Title: Midnight Shift: Chapter Nine, Fucking Hippie
Rating: NC-17 [language, alcohol, and sex]

Summary: Summer makes a life-changing decision. And other things change because of it.






Without Bonzo’s help, Robert may have not been able to leave the party. The drummer gathered Summer’s gifts and stashed them in the car. John Paul pitched in and wrapped up a few slices of cake to send off with the couple. Yet even with those preparations Robert found it difficult to extricate Summer and himself. Noting this Bonzo scooped up the young girl, interrupting a conversation, and draped her over his shoulder. As she giggled he plundered through the party crowd, Robert making his way behind.

Reaching the car, Bonzo set her down in the car’s backseat. He lightly tapped her nose and grinned.

“Happy birthday, princess,” he remarked. “I’ll see you soon.”

Her fingers grabbed the front of his shirt, forcing him to bend back down to her. So quickly Robert did not notice, she kissed the drummer and hugged him. Whispering her thanks, she released him as Robert climbed in beside her through the opposite door.

“Good night, John.”

Waiting for her to pivot into the car and shift over to Robert, Bonzo grinned, “Good night, princess.”

With the door closed, Summer moved closer to Robert. Initially intending to just cuddle with him, the moment her hand touched his, everything changed. Transferred in a static shock, her eyes dilated once more, her body warming with arousal. Forgoing the cuddle, she pivoted and straddled the singer’s lap. Her hands surrounded his face and she kissed him sweetly.

“Today has been the best birthday ever. Thank you,” her lips brushed his.

“What did you wish for tonight?”

“You really want to know?” her eyes sparkled.

“Yes.”

“The first time I wished for this,” her hand darted to his groin, “deep inside of me.”

Robert groaned, pressing his forehead to hers as she massaged his quickly tightening crotch, “And the second time?”

“For a pony,” she smiled slightly before kissing him.

“I can make both come true,” he breathed.

Now that she had experienced sexual control, Summer wanted more. Her hand left its massage, joining the other to unbutton his pants. Robert groaned again, his eyes flicking to hers as his own fingers slipped around her neck to untie her halter. As she released his growing erection, he released her breasts. One hand slipped around her back, his fingers curving around her shoulder blade. His other hand cupped her small breast. While his thumb and forefinger played with her eraser-like nipple, Robert gently rocked her back. Using the hand between her shoulder blades to support her, his lips captured the other growing nipple. Tossing her hair back, Summer moaned, her fingers halting their actions on his cock.

“Oh, Robert,” she groaned.

Nibbling on her nipple briefly he pulled back, releasing the bud after a quick tug. Switching hands he lavished the same attention on her other breast. With the release of her other nipple, he kissed her exposed throat until her mouth turned to his. As their tongues wrestled her fingers once more turned to stroking him. She worked up to the tip, her fingers playfully scooping up his precum and using it as a lubricant for her stroking.

“Oh, baby,” Robert groaned before nibbling on her ear.

“Daddy, I need you,” she purred.

His eyes went to hers as his hands went to her hips. Releasing his cock, she swept her long, voluminous skirt out of the way as he lifted her up. Her hands quickly returned to his erection before he lowered her down. With her guidance, Robert was quickly buried deeply inside of her. Kissing her softly, he knew of any moment, this was the one to truly explore her willingness.

“Baby,” he spoke huskily, “are you ready to ride?”

Her sparkling eyes went to his. Curling her legs so that her toes dangled off the seat and her weight rested upon her knees, Summer’s lip parted slightly. With a sultry smile, Summer slowly pushed up, feeling him slid almost all the way out of her. Robert groaned as she sank back down, wiggling her hips side to side once he was buried again. Finding that sensation ever pleasureful, she swiveled her hips in experimentation. Again the singer moaned, his hands leaving her hips to cup her breasts. For a few heated moments, she wiggled, swirled, and ground in his lap. Halting all actions, her cupid lips kissed his exposed Adam's apple as he threw his head back to moan.

With a throaty giggle, she rose up again. Sinking more quickly Summer closed her eyes. She found a rhythm and soon her soft moans became louder, joining Robert’s in harmony. His hands left her breasts, allowing his eyes to focus on the fleshy globes jiggling as she moved upon him. More quickly than he expected, the natural tension at the base of his spine began to form. Closing his eyes, he tried to focus on other thoughts, wanting so badly to hold off until Summer plateaued. Suddenly she sank fully down. Her mouth slammed upon his as her body spasmed. Feeling her pulse around him far more strongly than he felt before, Robert was amazed he still danced from the edge.

“Oh, daddy,” she breathed. “Come with me.”

Hands on her ass, Robert pivoted and pressed her back to the seat. Slowly he began to stroke into her still quivering body as she adjusted to the new position. One bare foot pressed against the window, the other dropped to the carpeted floor. Before long she once more moaned breathily, her body quickly tensing again.

“Oh god. Oh god. Oh god,” she moaned. “Roooooobert...”

Slamming into her body once more, he pushed as deeply as he could. As her body flexed around his, he sputtered within, filling her body once more. Lovingly he kissed her, his hands pushing her hair from her glistening forehead. She smiled wanting to stay precisely as they were forever.

“I love you,” he muttered.

“I love you too.”

For a few moments they lay together, pulsing. Slowly Summer’s senses were no longer completely consumed with Robert. Only then did she remember they were in the back of a car – and realize it wasn’t moving any more.

“Robert, the car has stopped,” she commented.

His lips brushed hers again, “A long time ago. We were only about twenty minutes away from the party. You came long after the driver unloaded your gifts from the trunk.”

A deep flush filled her cheeks, “Did he see us?”

He smirked, “No. He knew better than to look.”

“But, Robert...”

His lips brushed hers before he slowly began to withdraw from her embrace, “Come, my love. The back seat is no place to spend all of your birthday night. Let us share sweet dreams.”



Waking in the late morning, Summer’s hands reached to rub her sleepy eyes. Poking herself with the forgotten ring, she swore softly. Eyes fluttering open, her blue orbs focused on the gem. Suddenly the enormity of the ring’s symbolism struck her. After less than a week, she had fallen in love and her world completely changed. But even more remarkably Robert had fallen for her as well. It filled her soul with light and happiness but also with concern. It was much, much too fast. And to claim he was going to... going to what? Leave his wife and kids for her? That was absolutely ridiculous, foolish, and – overly romantic. She might only be fourteen – fifteen – but even she knew better than that. He was being foolish, impulsive, cr – and he was awake and looking at her.

“Good morning, baby,” he muttered and kissed her softly. “How does it feel to be fifteen?”

She frowned, but said nothing.

“Oh no,” he instantly said. “No frowning was allowed yesterday. It is definitely not allowed today either.”

Quickly pulling away from him, she got out of bed, her long messy hair cascading down her bare back. Remaining silent, she disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door, turning the lock. Her thighs were stiff and still slightly sticky from their marathon sex upon stepping into the cottage. But Summer barely paid any attention to that. Instead she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Tiny red marks flecked upon her skin, the remainders of love bites during the night. The scarf tied in her hair during the party looked as if it would never come untangled from her hair. Finally her eyes met their reflection. Concern instantly filled her upon seeing what she saw. Red spidery lines filled the whites of her eyes. Shaded bags lined the bottom of her eyelids. While the exhaustion did not surprise her, something else did. A sad pallor seemed to cling to her features. But where did it come from? Did she mourn for a childhood so very gone now and had not realized it until then? Or did Robert trouble her soul as much as he lit it?

Sighing she turned away from the mirror and turned on the shower. While waiting for the water’s temperature to stabilize, Summer sat on the toilet, untangling the scarf while emptying her bladder. Setting the scarf aside, she wondered if something had been slipped into her drinks at the party. Her bones felt more weary than when she was ill and yet she stayed up all night with Robert. Not normal behavior in her mind at all.

As the hot water washed over her skin, tinting it a medium pink and nearly concealing Robert’s territorial marks, Summer felt tears welling up in her eyes. Before she knew it, her tears mixed with the water. Forgoing soaping up, she covered her face and cried in earnest until she could hardly breathe. Nothing logical seeded the tears, as Robert and the rest of the band had been nothing but wonderful. And yet halting the tears seemed impossible.

But she took a deep breath and muttered, “He loves you. He loves you.”

Standing next to the bathroom door, Robert worried. He knew something was wrong, though not what it meant. When they finally succumbed to sleep, she had whispered of her love for him before drifting to sleep in his arms. But now the door between them was locked. What had he done wrong?

Giving up when the shower began, Robert headed into the kitchen. Completely nude, he fussed about the small kitchen. Pulling out a tea kettle, he filled it with water and set it down upon the stove to boil. Sighing he stepped back, running his hands through his wild hair. Eyes flicked to the bathroom door, wishing that it would open and she would step out smiling. Somehow he doubted it.

The bathroom door opened slowly, the young girl stepping out, towel wrapped tightly about her body. Her hair hung in wet waves about her nubile body, her eyes still red. When their eyes met, his heart plummeted. There was such a palpable pain in her blue orbs and he could not figure out if it was his fault. Regardless he forgot what he was doing and approached Summer. Silently his arms wrapped around her, pulling her tightly to him. Moments later her body began to tremble with sobs.

“Oh baby,” he muttered, kissing her forehead. “Don’t cry, baby. Please don’t cry.”

“R-robert-t,” she stuttered.

“No no no,” he mumbled and kissed her forehead, her nose, her lips. “Please don’t cry, baby.”

“I c-c-can’t st-stop,” Summer claimed.

Tilting her chin up, he looked into her red, puffy eyes, “Why, baby?”

“I d-don’t know.”

Robert kissed her again, “Why don’t we just go back to bed? We can just lie there and cud—”

“No,” she interrupted. “I don’t need more sex, Robert.”

“No no. No sex. Just you and me laying together.”

Summer shook her head, tears still streaking her cheeks, “I want... I want...”

“What, baby? I’ll give you anything,” he swore.

Wiping the tears on her cheeks, she replied, “I want to go to the hotel.”



To be absolutely honest, Robert had struggled to agree to take Summer to the hotel. It pained his heart that apparently he wasn’t enough for her, that she needed something or someone at the hotel. It never occurred to him that possibly she felt lonely and awkward being alone with just him, not surrounded by people like she constantly was at the commune. All he could think about on the drive over was how he clearly wasn’t enough for her.

And yet their arrival to the Riot House did not mean that she instantly pulled away from him. In fact she clung even more to Robert as they made their way up to the food-filled ballroom. She spoke not a word to those they passed, barely even glanced at the ones who greeted her. Her hand tightened on his when Cole approached the two of them, silently urging him to blow off the tour manager. Without delay, he did just that, leading Summer into the ballroom.

“Fucking hippie whore,” the manager muttered.

Quickly releasing Summer, Robert whirled around. Even though Cole was a large man, outweighed Robert by at least fifty pounds, it mattered little. The obscene comment was directed at his girlfriend and he was not about to let it slip by. Listening to his foolish instinct, Robert took a swing at the tour manager, his fist connecting with Cole’s nose. Instantly Summer squealed, jumping in attempt to restrain him. Her squeal summoned others. Peter stepped between the two, keeping Cole from retaliating. Bonzo lept forward, reaching for his friend, though itching for a fight himself, never mind he didn’t know the cause for it. Wiping his nose, Cole muttered more obscenities as he glared at the singer before Peter managed to get him to turn away. With her hands on his chest, Summer looked into Robert’s wild eyes, so intently focused on Cole’s retreating back. His stance only relaxed once the manager was out of sight.

“Percy,” Bonzo stated levelly, “what was that about?”

His eyes went to his best friend, “He called Summer a ‘fucking hippie whore’.”

The wild anger in Robert instantly transferred to Bonzo. Summer barely saw the quick switch before the drummer barrelled towards the door. She whirled around, fingers outstretching to halt him. Barely snagging his cotton shirt, Summer was unable to halt The Beast. Others around recognized the switch, something they hadn’t seen since the girl’s arrival, and jumped out of Bonzo’s path. Wishing to do what the drummer intended, Robert did not even consider halting him. Instead he reached to keep Summer from following, but she narrowly avoided his grasp.

Running after the on fire drummer, Summer jumped between him and the door to the stairs. Both hands on his chest, she struggled against his angry strength, praying he would look down into her eyes.

“John, please,” she pleaded softly.

His eyes dropped down to hers. He relaxed some but the anger remained in his eyes. With little thought, his big hands went to her waist. Quickly picking up the little girl, he pivoted and deposited her out of his way. She instantly reached for him again, her short nails scratching the skin of his forearms as he snapped away from her. He didn’t glance at her again before pushing the door open.

“John, no!” Summer shouted.

The drummer didn’t hear her and quickly disappeared down the stairs.

Whirling around, panic in her eyes, Summer looked around the ballroom. Most everyone had returned to their previous activities, only Robert and Jimmy seemed to be looking at her. Knowing already Robert would not budge to intervene, her eyes locked with Jimmy’s. Her lips moved in a silent “help.”

For a long second, Jimmy resisted. It had been rather entertaining to watch Robert attack Cole. While he was completely ambivalent towards the tour manager, Robert was not at all that aggressive and that he would pay to watch. Bonzo beating on Cole was another thing all together. And if Summer had not stopped him, why would he be able to? But the moment passed and he needed to act. Despite his better intentions, he could not say no to her pleading eyes. Leaving the table, Jimmy hurried over to Summer, passing Robert on the way. His hand grasped hers and he tugged her into the stairwell.

Stopping at the door to the level below, Jimmy poked his head into the hallway. Hearing nothing abnormal, he returned to the stairwell. Summer remained silent, letting Jimmy make all of the decisions. Three floors down, he pulled her into the hallway, hearing a crash. The further they continued down the hall, the louder it got. Bonzo was trashing something or someone. While that was often amusing, he understood it concerned Summer. And maybe if he wasn’t already loaded, it would have concerned him too. Regardless what the lady wanted, the lady got.

They approached the location of all the noise. Glancing in the room Jimmy was glad Cole wasn’t there and hesitated to entere. Bonzo was completely thrashing the room. Despite his caution, Summer headed directly into the room, her hand still holding Jimmy’s. Both barely ducked in time to avoid being bludgeoned by the lampshade the drummer twirled in destruction.

“Bonzo!” Jimmy shouted.

Not expecting the guitarist to be the one telling him to stop, the drummer froze. Slowly he turned around. His eyes widened slightly upon seeing exactly who accompanied Jimmy. While that explained his actions, that’s all it explained. Summer should not be with Jimmy. She should—

“John,” she breathed. “Stop.”

“But he—”

“Stop,” she pleaded.

“I have to defend your honor!”

“By trashing his room?” Jimmy interjected.

The drummer’s eyes flicked to him, “He called Summer a whore.”

While he didn’t like that either, for reasons unknown to him, he remained composed, “Come back upstairs, Bonzo. You’ve proved your point.”

“But—”

“Please, John.” Summer requested again. “Please.”

His eyes went back to hers. As he held her gaze, his eyes softened. Frowning he dropped the lamp and approached her. As his arms opened, Summer pulled away from Jimmy and quickly fell into Bonzo’s embrace. Within seconds she was crying once more. Finding the moment awkward, Jimmy muttered something and left the disasterous room.

“Why are you crying, princess? Did Percy hurt you? I’ll kick his arse if he—”

“I don’t know, J-John,” she confessed. “R-robert-t d-didn’t do anything. I’m just so...”

His arms tightened, “Everything is okay, sweetie. I am sorry I overreacted. Everything is okay.”

“J-John...”

His lips brushed her forehead as he leaned back to look in her eyes, “Let’s go back upstairs and grab a bite. Food will make you feel better.”



Curled up in Robert’s lap after eating and smiling at a few of Bonzo’s jokes, Summer dozed. Though she knew soon they would depart for the airport to head up to Seattle, she so much desired to nest. It was a feeling she was greatly unaccustomed to, and yet nothing seemed to penetrate her shell. Not Bonzo’s jokes, not Jimmy’s guitar, not Robert’s kisses. This darkness inside of her troubled her.

Approaching the table, John Paul stopped. For a moment he tried to gauge his band mates’ dispositions. The lull upon everyone’s happiness greatly contrasted the previous day. And he feared he was about to make it worse.

Eyes on Summer he said, “Summer, sweetie, there’s someone here for you.”

Her eyes snapped up, meeting his, “Who, Jonesy?”

“I don’t know. Didn’t tell me anything. Just asked if I knew you.”

She looked to Robert, “Should I....?”

He nodded, “I’ll go with you.”

“No need,” John Paul interjected. “I’ll go down with her and you—”

Peter approached the table, “I need to have a word with you, Robert.”

“But I was going to—”

“I’ll take Summer downstairs,” John Paul claimed, holding his hand out to her. “Come on, sweetness.”

Pulling out of Robert’s lap after kissing him briefly, she accepted John Paul’s hand. Even though Robert pouted, she followed the bassist out. An odd tension filled the lift on the way down. While Summer wished to unburden her soul, even thought she didn’t know what burdened it, somehow thinking John Paul was the one to open up to, she kept her lips sealed regardless. But their hand remained clenched.

“Who is here, Jonesy?” she asked again as the elevator chimed.

“A young man,” he replied. “Wearing bells and a leather vest.”

“Oh,” her eyes went back to the floor as he lead her out.

“Do you know who it is?” he glanced at her.

Summer nodded.

“Who?”

“Um... well... I guess the best way to describe him is... my boyfriend.”

John Paul stopped, “Oh shit.”

Continuing on her eyes rose. With a deep breath, she looked around the lobby. Passing over groupies and other hangers on, she searched for the one person she was unprepared for. It made sense though. He was looking to take her home. Only she wasn’t going.

Spying his form just outside the glass doors, Summer continued through the lobby. She could feel John Paul a few steps behind her, protecting her in a way, giving her strength as well. What was she going to tell him? ‘Hey, Quincy, I’m not going home with you because I’m in love with the singer. Tell everyone I’m okay.’ Somehow that didn’t seem quite right.

Pushing the door open, she stepped out into the warm LA sun. Instantly she wished for sunglasses, as much to protect her eyes from the light as to protect them from Quincy. But alas her sunglasses were in her bag which was... which was...

“Summer?” a voice spoke up.

Her eyes snapped to his. A touch of confusion clouded his eyes. For a moment she didn’t understand what he was seeing. But as he reached forward and tugged gently on the cotton band shirt she wore, Summer understood. In a few short days, her appearance was different. Store-bought and machine-manufactured garments clothed her body. The only thing that remained from the farm was her father’s lucky charm pendant.

“You’re different,” he proclaimed.

“I’m not going back, Quince,” she declared.

He blinked, looking down at her, “Really?”

“Really.”

“What happened?”

Summer shrugged, “I fell in love.”

His eyes once more looked her over. Though he frowned, Quincy nodded, reaching for her hand. Turning it over, his eyes focused on the ring on her finger. Its presence surprised him in ways he could not quite understand. Only a week had passed since he deposited his flower on Sunset Boulevard. Of all the girls he knew, he always thought Summer would not be corrupted by the city. And yet it had already taken her away. He only hoped she did not wilt.

“Who?” he asked softly.

Her eyes remained focused on his face, “Who doesn’t matter.”

“Him?” he looked beyond her to John Paul.

Summer said nothing.

Releasing her hand, Quincy stepped around her. He quickly sized up the bassist and came to the conclusion that while Quincy did not approve, this man would not crush her delicate petals.

“Take good care of her. Summer is a far more precious flower than you can imagine,” he stated softly. “If she does not thrive under your care, I will never forgive you.”

Turning away before John Paul could respond, Quincy returned to Summer. He embraced her tightly, his lips kissing her forehead. Internally he struggled with what to say to her, how to formulate the words. Sometimes confessions wanted poetry.

“I love you, Summer,” he declared softly. “And I always will. If he ever hurts you, call the general store and I will be here as fast as angels can fly.”

She squeezed her eyes close to keep from crying, “Thank you, Quincy. Thank you.”

Tearing himself away, Quincy once more looked her over as if trying to cement that moment in time. He did not fear never seeing her again, but he did fear her drastically changing. The young woman before him was blooming. She wouldn’t be the same flower in even six months. This last look ended their chapter, he was aware of that.

“Farewell, Summer. Never forget.”

Waiting a moment, her eyes fluttered open. Through a watery pool of tears, she watched him walk away, trotting across the street to make his way up to his van. Life as she knew it was over, she chose to walk another path.

John Paul’s hand gently touched her back. Turning away from her retreating past, her eyes went to his. Without thought, he embraced her gently. She trembled some as her tears released. Though a rain cloud hung over her head all day, she had a feeling this was the end of it. Perhaps her soul knew her past ended then.

“Summer,” John Paul muttered, “the cars are here. We need to go to the airport now.”

“Jonesy,” she pulled from his arms, “can I ride with you?”

“Robert won’t —” he halted. “Of course you can.”

After informing Robert of Summer’s request and assuring him the return of his girlfriend once they arrived at the airport, John Paul escorted the young woman to his car. They sat with an empty space between, something that silently reassured the singer as he glanced in the car. John Paul remained silent, waiting for Summer to proclaim her intentions, or at the very least break the tension that filled the car.

“Do you think love is enough?” she softly asked, her fingers playing with the edge of her shirt.

His eyes went to hers, “For me? Most of the time. You have to decide if it is for you.”

“Do you think he loves me?”

He sighed, “While I do not doubt his adoration of you, especially since it is reflected by us all, I cannot proclaim it love. Love is such a vast emotion, it cannot be tested in a few days’ time.”

“You don’t believe in love at first sight?”

“I do,” he replied cautiously, “but... but I’ve known Percy for awhile now, Summer. Continue with caution.”

“What do you mean?”

“The tour is over in a few weeks. He’ll go back to England.”

“And leave me here.”

“Summer, he has a wife and—”

“I know,” she looked away. “And no matter what he says, I need to remember I’m just another fuck. And I gave up my life to be so.”

“You’re not just a fuck, Summer.”

“Don’t say things to me, Jonesy, just to make me feel better. It won’t work.”

He reached for her hand, drawing her eyes to him, “I am not just saying this to placate you. While I think it’s important to know what you’ve gotten yourself into, I also think it’s important to note that Robert has never, ever treated any bird the way he treats you. There is a ring on your finger, isn’t there?”

“I bet there’s one on his wife’s too.”

John Paul frowned, “But not on his. I can’t explain this Summer. Not to your satisfaction, not to my own. Fall in love with him, just not blindly.”

For a moment she was silent, “I just gave up my life for him, Jonesy. What am I supposed to do if he casts me aside?”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll make certain you’re cared for. Come what may, you will not be left on the side of the road. I promise.”



With Summer’s head in his lap, Robert was forced to remain seated, instead of hopping about the plane talking to everyone. Jimmy and Peter had disappeared into the office. Keeping Bonzo and Cole apart had only been tested once, but Summer stepped between and redirected the drummer. John Paul had stationed himself at the organ, happily playing for everyone, glancing at Summer every now and then. While he wondered about those minutes the two shared alone, it did not really grate on him. Or at least that’s what he kept telling himself.

“Robert?” Summer rolled onto her back, her eyes going to his.

“Yes, love,” he smiled at her.

“Do I need special permission to get out of the plane?”

His brows furrowed, “What do you mean, baby?”

“I’ve never left California before. Can I even get off the plane?”

He smiled, his fingers gently petting her head, “Silly love. You don’t need a passport to travel to different states.”

“Oh.”

“But we should get you one anyways.”

“Why?”

“So you can come with me when I leave,” he answered.

Having left his meeting with Peter and been heading towards the bar, Jimmy passed the golden pair at that precise moment. He instantly skid to a stop. Had Robert just claimed he was taking his girlfriend out of the States? None of them had done that before – save himself since he wasn’t married. Did that mean that the singer really meant he was ending it with Maureen? Was he fucking bonkers or taking some drug he wasn’t sharing? Or was Summer such a good fuck that—

“You want me to come with you?” she asked softly, drawing Jimmy’s eyes down to her.

“Of course I do,” Robert answered.

“I...”

His thumb brushed across her bottom lip, “We’ll figure it out. You realize since this is your first time in Seattle, I have things to show you.”

“Or we could just stay in bed all day.”

“Really?”

Her eyes left his, “Hi, Jimmy.”

Lifting up her feet, he sat on the couch as well, keeping her feet in his lap, “Have you named her yet?”

“No,” she responded. “She hasn’t sung for me yet.”

“Pity. Did you bring her with?”

“No,” Summer repeated. “I don’t.. I don’t even know where she is.”

“Your guitar is somewhere on board. I made sure Benji grabbed it,” Robert stated.

“Really?” she smiled slightly.

“Of course. We’re going to be up north for a few days. Do you really think I would bring you here without bringing things for you?” he smiled and touched her nose. “Silly girl.”

“Well clothes I kinda expected, but not my new guitar.”

“I thought it would make you happy.”

Jimmy wiggled her toes, “Then we shall have to practice.”

Her eyes flicked to his, “Really?”

“For a bit,” he nodded. “If you want, that is.”

She nodded but snuggled more with Robert, “Thanks, boys.”



By the time the Starship landed in Seattle, Summer had perked up some. She still clung close to Robert, barely breaking apart when Bonzo tickled her before escaping to his own car. But her sapphire eyes cast about, curiosity seeking familiarity in the unknown city. However as soon as they were in Robert’s limo, Summer crawled into his lap, burying her face on his shoulder.

“Baby,” he whispered in her ear, “what’s wrong?”

She sighed, “I gave my life away for you today.”

“What?”

“My link back to the farm, I severed it. The person looking for me today was... my ride to and from home. I told him... I told him I was staying here with you, to leave without me,” she explained. “And if you... if you cast me aside, I don’t know what I’ll do.”

His fingers went to her chin, tilting her face towards his. Gently he kissed her soft frown, his hand moving to caress her cheek gently. Her lips parted slightly but hesitatingly. While he would love to deepen the kiss to show her in that gesture how passionate she made him, he did not. He pulled out of the kiss, his thumb caressing her bottom lip.

“I love you, Summer. You have nothing to fear at all. You gave up your life for me and I’m going to prove I am worthy of such every day,” he proclaimed. “I love you.”

She nuzzled him, “Why am I any different than any other girl you’ve fucked?”

Robert frowned, “You have never been just pussy to me. In fact... baby, I’ve never fucked you. It’s not just rutting, just a physical thing. We transcend that oh so much. We make love.”

“You’re not answering the question.”

He sighed, “Baby, we’ve talked about this before.”

“But you haven’t muttered her name in your sleep before,” Summer blurted out and quickly began to move from his lap.

Instinct wanted his arms to tighten about her waist and keep her there. And yet Robert released her. Whose name had he muttered in his sleep? It did explain why she was so distant all day, and how he haf really fucked up. But whose name had he muttered? He only remembered dreaming about Summer.

“Baby,” his eyes held hers, “what name did I mutter?”

Her arms crossed over her chest, her lips silent.

“Summer, please.”

“Carmen,” she answered.

Robert blinked as he held her angry gaze, “Baby, that’s my daughter’s name.”

Her eyes widened slightly, “Your daughter?”

He smiled crookedly, “Yes.”

“Oh god,” she flushed. “All day I thought... I thought... you were going to leave me for... your daughter.”

Picking up her hand, Robert kissed the ring on her finger, “I love you, Summer. Carmen is very important to me, but not in a way to be a threat to you.”

“Oh Robert, I’m sorry. I... fuck,” she muttered.

His arms quickly circled her, “Don’t worry, sweetie. You didn’t know. It’s understandable.”

She shook her head, “I feel horrible. You just mumbled it in your sleep. I was barely awake and... And then... then it lodged in my head ... and I couldn’t shake it... and I thought you wouldn’t want me any more and... oh god, Robert...”

“It’s okay,” he kissed her forehead, glancing out the window and noticing they arrived at the hotel. “Let’s head up to our room and get situated so I can show you some things.”

Her eyes flicked to his crotch, “Daddy, I don’t think you have anything I’ve not seen.”

Robert laughed, “While I’d love to show you that too, I’m talking about the city, Summer.”

Her eyes went to his as the door opened, “Maybe you can show me both at the same time.”



Sitting on a counter backstage in the dressing room, Summer munched on fruit from a basket the boys completely ignored. Normally she would be at Benji’s side, helping him help Robert with whatever. But it wasn’t often that Cole was completely distracted and not stalking her. Plus she knew “Moby Dick” was next on the set list and she’d rather be waiting for Robert there than stay stage side. It gave her a few moments of preparation.

Even though they had visited a number of locations in Seattle – touristy places she supposed – Summer’s memories of the city would not center on the actual views. But rather she was certain Seattle was going to equal sex to her. Even after their makeup lovemaking in the hotel, Robert brought her to orgasm all over town. In the car, against walls, grinding in his lap on a park bench had all become locations for their lovemaking. And she knew more was to come, especially since she just heard him introduce Bonzo’s solo.

One of the benefits of “Moby Dick”, besides giving three of the band members a break, was the fact Jimmy and John Paul played a bit with Bonzo before fading from stage. Those few moments meant she got Robert to herself. She barely wrapped her lips around a juicy strawberry before he stepped through the open door. His eyes met hers and he quickly closed the space between them. With a lusty smile, Robert kissed her passionately, stealing part of her strawberry.

With a giggle, Summer wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him close. Her eyes locked with his as she placed his hands under her shirt before reaching for his belt. Smirking he kissed her again, sucking on her tongue as his hands captured her small breasts. Robert groaned as her fingers slipped him out of his tight jeans. Meeting his eyes, she grinned, pulled her skirt out of the way, a garment she had worn since leaving the hotel, and guided him towards her. His hands left her breasts to quickly pull her hands away. Cupping her ass, he thrust as fully as possible into her, moaning her name in the movement. She threw her head back, her hands finding the counter behind her as support. Moaning softly, she shifted ever so slightly on the counter. Her simple movement allowed him to thrust more deeply into her. His lips fastened onto her throat as he pummeled her juicy body.

While this was a common tour occurrence, Jimmy immediately halted in the doorway, his dark eyes focused on the legs wrapped around Robert’s waist. Even though they shared such intimate moments before there was something so different about watching Robert fuck Summer. The more seconds that passed as he remained voyeur the more his heart raced. He blinked and for a moment he pictured hi—

“Pagey, come on,” John Paul tugged the guitarist away. “Leave them be.”

He shook off the bassist’s hand, “Fuck that. I can go where I want.”

Robert moaned in tandem with Summer, his body tensing completely. The soft murmurs of “I love you” punctuated the room. Glaring Jimmy turned and left the room. He found the first groupie who looked his way and pulled her back to the room where Summer straightened Robert’s clothes while he kissed her lovingly. With another quick glare at the couple, the guitarist tossed the girl on the couch who giggled annoyingly. A moment later he pounded into her, not caring about her pleasure at all. He merely needed to release what Summer... oh and Robert... summoned.

As her lover slipped away from her, Summer glanced at Jimmy. Her eyes widened slightly and a flush crept up into her cheeks. As embarrassed as she was, she could not tear her eyes away. Robert barely glanced at the pair, instead focused on lighting John Paul’s joint. Even though she had just climaxed and could feel Robert’s essence churning inside of her, Summer found her arousal quickly returning as Jimmy pound the unknown girl. Before she knew it, Summer visualized herself on that couch, the gasps leaving her own lips.

But Robert broke her concentration by offering her a toke of the white cigarette. Her eyes flicked to John Paul and she instantly knew that he was aware of her attention seconds before. A new flush filled her cheeks. Almost to prove herself, she grabbed Robert and pulled him into a passionate kiss when he reached for the joint in her fingers.

“Baby?” he muttered

“Robert, I—”

Footsteps slapped on the concrete outside, stopping outside the room, “Sticks, boys!”

“Moby Dick” was near over and everyone needed to return to stage. Summer seized the moment and jumped off the counter. The sudden shift in her position made the cream ooze onto her thighs but she ignored it and grabbed Robert’s hand to lead him to the stage. Each step away from the room was needed space between her and grunting Jimmy. She need to push that far from her mind.

“Baby?” he looked down into her eyes when they reached the stage steps.

“I love you,” she muttered and kissed him.

John Paul returned to the stage a moment later. He merely smiled re-assuredly at the girl as she took station near Benji. Trotting up a moment later, ignoring his guitar tech, Jimmy stopped, leaning close to Summer.

“Enjoy the show?”

“Of course. I always love watching you guys on stage,” she instantly replied.

Jimmy smiled a lupine smile at her, “You know bloody well that is not what I meant, Summer. Not at all.”

Flushing again, she looked away, “Shouldn’t you be on stage?”

“Did I make you we—”

“Here,” Benji thrust Jimmy’s guitar into his hands. “They’re waiting for you, Page.”

He quickly stole a kiss on her ear and returned triumphantly to stage. It had truly begun.