable. And it was unlikely the front desk agent knew Summer belonged to another, not Jimmy. Appearances certainly could be deceiving. And apparently unimpressive for he looked right back down at his desk, paying very little attention to the pair.
“Excuse me,” Jimmy spoke up, drawing the man’s weathered brown eyes to him once more. “I realize the kitchen is closed, but we have a bit of a craving for ice cream. Would it be possible—”
“No,” he instantly replied and turned back to whatever he was doing.
“I am not requesting you to open the restaurant, just to get us a bit of ice cream. We can take it back to the room,” he stated.
“Doesn’t matter. I ain’t doing it.”
Summer felt Jimmy tense as the man refused to look up when he addressed them. Her hand tightened on the guitarist’s, trying to keep him from being foolish, not that she had any idea what foolish was in Jimmy’s character. He certainly wasn’t the live wire that Bonzo could be. But she had a feeling the brooding guitarist had great strength and was not adverse to using it as he saw fit.
“It would hardly trouble you from,” Jimmy peered at the man’s task, “your comic book to fetch a bowl of ice cream for me and the little lady. I can assure you that your superhero will still be—”
“I don’t know who you think you are,” the man glared up at Jimmy, “but what I said stands. The kitchen is closed. The restaurant is closed. It’s three in the fucking morning. Take your little bitch back to your room and—”
Without pause Jimmy’s free hand darted out and punched the man in the nose. Silently he spun around while the man shouted all kinds of curses, pulling Summer back to the elevator. He stewed without speaking as the lift headed up to their floor, a bit embarrassed that he had reacted so violently, especially as his hand hurt from the action and that could cramp his playing the following night. Tugging her down the hall, he stalked to Cole’s room and kicked the door open. The girl who had previously been handcuffed to Jimmy’s bed squealed as she scurried away from the fellatio performance they had interrupted. The road manager looked to Jimmy, the anger in his eyes quickly disappearing.
“Jimmy?”
“That fuck downstairs insulted Summer,” Jimmy seethed.
Summer could tell that Cole was about to question why it mattered, but instead he shook his head and looked around for his pants. The guitarist fidgeted, wiggling his fingers in Summer’s grasp, clearly thinking the road manager should not only hurry but be able to fix whatever the issue was.
“Okay,” Cole stated, buttoning his pants, “I don’t really care what he said to Summer. I’ll take care of him. But what can I do to make you happy first, Jimmy?”
“We just wanted some ice cream,” he proclaimed.
“Done. Go back to your room and I’ll get you your ice cream,” he stated. “And I’ll take care of the fuck downstairs.”
Jimmy nodded, turned and lead Summer out of the manager’s room, paying no attention at all to the naked whore still kneeling on the floor bewildered. They passed Robert’s room, the door still closed likely blocking out the world so that the singer could sleep off the sexing with Summer. He glanced again into Bonzo’s room, noting the drummer take a drink from a large nearly empty bottle before casting his line back out the window. Summer noticed as well and tugged lightly on Jimmy’s hand, wanting to go and stop the drummer’s drinking. Not giving her even an inch to do so, he continued down to his room. While he suspected it would still smell like sex and did not particularly want to sully Summer in that manner, Cole had said to wait in his room so they would wait in his room. Jimmy would merely have to distract the girl from noticing the state of his room.
Opening the door, he flinched slightly, seeing the handcuffs still on the messy bed. He didn’t have to inhale to know his fear was correct. An instant redirection was needed. His eyes flicked to the drawn curtains.
“You know, you can see across the bay from here,” he proclaimed. “I heard sometimes you can even see whales swim by.”
“Really?” she asked, though her eyes did notice the state of his bed.
“Maybe we can now,” Jimmy suggested, leading her over to the window.
Releasing her hand, he pulled the curtain open and quickly opened the window. A burst of cool salty air flooded into the room, lifting their hair slightly. Smiling, Summer leaned out, looking to her right and seeing Bonzo’s fishing pole sticking out. She glanced back at Jimmy, who had quickly moved about the room to hide the signs of sex. He turned back to her, his eyes meeting hers, after closing the drawer where he stashed the short whip and handcuffs. Smiling crookedly, he headed back over to join the angelic girl.
She picked up the hand he swung at the desk agent and looked it over carefully. A moment before she did it, Jimmy wonder what it would feel like to have her kiss his hand. Her eyes went to his as she lifted his hand to her lips, gently kissing each knuckle. Never before had a woman made him melt, his knees weaken, but in her innocent gesture, Jimmy was completely and utterly gone.
“Summer,” he breathed.
“Does your hand hurt? I wouldn’t want your valiance to cost you the show tomorrow night,” she stated.
“It’s... it’s okay,” he muttered, flexing his fingers still trapped in her hand.
Summer lifted his hand up again, repeating the same action, “This really wasn’t worth a bowl of ice cream.”
“Only because we don’t have it yet,” he responded.
She smiled crookedly and turned back to the window, naturally pulling his arms around her, “Have you really seen a whale, Jimmy?”
“I... uh, no,” he answered, wiggling a bit closer to her, his arms tightening.
“Oh. Then I guess you don’t know what we’re looking for,” Summer said, her arms folding over his, her short fingernails drawing on his forearms.
“I... no, I don’t. I suppose a fin or a tale or something.”
“Hmmm,” she pivoted slightly in his arms, looking over her shoulder into his eyes. “You never open your window, do you?”
“Uh, no. Not often,” he itched to dip down and kiss her as she looked up at him.
“You should. The world is a beautiful place, even in the darkness of night,” Summer proclaimed, pushed up on her toes, and pressed her lips to his gently. “It really is, Jimmy.”
Unwinding his arms from about her waist, he turned her to face him. One arm slipped around her back, his other fingers went to her chin, tipping her face towards his. His thumb brushed over her pouty bottom lip, catching it slightly. He licked his own, wetting them slightly, before he bent down and kissed her lips. The kiss remained chaste and innocent for a moment, but then she parted her lips and Jimmy though that heaven opened up for him. His tongue slipped past her lips, venturing tentatively into her warm mouth. He traced over her smooth teeth, lingering on the bottom one that slightly overlapped the other. Venturing over her pearly whites, the tip of his tongue touched hers. A shot of brillant lightning shot through his body from that touch and his arms tightened around her back. Rather than wrestle with his tongue, her lips and tongue wrapped around his, sucking lightly. Jimmy was certainly in heaven.
A knock on the door caused Summer to pull back from the kiss. Jimmy leaned in to kiss her again, but she turned her cheek towards him. His lips collided with her cheek as the knock sounded again. Sighing he pulled away and moved to answer the door. Turning the lock, though to be honest he didn’t remember locking the door, Jimmy opened the door, smirking at Cole standing there with a large bowl of ice cream. Thanking the road manager, he swung the door closed and locked it again before Cole could say anything derogatory or anything else. Holding the cold bowl with the tips of all of his fingers, Jimmy approached the blond girl and knelt before her, holding up the bowl like an offering of ambrosia to a goddess.
“Your ice cream, princess,” he proclaimed with a smile.
“Thank you, kind sir, but there is clearly too much for me. Will you share with me?” she responded.
“As you wish, milady,” Jimmy stood, his eyes darting to the shade between her legs, hoping to get a glimpse at her forbidden fruit.
Her hand slipped into the cold offered hand he held out to her, her fingers tugging down at the hem of the short robe, hiding what he hoped to see, “Oh he put chocolate sauce on it too, Jimmy!”
Leading her to the couch, Jimmy sat down, pulling her into lap. She wiggled about until she was comfortable while he held onto the bowl of ice cream, not that her wiggling made him any more comfortable at all. Not taking the bowl from him, but grasping the spoon, Summer scooped out a spoonful of the sweet. Jimmy’s eyes followed the spoon all the way to her mouth, focusing on the small dribble on her lips. As she lowered the spoon, he quickly leaned forward and kissed the drip from her mouth. Summer giggled and offered the next spoonful to him. Sharing every other spoonful with Jimmy and allowing kisses when one of them dripped, Summer finished the bowl of ice cream within a few minutes. Jimmy swept the bowl aside after she rest the spoon in it.
His hand moved to cup her cheek, to guide her to kiss him again. She flinched at the touch of his cold hand, the chill of the ice cream bowl having seeped into his digits. With a devious glint in his eyes, instead of cupping her face any longer, Jimmy slipped his hand into her robe. Summer gasped as his cold hand cupped her small breast. The temperature and audacity of the guitarist’s hand made her nipple instantly pucker. Her hand went to his wrist and she pulled his hand out, her other hand pulling the robe close again. Without a word, she attempted to pull out of his lap, but his arm remained strong around her.
“Stay,” he requested.
Summer shook her head, “No. I’ve already stayed too long. Robert is probably—”
“Still sleeping,” Jimmy interrupted. “Just stay.”
“No,” she pulled away again, this time out of his arms. “I’ve stayed too long already. You need to sleep. I need to get back to Robert. I’ll see you... later.”
His fingers reached for hers, keeping her from running away, “Will you play with me in the morning?”
“Jimmy, I...” her eyes wavered as they held his.
“Please?”
“I can’t,” Summer declared strongly. “And you know I can’t. I’ve been here too long, much too long. Good night, Jimmy.”
“Good night, Princess,” he muttered, releasing her hand. “Good night.”
For the past hour, Summer sat in a chair pulled up to the window, her knees bundled to her chest, the curtain pulled behind her so as to not disturb her sleeping prince. Finding Robert still sleeping upon her return from ice cream with Jimmy, she wished to not wake him, but not to leave again as that had already caused problems. So she hid away in the room, worried eyes on the water below though her thoughts were anywhere but there. Only the occasional splash from Bonzo’s fishing interrupted her thoughts.
Why had she done it? She could not blame drugs or alcohol as she was fairly sober when she ran into Jimmy, the flavor of champagne long gone. She could not claim he forced her because she had given of her kisses readily. No matter how she tried, Summer could not rationalize it. And she certainly could not think about anything else. Jimmy’s kisses had been as electrifying as his guitar playing. His cold touch of her breast instantly lit a fire deep within her, something akin to the one Robert stirred often. Lusting for Jimmy did not explain nor excuse it.
Sighing she squeezed her legs tighter. If she could not explain it to herself, how would she to Robert? Would telling him divide the band? Would he no longer want her? While Jimmy currently did, he also seemed to cast aside girls more readily than Robert, thusly she could not expect him to take of her – and Robert’s baby. Oh dear Lord, what had she done?
Hearing the splash of yet another fish caught by Bonzo, Summer decided she did not need to be alone with her thoughts. And it was likely the drummer had been drinking the whole time, something she should stop, could stop. Leaving the curtain still draped over her chair, Summer tiptoed over to the bed. Robert still slept happily, a slight smile twitching his lips. Brushing his hair back from his face, she leaned down and kissed his closed eyes. The singer did not stir at all. She kissed his mouth gently and then headed to slip out the door. With a final glance at her love, Summer closed the door and headed down to Bonzo’s room.
The drummer’s door was only half open at this point. The young woman slipped silently into the room, choosing to close the door behind her. Bonzo sat a chair, feet propped up in the window sill, bottle of vodka in one hand, fishing pole in the other. Without a thought, Summer slipped the nearly empty bottle from his hand, drained it of the two swallows, and sat herself down in his lap. Bonzo said nothing as she curled up in his lap, nuzzling her cheek against his shoulder. He merely reeled in the empty fishing pole and tossing it aside. With both hands free, though smelling of fish, he adjusted her in his lap, considering standing and moving both of them to a less smelly location, especially as he had no intension of sleeping in his fishing room. But he remained stationary for the time being, his intoxicated mind not quite up to speed.
“Bonzo,” she muttered, “I did something I shouldn’t have.”
“I’m sure we can fix it,” he declared, reaching to caress her hair but stopping before touching her. “But it reeks in here. Let’s get out of here.”
Without objection, Summer agreed, climbing out of his lap. The two vacated the fishy room, entering the one next door. Bonzo disappeared into the bathroom to scrub himself clean while she pulled open his drawers. Stealing a tee shirt and a pair of shorts that she had to roll to keep on, Summer climbed into Bonzo’s bed, leaving Robert’s robe on the floor. Stepping out of the bathroom a few minutes later wrapped in a towel, Bonzo glanced at the girl before padding over to the same drawer. He dropped the towel unashamedly, covering Robert’s clothing, and quickly dressed. He turned off most of the lights, leaving a single lamp beside the bed lit, and crawled in next to the girl. Summer quickly shifted in the bed, nestling close to Bonzo.
“John, I... I don’t know what to do,” she muttered.
“What happened, little sister?” he asked.
Smiling at his nickname for her, her face pivoted up to his, “I did something I shouldn’t have.”
“What, sweetie?”
“I kissed... I kissed Jimmy.”
Bonzo remained silent. Her confession did not surprise him, knowing what he did of Jimmy. But that certainly did not make him feel okay with her words. But Robert loved her, didn’t just lust for her. And he believed Summer did of him as well. Bonzo had never seen Robert so very happy before. No wonder Summer was troubled.
“Do you love him?”
“Jimmy? No. Not at all. I love Robert. I’m having his baby. I love Robert,” she proclaimed strongly.
“Then why did you kiss him?”
“Well what happened is this....”
As he listened to her story Bonzo came to the decision that Robert must not know. He knew Jimmy would keep it secret, especially as it could threaten the status of the band. No one else had really been privvy to it, save for Cole but Bonzo was certain he could keep him quiet as well. He tensed some with her innoce declaration of Jimmy copping a feel, instantly deciding he would have to talk to the guitarist as well.
“...and I couldn’t take it any more and you were still fishing so...”
“Summer, sweetheart, I know this troubles you but you did nothing really wrong. A few kisses is okay and you did stop it before it went further,” he rationalized.
“But Robert —”
“Does not need to know. Ever,” Bonzo stressed.
“But—”
“It will just upset him. He doesn’t need it. The band doesn’t need it. Jimmy won’t talk. Neither should you.”
“But John!”
“It was just a few kisses. Don’t tell Robert.”
Summer sighed, “But it wasn’t just a kiss.”
“Sure it was.”
“John, you and I kissed. And that was just a kiss, nothing else. But when Jimmy and I kissed, I felt it here,” she moved her hand to his waistband. “It wasn’t just a kiss.”
He sighed, “Summer, if you don’t want this to get bad, then you need to act and think that it was just a kiss. I can only do so much. You don’t want to hurt Robert, do you?”
“I... of course not.”
“Then think of it as just a kiss. Don’t give Jimmy a centimeter more,” Bonzo declared. “I will handle the rest.”
Summer sighed, “I really screwed up.”
“No, little sister, you didn’t. Not at all. Just a minor slip up. It happens to us all.”
“You too?”
Bonzo laughed, “I am unfaithful to Pat every damn tour. I’m sure she knows. But I love her and she knows that too. I am beyond minor slips.”
“Do you think... Robert will find someone else when I’m fat and—”
“No. You two are meant to be. Nothing will ever change that,” he declared.
A moment of silence passed between them. Summer tried to process the night in light of Bonzo’s words. He was right, Robert could never know. And she could never give Jimmy the opportunity again. That much she was certain of.
Stretching with a loud yawn, Robert’s eyes flew open. He was certain she had been by his side when he fell into a very exhausted slumber. But his bed was empty except him – empty and cold. While he knew sheets turned cold fairly quickly, he had a feeling he had slept alone most of the night. Getting out of the bed, his eyes went to the fluttering curtain. He pulled it quickly open, expecting to find Summer there. Only an empty chair was revealed. With a frown he pulled on his pants, deciding he would check the restaurant before letting panic override his thoughts.
As Robert headed towards the door, it opened. In the doorway stood his angelic little girl. Without delay he gathered her in his arms and kissed her good morning. Her arms remained wrapped around his neck, her lips reaching for his. Reaching behind Summer, her closed the door before lifting her from the carpet and returning her to the bed. Only releasing her to re-adjust their position, Robert realized she wore clothing that was neither hers nor his. In fact he recognized the shirt as Bonzo’s.
“Summer , are you—”
“Yes. I couldn’t sleep well last night. Bonzo was still up fishing,” she explained. His clothes?”
“I got cold in your silk robe from the concert last night,” she replied.
“All right...” he said warily. “Did you fish all night?”
“No. I ended up falling asleep in his bed finally.”
“Oh.”
Her fingers reached up, tucking his hair behind his ears, “Do you know how much I love you?”
His eyes cleared, “No. How much?”
“More than there are stars in the sky,” Summer proclaimed.
He smiled and kissed her gently, “I would give you the world if you asked me too.”
“Oh but I never would do so I only need you.”
He kissed her again, “I love you, Summer.”
Rather than reply verbally, her arms wrapped around him. He slowly peeled his bandmate’s clothes from her body, kissing her heavenly flesh. His lips lingered on her navel while she shed the pants he had barely pulled on. He nibbled on her labia, kissing her flower before working up her body. As their mouths united so did their most intimate of parts. Summer groaned and wrapped around him, pulling him ever so close.
Slowly their bodies moved in concert, giving and taking willingly. Summer’s body quivered once before Robert withdrew and guided her into another position. Turned on her side, she gasped as he pushed back into her before leaning down and nibbling on her shoulder. He built the crescendo steadily, slowly. Nearing his climax and feeling her body tense once more, Robert pulled out again, returning her to her back. As he slid back into Summer’s body, their lips united, her body clenched down. Thrusting as deeply as possible he moaned in completion as he sputtered deep down inside of her.
“Don’t leave me,” Summer whispered. “Please.”
“Never, my love. Never,” he replied, shifting so that his weight did not collapse fully onto her, even if he was still inside her. “I will never leave you, Summer.”
Rating: NC-17 [language, alcohol, and sex]
Summary: Robert - Summer - Jimmy causes issues...
Fingers danced over her ribs until she squirmed and wiggled in delight. Her eyes were squeezed close, hiding the sparkling sapphires from Robert’s sight. He paused in his tickling, hoping that would be enough for her to look up at him. As desired her eyes fluttered open and looked up at him. He dipped down and kissed her before his fingers wiggled and reignited her giggles.
A loud knock interrupted their play. While Robert wanted to ignore and continue tickling her, he removed his hands and grudgingly moved off his straddling position. The girl quickly sat up, scooted back on the bed until her back touched the headboard, and protectively pulled her knees to her chest.
Opening the door, Robert frowned at the road manager, “What do you want?”
“Starship leaves in two hours for Vancouver. We’ll leave the hotel in less than an hour. Be downstairs in forty minutes.”
Closing the door without replying Robert turned to Summer, “We’re leaving for Canada soon.”
Her eyes held his evenly, “Well have fun.”
“You’re not coming?”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Canada is a different country,” Summer pointed out.
“Yeahhhhh? So?”
“I can’t go with you.”
Suddenly remembering her questioning leaving California, Robert understood her worry. Nodding to her once, he snatched up the phone and waited for the front desk to answer.
When a sweet voice finally did, Robert said, “Sweetheart, I have a question for you about Canada: do you as an American citizen need a passport to visit?”
Nodding at her answer, Robert thanked her and hung up the phone. He turned back to his girlfriend, meeting her eyes, a very serious look on his face.
“Well sorry to say it, but... well...”
Frowning, Summer sighed, “Told you.”
“You’re coming with us,” he smiled. “You don’t need a passport. Besides we don’t go through the airport, baby. Limos will pick us up at the plane. No one even checking your ID.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to get you in trouble,” Summer responded.
“Everything will be just fine, baby. Get dressed for the concert. We’re leaving soon.”
Pulling on a long linen skirt and a dark blue vest that clung to her slight curves, Summer was ready to leave within minutes. Looking her over, Robert dug out a turquoise necklace and bracelet, slipping both onto the girl. Subtly he was claiming her as his own once more. Thanking him softly with a slight blush in her cheeks, Summer’s hand slipped into his. Heading towards the door, Robert could barely contain his happiness in having her with him. However his thoughts were interrupted as she quickly pulled away to grab her guitar case. She kissed him as he reached for the door leading to the hall. Robert was certain the night was going to be perfect.
On the Starship within the hour, Jimmy sat on the couch beside Summer, trapping her between him and Robert. He did not speak to her directly at first, instead focusing on chatting with Peter who stood nearby. However the guitarist fell silent as soon as the plane’s engines started up. No one seemed to notice, Robert and Peter keeping up the conversation. Summer felt Jimmy tense, especially since his leg was touching hers. While she had very few flights in her short experience, and the one from San Diego had terrified her, her fingers discreetly reached for Jimmy’s. His eyes flashed to hers as their hands intertwined. Smiling assuredly, Summer kept his gaze as the plane taxied down the runway. His grip on her hand strengthened as the plane lifted from the ground. Only when they levelled off did the guitarist release her.
“Guess what?” she spoke softly, not drawing anyone’s attention but his.
“What?”
“I brought her with me. Do you want me to play for you?”
Jimmy smiled, “Yea.”
Jumping up, she quickly kissed Robert when his attention snapped to her. Summer leaned past him, removing the guitar case from where he stowed it after boarding. He instantly smiled. Though it was a gift from Jimmy, Summer played it some earlier that day and Robert just knew her touch was magical on those strings. Some day he too would buy her a beautiful guitar to replace the one Jimmy gifted her.
Sitting back between the two men, Summer strummed the guitar once, checking its tuning. Satisfied, she glanced sideways at Jimmy, seeking encouragement to play what he had taught the previous day. He smiled and nodded.
“You might know this one,” she spoke softly, turning the other direction to look at Robert. “At least I think you might.”
The young blond took a deep breath, moving her fingers into position. Robert watched her eyes close as her fingers found the first note. Her eyes only fluttered open after a minute of playing, clearly seeking recognition in what she played.
Rather than say anything, Robert chose to answer the unasked question by singing, “I don’t know how to tell you...”
Jealousy flared in Jimmy as Summer played and sung, Robert joining her. He hated how her steady dulcet voice caressed Robert’s. He hated how her fingers naturally danced over the strings. He hated how much he wanted to chase everyone away and have her play only for him. He hated how jealous he was.
The last note hung in the air for a long moment. Jimmy snapped back into the present when a small gathered crowd applauded the young girl. She giggled as Robert praised her, kissing her happily. All went silent as she looked to Jimmy for his opinion.
Blinking he smiled at her, “That was great, Summer. I think we can try another song already.”
“Really? I didn’t fuck it up?”
“Well there might have been some minor errors, but nothing I might not do myself,” he lied, trying to draw out the guitar teaching with Summer.
“I’ll play it again without singing,” she declared. “Feel free to correct me.”
For the rest of the flight, Summer played “That’s the Way” until Jimmy could find nothing wrong with how she played. A few times he struggled to not pull her into his lap and correct her playing. Instead he verbally did so, even though Robert drifted off to talk with others while Summer played.
“Wonderful,” he commented softly as her expectant eyes went to his. “Flawless.”
Sighing Summer smiled, pulling her hand away from the guitar neck and flexing her fingers, “Oh thank you. I thought my fingers would fall off if you wanted me to play again.”
“You will build up the stamina,” he proclaimed, holding his hand out. “Let me see.”
Placing her hand in his, she asked, “Have you ever played so much you bled?”
“Not in a long time,” Jimmy stated, turning her hand over in his. “But my fingers are not soft and gentle like yours, but hardened from years of play.”
Her eyes dropped to their hands as his thumb ran gently over the reddened pads of her fingers. His touch hurt slightly but it was far more unnerving that it sent chills down her spine.
“Spend this concert with my tech. You will learn a lot about guitars from him,” Jimmy suggested.
“But Robert says I need to stay with Benji because Cole—”
“He’s never going to hurt you, princess. I promise,” Jimmy breathed.
Her lips parted to reply but she found no words to describe how she felt in response. Instead she slowly pulled her hand out of his and broke his intense gaze by quickly looking around. Slowly Summer looked back to Jimmy and nodded slightly, accepting his suggestion.
Watching the concert from Jimmy’s side rather than John Paul’s where Benji preferred to station her, was far more different than she expected. Never had she paid that much attention to Jimmy, other than to casually notice that he moved around the stage a lot. But now that she was on his side supposedly learning about guitars, Summer found it impossible to look away. His guitar was slung far lower than she could even imagine holding hers. He moved about the stage, posing nearly as much as Robert did. She could not push from her mind that he was showing off any more than she could look away. He had her completely entranced.
The way Jimmy played the guitar made her yearn to be the instrument. He was not playing it, plucking it, strumming it, but making love to it. He rubbed and pressed it against his crotch, held it close. He caressed it and loved it. His lover was his guitar. And in that very moment, she wanted to replace the guitar in his arms.
Robert bounded off stage as “Moby Dick” began, instantly looking around for Summer. For some reason he could not really explain, his voice was fucking up and he was hoping she could... well he wasn’t sure. She didn’t have a magic wand that could fix it, but maybe something would help. Or maybe he couldn’t focus on singing with her onJimmy’s side of the stage. He would ask her to return to her proper location when he went back on stage. She was his girlfriend, not Jimmy’s guitar tech.
“Where’s Summer?” he demanded a bit more brusquely than he intended of Benji.
“Still on sta—”
“Get her,” he commanded gruffly.
The assistant hurried off as the singer stalked into the dressing room. He quickly snatched up a bottle of champagne and took out his frustrations on opening the bottle. Before Robert could pop the cork out, a small hand covered his, fingers prying his away. His eyes pivoted away from the uncorked alcohol, meeting concerned sapphire.
“Robert,” she breathed.
He scowled, snapping the bottle out of her hand to continue working on the cork, turning his back to her. It popped just as Summer stepped around him, facing him again. This time he hadn’t the chance to fight off her hands as the bubbly drink foamed over his fingers. She quickly removed the bottle, set it on the counter behind herself, and picked up a towel to dry his hands. Remaining still, he watched her actions with a touch of coolness, barely able to bite back his tongue with the acid comments eating away at it.
“You going to take care of Jimmy during Bonzo’s solo?” he seethed.
Her eyes shot to his, “Jimmy can take care of himself. Why would I be taking care of him?”
“Oh come on. It’s not like you haven’t been—”
“Stop it. Right now,” Summer interrupted. “I’m with you, Robert. We went over this yesterday. You you you you. Just because Jimmy thought I would learn something from helping his tech tonight doesn’t mean I’m going to spread my legs when he walks in here any moment. I belong to you, Robert. You and you only.”
“But—”
“Robert Anthony Plant,” she warned, “stop it right now.”
“But—”
“Who do I love?”
“Me.”
“Whose baby am I having?”
Jimmy walked into the dressing room at that particular moment, his tech, Steve, a few steps behind him, apparently trying to explain where Summer was. The guitarist halted abruptly in the doorway, his eyes focused intently on the golden couple. Summer’s soft words echoed in his head, his brain struggling to process it. Could she? No, no, she couldn’t be. He had misheard her, jumbled her words with Steve’s, some how making it seem like she had just asked Robert who fathered her baby, a baby she clearly didn’t have.
“Mine,” Robert replied, having not noticed Jimmy and the tech.
Summer didn’t say anything else, motioning towards the door with her eyes. Slowly Robert turned around. His eyes met Jimmy’s and he felt a smug sense of satisfaction that the guitarist had clearly walked in at the precise moment needed to be slapped verbally. He also felt a stint of pride in the fact the guitarist now knew of Summer’s special status, even if it was a bit... reckless.
“You’re pregnant?” Jimmy asked, looking directly at the young girl.
“Possibly,” she responded.
“Well, um... yea,” he muttered and shuffled to retrieve his bottle of Jack.
Summer stepped around Robert after pointing at the sink for him to wash his champagne-sticky hands, “Jimmy, tell Robert you’re just helping me learn about guitars.”
The guitarist glanced sideways at the singer before taking a swig off his bottle. He smirked to himself. Robert was worried that he was after the petite little musician. While he was right, Jimmy was not about to confirm that, especially since he had noticed Robert’s voice had been compromised that night. He did not want anything to effect his band negatively. He would play along... for now, though he was still going to show off when on stage for her.
He looked directly at Robert, “I am just helping her learn about guitars. Summer has talent, you must admit. I am merely the teacher to her pupil.”
Robert looked at him for a long time, apparently trying to decide if he was going to believe Jimmy or not. Knowing Jimmy as long as he had, he did in fact not trust the other man, at least in concern of women. But he did trust Summer. He fully trusted Summer.
“Sticks, boys!” a roadie poked his head into the dressing room.
“I’ll be on Jonesy’s side for the rest of the show,” Summer declared.
Robert’s eyes went back to hers. She quickly slipped her hand in his, tugging him towards the door. As she lead Robert back to the stage, she felt Jimmy’s eyes on her and was infinitely glad he hadn’t attempted to stop her, not that she would have listened to him. Pausing before the stage, in part to locate Benji, in part to let John Paul ascend the steps first, Summer wrapped her arms around Robert’s neck. Pressing up on her very tip toes, she stretched to kiss him. Smiling slightly, he dipped down to meet her kiss, his arms wrapping around her back. He relaxed as her lips parted and invited him to deepen the kiss. As her strawberry kiss consumed him, he sorely wished that he did not need to be back on the stage soon.
“Oh, baby,” he groaned as she pulled away.
“Go show Vancouver what you’re made of, my love,” she muttered. “We’ll take care of the champagne and such things afterwards.”
Sucking back the rest of the bottle’s contents, Jimmy grimaced as Robert lead Summer by the hand back to the bedroom of the plane. Even though he had given her up for the rest of the concert, noticing the difference in Robert’s singing almost instantly, he hadn’t given her up permanently, not even really for the night. But before he could ask her to play with him, the guitar that is, Robert had swept her up and away in a swirl of golden giggles. And he was once more left to sulk jealously on the couch with a bottle of Jack Daniels and a groupie slut eyeing him. He knew patience was a fucking virtue, but fuck that. He was Jimmy fucking Page, the best guitarist of the best band in the world. If he wanted something, he damn well deserved it.
And he wanted Summer. Right now.
Stumbling to his feet, he turned to disrupt the sex that should not be happening in the back of the plane, at least not without him. Hell he would share her with Robert then, not always, but that night it would be permitted. Just as long as he was tasting her, touching her, it didn’t ma—
“No, mate,” a strong arm shot across his chest.
Jimmy’s dark gray eyes shot to the one stopping him, “Fuck off, Bonzo.”
“Yeah, not happening,” the drummer declared. “Leave Summer and Robert alone.”
“What makes you think—”
“Uh, perhaps because I spend more time with you than my own fucking wife these past couple of years?” he retorted. “Come on, mate. We’ve got plenty of things we can do that do not involve interrupting Percy loving his woman.”
“Fuck you. I can—”
“No,” Bonzo declared again before bodily turning Jimmy away from the hallway. “Why don’t you... uh... play backgammon with Jonesy and I’ll get us some fine drinks?”
Jimmy practically snarled at the drummer, “I will not play backgammon with Jonesy.”
“Take it easy, Pagey,” Bonzo stated, holding a drink out to the guitarist. “Really. Just relax.”
Suddenly noticing a lot more were staring at him, Jimmy accepted the drink and stalked to sit in the corner alone. He would avoid all of them and sulk with his drink. It had absolutely nothing to do with anyone else. At all.
Sighing contently, Summer placed her hands on Robert’s chest. Slowly she leaned down and kissed him, making the singer smile as he slipped his arms around her bare back. Tenderly they kissed, the flavor of champagne still lingering on their tongues, as euphoria still coursed through their veins. While his libido always raged post-concert, likely a combination of the performing high and the few snorts of cocaine, tonight had been different. Maybe it was their abstaining the night before or his current suspicions of Jimmy’s intentions, Robert didn’t know. All he did know is even with two orgasms deep inside of Summer, he still craved more. And the little minx was once more grinding against him while they kissed.
Rolling her onto her back once more, Robert regretfully withdrew from her, “We’re going to land soon.”
Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him close once more, “We’re never going to land, Daddy, unless you finish what you started.”
Groaning he kissed her again. She was better than a quick fuck but she was absolutely right. One more climax and he should be able to pull away and tuck himself back into his pants. At least he would have hoped as much. Her moans were quick and breathy, her own hands kneading her breasts as he thrust into her. The sounds of the jet appeared to change, indicating they were close to landing. But Robert cared nothing about that, only about the girl panting as she met each thrust.
The jet’s tires bumped onto the wet black pavement of the runway. Increasing his pace Robert only heard the wet squish and slap of their bodies, not the pilot’s announcement of the band’s return to Seattle. Summer cried out in ecstasy, a sound he was very familiar with, and wrapped herself around him, pulling him deep as her body quivered. With a slight twitch of his hips and a deep grunt, Robert joined her in ecstasy. A moment later the plane stopped moving.
Pulling away from her, Robert took a deep breath. Glancing down at his slick cock, he couldn’t help but smile as a milky white trickle dripped from her sex as he vacated it. However three orgasms within ninety minutes seemed to slake his desire for his little girl, at least for the moment. Slowly he climbed out of the bed to dress, handing her clothes to her for the same.
As he helped her to his feet, Robert kissed her, which oddly incited a frown, “What’s wrong, baby?”
“It’s trickling down my legs,” she declared.
Nodding Robert looked around. Snatching a hand towel from the small wet bar, he knelt before her. Flipping up her skirt and nudging her to spread her legs slightly, he wiped up her inner thighs. Pressing the towel to her labia, his other hand went to her lower abdomen. Gently he pushed, hoping to help squeeze more out. Summer chuckled softly. Patting her hopefully dry, Robert tossed the towel aside and stood back up, just as a knock sounded.
“Better, baby?”
“It’s such a waste,” she sighed.
Robert laughed, “Don’t worry, baby. There’s more where that came from.”
Summer grinned, taking his hand as he opened the door, unsurprised it was Jimmy who knocked, and asked blatantly, “You gonna fuck me silly when we get back to the hotel?”
Stopping he glanced at her, “Oh baby, you have no idea.”
Glowering Jimmy stalked away, no longer wanting to ask the pretty girl if she would play for him again. Clearly she only wanted to play with Percy’s co—
“Jimmy?” a sweet voice called after him, making him stop halfway to the exit.
“What?” he snapped, turning to face her, slightly surprised Robert wasn’t beside her.
“Will you play with me when we get back to the hotel?”
His eyes locked with hers, “Excuse me?”
She caught up to him, “Robert is going to eat and shower and I’m not. Do you think we could play a bit? I think my fingers are okay.”
Still confused especially after the golden couple’s declaration at the doorway, he said nothing.
Summer held up her hands, “Seeeee? They’re not red any more.”
His eyes flicked to the pads of her fingers, “You want to play guitar with me while waiting to fuck Percy?”
“No, I want to play guitar with you because I think there’s a lot to learn. And I figured you still had the high from the concert and — oh you probably want to shower and eat too.”
The immediate response to that went through his mind was “with you” but Jimmy didn’t mutter that. Instead he shrugged and turned away.
“Found it!” Robert announced with a slight drunken lilt to his voice, approaching the two with Summer’s guitar. “You two gonna play again?”
Turning back to face the pair, standing at the exit from the plane, Jimmy said, “Are you two serious? The two of you fucked like rabbits the entire flight and proclaimed you weren’t done yet. And now you want me to play guitar when we get back to the hotel? Are you insane?”
“Well,” Summer began, “I may be a bit drunk. We did drink two bottles of... of...”
“Dom Perignon,” Robert declared.
“But I do want to play with you,” she claimed. “And I thought you wanted to play with me too.”
Her innocent eyes held his. Yes, he did want to play with her, but not in the manner she was thinking. She was driving him mad and the worst part was either Robert’s assistance or the fact she was seemingly unaware. Right then he merely wanted to bend her over his knee and paddle her ass for being so troublesome. But oh that wouldn’t help him at all – or maybe it would. Maybe that would brand her as his. Maybe –
“This is precisely why the lyrics ‘the soul of woman is created below’ are true,” he muttered.
“Huh?” Summer replied.
“Let’s get in the car. We’ll discuss it on the way to the hotel,” Jimmy stated.
Seated between the two men in the back of a limo a minute later, Summer burst into giggles. Unexplained and uncontrollable, she giggled for three stoplights. Finally she took a deep breath and laid her head on Jimmy’s shoulder. If Robert noticed, he made no indication of such as he chatted with their driver.
“I wanna learn lots of things. Will you teach me, Jimmy?” she breathed.
His fingers itched to reach over and caress the drunken girl. Instead he fidgeted slightly, turning to look down at the girl leaning on him.
“What do you want to learn?”
“Everything!” she professed. “I want to play guitar like you do and sing along with Robert. I want to dance in the moonlight and know why it shines so pretty. Oh Jimmy, I want to know everything you do!”
“Everything?” he whispered.
Her big blue eyes went to his, “Everything.”
A thousand naughty images flashed in his mind. While he didn’t think that was what she really meant, with her thigh pressed against his, her head on his shoulder, Jimmy could think nothing else. Having the knowledge that she had not tempered Robert’s libido surely meant teaching her all those dirty things would be well-received. Oh yes, he wanted to teach her everything all right.
“Everything will take a very long time,” he pointed out softly.
“I am a very fast learner,” she proclaimed. “In fact I learned something tonight.”
“Oh?”
“If I scratch that skin just under Robert’s cock while I’m sucking he –”
“Summer!” Robert interjected, suddenly paying attention to the two of them.
“No no. Let her continue,” Jimmy requested.
“How about I show you?” she offered, her hand dropping to his waistband.
Robert plucked it off and pulled her bodily into his lap. Before he could scold her, she kissed him frantically. Their mad kissing was interrupted by the car stopping, having arrived at their destination. Erupting into soft giggles, Summer whispered in Robert’s ear before she climbed out of the car. Frustrated Jimmy exited the other side, feeling more confused than he had before Summer was the epitome of “Dazed and Confused” and yet he wanted her more and more.
Leaving the girl handcuffed to his bed, Jimmy stood and pulled pants on. The girl did not ask to be released, merely closed her eyes to sleep. As he looked over her nubile body, he felt sad for her, though not enough to regret using her. She offered herself up eagerly to the band; that’s what groupies were all about. Unaffectionate sex. He had a feeling that was not the case with Summer, likely explaining Robert’s strong attachment to her.
Sighing he pulled on a robe and left his room. Running into Cole, he instructed the road manager make certain the girl in his room was gone before he returned. Aimlessly Jimmy continued down the hall, passing Bonzo’s open door, the slight aroma of fish wafting out. For a moment he considered joining the drummer’s fishing activity but continued on instead.
Two doors down was Robert’s room, a wooden barrier likely concealing the lithe, naked nymph. However just as he reached it the door opened and the very girl on his mind stepped out. She had wrapped one of Robert’s concert robes tightly about her curves, tying the belt snug to keep it closed. Her long blond locks hung about her shoulders in a messy array, a few locks hanging in her eyes. Unable to help himself, Jimmy reached up and tucked the errant strand behind her ear.
Eyes glittering, she smiled at him, “Wanna walk with me?”
“I, uh, yeah sure,” he replied.
Holding out her hand, Summer stepped closer to him, close enough that her shoulder touched his upper arm, “I know it’s like three in the morning, but do you think we can find someone to get us some ice cream?”
“Uh, yeah, I’m sure we could,” Jimmy answered. “You want ice cream?”
“Oh yeah,” she nodded, letting him lead her to the elevator. “And Robert won’t miss me one bit, so I figured I would leave to find me some.”
“And what if the hotel would not accommodate a young girl in a tiny robe?” he asked, pressing the ground floor button without releasing her hand.
She shrugged, “I’m sure I could find a restaurant or something nearby that would.”
Jimmy looked her over briefly, “Princess, I don’t think that would have been a good idea at all.”
Summer’s eyes met his innocently, “Then it’s rather good that you happened to rescue me then.”
“I would guess so,” he responded. “So what kind of ice cream?”
Her nose wiggled as she thought about his question, “Hmm. I suppose I should wait and see what they have before I make such a choice.”
Stepping out of the elevator, Jimmy declared, “Princess, I can get you any kind you want.”
“We are not making anyone go out of their way for ice cream,” she proclaimed. “Whatever they have here will be just fine.”
His eyes flicked to the restaurant, noticing with dismay that the doors were closed and likely had been for hours. Even room service would have been finished before they returned to the hotel post-concert. Normally they made exceptions for the band, at least most hotels did, and Jimmy was hoping he could sweet talk the guy behind the front desk into in the very least getting the pair some ice cream from the kitchen’s freezer. The older gentleman looked up from the desk, quickly looking over the pair. They were likely an odd sight, she in Robert’s short robe, Jimmy in his pajama pants and a robe, but given the hour completely understandable. And it was unlikely the front desk agent knew Summer belonged to another, not Jimmy. Appearances certainly could be deceiving. And apparently unimpressive for he looked right back down at his desk, paying very little attention to the pair.
“Excuse me,” Jimmy spoke up, drawing the man’s weathered brown eyes to him once more. “I realize the kitchen is closed, but we have a bit of a craving for ice cream. Would it be possible—”
“No,” he instantly replied and turned back to whatever he was doing.
“I am not requesting you to open the restaurant, just to get us a bit of ice cream. We can take it back to the room,” he stated.
“Doesn’t matter. I ain’t doing it.”
Summer felt Jimmy tense as the man refused to look up when he addressed them. Her hand tightened on the guitarist’s, trying to keep him from being foolish, not that she had any idea what foolish was in Jimmy’s character. He certainly wasn’t the live wire that Bonzo could be. But she had a feeling the brooding guitarist had great strength and was not adverse to using it as he saw fit.
“It would hardly trouble you from,” Jimmy peered at the man’s task, “your comic book to fetch a bowl of ice cream for me and the little lady. I can assure you that your superhero will still be—”
“I don’t know who you think you are,” the man glared up at Jimmy, “but what I said stands. The kitchen is closed. The restaurant is closed. It’s three in the fucking morning. Take your little bitch back to your room and—”
Without pause Jimmy’s free hand darted out and punched the man in the nose. Silently he spun around while the man shouted all kinds of curses, pulling Summer back to the elevator. He stewed without speaking as the lift headed up to their floor, a bit embarrassed that he had reacted so violently, especially as his hand hurt from the action and that could cramp his playing the following night. Tugging her down the hall, he stalked to Cole’s room and kicked the door open. The girl who had previously been handcuffed to Jimmy’s bed squealed as she scurried away from the fellatio performance they had interrupted. The road manager looked to Jimmy, the anger in his eyes quickly disappearing.
“Jimmy?”
“That fuck downstairs insulted Summer,” Jimmy seethed.
Summer could tell that Cole was about to question why it mattered, but instead he shook his head and looked around for his pants. The guitarist fidgeted, wiggling his fingers in Summer’s grasp, clearly thinking the road manager should not only hurry but be able to fix whatever the issue was.
“Okay,” Cole stated, buttoning his pants, “I don’t really care what he said to Summer. I’ll take care of him. But what can I do to make you happy first, Jimmy?”
“We just wanted some ice cream,” he proclaimed.
“Done. Go back to your room and I’ll get you your ice cream,” he stated. “And I’ll take care of the fuck downstairs.”
Jimmy nodded, turned and lead Summer out of the manager’s room, paying no attention at all to the naked whore still kneeling on the floor bewildered. They passed Robert’s room, the door still closed likely blocking out the world so that the singer could sleep off the sexing with Summer. He glanced again into Bonzo’s room, noting the drummer take a drink from a large nearly empty bottle before casting his line back out the window. Summer noticed as well and tugged lightly on Jimmy’s hand, wanting to go and stop the drummer’s drinking. Not giving her even an inch to do so, he continued down to his room. While he suspected it would still smell like sex and did not particularly want to sully Summer in that manner, Cole had said to wait in his room so they would wait in his room. Jimmy would merely have to distract the girl from noticing the state of his room.
Opening the door, he flinched slightly, seeing the handcuffs still on the messy bed. He didn’t have to inhale to know his fear was correct. An instant redirection was needed. His eyes flicked to the drawn curtains.
“You know, you can see across the bay from here,” he proclaimed. “I heard sometimes you can even see whales swim by.”
“Really?” she asked, though her eyes did notice the state of his bed.
“Maybe we can now,” Jimmy suggested, leading her over to the window.
Releasing her hand, he pulled the curtain open and quickly opened the window. A burst of cool salty air flooded into the room, lifting their hair slightly. Smiling, Summer leaned out, looking to her right and seeing Bonzo’s fishing pole sticking out. She glanced back at Jimmy, who had quickly moved about the room to hide the signs of sex. He turned back to her, his eyes meeting hers, after closing the drawer where he stashed the short whip and handcuffs. Smiling crookedly, he headed back over to join the angelic girl.
She picked up the hand he swung at the desk agent and looked it over carefully. A moment before she did it, Jimmy wonder what it would feel like to have her kiss his hand. Her eyes went to his as she lifted his hand to her lips, gently kissing each knuckle. Never before had a woman made him melt, his knees weaken, but in her innocent gesture, Jimmy was completely and utterly gone.
“Summer,” he breathed.
“Does your hand hurt? I wouldn’t want your valiance to cost you the show tomorrow night,” she stated.
“It’s... it’s okay,” he muttered, flexing his fingers still trapped in her hand.
Summer lifted his hand up again, repeating the same action, “This really wasn’t worth a bowl of ice cream.”
“Only because we don’t have it yet,” he responded.
She smiled crookedly and turned back to the window, naturally pulling his arms around her, “Have you really seen a whale, Jimmy?”
“I... uh, no,” he answered, wiggling a bit closer to her, his arms tightening.
“Oh. Then I guess you don’t know what we’re looking for,” Summer said, her arms folding over his, her short fingernails drawing on his forearms.
“I... no, I don’t. I suppose a fin or a tale or something.”
“Hmmm,” she pivoted slightly in his arms, looking over her shoulder into his eyes. “You never open your window, do you?”
“Uh, no. Not often,” he itched to dip down and kiss her as she looked up at him.
“You should. The world is a beautiful place, even in the darkness of night,” Summer proclaimed, pushed up on her toes, and pressed her lips to his gently. “It really is, Jimmy.”
Unwinding his arms from about her waist, he turned her to face him. One arm slipped around her back, his other fingers went to her chin, tipping her face towards his. His thumb brushed over her pouty bottom lip, catching it slightly. He licked his own, wetting them slightly, before he bent down and kissed her lips. The kiss remained chaste and innocent for a moment, but then she parted her lips and Jimmy though that heaven opened up for him. His tongue slipped past her lips, venturing tentatively into her warm mouth. He traced over her smooth teeth, lingering on the bottom one that slightly overlapped the other. Venturing over her pearly whites, the tip of his tongue touched hers. A shot of brillant lightning shot through his body from that touch and his arms tightened around her back. Rather than wrestle with his tongue, her lips and tongue wrapped around his, sucking lightly. Jimmy was certainly in heaven.
A knock on the door caused Summer to pull back from the kiss. Jimmy leaned in to kiss her again, but she turned her cheek towards him. His lips collided with her cheek as the knock sounded again. Sighing he pulled away and moved to answer the door. Turning the lock, though to be honest he didn’t remember locking the door, Jimmy opened the door, smirking at Cole standing there with a large bowl of ice cream. Thanking the road manager, he swung the door closed and locked it again before Cole could say anything derogatory or anything else. Holding the cold bowl with the tips of all of his fingers, Jimmy approached the blond girl and knelt before her, holding up the bowl like an offering of ambrosia to a goddess.
“Your ice cream, princess,” he proclaimed with a smile.
“Thank you, kind sir, but there is clearly too much for me. Will you share with me?” she responded.
“As you wish, milady,” Jimmy stood, his eyes darting to the shade between her legs, hoping to get a glimpse at her forbidden fruit.
Her hand slipped into the cold offered hand he held out to her, her fingers tugging down at the hem of the short robe, hiding what he hoped to see, “Oh he put chocolate sauce on it too, Jimmy!”
Leading her to the couch, Jimmy sat down, pulling her into lap. She wiggled about until she was comfortable while he held onto the bowl of ice cream, not that her wiggling made him any more comfortable at all. Not taking the bowl from him, but grasping the spoon, Summer scooped out a spoonful of the sweet. Jimmy’s eyes followed the spoon all the way to her mouth, focusing on the small dribble on her lips. As she lowered the spoon, he quickly leaned forward and kissed the drip from her mouth. Summer giggled and offered the next spoonful to him. Sharing every other spoonful with Jimmy and allowing kisses when one of them dripped, Summer finished the bowl of ice cream within a few minutes. Jimmy swept the bowl aside after she rest the spoon in it.
His hand moved to cup her cheek, to guide her to kiss him again. She flinched at the touch of his cold hand, the chill of the ice cream bowl having seeped into his digits. With a devious glint in his eyes, instead of cupping her face any longer, Jimmy slipped his hand into her robe. Summer gasped as his cold hand cupped her small breast. The temperature and audacity of the guitarist’s hand made her nipple instantly pucker. Her hand went to his wrist and she pulled his hand out, her other hand pulling the robe close again. Without a word, she attempted to pull out of his lap, but his arm remained strong around her.
“Stay,” he requested.
Summer shook her head, “No. I’ve already stayed too long. Robert is probably—”
“Still sleeping,” Jimmy interrupted. “Just stay.”
“No,” she pulled away again, this time out of his arms. “I’ve stayed too long already. You need to sleep. I need to get back to Robert. I’ll see you... later.”
His fingers reached for hers, keeping her from running away, “Will you play with me in the morning?”
“Jimmy, I...” her eyes wavered as they held his.
“Please?”
“I can’t,” Summer declared strongly. “And you know I can’t. I’ve been here too long, much too long. Good night, Jimmy.”
“Good night, Princess,” he muttered, releasing her hand. “Good night.”
For the past hour, Summer sat in a chair pulled up to the window, her knees bundled to her chest, the curtain pulled behind her so as to not disturb her sleeping prince. Finding Robert still sleeping upon her return from ice cream with Jimmy, she wished to not wake him, but not to leave again as that had already caused problems. So she hid away in the room, worried eyes on the water below though her thoughts were anywhere but there. Only the occasional splash from Bonzo’s fishing interrupted her thoughts.
Why had she done it? She could not blame drugs or alcohol as she was fairly sober when she ran into Jimmy, the flavor of champagne long gone. She could not claim he forced her because she had given of her kisses readily. No matter how she tried, Summer could not rationalize it. And she certainly could not think about anything else. Jimmy’s kisses had been as electrifying as his guitar playing. His cold touch of her breast instantly lit a fire deep within her, something akin to the one Robert stirred often. Lusting for Jimmy did not explain nor excuse it.
Sighing she squeezed her legs tighter. If she could not explain it to herself, how would she to Robert? Would telling him divide the band? Would he no longer want her? While Jimmy currently did, he also seemed to cast aside girls more readily than Robert, thusly she could not expect him to take of her – and Robert’s baby. Oh dear Lord, what had she done?
Hearing the splash of yet another fish caught by Bonzo, Summer decided she did not need to be alone with her thoughts. And it was likely the drummer had been drinking the whole time, something she should stop, could stop. Leaving the curtain still draped over her chair, Summer tiptoed over to the bed. Robert still slept happily, a slight smile twitching his lips. Brushing his hair back from his face, she leaned down and kissed his closed eyes. The singer did not stir at all. She kissed his mouth gently and then headed to slip out the door. With a final glance at her love, Summer closed the door and headed down to Bonzo’s room.
The drummer’s door was only half open at this point. The young woman slipped silently into the room, choosing to close the door behind her. Bonzo sat a chair, feet propped up in the window sill, bottle of vodka in one hand, fishing pole in the other. Without a thought, Summer slipped the nearly empty bottle from his hand, drained it of the two swallows, and sat herself down in his lap. Bonzo said nothing as she curled up in his lap, nuzzling her cheek against his shoulder. He merely reeled in the empty fishing pole and tossing it aside. With both hands free, though smelling of fish, he adjusted her in his lap, considering standing and moving both of them to a less smelly location, especially as he had no intension of sleeping in his fishing room. But he remained stationary for the time being, his intoxicated mind not quite up to speed.
“Bonzo,” she muttered, “I did something I shouldn’t have.”
“I’m sure we can fix it,” he declared, reaching to caress her hair but stopping before touching her. “But it reeks in here. Let’s get out of here.”
Without objection, Summer agreed, climbing out of his lap. The two vacated the fishy room, entering the one next door. Bonzo disappeared into the bathroom to scrub himself clean while she pulled open his drawers. Stealing a tee shirt and a pair of shorts that she had to roll to keep on, Summer climbed into Bonzo’s bed, leaving Robert’s robe on the floor. Stepping out of the bathroom a few minutes later wrapped in a towel, Bonzo glanced at the girl before padding over to the same drawer. He dropped the towel unashamedly, covering Robert’s clothing, and quickly dressed. He turned off most of the lights, leaving a single lamp beside the bed lit, and crawled in next to the girl. Summer quickly shifted in the bed, nestling close to Bonzo.
“John, I... I don’t know what to do,” she muttered.
“What happened, little sister?” he asked.
Smiling at his nickname for her, her face pivoted up to his, “I did something I shouldn’t have.”
“What, sweetie?”
“I kissed... I kissed Jimmy.”
Bonzo remained silent. Her confession did not surprise him, knowing what he did of Jimmy. But that certainly did not make him feel okay with her words. But Robert loved her, didn’t just lust for her. And he believed Summer did of him as well. Bonzo had never seen Robert so very happy before. No wonder Summer was troubled.
“Do you love him?”
“Jimmy? No. Not at all. I love Robert. I’m having his baby. I love Robert,” she proclaimed strongly.
“Then why did you kiss him?”
“Well what happened is this....”
As he listened to her story Bonzo came to the decision that Robert must not know. He knew Jimmy would keep it secret, especially as it could threaten the status of the band. No one else had really been privvy to it, save for Cole but Bonzo was certain he could keep him quiet as well. He tensed some with her innoce declaration of Jimmy copping a feel, instantly deciding he would have to talk to the guitarist as well.
“...and I couldn’t take it any more and you were still fishing so...”
“Summer, sweetheart, I know this troubles you but you did nothing really wrong. A few kisses is okay and you did stop it before it went further,” he rationalized.
“But Robert —”
“Does not need to know. Ever,” Bonzo stressed.
“But—”
“It will just upset him. He doesn’t need it. The band doesn’t need it. Jimmy won’t talk. Neither should you.”
“But John!”
“It was just a few kisses. Don’t tell Robert.”
Summer sighed, “But it wasn’t just a kiss.”
“Sure it was.”
“John, you and I kissed. And that was just a kiss, nothing else. But when Jimmy and I kissed, I felt it here,” she moved her hand to his waistband. “It wasn’t just a kiss.”
He sighed, “Summer, if you don’t want this to get bad, then you need to act and think that it was just a kiss. I can only do so much. You don’t want to hurt Robert, do you?”
“I... of course not.”
“Then think of it as just a kiss. Don’t give Jimmy a centimeter more,” Bonzo declared. “I will handle the rest.”
Summer sighed, “I really screwed up.”
“No, little sister, you didn’t. Not at all. Just a minor slip up. It happens to us all.”
“You too?”
Bonzo laughed, “I am unfaithful to Pat every damn tour. I’m sure she knows. But I love her and she knows that too. I am beyond minor slips.”
“Do you think... Robert will find someone else when I’m fat and—”
“No. You two are meant to be. Nothing will ever change that,” he declared.
A moment of silence passed between them. Summer tried to process the night in light of Bonzo’s words. He was right, Robert could never know. And she could never give Jimmy the opportunity again. That much she was certain of.
Stretching with a loud yawn, Robert’s eyes flew open. He was certain she had been by his side when he fell into a very exhausted slumber. But his bed was empty except him – empty and cold. While he knew sheets turned cold fairly quickly, he had a feeling he had slept alone most of the night. Getting out of the bed, his eyes went to the fluttering curtain. He pulled it quickly open, expecting to find Summer there. Only an empty chair was revealed. With a frown he pulled on his pants, deciding he would check the restaurant before letting panic override his thoughts.
As Robert headed towards the door, it opened. In the doorway stood his angelic little girl. Without delay he gathered her in his arms and kissed her good morning. Her arms remained wrapped around his neck, her lips reaching for his. Reaching behind Summer, her closed the door before lifting her from the carpet and returning her to the bed. Only releasing her to re-adjust their position, Robert realized she wore clothing that was neither hers nor his. In fact he recognized the shirt as Bonzo’s.
“Summer , are you—”
“Yes. I couldn’t sleep well last night. Bonzo was still up fishing,” she explained. His clothes?”
“I got cold in your silk robe from the concert last night,” she replied.
“All right...” he said warily. “Did you fish all night?”
“No. I ended up falling asleep in his bed finally.”
“Oh.”
Her fingers reached up, tucking his hair behind his ears, “Do you know how much I love you?”
His eyes cleared, “No. How much?”
“More than there are stars in the sky,” Summer proclaimed.
He smiled and kissed her gently, “I would give you the world if you asked me too.”
“Oh but I never would do so I only need you.”
He kissed her again, “I love you, Summer.”
Rather than reply verbally, her arms wrapped around him. He slowly peeled his bandmate’s clothes from her body, kissing her heavenly flesh. His lips lingered on her navel while she shed the pants he had barely pulled on. He nibbled on her labia, kissing her flower before working up her body. As their mouths united so did their most intimate of parts. Summer groaned and wrapped around him, pulling him ever so close.
Slowly their bodies moved in concert, giving and taking willingly. Summer’s body quivered once before Robert withdrew and guided her into another position. Turned on her side, she gasped as he pushed back into her before leaning down and nibbling on her shoulder. He built the crescendo steadily, slowly. Nearing his climax and feeling her body tense once more, Robert pulled out again, returning her to her back. As he slid back into Summer’s body, their lips united, her body clenched down. Thrusting as deeply as possible he moaned in completion as he sputtered deep down inside of her.
“Don’t leave me,” Summer whispered. “Please.”
“Never, my love. Never,” he replied, shifting so that his weight did not collapse fully onto her, even if he was still inside her. “I will never leave you, Summer.”
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