Chapter Four, Sweet Siren
Posted by DiF on Thursday, August 11, 2011
Title: Midnight Shift: Chapter Four, Sweet Siren
Rating: NC-17 [language, alcohol and drug use, sex]
Summary: Robert and Summer bond a little bit too much, requiring some downtime for her to recover and to hang out with the rest of the band.
Slipping off the stage during Bonzo’s solo of Moby Dick, Robert looked around for his paramour. Not finding her immediately cast concern in his heart. He shouldn’t have let Cole take her away. He should have— Arms suddenly circled his waist, cutting off his thoughts. Looking down at the hands, Robert smiled slightly.
“There you are,” he commented, wiggling out of her loose embrace to turn around.
“Did you lose me?”
“I thought I might have,” Robert bent down and kissed her. “Enjoying the show?”
“Mmmmhmmm,” she nodded enthusiastically. “Spent it with Lori.”
Alarm filled him with that. Leaving Summer with Lori was dangerous. He knew that little girl too well to be comfortable with that arrangement. But before he could declare his dislike, Summer kissed him again, this time tempting him into a deeper kiss. As her tongue rolled around in his mouth, he completely forgot that he was backstage during a brief interlude while the drummer jammed on stage alone. Slowly she pulled away.
“You have to go back on stage,” she muttered softly.
“Huh?”
“Concert, Robert,” she pointed towards the stage.
“Oh, right,” he glanced at it, falling silent long enough to determine Bonzo’s progress inMoby Dick. “I’m going to play songs for you.”
“No, you play songs for you,” Summer countered, kissing him briefly again.
“Encore songs I’ll pick for you,” Robert declared.
“Whatever,” she grinned. “Get your ass back up there, Robert. Before Bonzo blows a vein or something.”
Stealing another kiss, he trotted back up onto the stage. Summer paid no attention to anyone else, as they did not her either, and made her way around the stage. Finding a place to the right of the stage, where she could see him perfectly and likely he could see her too, Summer settled in for the last three songs of the show. Seeing the band perform was truly electric, she felt as if her entire body and soul was alive and vibrating. Having only heard their music on LP before, it truly was a remarkable experience for Summer. Standing just off stage Summer finally truly got Led Zeppelin. And oh how difficult it was to not run out onto the stage and kiss all four men.
Glancing her way on the final notes of “Stairway to Heaven,” Robert nearly faltered on the lyrics. None of the other girls had been quite so bold to stand so close to the stage and he would never deny that it made his heart twitter. His eyes locked with hers for a brief moment before he turned his attention back to the crowd, crooning the last line of the song. As the last notes hung in the air, Robert thanked the crowd and lead the rest of the band off stage. Without even a thought, Robert’s arm circled her waist, turning her about and leading her further from the stage. A grin danced on his face before his lips touched hers.
“So what do we play for the encore tonight?” Jonesy spoke up, interrupting Robert’s affections.
His eyes went to the bassist, “Whole Lotta and Black Dog.”
“All right,” he nodded, looking to Jimmy for confirmation.
The guitarist shrugged, “Fine.”
Robert kissed Summer quickly and whispered, “For you.”
Stepping off the stage once the encore was over and done with, Robert felt more pumped than he had in a long time. He knew without a doubt it had everything to do with the little girl waiting for him backstage. Ignoring the rest of the band and everyone else backstage, he sought out Summer, pulling her to him in a passionate kiss. She giggled when he released her, her bare feet hitting the concrete once more. Without any instruction, the pair turned, joining the queue headed out of the arena to the line of waiting limos. While Robert wasn’t certain if he could keep his hands off of Summer on the drive to the airport, he was certainly going to try. After all the drive was maybe fifteen minutes. The issue would be the flight. They would have less than an hour in the sky. While that certainly was not enough time to enjoy her thoroughly, it certainly was enough time for a—
“Robert?” Summer’s sweet voice interrupted his thoughts.
His eyes went to hers, “Yes, baby?”
“Are you planning on getting in the plane or sitting here all night?”
His eyes left hers briefly before he chuckled, “That depends. Would you stay here all night with me?”
“You know full well I’ll go wherever you want me to.”
Robert grinned, “Then let’s board the plane. I didn’t properly show you all it has to offer on the flight here.”
Hand enfolding hers, he led her up the steps and into the plane. Quickly ascertaining where everyone else was located, Robert smirked to himself. All of his band mates were in plain sight, meaning his destination was unoccupied. Not strolling slowly towards the back of the plane, though Summer seemed to want to look around, Robert winked at Jimmy as they passed through the Grand Salon, John already seated at the organ, Bonzo already drinking. While he didn’t see their tour manager yet, causing some concern, Robert continued back to the bedroom of the plane. Passing the office, he paused, noticing both Cole and Peter Grant sitting in there.
“Good night, guys?” he asked, letting Summer look around briefly, still tethered to him by his hand holding hers.
“It was,” Peter looked up at the singer. “But I didn’t need to tell you that, did I?”
“Always nice to hear from the man in charge,” Robert replied.
“Who do you have there with you?” he asked, motioning to the girl who wasn’t paying any attention to the two men in the office.
“Guys, this is Summer,” Robert tugged her hand to get her to step fully into their view. “Summer, this is Peter Grant, the band’s manager. And you met Richard Cole earlier.”
She smiled sweetly, though her hand tightened on Robert’s. Something about the way Cole looked at her, made her more nervous than she had been ever in her life. Getting in a car and traveling down to LA to meet Robert was nothing compared to the ball of negative energy forming in her stomach as the man looked her over.
“Pleasure to meet you, Summer,” Peter spoke up. “I trust you will take great care of my singer.”
She nodded, “I’ll try.”
He smiled and winked, “That’s a good girl. And if he ever hurts you, you come talk to me, okay?”
She nodded again.
The pilot interrupted further conversing with the declaration that they were about to take off. Nodding to the two men, Robert continued down the gallery towards the bedroom. As the door was left open, he was certain no hangers-on had occupied the bed, something for which he was grateful. Whisking Summer in, he closed and locked the door, letting her explore the room while he sat down on the white fur-covered bed. He watched her intently as she moved about the small room, her fingers dragging over the paneling. Slowly she turned to him, her midnight eyes meeting his. His finger bent, beckoning her to join him on the bed.
With a giggle, she skipped over to the bed, stepping up onto it. Collapsing down onto her knees, Summer leaned down and kissed him just as the plane lurched into motion. His arms circled her back, pulling her safely onto him. His hands left her back, one traveling down to cup her ass, pressing her close to him, the other weaved in her hair, holding her mouth to his. His grip on her loosened, allowing Summer to push up.
Smiling, she sat fully up, wiggling back on his thighs. Pushing her hair from her face, Summer met his eyes, a mischievous glint reflected right back at her. Her hands dropped down to his waistband, her fingertips curling over to slid under. Separating her hands, she circled his waist, dipping back down to kiss his mouth.
“Does little Robert Anthony want to come out and play?” she asked innocently.
“Uh huh,” he groaned before she kissed him again.
Sitting back up, her hands returned to the center of his pants. With a giggle, she unbuckled his belt, letting the cool buckle press against the bare flesh of his abdomen. Slowly working the button through the hole, Summer glanced up at Robert’s eyes once more, seeing them cloud in desire. Gently unzipping his jeans, being ever so careful to not catch anything in the metal teeth, her fingers finally slipped into his pants. His entire body twitched the moment her fingers brushed his cock.
Wiggling on his legs, Summer got comfortable as her fingertips lightly caressed his erection. Swirling up to the tip, she leaned down, her tongue darting out to quickly scoop the precum up before her fingers continued with their slow torture. It wasn’t until her hands once more danced from tip to base that Robert demanded more. Though his words were unintelligible, Summer understood. Slowly she pressed his cock towards his stomach, her tongue flicking out to lick him from base to tip. Upon reaching there, her lips parted and she slowly took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his girth.
As she slowly sank down and pulled up a few times, Robert’s eyes rolled back into his head. Her fingers left his cock, inching up his body to grasp his hands. With their fingers intertwined Summer began to lower her mouth on him once more. His cock bumped the back of her throat and she moved back up. On the next sink, the plane hit a pocket of turbulence. Robert gasped as his cock popped into her throat, before she seemed prepared for it. Summer instantly coughed, gagging on the invasion she wasn’t prepared for.
While she did work his cock out of her throat, Summer did not let him slip out of her lips. Instead she focused on suckling and licking him, allowing her throat to warm up. The plane bumped and shook about, but she remained focused on her task. At one point, Robert feared a particularly large bump from the plane would cause her teeth to bare into his member. Her tongue seemed to curl protectively about him whenever the plane shook more.
And then it was all over. The turbulence was abated, the captain announcing his apologies to the passengers and proclaiming they would reach LA within the next twenty minutes. Summer had paused in her ministrations long enough to listen to his words, before focusing once more upon Robert’s cock with gusto. Seemingly deciding that it was safe now, she sank fully upon his cock, easily taking him deep into her throat once more. Her fingernails lightly clawed at his abdomen as her tongue and lips pleased his penis. Hands going to her head briefly before giving up that for clutching her fingers, Robert’s hips rose from the bed, pressing all of him into her.
Remaining fastened to him, Summer slowly began to ease his tip back in to her mouth. Waiting until he no longer sputtered, her hands pulled from his and cradled his cock as her tongue swirled one last time around him. Only then did her eyes travel up to his.
“Baby,” he breathed raggedly, pulling her up to kiss him.
He spoke nothing else, his fingers slipping down to reach for the button on her jeans. Summer’s hand shot down, pushing his hand away. Pulling out of the kiss, she smiled at him, tucked her hair behind her ears, and moved to tuck him back into his pants. Groaning and slightly stiffening once more, Robert pouted at her actions.
“We haven’t time, Robert,” she pointed out. “We’ll be landing soon.”
“Baby, I don’t know if I’ll ever land around you.”
While a big part of him was wanting to be back at the Riot House with the rest of the band and all that fun, Robert’s frown disappeared as the car drove away, leaving him and Summer alone at the beach house. He knew she had a stash of some very strong stuff to smoke and Jane had passed him some powder before he parted from the rest of the band after landing. And he knew his fridge would be full of all liquid nectars he could possibly need. This would be his West Coast home for now. And as long as he had Summer, fuck if he cared about anyone else. She was more than — where did she go?
“Summer? Baby?” he called as he entered the bungalow.
Her head peeked out of the bathroom, “Yeah?”
Smiling Robert headed towards her, “What are you doing?”
“Checking my shirt. Plus I figured you would want to shower?”
“Will you shower with me?”
Her eyes held his for a moment, before she slowly nodded, “Yes.”
Stopping outside the bathroom, Robert hurriedly pulled his shoes off, tossing them carelessly over his shoulder. Hearing them thump on the floor behind, he mused at how wise Summer was to not wear shoes. It certainly made a number of things easier, like undressing for sex or in this case a shower, which he was hoping would lead to sex. In his musings, Summer had stripped of her jeans and his shirt, turned on the shower, and stepped in. He couldn’t shake his clothes off quickly enough.
Her large eyes turned to him as he entered the bathroom. Turned three-quarters towards him, her eyes invited him in without a word. Smiling he stepped over the edge of the bathtub and pulled the shower curtain close behind him. His hands moved to cup her budding breasts but she playfully slapped them away. With a very serious look on her face, Summer handed him a bar of soap.
“Wha—”
“Once you’re clean, then we can talk about Little Robert Anthony.”
“But I don’t want to talk about him,” Robert whined.
Summer pressed up on her toes and kissed him, “Then we won’t. But we’re still in the shower for a reason.”
He groaned as she turned around, reaching for the shampoo. Giving into the fact she had him in the palm of her hand, Robert sighed and ran the bar of soap under the water before rubbing it between his hands to suds up. With a sadistic smile, he set the bar down and reached for Summer, intending to wash her first before himself. She turned just as his soapy hands reached up for her. With a smile, she kissed him once more and nudged him to turn around. At first he didn’t quite apprehend her purpose until water ran into his eyes and her hands reached up, pushing his quickly dampening hair from his eyes. Her mouth fastened to his as her fingers began to work his hair into a lather. Forgetting about his own soapy hands, Robert pulled her close, focusing on her kiss, trying to ignore the tingles running down his spine from her fingertips.
“Summer,” he groaned as she pulled out of the kiss.
Fingers on his chin, she tilted his head back to wash the shampoo out. With his Adam’s apple exposed, Summer’s lips fastened upon his throat, showering him with kisses briefly. Satisfied with the rinse, she stepped back, eyes watching as he slowly realized she wasn’t touching him any more. His head came down and his eyes fluttered open. A feral glint filled his eyes. Without a word or warning of any kind, his arms circled Summer, lifted her quickly from the the bathtub, and pressed her back against the wet tile. His mouth covered hers possessively as he quickly pushed into her hot, slick body.
His hands supported her ass as her legs wrapped tightly about his waist. Deciding her fingers digging into his shoulders and her legs could support her while he thrust into her, Robert’s hands moved to cup her breasts briefly. She gasped as his fingers pinched her nipples, pressing her head against the tiles. His mouth fastened to the exposed flesh of her throat briefly. All of his actions suddenly ceased, his head snapping back to look at her face.
“Oh, fuuuuuck, Roooooobertttt,” she moaned, her body clamping down hard around him.
“I thought the shower was all about getting clean,” he remarked before nibbling on her ear.
“Talk.... later...” she panted. “Finish... first....”
Laying in bed with the soft light of late morning filtering in from the open windows, Robert traced the shadows of leaves on Summer’s skin. He had only known her for two days and already he was falling for her. It went against the rules; one wasn’t supposed to fall for a groupie. Like their company, yes. Want to see them again and again, sure. Consider leaving one’s wife for them, no. Was he really thinking that? Had she entranced him so much he would give up his life back home, his stability? Maybe it was just the po— no, they hadn’t smoked since long before the concert the previous night. And all drinking had been kept to a minimum as Summer made faces whenever she tried a sip of whatever he was drinking. They hadn’t even done any lines yet and he wasn’t sure they were going to. All he needed was to look at her, touch her, kiss her, and the entire world made sense.
Her hand suddenly covered his, stopping his fingertips from wandering on her skin any more. His head pivoted on the pillow to look into her eyes. A soft smile graced her lips and her eyes closed again. Her hand remained covering his, seemingly trying to keep it from caressing her at all. He tried to pull away, but her fingers tightened over his, confirming his belief.
“Baby?” he breathed.
“Mmmmhmmmm?” she responded.
Robert wiggled closer to her, their naked legs intertwining once more, “You okay?”
“Tired. Sore,” she muttered.
“I — oh shit. Baby, I’m sorry. I should have — fuck. I’m sorry. I won’t touch you again,” he proclaimed, trying to pull away again.
Her hand tightened once more, though her eyes still didn’t open, “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I shouldn’t have... if I’m not near you... I... fuck,” he muttered.
Summer’s eyes opened then and she lifted his hand to her mouth, kissing his palm lightly, “I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to, Robert. You didn’t make me do anything. How could I say no to a touch that lights me on fire?”
“Regardless, I knew that you would be sore and still I—”
“It’s all right, Robert,” she kissed his hand again. “You would have stopped had I asked. I did not ask.”
“But—”
“Besides any woman who has that big thing in her for nearly twelve hours straight has the right to be sore,” Summer claimed. “Even a more experienced woman would be.”
“Now how would you know if it’s big if you were a virgin before me?”
“I sucked cock, remember?” she pointed out.
Robert chuckled, “Still. I should have been responsible and—”
“Fuck that, Robert. Really,” she released his hand and sat up. “And now that I’m awake, I’m hungry. What are we going to do about that?”
“Uh,” he sat up as well, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m not sure. Why don’t you take a shower and I’ll figure it out?”
“All right,” she got to her feet before turning to him and leaning over the bed to kiss him. “And stop feeling guilty. If this is how I’ll feel when I wake after a blissful night with you, I can totally deal with it.”
This was certainly one of those moments that she wished she spoke another language besides English. Not that she thought any other language could aptly describe how she was feeling right then, but English was certainly failing her. And Robert didn’t seem to notice at all; he was clearly more focused on the task at hand, not whether or not she was comfortable with it at all. The man was clearly going to drive her insane.
“Babe?” his eyes finally went to hers. “You okay?”
Glancing at the nearby shopkeeper before meeting his eyes again, she shook her head ever so slightly. Excusing them from the very attentive woman, Robert lead her aside. He kissed her softly, tilting her chin up to hold her gaze. For a long moment, he just looked into her dark sapphire eyes, trying to figure out what exactly she was thinking. Despite all of his experience with women, he still had no clue at all.
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t like this, Robert,” she blurted out, a bit louder than she intended, causing a flush to fill her cheeks.
“What don’t you like?” his brows knitted.
Summer sighed, glancing around the clothing store, “I don’t like the fact you’re buying me all of this. My clothes are just fi—”
“Baby, you have a single blouse and single pair of jeans. While I do not mind you wearing my shirts or nothing at all, I really don’t think a single outfit of your own is going to be good for you for the next few weeks,” he declared. “So we’ll get you a couple of dresses and a couple of blouses and a couple of—”
“Wait. A few weeks?”
“Of course,” Robert smiled and kissed her quickly. “Maybe longer.”
“What?” she blinked in disbelief.
“Did you really think I was going to let you go so quickly?”
“I... I... I never expected....” her eyes went to the floor.
Robert turned her face back up to his, lightly brushing her lips with his own, “May I purchase you clothing now?”
She bit her bottom lip, “I’m still not all that comfortable with it, but all right.”
“Do I at least earn points for not taking you to some Hollywood boutique?” he grinned.
Her eyes left his to glance around the shop she hadn’t really been paying much attention to. It was rather homey and filled with more natural clothing. She didn’t see a mod-inspired outfit or garment. He had chosen the store to fit her tastes and style. Nodding, Summer kissed him. A moment later she trailed behind him as he weaved through the clothing racks, agreeing to or brushing off the salesgirl’s recommendations. By the time the pair reached the fitting room, Summer wondered if Robert was going to slip in with her as well. The thought had crossed his mind, but reminding himself that she was likely still sore, he kissed her temple, released her hand, and stepped aside to wait out her changing. Even the changing room seemed more suitable to her, a batik-printed curtain hiding the young girl from view.
Though to be honest, a sturdy wooden door may have been better. That at least wouldn’t flutter as she quickly stripped her clothes, giving him brief views of her naked, nubile body before she pulled on the new garments. He groaned as she adjusted her small breasts before pulling the curtain aside to show him how she looked in the cute eyelet dress. It took all of his self-control and quite a few deep breaths to keep from stumbling forward, wrapping his arms around her, and pulling the curtain closed behind them. But he promised himself that he wouldn’t, that he would let her heal to his invasion, that he would temper his libido as long as she needed. Right then he could really use a stiff drink.
“Robert?” Summer muttered, expectation in her eyes.
His eyes snapped to hers, “You look beautiful.”
“You don’t think it’s too tight?” she asked, her hand smoothing down the seams that skimmed her curves.
“Not at all.”
Summer nodded, “All right. I’ll be right back out.”
Groaning, he turned his back to the dressing room. If he didn’t watch hopefully he could maintain control of the situation. Otherwise it was going to be a long, painful hour while she tried everything on. Although that pretty much solved the issue of what to do once they were finished shopping. He would take her to the Riot House to hang out with the rest of the band. That should help him keep his hands off of her. He hoped.
Wearing a flirty new dress and even sandals which felt very foreign, Summer entered the Riot House through a back door with Robert. Even though they had tried to slip in unnoticed, there were a few of the LA Queens roaming the lower levels and within seconds of their arrival, the news spread that Robert as in the building. Summer presumed it was also how the security detail who suddenly appeared found out as well, escorting the pair to the elevator. Straining to look out the doors as they closed, she flashed a triumphant smile at one of the groupies she had seen in the café a few days before.
“Someone you know?” Robert asked, eyes flicking to hers.
“Nope,” her smile remained. “But she was waiting down here in the lobby, plotting some way to meet you guys that first night.”
“So basically that was a laugh in the face of competition?” he teased.
“Just a bit,” Summer responded, her eyes glittering.
Robert leaned over and kissed her softly, “You’re adorable, you know that?”
“No,” she replied honestly.
Smirking, he kissed her again, “Well you are. Come on, my sweet. Let’s go see what the guys are up to.”
Hand folding over hers, Robert lead her down the hall as soon as the lift’s doors opened. Doors to rooms were propped open all along the floor. People in all stage of dress, intoxication, and sexual acts drifted about, bottles and glasses in hands. Most greeted Robert, some trying to get him to join in whatever it was they had going on. With half smiles, he turned down the offers, most not even sticking around long enough to see his response, and continued down the hall to Jimmy’s room.
Bonzo stopped them before they reached the guitarist’s room, stumbling out of his and running into Robert, “Heya, Percy! Have you — oh, hello, pretty lady.”
“Hey, Bonzo,” Summer smiled at him. “How are you?”
He stared at her for a long moment, confusion on his face, “Do I know y—”
“Bonzo, it’s Summer. You met her—”
“OH!” the drummer interjected. “I didn’t recognize you, baby. What’s with the shoes?”
“I tried asking Robert that too,” she replied, smiling at him.
“Well here,” he bent over towards her feet, “we take them off. Put them in my room so they don’t get lost.”
“Bonzo, that’s not necess—”
“Sure, it is, Perce!” he declared, working the first of Summer’s sandals off as she held onto Robert for balance. “We’ll just get these off and she’ll be so much more comfortable.”
Squealing as he lifted her other foot before she had completely transferred her weight, Summer glanced up at Robert. He smiled warily at her, not entirely sure that he was okay with what was going on. But he also knew that while Bonzo had already been drinking, he was still a live wire. When the drummer stood triumphantly up, sandals in hands, his eyes wavered slightly as he looked at the young girl. He turned to Robert, nodded and withdrew to his room. Pulling away from Robert, Summer followed him. All of his internal alarms went off when the cute blond pulled away from him; Robert knew what she was doing could not be a good idea at all and instantly followed in.
“Say, Bonzo,” Summer began, watching him tuck her shoes away instead of just dropping them somewhere.
“What, pretty girl?” he turned to face her, his eyes going to hers. “You have eyes the color of sapphires.”
She flushed, “Thank you.”
“No, thank you,” he responded, not really paying any attention to the nearby hovering Robert. “Why don’t you and I play a little—”
“I don’t think so,” Robert spoke up, drawing the drummer’s attention.
“I just wanted to know if you’d like to come with us,” Summer quickly spoke before the two men could do whatever. “We’re heading down to meet up with Jimmy. You should come with us.”
He stared at her for a moment before grinning, “Sure! Let’s go hang out with Jimmy!”
Summer held out her hand to Bonzo. Internally Robert’s heart jumped when he accepted. But it was innocent, he was certain of it. They were just holding hands, not fucking. They weren’t going to fuck. Robert would never leave Summer alone with the boys long enough for that. Her eyes met his as she lead the drummer from his room, leaving Robert to bring up the rear. He stepped out of the room, just in time to see her lean over to the drummer and whisper in his ear. Robert was ever so certain that he saw her lips touch his flesh. But before he could say a thing to either of them, the two took off skipping down the hallway. For a brief moment, Robert just stood there, watching aghast as his girlfriend skipped down the hall with his drummer.
Hiding his glare, Robert rushed down the hallway to catch up with the two, certainly not wanting them to have any time alone, even less so for Summer to be with Jimmy alone. As he stepped into Jimmy’s rooms, arms circled his neck and lips pressed to his. It took him a couple of seconds to realize it was Summer.
“What took you so long?” she asked, eyes batting demurely.
Looking down into her eyes, Robert couldn’t help but smile. He had no reason to be jealous. She completely adored him. He had—
“Here, Percy,” a bottle slapped into his hand. “Want something to drink, sweetheart?”
Summer turned away from Robert, smiling at Jimmy, “I’m good thanks.”
He arched an eyebrow but said nothing in reply, returning to sit on the couch next to Lori. Her dark eyes glanced at Summer but she said nothing, only draped herself over Jimmy. Summer found that ridiculous; she wanted Robert, not the guitarist. Lori had no need to be possessive or anything and Summer certainly wasn’t going to mimic the other girl’s actions. In fact she stepped away from the singer, letting him do whatever he wanted without her, and made her way over to where Bonzo was, seemingly trying to decide what to drink.
“I don’t think you should do that,” she commented softly as he reached for one of the bottles of booze on Jimmy’s marble counter.
His dark eyes went to hers, flashing a ferocity she had never seen before. Her hand covered his, lightly forcing him to lower the bottle back down. Her fingers curled around his palm, gently tugging his hand away from the bottle. His eyes still held a barely controlled anger, but it was still surprisingly held in check. Others had taken notice of the exchange and were slowly alerting everyone else in the room. Robert stepped forward to interrupt, certain the Bonzo would morph into The Beast at any moment. Everyone else knew better than to tell Bonzo no, especially if they still had hours before the show, time for him to sober up.
But slowly Bonzo nodded and turned away. His hand pivoted, holding onto hers. Silently he lead her over to the other couch and sat down, pulling her to sit next to him. He turned her hand over in his and he splayed out her fingers, running his large index finger over the lines of her palm. She giggled and tried to pull her hand away, glancing at Robert as he approached and sat on the other side of her.
“John, stop. That tickles,” Summer claimed.
Once more the room went silent, focusing on the young blond girl and the drummer. No one ever called him John any more than they called Robert anything but Percy. He was Bonzo to everyone on tour; it saved on confusion. Yet despite everyone’s expectations, Bonzo smiled at her, lifted her hand to his mouth, kissed her palm, and released it.
“You’re a lucky guy, Percy,” he glanced around her at the singer who was struggling to keep his jealousy in check.
Before the conversation could continue, Jane entered the suite. Instantly the mood of the room changed, everyone knowing full well what her arrival meant. Everyone except for Summer. But she played it cool, settling back on the couch, Robert’s arm looping possessively around her shoulders. Bonzo remained seated next to her as well, though he had fallen into conversation with a girl seated the arm of the couch. Robert offered her his bottle of beer, a bit surprised when she accepted it, took a small drink, and handed it back. For the first time in the few days he had known her, Summer had drankand not made a face about it. A bit taken back by it, he barely noticed that Jane had made her way over to their couch.
“Hey, honey,” the sultry British girl greeted the four occupying the couch.
Bonzo and the girl he was apparently with for the moment, instantly perked up, preparing themselves for Jane’s treatment. Summer remained silent, though she sent Robert a few questioning glances, watching the proceedings. Finding it difficult to not widen her eyes as the woman dipped her right finger into the bag strapped across her body, Summer watched as Jane prepared lines of white powder for the band and their guests. With interest she watched Bonzo inhale the powder with a rolled up bill before turning his eyes back to the woman. She then offered him a pinch of a brown powder, which she placed on the back of her hand. After Bonzo had inhaled that as well, Jane reached back into her bag, pulled out a bottle of Dom Perignon, wet a linen with it, and dabbed his nose. Bonzo’s sorta companion waved off the extras, just snorted a line and settled into Bonzo’s lap.
“Sweetheart?” she looked to Summer.
Her eyes left Bonzo, flicked to the woman, before settling on Robert. His eyes held hers but he made no other facial expressions of persuading her either way. It was clearly up to her. Her eyes went back to the woman, a bit of white powder on her finger. Slowly Summer shook her head and pulled her feet up on the couch, her arms wrapping around her legs. The coke lady looked to Robert.
“No thanks, darling,” he smiled and took a drag from his beer bottle. “Maybe later.”
Jane nodded and trailed off to service the others in the suite. Closing her eyes, feeling that she was being judged or something, Summer tried to shut out all the sounds and people in the room. Robert wasn’t pushing her at all, in fact he seemed to read that she was trying to process something and was talking with Bonzo over her back. Eventually the noise in the suite changed, people went back to whatever they had been doing before, only a bit more loudly. She felt like she had pretty much been forgotten. Except... except someone was still looking at her, still watching her. She could feel their eyes on her, studying her. Suddenly it dawned on her that she was wearing a dress and no panties and was probably giving whomever wanted a free look. Her eyes opened and her feet slammed down to the carpet. Both Bonzo and Robert looked at her with a touch of confusion in her eyes, but neither had been the ones staring at her before. With her eyes now open, she knew exactly who had been watching her and there was something unnerving about the way Jimmy was looking at her. It made her wiggle closer to Robert, hoping subconsciously that he would act as protection. He read her body language enough to tilt her face up to his and kiss her lovingly. It relaxed her almost instantly.
“Do you want to leave, baby?” he asked softly.
“No no. You’re enjoying yourself with your friends. There’s no need for us to—”
“But you don’t like it here.”
“I’m fine,” she argued. “Just fine.”
Robert kissed her again, “You sure?”
Summer nodded. With another brief kiss before his attention was snapped back to Bonzo who started on another tale that Robert was certain was only half-true, he slipped the beer back into Summer’s hands. She sipped on it cautiously, not really caring for the taste any more then than she had before at their bungalow. But she presumed Jimmy didn’t have anything there she would really like as it were. Seemingly letting him flit across her thoughts conjured the man, for a moment later he was standing in front of the quartet.
Her eyes rose to the guitarist, shaking a bit, “Hey.”
He smiled down at her, “I noticed you didn’t partake of our hospitality.”
“It’s no big deal, Pagey,” Robert spoke up.
“No, of course it’s not,” he agreed, glancing at his friend briefly before focusing back on Summer. “And you’ve been sipping Percy’s beer with a near scowl on your pretty face. Are you certain I cannot tempt you with something else?”
“No thank you. I will—”
“Come, sweetheart,” he held his hand down to her, “you can come with so that you feel confident I have not slipped anything into your drink.”
Her eyes flicked to Robert who merely shrugged in response. Deciding it would be unwise to alienate herself from anyone in the band, Summer slipped her hand into Jimmy’s. With a sweet smile he lead her over to his fridge and released her hand. She stood demurely near him as he shoved aside beer, digging for something. He straightened up a moment later, a small carton of orange juice clutched in one hand. Summer watched his every movement, from breaking the seal to pouring the juice into a glass. With a smile he turned and handed it to her.
“Thank you,” she muttered, wanting to retreat instantly back to the couch with Robert and Bonzo.
“You’re very welcome, sweetheart,” he responded.
Her eyes flicked around the room as she sipped the juice once. Her gaze landed on a guitar tucked in the corner away from the party. Without thought she knew exactly what it was.
“Is that a Gibson J-200?” she asked softly.
Surprise flitted through his dark eyes before he responded in agreement.
“Can I... can I touch it?”
Heading to grab another beer, Robert froze a few steps away, hearing those words from his girlfriend’s mouth. Apparently he had completely overestimated her. She did want to get in with all of the band. As she had already charmed Bonzo, why not Jimmy next? Who cares that he was right there and—
“Do you play? I don’t really... I don’t really let anyone touch my guitars if they don’t know what they’re doing,” Jimmy responded.
She nodded, “I do. A Martin 000-1. My dad gave it to me when I was—”
“I didn’t know you play guitar,” Robert interrupted, jealousy still shining in his eyes.
Summer looked to the singer, “You never asked, silly.”
He held her eyes, “Do you sing?”
“A little.”
“Do you play the drums?”
“No. Nothing more than bongos.”
“Bass?”
“Robert, you’re just being silly now,” Summer countered, setting the glass of juice down on the nearby counter
“Well?”
“Percy, leave the girl alone,” Jimmy interrupted. “You’ll have plenty of time to learn all about whatever she plays, I’m sure of it.”
Robert’s eyes flashed to Jimmy, “Me leave her alone? You’re the one who’s—”
“Can I play for you?” Summer interjected, stepping between the men, her hand on Robert’s chest, her eyes on Jimmy’s.
The guitarist looked at her for a long moment before smiling, “Sure, sweetheart. You can even play my Gibson if you want.”
Grinning she turned back to Robert, pressed up on her toes and kissed him, before breathing, “I’m going to sing for you.”
Skipping over to the guitar, though making certain to slow when she neared it as she didn’t want to trip and crash into Jimmy’s precious guitar, Summer reached out and touched the neck of the guitar. Her fingers hesitated to curl around the fingerboard and lift it from its safe stand. Turning once more to look back at the boys, a bit relieved that Robert had stepped away from Jimmy, her eyes went to the guitarist for one last confirmation that it was all right she touched it. He nodded with a smile.
Lifting the acoustic guitar up, Summer slipped the strap over her head. Wanting to strum it and check its tuning, but also not wanting to be sequestered to the corner as the guitar had been, she headed back over to where the men stood. Pushing on her toes once more, she kissed Robert and retreated to the couch, sitting beside Bonzo once again. The room had fallen silent once more, the moment the girl skipped towards Jimmy’s guitar. Seemingly the blond newcomer was getting away with everything with the band and that set quite a few of the groupies on edge. Her thumb strummed the strings and she made very slight adjustments to the tuning.
Finally satisfied with the tuning, she pivoted on the couch some, motioning Robert to come back around where she could see him. Complying he headed back around the couch, taking a seat on the coffee table Bonzo had snorted from before. Jimmy too returned to his seat on the other couch, instantly covered by Lori draping herself on him.
Her fingers began to caress the strings. Most everyone in the room instantly recognized the tune. Summer’s eyes focused on Robert’s, nearly making her forget when her singing was supposed to come in.
“Wise men say only fools rush in
But I cant help falling in love with you
Shall I stay
Would it be a sin
If I cant help falling in love with you...”
Her voice was soft and sweet as it hit the notes made so famous by Elvis. There was certainly an innocence in her singing, but she did not sing without purpose, without knowledge. Oh and the emotion that imbued every note was unmistakable to anyone in the room listening. Robert felt all of his jealous thoughts disappear, replaced by an overwhelming sense of affection. The room was suddenly empty, though no one had left. It was just the two of them. The urge to join her in song nearly overwhelmed him, but somehow he was able to resist, to allow her to finish her song.
“...Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I can’t help falling in love with you
For I can’t help falling in love with you.”
After the last note hung in the air for a moment, Bonzo broke into loud applause, inciting everyone else to join in. Except Robert. Rather than clap for her, he moved off the table and back onto the couch. Summer pulled off the guitar, moving it aside, seemingly reading his intentions in his eyes. Without pause he leaned over and kissed her ever so sweetly. While he wanted to deepen the kiss and show her how much her singing had moved him, he pulled back, ever aware she still held Jimmy’s guitar and he would not risk the wrath of the guitarist by casually discarding it.
“Sing me another, sweet siren,” he requested softly.
Rating: NC-17 [language, alcohol and drug use, sex]
Summary: Robert and Summer bond a little bit too much, requiring some downtime for her to recover and to hang out with the rest of the band.
Slipping off the stage during Bonzo’s solo of Moby Dick, Robert looked around for his paramour. Not finding her immediately cast concern in his heart. He shouldn’t have let Cole take her away. He should have— Arms suddenly circled his waist, cutting off his thoughts. Looking down at the hands, Robert smiled slightly.
“There you are,” he commented, wiggling out of her loose embrace to turn around.
“Did you lose me?”
“I thought I might have,” Robert bent down and kissed her. “Enjoying the show?”
“Mmmmhmmm,” she nodded enthusiastically. “Spent it with Lori.”
Alarm filled him with that. Leaving Summer with Lori was dangerous. He knew that little girl too well to be comfortable with that arrangement. But before he could declare his dislike, Summer kissed him again, this time tempting him into a deeper kiss. As her tongue rolled around in his mouth, he completely forgot that he was backstage during a brief interlude while the drummer jammed on stage alone. Slowly she pulled away.
“You have to go back on stage,” she muttered softly.
“Huh?”
“Concert, Robert,” she pointed towards the stage.
“Oh, right,” he glanced at it, falling silent long enough to determine Bonzo’s progress inMoby Dick. “I’m going to play songs for you.”
“No, you play songs for you,” Summer countered, kissing him briefly again.
“Encore songs I’ll pick for you,” Robert declared.
“Whatever,” she grinned. “Get your ass back up there, Robert. Before Bonzo blows a vein or something.”
Stealing another kiss, he trotted back up onto the stage. Summer paid no attention to anyone else, as they did not her either, and made her way around the stage. Finding a place to the right of the stage, where she could see him perfectly and likely he could see her too, Summer settled in for the last three songs of the show. Seeing the band perform was truly electric, she felt as if her entire body and soul was alive and vibrating. Having only heard their music on LP before, it truly was a remarkable experience for Summer. Standing just off stage Summer finally truly got Led Zeppelin. And oh how difficult it was to not run out onto the stage and kiss all four men.
Glancing her way on the final notes of “Stairway to Heaven,” Robert nearly faltered on the lyrics. None of the other girls had been quite so bold to stand so close to the stage and he would never deny that it made his heart twitter. His eyes locked with hers for a brief moment before he turned his attention back to the crowd, crooning the last line of the song. As the last notes hung in the air, Robert thanked the crowd and lead the rest of the band off stage. Without even a thought, Robert’s arm circled her waist, turning her about and leading her further from the stage. A grin danced on his face before his lips touched hers.
“So what do we play for the encore tonight?” Jonesy spoke up, interrupting Robert’s affections.
His eyes went to the bassist, “Whole Lotta and Black Dog.”
“All right,” he nodded, looking to Jimmy for confirmation.
The guitarist shrugged, “Fine.”
Robert kissed Summer quickly and whispered, “For you.”
Stepping off the stage once the encore was over and done with, Robert felt more pumped than he had in a long time. He knew without a doubt it had everything to do with the little girl waiting for him backstage. Ignoring the rest of the band and everyone else backstage, he sought out Summer, pulling her to him in a passionate kiss. She giggled when he released her, her bare feet hitting the concrete once more. Without any instruction, the pair turned, joining the queue headed out of the arena to the line of waiting limos. While Robert wasn’t certain if he could keep his hands off of Summer on the drive to the airport, he was certainly going to try. After all the drive was maybe fifteen minutes. The issue would be the flight. They would have less than an hour in the sky. While that certainly was not enough time to enjoy her thoroughly, it certainly was enough time for a—
“Robert?” Summer’s sweet voice interrupted his thoughts.
His eyes went to hers, “Yes, baby?”
“Are you planning on getting in the plane or sitting here all night?”
His eyes left hers briefly before he chuckled, “That depends. Would you stay here all night with me?”
“You know full well I’ll go wherever you want me to.”
Robert grinned, “Then let’s board the plane. I didn’t properly show you all it has to offer on the flight here.”
Hand enfolding hers, he led her up the steps and into the plane. Quickly ascertaining where everyone else was located, Robert smirked to himself. All of his band mates were in plain sight, meaning his destination was unoccupied. Not strolling slowly towards the back of the plane, though Summer seemed to want to look around, Robert winked at Jimmy as they passed through the Grand Salon, John already seated at the organ, Bonzo already drinking. While he didn’t see their tour manager yet, causing some concern, Robert continued back to the bedroom of the plane. Passing the office, he paused, noticing both Cole and Peter Grant sitting in there.
“Good night, guys?” he asked, letting Summer look around briefly, still tethered to him by his hand holding hers.
“It was,” Peter looked up at the singer. “But I didn’t need to tell you that, did I?”
“Always nice to hear from the man in charge,” Robert replied.
“Who do you have there with you?” he asked, motioning to the girl who wasn’t paying any attention to the two men in the office.
“Guys, this is Summer,” Robert tugged her hand to get her to step fully into their view. “Summer, this is Peter Grant, the band’s manager. And you met Richard Cole earlier.”
She smiled sweetly, though her hand tightened on Robert’s. Something about the way Cole looked at her, made her more nervous than she had been ever in her life. Getting in a car and traveling down to LA to meet Robert was nothing compared to the ball of negative energy forming in her stomach as the man looked her over.
“Pleasure to meet you, Summer,” Peter spoke up. “I trust you will take great care of my singer.”
She nodded, “I’ll try.”
He smiled and winked, “That’s a good girl. And if he ever hurts you, you come talk to me, okay?”
She nodded again.
The pilot interrupted further conversing with the declaration that they were about to take off. Nodding to the two men, Robert continued down the gallery towards the bedroom. As the door was left open, he was certain no hangers-on had occupied the bed, something for which he was grateful. Whisking Summer in, he closed and locked the door, letting her explore the room while he sat down on the white fur-covered bed. He watched her intently as she moved about the small room, her fingers dragging over the paneling. Slowly she turned to him, her midnight eyes meeting his. His finger bent, beckoning her to join him on the bed.
With a giggle, she skipped over to the bed, stepping up onto it. Collapsing down onto her knees, Summer leaned down and kissed him just as the plane lurched into motion. His arms circled her back, pulling her safely onto him. His hands left her back, one traveling down to cup her ass, pressing her close to him, the other weaved in her hair, holding her mouth to his. His grip on her loosened, allowing Summer to push up.
Smiling, she sat fully up, wiggling back on his thighs. Pushing her hair from her face, Summer met his eyes, a mischievous glint reflected right back at her. Her hands dropped down to his waistband, her fingertips curling over to slid under. Separating her hands, she circled his waist, dipping back down to kiss his mouth.
“Does little Robert Anthony want to come out and play?” she asked innocently.
“Uh huh,” he groaned before she kissed him again.
Sitting back up, her hands returned to the center of his pants. With a giggle, she unbuckled his belt, letting the cool buckle press against the bare flesh of his abdomen. Slowly working the button through the hole, Summer glanced up at Robert’s eyes once more, seeing them cloud in desire. Gently unzipping his jeans, being ever so careful to not catch anything in the metal teeth, her fingers finally slipped into his pants. His entire body twitched the moment her fingers brushed his cock.
Wiggling on his legs, Summer got comfortable as her fingertips lightly caressed his erection. Swirling up to the tip, she leaned down, her tongue darting out to quickly scoop the precum up before her fingers continued with their slow torture. It wasn’t until her hands once more danced from tip to base that Robert demanded more. Though his words were unintelligible, Summer understood. Slowly she pressed his cock towards his stomach, her tongue flicking out to lick him from base to tip. Upon reaching there, her lips parted and she slowly took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his girth.
As she slowly sank down and pulled up a few times, Robert’s eyes rolled back into his head. Her fingers left his cock, inching up his body to grasp his hands. With their fingers intertwined Summer began to lower her mouth on him once more. His cock bumped the back of her throat and she moved back up. On the next sink, the plane hit a pocket of turbulence. Robert gasped as his cock popped into her throat, before she seemed prepared for it. Summer instantly coughed, gagging on the invasion she wasn’t prepared for.
While she did work his cock out of her throat, Summer did not let him slip out of her lips. Instead she focused on suckling and licking him, allowing her throat to warm up. The plane bumped and shook about, but she remained focused on her task. At one point, Robert feared a particularly large bump from the plane would cause her teeth to bare into his member. Her tongue seemed to curl protectively about him whenever the plane shook more.
And then it was all over. The turbulence was abated, the captain announcing his apologies to the passengers and proclaiming they would reach LA within the next twenty minutes. Summer had paused in her ministrations long enough to listen to his words, before focusing once more upon Robert’s cock with gusto. Seemingly deciding that it was safe now, she sank fully upon his cock, easily taking him deep into her throat once more. Her fingernails lightly clawed at his abdomen as her tongue and lips pleased his penis. Hands going to her head briefly before giving up that for clutching her fingers, Robert’s hips rose from the bed, pressing all of him into her.
Remaining fastened to him, Summer slowly began to ease his tip back in to her mouth. Waiting until he no longer sputtered, her hands pulled from his and cradled his cock as her tongue swirled one last time around him. Only then did her eyes travel up to his.
“Baby,” he breathed raggedly, pulling her up to kiss him.
He spoke nothing else, his fingers slipping down to reach for the button on her jeans. Summer’s hand shot down, pushing his hand away. Pulling out of the kiss, she smiled at him, tucked her hair behind her ears, and moved to tuck him back into his pants. Groaning and slightly stiffening once more, Robert pouted at her actions.
“We haven’t time, Robert,” she pointed out. “We’ll be landing soon.”
“Baby, I don’t know if I’ll ever land around you.”
While a big part of him was wanting to be back at the Riot House with the rest of the band and all that fun, Robert’s frown disappeared as the car drove away, leaving him and Summer alone at the beach house. He knew she had a stash of some very strong stuff to smoke and Jane had passed him some powder before he parted from the rest of the band after landing. And he knew his fridge would be full of all liquid nectars he could possibly need. This would be his West Coast home for now. And as long as he had Summer, fuck if he cared about anyone else. She was more than — where did she go?
“Summer? Baby?” he called as he entered the bungalow.
Her head peeked out of the bathroom, “Yeah?”
Smiling Robert headed towards her, “What are you doing?”
“Checking my shirt. Plus I figured you would want to shower?”
“Will you shower with me?”
Her eyes held his for a moment, before she slowly nodded, “Yes.”
Stopping outside the bathroom, Robert hurriedly pulled his shoes off, tossing them carelessly over his shoulder. Hearing them thump on the floor behind, he mused at how wise Summer was to not wear shoes. It certainly made a number of things easier, like undressing for sex or in this case a shower, which he was hoping would lead to sex. In his musings, Summer had stripped of her jeans and his shirt, turned on the shower, and stepped in. He couldn’t shake his clothes off quickly enough.
Her large eyes turned to him as he entered the bathroom. Turned three-quarters towards him, her eyes invited him in without a word. Smiling he stepped over the edge of the bathtub and pulled the shower curtain close behind him. His hands moved to cup her budding breasts but she playfully slapped them away. With a very serious look on her face, Summer handed him a bar of soap.
“Wha—”
“Once you’re clean, then we can talk about Little Robert Anthony.”
“But I don’t want to talk about him,” Robert whined.
Summer pressed up on her toes and kissed him, “Then we won’t. But we’re still in the shower for a reason.”
He groaned as she turned around, reaching for the shampoo. Giving into the fact she had him in the palm of her hand, Robert sighed and ran the bar of soap under the water before rubbing it between his hands to suds up. With a sadistic smile, he set the bar down and reached for Summer, intending to wash her first before himself. She turned just as his soapy hands reached up for her. With a smile, she kissed him once more and nudged him to turn around. At first he didn’t quite apprehend her purpose until water ran into his eyes and her hands reached up, pushing his quickly dampening hair from his eyes. Her mouth fastened to his as her fingers began to work his hair into a lather. Forgetting about his own soapy hands, Robert pulled her close, focusing on her kiss, trying to ignore the tingles running down his spine from her fingertips.
“Summer,” he groaned as she pulled out of the kiss.
Fingers on his chin, she tilted his head back to wash the shampoo out. With his Adam’s apple exposed, Summer’s lips fastened upon his throat, showering him with kisses briefly. Satisfied with the rinse, she stepped back, eyes watching as he slowly realized she wasn’t touching him any more. His head came down and his eyes fluttered open. A feral glint filled his eyes. Without a word or warning of any kind, his arms circled Summer, lifted her quickly from the the bathtub, and pressed her back against the wet tile. His mouth covered hers possessively as he quickly pushed into her hot, slick body.
His hands supported her ass as her legs wrapped tightly about his waist. Deciding her fingers digging into his shoulders and her legs could support her while he thrust into her, Robert’s hands moved to cup her breasts briefly. She gasped as his fingers pinched her nipples, pressing her head against the tiles. His mouth fastened to the exposed flesh of her throat briefly. All of his actions suddenly ceased, his head snapping back to look at her face.
“Oh, fuuuuuck, Roooooobertttt,” she moaned, her body clamping down hard around him.
“I thought the shower was all about getting clean,” he remarked before nibbling on her ear.
“Talk.... later...” she panted. “Finish... first....”
Laying in bed with the soft light of late morning filtering in from the open windows, Robert traced the shadows of leaves on Summer’s skin. He had only known her for two days and already he was falling for her. It went against the rules; one wasn’t supposed to fall for a groupie. Like their company, yes. Want to see them again and again, sure. Consider leaving one’s wife for them, no. Was he really thinking that? Had she entranced him so much he would give up his life back home, his stability? Maybe it was just the po— no, they hadn’t smoked since long before the concert the previous night. And all drinking had been kept to a minimum as Summer made faces whenever she tried a sip of whatever he was drinking. They hadn’t even done any lines yet and he wasn’t sure they were going to. All he needed was to look at her, touch her, kiss her, and the entire world made sense.
Her hand suddenly covered his, stopping his fingertips from wandering on her skin any more. His head pivoted on the pillow to look into her eyes. A soft smile graced her lips and her eyes closed again. Her hand remained covering his, seemingly trying to keep it from caressing her at all. He tried to pull away, but her fingers tightened over his, confirming his belief.
“Baby?” he breathed.
“Mmmmhmmmm?” she responded.
Robert wiggled closer to her, their naked legs intertwining once more, “You okay?”
“Tired. Sore,” she muttered.
“I — oh shit. Baby, I’m sorry. I should have — fuck. I’m sorry. I won’t touch you again,” he proclaimed, trying to pull away again.
Her hand tightened once more, though her eyes still didn’t open, “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I shouldn’t have... if I’m not near you... I... fuck,” he muttered.
Summer’s eyes opened then and she lifted his hand to her mouth, kissing his palm lightly, “I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to, Robert. You didn’t make me do anything. How could I say no to a touch that lights me on fire?”
“Regardless, I knew that you would be sore and still I—”
“It’s all right, Robert,” she kissed his hand again. “You would have stopped had I asked. I did not ask.”
“But—”
“Besides any woman who has that big thing in her for nearly twelve hours straight has the right to be sore,” Summer claimed. “Even a more experienced woman would be.”
“Now how would you know if it’s big if you were a virgin before me?”
“I sucked cock, remember?” she pointed out.
Robert chuckled, “Still. I should have been responsible and—”
“Fuck that, Robert. Really,” she released his hand and sat up. “And now that I’m awake, I’m hungry. What are we going to do about that?”
“Uh,” he sat up as well, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m not sure. Why don’t you take a shower and I’ll figure it out?”
“All right,” she got to her feet before turning to him and leaning over the bed to kiss him. “And stop feeling guilty. If this is how I’ll feel when I wake after a blissful night with you, I can totally deal with it.”
This was certainly one of those moments that she wished she spoke another language besides English. Not that she thought any other language could aptly describe how she was feeling right then, but English was certainly failing her. And Robert didn’t seem to notice at all; he was clearly more focused on the task at hand, not whether or not she was comfortable with it at all. The man was clearly going to drive her insane.
“Babe?” his eyes finally went to hers. “You okay?”
Glancing at the nearby shopkeeper before meeting his eyes again, she shook her head ever so slightly. Excusing them from the very attentive woman, Robert lead her aside. He kissed her softly, tilting her chin up to hold her gaze. For a long moment, he just looked into her dark sapphire eyes, trying to figure out what exactly she was thinking. Despite all of his experience with women, he still had no clue at all.
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t like this, Robert,” she blurted out, a bit louder than she intended, causing a flush to fill her cheeks.
“What don’t you like?” his brows knitted.
Summer sighed, glancing around the clothing store, “I don’t like the fact you’re buying me all of this. My clothes are just fi—”
“Baby, you have a single blouse and single pair of jeans. While I do not mind you wearing my shirts or nothing at all, I really don’t think a single outfit of your own is going to be good for you for the next few weeks,” he declared. “So we’ll get you a couple of dresses and a couple of blouses and a couple of—”
“Wait. A few weeks?”
“Of course,” Robert smiled and kissed her quickly. “Maybe longer.”
“What?” she blinked in disbelief.
“Did you really think I was going to let you go so quickly?”
“I... I... I never expected....” her eyes went to the floor.
Robert turned her face back up to his, lightly brushing her lips with his own, “May I purchase you clothing now?”
She bit her bottom lip, “I’m still not all that comfortable with it, but all right.”
“Do I at least earn points for not taking you to some Hollywood boutique?” he grinned.
Her eyes left his to glance around the shop she hadn’t really been paying much attention to. It was rather homey and filled with more natural clothing. She didn’t see a mod-inspired outfit or garment. He had chosen the store to fit her tastes and style. Nodding, Summer kissed him. A moment later she trailed behind him as he weaved through the clothing racks, agreeing to or brushing off the salesgirl’s recommendations. By the time the pair reached the fitting room, Summer wondered if Robert was going to slip in with her as well. The thought had crossed his mind, but reminding himself that she was likely still sore, he kissed her temple, released her hand, and stepped aside to wait out her changing. Even the changing room seemed more suitable to her, a batik-printed curtain hiding the young girl from view.
Though to be honest, a sturdy wooden door may have been better. That at least wouldn’t flutter as she quickly stripped her clothes, giving him brief views of her naked, nubile body before she pulled on the new garments. He groaned as she adjusted her small breasts before pulling the curtain aside to show him how she looked in the cute eyelet dress. It took all of his self-control and quite a few deep breaths to keep from stumbling forward, wrapping his arms around her, and pulling the curtain closed behind them. But he promised himself that he wouldn’t, that he would let her heal to his invasion, that he would temper his libido as long as she needed. Right then he could really use a stiff drink.
“Robert?” Summer muttered, expectation in her eyes.
His eyes snapped to hers, “You look beautiful.”
“You don’t think it’s too tight?” she asked, her hand smoothing down the seams that skimmed her curves.
“Not at all.”
Summer nodded, “All right. I’ll be right back out.”
Groaning, he turned his back to the dressing room. If he didn’t watch hopefully he could maintain control of the situation. Otherwise it was going to be a long, painful hour while she tried everything on. Although that pretty much solved the issue of what to do once they were finished shopping. He would take her to the Riot House to hang out with the rest of the band. That should help him keep his hands off of her. He hoped.
Wearing a flirty new dress and even sandals which felt very foreign, Summer entered the Riot House through a back door with Robert. Even though they had tried to slip in unnoticed, there were a few of the LA Queens roaming the lower levels and within seconds of their arrival, the news spread that Robert as in the building. Summer presumed it was also how the security detail who suddenly appeared found out as well, escorting the pair to the elevator. Straining to look out the doors as they closed, she flashed a triumphant smile at one of the groupies she had seen in the café a few days before.
“Someone you know?” Robert asked, eyes flicking to hers.
“Nope,” her smile remained. “But she was waiting down here in the lobby, plotting some way to meet you guys that first night.”
“So basically that was a laugh in the face of competition?” he teased.
“Just a bit,” Summer responded, her eyes glittering.
Robert leaned over and kissed her softly, “You’re adorable, you know that?”
“No,” she replied honestly.
Smirking, he kissed her again, “Well you are. Come on, my sweet. Let’s go see what the guys are up to.”
Hand folding over hers, Robert lead her down the hall as soon as the lift’s doors opened. Doors to rooms were propped open all along the floor. People in all stage of dress, intoxication, and sexual acts drifted about, bottles and glasses in hands. Most greeted Robert, some trying to get him to join in whatever it was they had going on. With half smiles, he turned down the offers, most not even sticking around long enough to see his response, and continued down the hall to Jimmy’s room.
Bonzo stopped them before they reached the guitarist’s room, stumbling out of his and running into Robert, “Heya, Percy! Have you — oh, hello, pretty lady.”
“Hey, Bonzo,” Summer smiled at him. “How are you?”
He stared at her for a long moment, confusion on his face, “Do I know y—”
“Bonzo, it’s Summer. You met her—”
“OH!” the drummer interjected. “I didn’t recognize you, baby. What’s with the shoes?”
“I tried asking Robert that too,” she replied, smiling at him.
“Well here,” he bent over towards her feet, “we take them off. Put them in my room so they don’t get lost.”
“Bonzo, that’s not necess—”
“Sure, it is, Perce!” he declared, working the first of Summer’s sandals off as she held onto Robert for balance. “We’ll just get these off and she’ll be so much more comfortable.”
Squealing as he lifted her other foot before she had completely transferred her weight, Summer glanced up at Robert. He smiled warily at her, not entirely sure that he was okay with what was going on. But he also knew that while Bonzo had already been drinking, he was still a live wire. When the drummer stood triumphantly up, sandals in hands, his eyes wavered slightly as he looked at the young girl. He turned to Robert, nodded and withdrew to his room. Pulling away from Robert, Summer followed him. All of his internal alarms went off when the cute blond pulled away from him; Robert knew what she was doing could not be a good idea at all and instantly followed in.
“Say, Bonzo,” Summer began, watching him tuck her shoes away instead of just dropping them somewhere.
“What, pretty girl?” he turned to face her, his eyes going to hers. “You have eyes the color of sapphires.”
She flushed, “Thank you.”
“No, thank you,” he responded, not really paying any attention to the nearby hovering Robert. “Why don’t you and I play a little—”
“I don’t think so,” Robert spoke up, drawing the drummer’s attention.
“I just wanted to know if you’d like to come with us,” Summer quickly spoke before the two men could do whatever. “We’re heading down to meet up with Jimmy. You should come with us.”
He stared at her for a moment before grinning, “Sure! Let’s go hang out with Jimmy!”
Summer held out her hand to Bonzo. Internally Robert’s heart jumped when he accepted. But it was innocent, he was certain of it. They were just holding hands, not fucking. They weren’t going to fuck. Robert would never leave Summer alone with the boys long enough for that. Her eyes met his as she lead the drummer from his room, leaving Robert to bring up the rear. He stepped out of the room, just in time to see her lean over to the drummer and whisper in his ear. Robert was ever so certain that he saw her lips touch his flesh. But before he could say a thing to either of them, the two took off skipping down the hallway. For a brief moment, Robert just stood there, watching aghast as his girlfriend skipped down the hall with his drummer.
Hiding his glare, Robert rushed down the hallway to catch up with the two, certainly not wanting them to have any time alone, even less so for Summer to be with Jimmy alone. As he stepped into Jimmy’s rooms, arms circled his neck and lips pressed to his. It took him a couple of seconds to realize it was Summer.
“What took you so long?” she asked, eyes batting demurely.
Looking down into her eyes, Robert couldn’t help but smile. He had no reason to be jealous. She completely adored him. He had—
“Here, Percy,” a bottle slapped into his hand. “Want something to drink, sweetheart?”
Summer turned away from Robert, smiling at Jimmy, “I’m good thanks.”
He arched an eyebrow but said nothing in reply, returning to sit on the couch next to Lori. Her dark eyes glanced at Summer but she said nothing, only draped herself over Jimmy. Summer found that ridiculous; she wanted Robert, not the guitarist. Lori had no need to be possessive or anything and Summer certainly wasn’t going to mimic the other girl’s actions. In fact she stepped away from the singer, letting him do whatever he wanted without her, and made her way over to where Bonzo was, seemingly trying to decide what to drink.
“I don’t think you should do that,” she commented softly as he reached for one of the bottles of booze on Jimmy’s marble counter.
His dark eyes went to hers, flashing a ferocity she had never seen before. Her hand covered his, lightly forcing him to lower the bottle back down. Her fingers curled around his palm, gently tugging his hand away from the bottle. His eyes still held a barely controlled anger, but it was still surprisingly held in check. Others had taken notice of the exchange and were slowly alerting everyone else in the room. Robert stepped forward to interrupt, certain the Bonzo would morph into The Beast at any moment. Everyone else knew better than to tell Bonzo no, especially if they still had hours before the show, time for him to sober up.
But slowly Bonzo nodded and turned away. His hand pivoted, holding onto hers. Silently he lead her over to the other couch and sat down, pulling her to sit next to him. He turned her hand over in his and he splayed out her fingers, running his large index finger over the lines of her palm. She giggled and tried to pull her hand away, glancing at Robert as he approached and sat on the other side of her.
“John, stop. That tickles,” Summer claimed.
Once more the room went silent, focusing on the young blond girl and the drummer. No one ever called him John any more than they called Robert anything but Percy. He was Bonzo to everyone on tour; it saved on confusion. Yet despite everyone’s expectations, Bonzo smiled at her, lifted her hand to his mouth, kissed her palm, and released it.
“You’re a lucky guy, Percy,” he glanced around her at the singer who was struggling to keep his jealousy in check.
Before the conversation could continue, Jane entered the suite. Instantly the mood of the room changed, everyone knowing full well what her arrival meant. Everyone except for Summer. But she played it cool, settling back on the couch, Robert’s arm looping possessively around her shoulders. Bonzo remained seated next to her as well, though he had fallen into conversation with a girl seated the arm of the couch. Robert offered her his bottle of beer, a bit surprised when she accepted it, took a small drink, and handed it back. For the first time in the few days he had known her, Summer had drankand not made a face about it. A bit taken back by it, he barely noticed that Jane had made her way over to their couch.
“Hey, honey,” the sultry British girl greeted the four occupying the couch.
Bonzo and the girl he was apparently with for the moment, instantly perked up, preparing themselves for Jane’s treatment. Summer remained silent, though she sent Robert a few questioning glances, watching the proceedings. Finding it difficult to not widen her eyes as the woman dipped her right finger into the bag strapped across her body, Summer watched as Jane prepared lines of white powder for the band and their guests. With interest she watched Bonzo inhale the powder with a rolled up bill before turning his eyes back to the woman. She then offered him a pinch of a brown powder, which she placed on the back of her hand. After Bonzo had inhaled that as well, Jane reached back into her bag, pulled out a bottle of Dom Perignon, wet a linen with it, and dabbed his nose. Bonzo’s sorta companion waved off the extras, just snorted a line and settled into Bonzo’s lap.
“Sweetheart?” she looked to Summer.
Her eyes left Bonzo, flicked to the woman, before settling on Robert. His eyes held hers but he made no other facial expressions of persuading her either way. It was clearly up to her. Her eyes went back to the woman, a bit of white powder on her finger. Slowly Summer shook her head and pulled her feet up on the couch, her arms wrapping around her legs. The coke lady looked to Robert.
“No thanks, darling,” he smiled and took a drag from his beer bottle. “Maybe later.”
Jane nodded and trailed off to service the others in the suite. Closing her eyes, feeling that she was being judged or something, Summer tried to shut out all the sounds and people in the room. Robert wasn’t pushing her at all, in fact he seemed to read that she was trying to process something and was talking with Bonzo over her back. Eventually the noise in the suite changed, people went back to whatever they had been doing before, only a bit more loudly. She felt like she had pretty much been forgotten. Except... except someone was still looking at her, still watching her. She could feel their eyes on her, studying her. Suddenly it dawned on her that she was wearing a dress and no panties and was probably giving whomever wanted a free look. Her eyes opened and her feet slammed down to the carpet. Both Bonzo and Robert looked at her with a touch of confusion in her eyes, but neither had been the ones staring at her before. With her eyes now open, she knew exactly who had been watching her and there was something unnerving about the way Jimmy was looking at her. It made her wiggle closer to Robert, hoping subconsciously that he would act as protection. He read her body language enough to tilt her face up to his and kiss her lovingly. It relaxed her almost instantly.
“Do you want to leave, baby?” he asked softly.
“No no. You’re enjoying yourself with your friends. There’s no need for us to—”
“But you don’t like it here.”
“I’m fine,” she argued. “Just fine.”
Robert kissed her again, “You sure?”
Summer nodded. With another brief kiss before his attention was snapped back to Bonzo who started on another tale that Robert was certain was only half-true, he slipped the beer back into Summer’s hands. She sipped on it cautiously, not really caring for the taste any more then than she had before at their bungalow. But she presumed Jimmy didn’t have anything there she would really like as it were. Seemingly letting him flit across her thoughts conjured the man, for a moment later he was standing in front of the quartet.
Her eyes rose to the guitarist, shaking a bit, “Hey.”
He smiled down at her, “I noticed you didn’t partake of our hospitality.”
“It’s no big deal, Pagey,” Robert spoke up.
“No, of course it’s not,” he agreed, glancing at his friend briefly before focusing back on Summer. “And you’ve been sipping Percy’s beer with a near scowl on your pretty face. Are you certain I cannot tempt you with something else?”
“No thank you. I will—”
“Come, sweetheart,” he held his hand down to her, “you can come with so that you feel confident I have not slipped anything into your drink.”
Her eyes flicked to Robert who merely shrugged in response. Deciding it would be unwise to alienate herself from anyone in the band, Summer slipped her hand into Jimmy’s. With a sweet smile he lead her over to his fridge and released her hand. She stood demurely near him as he shoved aside beer, digging for something. He straightened up a moment later, a small carton of orange juice clutched in one hand. Summer watched his every movement, from breaking the seal to pouring the juice into a glass. With a smile he turned and handed it to her.
“Thank you,” she muttered, wanting to retreat instantly back to the couch with Robert and Bonzo.
“You’re very welcome, sweetheart,” he responded.
Her eyes flicked around the room as she sipped the juice once. Her gaze landed on a guitar tucked in the corner away from the party. Without thought she knew exactly what it was.
“Is that a Gibson J-200?” she asked softly.
Surprise flitted through his dark eyes before he responded in agreement.
“Can I... can I touch it?”
Heading to grab another beer, Robert froze a few steps away, hearing those words from his girlfriend’s mouth. Apparently he had completely overestimated her. She did want to get in with all of the band. As she had already charmed Bonzo, why not Jimmy next? Who cares that he was right there and—
“Do you play? I don’t really... I don’t really let anyone touch my guitars if they don’t know what they’re doing,” Jimmy responded.
She nodded, “I do. A Martin 000-1. My dad gave it to me when I was—”
“I didn’t know you play guitar,” Robert interrupted, jealousy still shining in his eyes.
Summer looked to the singer, “You never asked, silly.”
He held her eyes, “Do you sing?”
“A little.”
“Do you play the drums?”
“No. Nothing more than bongos.”
“Bass?”
“Robert, you’re just being silly now,” Summer countered, setting the glass of juice down on the nearby counter
“Well?”
“Percy, leave the girl alone,” Jimmy interrupted. “You’ll have plenty of time to learn all about whatever she plays, I’m sure of it.”
Robert’s eyes flashed to Jimmy, “Me leave her alone? You’re the one who’s—”
“Can I play for you?” Summer interjected, stepping between the men, her hand on Robert’s chest, her eyes on Jimmy’s.
The guitarist looked at her for a long moment before smiling, “Sure, sweetheart. You can even play my Gibson if you want.”
Grinning she turned back to Robert, pressed up on her toes and kissed him, before breathing, “I’m going to sing for you.”
Skipping over to the guitar, though making certain to slow when she neared it as she didn’t want to trip and crash into Jimmy’s precious guitar, Summer reached out and touched the neck of the guitar. Her fingers hesitated to curl around the fingerboard and lift it from its safe stand. Turning once more to look back at the boys, a bit relieved that Robert had stepped away from Jimmy, her eyes went to the guitarist for one last confirmation that it was all right she touched it. He nodded with a smile.
Lifting the acoustic guitar up, Summer slipped the strap over her head. Wanting to strum it and check its tuning, but also not wanting to be sequestered to the corner as the guitar had been, she headed back over to where the men stood. Pushing on her toes once more, she kissed Robert and retreated to the couch, sitting beside Bonzo once again. The room had fallen silent once more, the moment the girl skipped towards Jimmy’s guitar. Seemingly the blond newcomer was getting away with everything with the band and that set quite a few of the groupies on edge. Her thumb strummed the strings and she made very slight adjustments to the tuning.
Finally satisfied with the tuning, she pivoted on the couch some, motioning Robert to come back around where she could see him. Complying he headed back around the couch, taking a seat on the coffee table Bonzo had snorted from before. Jimmy too returned to his seat on the other couch, instantly covered by Lori draping herself on him.
Her fingers began to caress the strings. Most everyone in the room instantly recognized the tune. Summer’s eyes focused on Robert’s, nearly making her forget when her singing was supposed to come in.
“Wise men say only fools rush in
But I cant help falling in love with you
Shall I stay
Would it be a sin
If I cant help falling in love with you...”
Her voice was soft and sweet as it hit the notes made so famous by Elvis. There was certainly an innocence in her singing, but she did not sing without purpose, without knowledge. Oh and the emotion that imbued every note was unmistakable to anyone in the room listening. Robert felt all of his jealous thoughts disappear, replaced by an overwhelming sense of affection. The room was suddenly empty, though no one had left. It was just the two of them. The urge to join her in song nearly overwhelmed him, but somehow he was able to resist, to allow her to finish her song.
“...Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I can’t help falling in love with you
For I can’t help falling in love with you.”
After the last note hung in the air for a moment, Bonzo broke into loud applause, inciting everyone else to join in. Except Robert. Rather than clap for her, he moved off the table and back onto the couch. Summer pulled off the guitar, moving it aside, seemingly reading his intentions in his eyes. Without pause he leaned over and kissed her ever so sweetly. While he wanted to deepen the kiss and show her how much her singing had moved him, he pulled back, ever aware she still held Jimmy’s guitar and he would not risk the wrath of the guitarist by casually discarding it.
“Sing me another, sweet siren,” he requested softly.
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