Chapter Forty-one, Triumph
Posted by DiF on Saturday, August 13, 2011
Title: Midnight Shift: Chapter Forty-one, Triumph
Rating: PG-13 [drinking, language, sexual situations]
Summary: Summer and Cameron have a laidback day, mostly spent reading. Robert visits Bonzo for some moral support. Jimmy finally gets Summer on the phone.
Struggling to read the first seven pages of pregnancy and birth book, Summer sighed with frustration. Cameron kissed her temple softly, muttering words of encouragement. While her progress was slow, he assumed it was much quicker than a child as she already had a decent vocabulary. Reading through seven pages in thirty minutes, including many words and terms she did not understand, was impressive. He knew from her body language alone that she did not feel as if the past few days meant much of anything.
She pulled out of his arms and set the book on the coffee table, “At this rate, I'm going to give birth to this baby before finishing that book.”
“You're doing really well, Summer,” he quickly interjected. “And there's a lot of pictures in the next chapters. And I will help you.”
“I don't know,” she sighed again. “This is all so... hard.”
“A week ago you never would have picked up a book, Summer. And now you're reading. You're amazing,” he declared, shifting slightly on the couch.
“Can't we just watch a movie about it or something?”
Cameron chuckled uncomfortably, “I don't think so.”
Her eyes flicked to his and widened slightly, “I don't mean porn, Cam. I know how sex works. Aren't there movies that explain the... inside stuff?”
“Uhhhh...” he shifted again.
Finally noticing his reaction, her eyes widened even more, but briefly. She quickly flashed him a smile and pivoted into his lap. Sitting back almost to his knees, she leaned forward and kissed him gently. His hands went to her thighs, squeezing gently. She attempted to shift forward, but his fingers tightened, keeping her where she was. Her fingers dropped down to his thighs, rolling slightly to the insides of his legs.
“Can you see the tails on sperms?” she asked, her lips a breath away from his.
He gasped slightly, “No...”
“Are you sure?” her right hand groped him gently.
He hissed softly, his breath dancing over her strawberry lips, “Summer...”
“Cameron, I want to...”
His hand left her thigh. Wrapping his fingers around her wrist, he slowly pulled her hand off his thickening bulge. Lifting her hand to his mouth, he kissed her palm before releasing it and burying his fingers in her long blond hair. Without pause, Cameron kissed her deeply, his other hand leaving her thigh and pressing against the small of her back, naturally pressing her hips into his. The action pushed her legs further apart, her flirty skirt bunching up between them. Both of her hands moved to his shoulders, squeezing gently.
“Summer,” he muttered again, his fingers tracing down her throat.
“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes closed as she leaned back slightly to allow him to touch her.
“You are so –”
The phone ringing interrupted his words. Instantly believing it to be Jimmy, Cameron froze in fear. Summer ignored the phone, leaning in to kiss him again. He turned his cheek to her, instantly making her frown.
“The phone... your boyfriend...” he uttered an excuse.
“Don't care,” she stated, leaning in to kiss him again.
Cameron accepted her kiss. His arms circled around her again. With little grace, he pushed away from the couch, quickly rolling so that her back was pushed against the seat cushions. Summer giggled happily at his sudden actions, her arms reaching to wrap around his neck. Unable to ignore the phone ringing, he quickly pulled away from the pretty nymph and hurried over to the device. Taking a deep breath to subdue his arousal as much as possible, he snatched up the phone.
And dropped it a moment later.
“Cameron? Cameron Bruce Crowe, you answer me right now,” an unexpected, angry feminine voice demanded.
He picked it back up, “Um, hello.”
Summer pivoted on the couch, folded her arms on the back of the sofa, and rested her chin on them. Her blue eyes watched as he spoke softly on the phone, turning his back to her. Amused that not only someone called for him, but that he felt it necessary to conceal his conversation from her, Summer instead focused her attention at really looking at him. He was tall, but likely not his full height just yet, but it was enough that his shoulders slumped slightly. His band shirt, she thought with The Who emblazoned on the front, fit him well, but he did not wear his clothing as tight as Robert. Her eyes settled on the seat of his jeans and she smiled again. He did not quite have the body of a man, but she certainly liked all that she saw.
Her eyes just reached his dark brown hair as he hung up the phone and turned around. Their eyes connected and she smiled again. However, Cameron did not smile back at her, instantly alarming her. She sat up straight, considering getting off the couch to approach him.
“She wants me to come home,” he stated.
“I take it that wasn't Jimmy.”
“No,” he smirked, uncomfortably. “It was my mom.”
“How did she know you were here?”
“I called her a few days ago...”
“Oh, right, of course,” Summer nodded. “What did she say?”
“That my assignment is done so I need to come home,” Cameron commented, heading over to the fridge to pull out a bottle of Coke.
“I see,” she responded sadly.
His eyes quickly went to hers, “Oh, no, sweetheart, I'm not going anywhere. I'm not leaving you here alone.”
She smiled in relief, “You're not?”
Setting down the bottle without opening it, Cameron quickly crossed the suite, gently touched her chin, and kissed her softly, “I am not leaving you here alone.”
“I am so... happy to hear that.”
“Let's go get some dinner and walk the dog,” he suggested before stealing another kiss.
“Okay, where?”
“Hmmm... burgers and fries?”
She jumped up, “Can we get a milkshake too?”
“Of course,” he smiled.
“I'll get my shoes!”
Thirty minutes later, seated on the same side of a booth, the teens perused a laminated menu. Cameron patiently listened as she slowly struggled to read everything on the menu. He waved off their server when she headed in their direction, giving Summer more time to work out the words. His arm casually rested on the booth behind her and he leaned over to whisper encouragement.
Reaching the end of the menu, she set it down on the table and looked to Cameron. Her eyes shined with triumph. Seeing such happiness on her face at accomplishing reading a menu without any help, he could not help but to lean forward and kiss her quickly. She giggled, which caused him to flush slightly, before turning her attention back to the menu.
“I... now that I can read it, I have no idea what I want!” she confessed.
He chuckled, “You better decide. Here comes our waitress.”
With their orders placed and the menus removed, Summer fidgeted slightly next to Cameron. He said nothing, certain she would explain her discomfort before long. However, she remained silent too, picking up anything on the table and struggling to read the few words. He smiled at her continued enthusiasm, presuming it was far less overwhelming to read restaurant table advertisements than a large book.
She abruptly set the indie newspaper down, shoving it away from her, “I'll be right back.”
Wiggling out of the booth, Summer hurried across the burger joint to the small restrooms. Smiling to himself, Cameron's eyes dropped down to the table in front of him. His fingers nervously played with the paper sleeve from his straw. While he did not like New York City any more than any other Californian, his fondness grew for the busy city with each passing day spent with the golden girl. All because he stopped at a hot dog stand in Central Park on what was supposed to be his last day in the city. He understood, possibly even appreciated his mother's concern, he knew that would all go away once she met Summer. He could not wait to introduce them.
Leaving the bathroom stall, Summer stepped up to the sink. Her grin easily lit her face once more as she turned on the sink. One week with Cameron had changed her life. She felt better than she had... since before her mother died. That was not to discount Jimmy, as he always treated her like royalty. However, Cameron seemed to fill a void inside her that she had not realized she even had. Drying her hands, she turned to hurry excitedly back to Cameron, intending to confess her realization. Before she could even take a step, Summer froze. Her lips parted some and she blinked, almost as if she did not believe who stood before her.
“Well, well, well,” she smirked, stepping closer to Summer, “if it isn't Led Zeppelin's little slut. Where's your bodyguard now... that Cameron kid?”
“Please just let me by,” she said softly, attempting to step towards the door.
“Oh no. I don't think so. I was nice to you and you got me kicked off the tour,” the dark-haired girl hissed, stepping closer. “They threw me out because of you.”
“Lori, please,” she muttered, stepping to the side.
“I don't fucking think so, bitch,” Lori got in Summer's face. “Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was for me? I was nearly ruined.”
“I'm sorry,” she refused to look up at the other girl.
“Do you have like a golden pussy or something? Fuck. I have never seen the band hover around a girl like they do you,” she seethed. “Fucking cunt.”
“Please just let me out.”
Her doe-eyes widened, “Wait, one minute. They're in London. And you're here. That means... oh splendid.”
“Can I please just–”
“What happened? Did they just get tired of your little girl whining? Or maybe they got tired of taking care of you while you cried over your crazy, dead mother?”
Her blue eyes instantly snapped up at the seventeen-year-old girl, “Take that back.”
“What? The fact they left you or the fact your mother is a crazy whore?”
Summer's hand instantly darted up, slapping the other girl across the face, “Take it back.”
“You're just as crazy as her!” Lori exclaimed, launching towards the younger girl.
As Summer stepped aside, the door to the restroom opened and an older woman stepped in accompanied by a young girl. Welcoming the intrusion, the younger teen girl quickly left the bathroom, certain fire and brimstone filled Lori's eyes. Afraid to glance back, she rushed across the restaurant, back to Cameron. His eyes quickly snapped to her as she neared the table.
“Summer? Is everything okay?”
Her eyes flicked to the food just delivered on the table, “Can we... can we take this back to the hotel?”
“Of course, sweetheart,” he motioned to their server as he slid out of the booth. “Is everything okay?”
Shaking her head, she glanced over her shoulder at the bathroom just as the door opened and the mother and daughter stepped out, “No, it's not.”
Quickly requesting to go boxes and handing the server cash to cover the bill, Cameron turned his attention back to the blond girl, “What happened, Summer?”
“Lori,” she muttered.
His dark eyes flicked to the women's restroom just as the girl in question stepped out. He quickly nodded, slipped his arm around Summer, and positioned himself between her and the other girl. The server returned with takeout boxes just as Lori made her way over. Cameron instantly body-blocked her, motioning Summer to the exit. Accepting the bag with their meal stowed away within, the blonde girl turned and hurried out of the restaurant.
Cameron turned to the wild groupie, staring down into her eyes, “Leave Summer alone.”
“But that bitch stole Jimmy!” she shrieked.
He rolled his eyes, “She did not. You know that Jimmy changes girlfriends more often than you change panties.”
Her eyes narrowed, “So she is with Jimmy. Fucking whore. Robert's big cock wasn't enough so she moved onto my man. What a slut.”
“Oh just get over yourself, Lori,” he declared, turned, and walked away.
“Don't you fall in love with her too, Cameron! That bitch is poison!” she screamed after him.
Joining Summer outside the restaurant, Cameron quickly slipped his arm around her waist. He said nothing, but rushed her down the street back to the hotel. Stopping in the lobby, he quickly kissed her cheek and flashed her a smile. Before she could ask about the intentions in his eyes, Cameron pulled away and disappeared into the hotel's restaurant. He returned to her side a minute later, a milkshake in hand.
“I promised you a milkshake,” he declared. “I always keep my promises.”
“Cameron...”
“Come on, sweetheart. Let's go have a calm dinner together. I'll play you a new record.”
Walking around to the back of the house, Robert shook his head upon finally locating Bonzo and his son. Lighting up a cigarette, he crossed the grass to the fence surrounding the field out the back of Bonzo's house. The drummer stood by his nearly eleven-year-old son, apparently explaining the intricacies of the small motorbike the boy sat astride. A minute later the boy started the bike and sped off, kicking up dust and dirt. Laughing heartily, Bonzo glanced up and noticed his mate leaning against the fence.
He waited until the boy sped pass on his first loop of the pasture before approaching Robert, “Well, Percy, I didn't expect you to be coming by.”
“Didn't know I needed to ring you.”
“Nah,” he reached over the fence and punched Robert in the shoulder. “London not enough fun without me?”
“Something like that. How's Pat feeling?”
He shrugged, snatching the cigarette from Robert's fingers, “You know, pregnant.”
“When's she due again?”
“July,” he handed the cigarette back, before turning his back to Robert so he could watch his son loop around the grass. “What brings you to me home?”
“Uh, I missed you?”
Bonzo glanced over his shoulder, “Fuck, Percy, I knew you were a pansy sometimes, but seriously?”
He smirked, “I went back.”
“Back where?” he asked distractedly before shouting something as Jason sped by.
“Home.”
Bonzo glanced over his shoulder, “I thought you were leaving her.”
“So did I.”
“What happened?”
“Kids.”
The drummer remained silent, waiting for his son to speed by again. He yelled words of encouragement, clapping as the boy jumped over a small mound of dirt. He glanced once more at the singer.
“Didn't those happen awhile ago?
Robert rolled his eyes, “You know what I mean.”
“What about Summer?”
“I haven't spoken with her in two months.”
“So?”
The singer sighed, “She's probably forgotten about me.”
“Have you forgotten about her?”
“No, of course not.”
“Then win her back from Pagey. We both know you can do it.”
He snorted, “Do you really think so?”
Bonzo turned and stared at his best mate, “Are you shitting me?”
Robert said nothing.
“You are completely hopeless, Percy.”
“I'm giving up on Summer.”
“You're bloody insane, Robert,” he turned his attention back to his son. “Bloody insane.”
With his daughter long since in bed and his lady sleeping off their lovemaking, Jimmy quickly dressed and slipped downstairs. He picked his footfalls carefully, certain to avoid any squeak in the floors. Reaching his library, he slipped in and closed the door firmly behind him, his fingers instinctively turning the lock. After turning on a lamp, he slipped into the armchair, his pointer finger tracing over the curve of the telephone.
Sighing, his long fingers curled around the telephone. It had been two long days without hearing her voice. He had expected a return call two evenings before. Granted, he had been occupied and not always in the house, but the phone had not rung for him – or at least when it had, it was business not pleasure. He knew she was okay, as the hotel had not called to alert him of anything negative as agreed upon. However...
Snatching up the phone, not caring about the time, Jimmy quickly dialed the hotel's number. He impatiently waited through the rings, frowning more when he had to wait for the call to patch through to the room. His eyes flicked to the large clock, barely making out its face in the dim light. It was nearly three in the morning in London; surely Summer would be in the room at ten in the evening?
“Hello?”
His heart halted at the sound of her sweet voice, “Good evening, princess.”
“Jimmy!” she squealed. “I miss you so much!”
“I miss you as well. Have you been well?”
“Oh yes. I would have called but... I did not write the number down.”
“Ah, I see.”
“I'm so very sorry, Jimmy.”
“I understand, princess,” he responded, crossing his left leg over his right. “You should know, however, the front desk has my numbers as well – in the event of an emergency.”
“Oh! I didn't even think of that!”
“Have you a pen and paper now?”
“Give me just a moment. Cameron's getting me something to write on.”
“I see.”
“Okay. I'm ready now.”
Jimmy slowly gave her a list of phone numbers to call him at, making her repeat back whatever she wrote. Satisfied with that, he pushed the conversation on. It concerned him greatly that the boy still remained with his princess, but he could admit that he preferred she was not alone. He knew she was accustomed to being surrounded by people. He could not reasonably expect she would not make some friend while in such a populous city. Expecting that friend to be a female was apparently too great of a request.
“Wait. Did you just say Lori?” his thoughts snapped back to the story she was telling.
“Uh huh. We were getting dinner and there she was. Oh Jimmy, she said some mean things. And I think if Cameron had not been there...”
“You are okay now?”
“Yeah. We brought dinner back here. And then Cameron got us a milkshake too. We're just watching a movie on the TV screen now.”
Not entirely sure if he could trust in the hint of innocence, he shifted in the chair once more, “And what are you watching?”
“Cameron went down to the front desk and got a tape from them. Kinda like what we had in the Starship.”
His thought instantly snapped to the pornographic tapes on the plane, “And what is it that you're watching?”
He heard her muffle the phone for a moment, “Cameron says it's called 'Young Frankenstein.' I think it's funny.”
Sighing in relief, Jimmy smiled slightly, “I have heard as much. I miss your laugh... and smile.”
“How much longer, Jimmy?”
“Only a few more days.”
“Too many.”
“I concur,” he agreed. “What have you planned for tomorrow, my sweet?”
“I don't know. Whatever Cameron comes up with.”
“I see.”
“Do you want to talk to him?” she offered.
While it was tempting, so that he could warn the boy to leave his princess alone, Jimmy declined. Deciding to call her again in the morning, possibly threatening her boy toy at that point, he released her to return to her movie. His bigger concern, to be completely frank, was the dark-haired groupie who was not to come near Summer at all. He wished Summer well, smiled at her happy 'I love you,' and hung up the phone.
The phone did not remain on the base for long a minute later, he called up Peter, waking the manager from sleep. Not letting up until he promised to locate Lori immediately and then call back with her number, Jimmy hung up the phone. Getting to his feet, he found his bottle of Jack and poured himself a large glass. The bottle was half-empty already. Peter had better return the call before it was all empty – or there would certainly be hell to pay.
Ringing up another hotel in New York over an hour later and most of the remaining bottle of booze left, Jimmy impatiently knocked back the bottle while waiting for someone to answer the phone. When someone finally answered, his ears instantly snapped to the sounds of fucking in the background. His body reacted but he quickly shoved the thought aside.
“I need to talk to Lori.”
The girl on the phone giggled, “She's busy.”
“I do not bloody care. Put her on the phone. Right. Now.”
Hearing more sex sounds before Lori began to swear, Jimmy smirked. He knew precisely what he was interrupting. And that made his phone call even better.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?”
“Lori, my dear,” he gritted his teeth.
She gasped, “Jimmy!”
“Do you miss me, darling?”
“Oh yes, yes, yes!”
“Excellent.”
“Oh, Jimmy, I knew you'd come back to me. I just knew it.”
“Oh, I am not coming back to you.”
“What?”
His voice became low and sinister, “Stay away from Summer. Do not even think one untoward thought about her. Or I will find out. And you will not like my reaction.”
“What? Jimmy, what are you talking about? I --”
“You know very well what I am speaking about. Leave her alone. Or pay the price.”
Before she could argue or pout anymore, Jimmy hung up the phone. He finished the final few swigs of his whiskey before getting to his feet. Feeling a bit triumphant and more than a little randy, he made his way up the stairs to his sleeping lady, not even attempting to be silent as he had been on his descent. He fully intended to start the day with an orgasm – or two.
Rating: PG-13 [drinking, language, sexual situations]
Summary: Summer and Cameron have a laidback day, mostly spent reading. Robert visits Bonzo for some moral support. Jimmy finally gets Summer on the phone.
Struggling to read the first seven pages of pregnancy and birth book, Summer sighed with frustration. Cameron kissed her temple softly, muttering words of encouragement. While her progress was slow, he assumed it was much quicker than a child as she already had a decent vocabulary. Reading through seven pages in thirty minutes, including many words and terms she did not understand, was impressive. He knew from her body language alone that she did not feel as if the past few days meant much of anything.
She pulled out of his arms and set the book on the coffee table, “At this rate, I'm going to give birth to this baby before finishing that book.”
“You're doing really well, Summer,” he quickly interjected. “And there's a lot of pictures in the next chapters. And I will help you.”
“I don't know,” she sighed again. “This is all so... hard.”
“A week ago you never would have picked up a book, Summer. And now you're reading. You're amazing,” he declared, shifting slightly on the couch.
“Can't we just watch a movie about it or something?”
Cameron chuckled uncomfortably, “I don't think so.”
Her eyes flicked to his and widened slightly, “I don't mean porn, Cam. I know how sex works. Aren't there movies that explain the... inside stuff?”
“Uhhhh...” he shifted again.
Finally noticing his reaction, her eyes widened even more, but briefly. She quickly flashed him a smile and pivoted into his lap. Sitting back almost to his knees, she leaned forward and kissed him gently. His hands went to her thighs, squeezing gently. She attempted to shift forward, but his fingers tightened, keeping her where she was. Her fingers dropped down to his thighs, rolling slightly to the insides of his legs.
“Can you see the tails on sperms?” she asked, her lips a breath away from his.
He gasped slightly, “No...”
“Are you sure?” her right hand groped him gently.
He hissed softly, his breath dancing over her strawberry lips, “Summer...”
“Cameron, I want to...”
His hand left her thigh. Wrapping his fingers around her wrist, he slowly pulled her hand off his thickening bulge. Lifting her hand to his mouth, he kissed her palm before releasing it and burying his fingers in her long blond hair. Without pause, Cameron kissed her deeply, his other hand leaving her thigh and pressing against the small of her back, naturally pressing her hips into his. The action pushed her legs further apart, her flirty skirt bunching up between them. Both of her hands moved to his shoulders, squeezing gently.
“Summer,” he muttered again, his fingers tracing down her throat.
“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes closed as she leaned back slightly to allow him to touch her.
“You are so –”
The phone ringing interrupted his words. Instantly believing it to be Jimmy, Cameron froze in fear. Summer ignored the phone, leaning in to kiss him again. He turned his cheek to her, instantly making her frown.
“The phone... your boyfriend...” he uttered an excuse.
“Don't care,” she stated, leaning in to kiss him again.
Cameron accepted her kiss. His arms circled around her again. With little grace, he pushed away from the couch, quickly rolling so that her back was pushed against the seat cushions. Summer giggled happily at his sudden actions, her arms reaching to wrap around his neck. Unable to ignore the phone ringing, he quickly pulled away from the pretty nymph and hurried over to the device. Taking a deep breath to subdue his arousal as much as possible, he snatched up the phone.
And dropped it a moment later.
“Cameron? Cameron Bruce Crowe, you answer me right now,” an unexpected, angry feminine voice demanded.
He picked it back up, “Um, hello.”
Summer pivoted on the couch, folded her arms on the back of the sofa, and rested her chin on them. Her blue eyes watched as he spoke softly on the phone, turning his back to her. Amused that not only someone called for him, but that he felt it necessary to conceal his conversation from her, Summer instead focused her attention at really looking at him. He was tall, but likely not his full height just yet, but it was enough that his shoulders slumped slightly. His band shirt, she thought with The Who emblazoned on the front, fit him well, but he did not wear his clothing as tight as Robert. Her eyes settled on the seat of his jeans and she smiled again. He did not quite have the body of a man, but she certainly liked all that she saw.
Her eyes just reached his dark brown hair as he hung up the phone and turned around. Their eyes connected and she smiled again. However, Cameron did not smile back at her, instantly alarming her. She sat up straight, considering getting off the couch to approach him.
“She wants me to come home,” he stated.
“I take it that wasn't Jimmy.”
“No,” he smirked, uncomfortably. “It was my mom.”
“How did she know you were here?”
“I called her a few days ago...”
“Oh, right, of course,” Summer nodded. “What did she say?”
“That my assignment is done so I need to come home,” Cameron commented, heading over to the fridge to pull out a bottle of Coke.
“I see,” she responded sadly.
His eyes quickly went to hers, “Oh, no, sweetheart, I'm not going anywhere. I'm not leaving you here alone.”
She smiled in relief, “You're not?”
Setting down the bottle without opening it, Cameron quickly crossed the suite, gently touched her chin, and kissed her softly, “I am not leaving you here alone.”
“I am so... happy to hear that.”
“Let's go get some dinner and walk the dog,” he suggested before stealing another kiss.
“Okay, where?”
“Hmmm... burgers and fries?”
She jumped up, “Can we get a milkshake too?”
“Of course,” he smiled.
“I'll get my shoes!”
Thirty minutes later, seated on the same side of a booth, the teens perused a laminated menu. Cameron patiently listened as she slowly struggled to read everything on the menu. He waved off their server when she headed in their direction, giving Summer more time to work out the words. His arm casually rested on the booth behind her and he leaned over to whisper encouragement.
Reaching the end of the menu, she set it down on the table and looked to Cameron. Her eyes shined with triumph. Seeing such happiness on her face at accomplishing reading a menu without any help, he could not help but to lean forward and kiss her quickly. She giggled, which caused him to flush slightly, before turning her attention back to the menu.
“I... now that I can read it, I have no idea what I want!” she confessed.
He chuckled, “You better decide. Here comes our waitress.”
With their orders placed and the menus removed, Summer fidgeted slightly next to Cameron. He said nothing, certain she would explain her discomfort before long. However, she remained silent too, picking up anything on the table and struggling to read the few words. He smiled at her continued enthusiasm, presuming it was far less overwhelming to read restaurant table advertisements than a large book.
She abruptly set the indie newspaper down, shoving it away from her, “I'll be right back.”
Wiggling out of the booth, Summer hurried across the burger joint to the small restrooms. Smiling to himself, Cameron's eyes dropped down to the table in front of him. His fingers nervously played with the paper sleeve from his straw. While he did not like New York City any more than any other Californian, his fondness grew for the busy city with each passing day spent with the golden girl. All because he stopped at a hot dog stand in Central Park on what was supposed to be his last day in the city. He understood, possibly even appreciated his mother's concern, he knew that would all go away once she met Summer. He could not wait to introduce them.
Leaving the bathroom stall, Summer stepped up to the sink. Her grin easily lit her face once more as she turned on the sink. One week with Cameron had changed her life. She felt better than she had... since before her mother died. That was not to discount Jimmy, as he always treated her like royalty. However, Cameron seemed to fill a void inside her that she had not realized she even had. Drying her hands, she turned to hurry excitedly back to Cameron, intending to confess her realization. Before she could even take a step, Summer froze. Her lips parted some and she blinked, almost as if she did not believe who stood before her.
“Well, well, well,” she smirked, stepping closer to Summer, “if it isn't Led Zeppelin's little slut. Where's your bodyguard now... that Cameron kid?”
“Please just let me by,” she said softly, attempting to step towards the door.
“Oh no. I don't think so. I was nice to you and you got me kicked off the tour,” the dark-haired girl hissed, stepping closer. “They threw me out because of you.”
“Lori, please,” she muttered, stepping to the side.
“I don't fucking think so, bitch,” Lori got in Summer's face. “Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was for me? I was nearly ruined.”
“I'm sorry,” she refused to look up at the other girl.
“Do you have like a golden pussy or something? Fuck. I have never seen the band hover around a girl like they do you,” she seethed. “Fucking cunt.”
“Please just let me out.”
Her doe-eyes widened, “Wait, one minute. They're in London. And you're here. That means... oh splendid.”
“Can I please just–”
“What happened? Did they just get tired of your little girl whining? Or maybe they got tired of taking care of you while you cried over your crazy, dead mother?”
Her blue eyes instantly snapped up at the seventeen-year-old girl, “Take that back.”
“What? The fact they left you or the fact your mother is a crazy whore?”
Summer's hand instantly darted up, slapping the other girl across the face, “Take it back.”
“You're just as crazy as her!” Lori exclaimed, launching towards the younger girl.
As Summer stepped aside, the door to the restroom opened and an older woman stepped in accompanied by a young girl. Welcoming the intrusion, the younger teen girl quickly left the bathroom, certain fire and brimstone filled Lori's eyes. Afraid to glance back, she rushed across the restaurant, back to Cameron. His eyes quickly snapped to her as she neared the table.
“Summer? Is everything okay?”
Her eyes flicked to the food just delivered on the table, “Can we... can we take this back to the hotel?”
“Of course, sweetheart,” he motioned to their server as he slid out of the booth. “Is everything okay?”
Shaking her head, she glanced over her shoulder at the bathroom just as the door opened and the mother and daughter stepped out, “No, it's not.”
Quickly requesting to go boxes and handing the server cash to cover the bill, Cameron turned his attention back to the blond girl, “What happened, Summer?”
“Lori,” she muttered.
His dark eyes flicked to the women's restroom just as the girl in question stepped out. He quickly nodded, slipped his arm around Summer, and positioned himself between her and the other girl. The server returned with takeout boxes just as Lori made her way over. Cameron instantly body-blocked her, motioning Summer to the exit. Accepting the bag with their meal stowed away within, the blonde girl turned and hurried out of the restaurant.
Cameron turned to the wild groupie, staring down into her eyes, “Leave Summer alone.”
“But that bitch stole Jimmy!” she shrieked.
He rolled his eyes, “She did not. You know that Jimmy changes girlfriends more often than you change panties.”
Her eyes narrowed, “So she is with Jimmy. Fucking whore. Robert's big cock wasn't enough so she moved onto my man. What a slut.”
“Oh just get over yourself, Lori,” he declared, turned, and walked away.
“Don't you fall in love with her too, Cameron! That bitch is poison!” she screamed after him.
Joining Summer outside the restaurant, Cameron quickly slipped his arm around her waist. He said nothing, but rushed her down the street back to the hotel. Stopping in the lobby, he quickly kissed her cheek and flashed her a smile. Before she could ask about the intentions in his eyes, Cameron pulled away and disappeared into the hotel's restaurant. He returned to her side a minute later, a milkshake in hand.
“I promised you a milkshake,” he declared. “I always keep my promises.”
“Cameron...”
“Come on, sweetheart. Let's go have a calm dinner together. I'll play you a new record.”
Walking around to the back of the house, Robert shook his head upon finally locating Bonzo and his son. Lighting up a cigarette, he crossed the grass to the fence surrounding the field out the back of Bonzo's house. The drummer stood by his nearly eleven-year-old son, apparently explaining the intricacies of the small motorbike the boy sat astride. A minute later the boy started the bike and sped off, kicking up dust and dirt. Laughing heartily, Bonzo glanced up and noticed his mate leaning against the fence.
He waited until the boy sped pass on his first loop of the pasture before approaching Robert, “Well, Percy, I didn't expect you to be coming by.”
“Didn't know I needed to ring you.”
“Nah,” he reached over the fence and punched Robert in the shoulder. “London not enough fun without me?”
“Something like that. How's Pat feeling?”
He shrugged, snatching the cigarette from Robert's fingers, “You know, pregnant.”
“When's she due again?”
“July,” he handed the cigarette back, before turning his back to Robert so he could watch his son loop around the grass. “What brings you to me home?”
“Uh, I missed you?”
Bonzo glanced over his shoulder, “Fuck, Percy, I knew you were a pansy sometimes, but seriously?”
He smirked, “I went back.”
“Back where?” he asked distractedly before shouting something as Jason sped by.
“Home.”
Bonzo glanced over his shoulder, “I thought you were leaving her.”
“So did I.”
“What happened?”
“Kids.”
The drummer remained silent, waiting for his son to speed by again. He yelled words of encouragement, clapping as the boy jumped over a small mound of dirt. He glanced once more at the singer.
“Didn't those happen awhile ago?
Robert rolled his eyes, “You know what I mean.”
“What about Summer?”
“I haven't spoken with her in two months.”
“So?”
The singer sighed, “She's probably forgotten about me.”
“Have you forgotten about her?”
“No, of course not.”
“Then win her back from Pagey. We both know you can do it.”
He snorted, “Do you really think so?”
Bonzo turned and stared at his best mate, “Are you shitting me?”
Robert said nothing.
“You are completely hopeless, Percy.”
“I'm giving up on Summer.”
“You're bloody insane, Robert,” he turned his attention back to his son. “Bloody insane.”
With his daughter long since in bed and his lady sleeping off their lovemaking, Jimmy quickly dressed and slipped downstairs. He picked his footfalls carefully, certain to avoid any squeak in the floors. Reaching his library, he slipped in and closed the door firmly behind him, his fingers instinctively turning the lock. After turning on a lamp, he slipped into the armchair, his pointer finger tracing over the curve of the telephone.
Sighing, his long fingers curled around the telephone. It had been two long days without hearing her voice. He had expected a return call two evenings before. Granted, he had been occupied and not always in the house, but the phone had not rung for him – or at least when it had, it was business not pleasure. He knew she was okay, as the hotel had not called to alert him of anything negative as agreed upon. However...
Snatching up the phone, not caring about the time, Jimmy quickly dialed the hotel's number. He impatiently waited through the rings, frowning more when he had to wait for the call to patch through to the room. His eyes flicked to the large clock, barely making out its face in the dim light. It was nearly three in the morning in London; surely Summer would be in the room at ten in the evening?
“Hello?”
His heart halted at the sound of her sweet voice, “Good evening, princess.”
“Jimmy!” she squealed. “I miss you so much!”
“I miss you as well. Have you been well?”
“Oh yes. I would have called but... I did not write the number down.”
“Ah, I see.”
“I'm so very sorry, Jimmy.”
“I understand, princess,” he responded, crossing his left leg over his right. “You should know, however, the front desk has my numbers as well – in the event of an emergency.”
“Oh! I didn't even think of that!”
“Have you a pen and paper now?”
“Give me just a moment. Cameron's getting me something to write on.”
“I see.”
“Okay. I'm ready now.”
Jimmy slowly gave her a list of phone numbers to call him at, making her repeat back whatever she wrote. Satisfied with that, he pushed the conversation on. It concerned him greatly that the boy still remained with his princess, but he could admit that he preferred she was not alone. He knew she was accustomed to being surrounded by people. He could not reasonably expect she would not make some friend while in such a populous city. Expecting that friend to be a female was apparently too great of a request.
“Wait. Did you just say Lori?” his thoughts snapped back to the story she was telling.
“Uh huh. We were getting dinner and there she was. Oh Jimmy, she said some mean things. And I think if Cameron had not been there...”
“You are okay now?”
“Yeah. We brought dinner back here. And then Cameron got us a milkshake too. We're just watching a movie on the TV screen now.”
Not entirely sure if he could trust in the hint of innocence, he shifted in the chair once more, “And what are you watching?”
“Cameron went down to the front desk and got a tape from them. Kinda like what we had in the Starship.”
His thought instantly snapped to the pornographic tapes on the plane, “And what is it that you're watching?”
He heard her muffle the phone for a moment, “Cameron says it's called 'Young Frankenstein.' I think it's funny.”
Sighing in relief, Jimmy smiled slightly, “I have heard as much. I miss your laugh... and smile.”
“How much longer, Jimmy?”
“Only a few more days.”
“Too many.”
“I concur,” he agreed. “What have you planned for tomorrow, my sweet?”
“I don't know. Whatever Cameron comes up with.”
“I see.”
“Do you want to talk to him?” she offered.
While it was tempting, so that he could warn the boy to leave his princess alone, Jimmy declined. Deciding to call her again in the morning, possibly threatening her boy toy at that point, he released her to return to her movie. His bigger concern, to be completely frank, was the dark-haired groupie who was not to come near Summer at all. He wished Summer well, smiled at her happy 'I love you,' and hung up the phone.
The phone did not remain on the base for long a minute later, he called up Peter, waking the manager from sleep. Not letting up until he promised to locate Lori immediately and then call back with her number, Jimmy hung up the phone. Getting to his feet, he found his bottle of Jack and poured himself a large glass. The bottle was half-empty already. Peter had better return the call before it was all empty – or there would certainly be hell to pay.
Ringing up another hotel in New York over an hour later and most of the remaining bottle of booze left, Jimmy impatiently knocked back the bottle while waiting for someone to answer the phone. When someone finally answered, his ears instantly snapped to the sounds of fucking in the background. His body reacted but he quickly shoved the thought aside.
“I need to talk to Lori.”
The girl on the phone giggled, “She's busy.”
“I do not bloody care. Put her on the phone. Right. Now.”
Hearing more sex sounds before Lori began to swear, Jimmy smirked. He knew precisely what he was interrupting. And that made his phone call even better.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?”
“Lori, my dear,” he gritted his teeth.
She gasped, “Jimmy!”
“Do you miss me, darling?”
“Oh yes, yes, yes!”
“Excellent.”
“Oh, Jimmy, I knew you'd come back to me. I just knew it.”
“Oh, I am not coming back to you.”
“What?”
His voice became low and sinister, “Stay away from Summer. Do not even think one untoward thought about her. Or I will find out. And you will not like my reaction.”
“What? Jimmy, what are you talking about? I --”
“You know very well what I am speaking about. Leave her alone. Or pay the price.”
Before she could argue or pout anymore, Jimmy hung up the phone. He finished the final few swigs of his whiskey before getting to his feet. Feeling a bit triumphant and more than a little randy, he made his way up the stairs to his sleeping lady, not even attempting to be silent as he had been on his descent. He fully intended to start the day with an orgasm – or two.
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