Chasing Lyrics (Music & Lyrics #1) (13 page)

Chapter
25

‘Kiss
me always, release me never.’

Lyrics –

     His wife! Those words hit
me like a Texas tumbleweed, moves slow but sticks to you. For as long as I can
remember, I have been dreaming about being Mrs. Tanner Staff. Here we are, in
Germany, going to a castle. A fucking castle…it is truly a fairytale! Neither
of us argues with the driver about us being married, we just hold each other’s
hand and bask in the sound of it for a while.

     We pull up next to this
tiny business and he says, “Go in and tell Klaudia that Lukas sent you.”

      Tanner pays him and says,
“Thank you, we will.” We walk in and the tiny waiting area has about twenty
people crammed in it, people from all over the world. I notice a few of them
looking at us as if they know us, and then it dawns on me that they may have seen
our pictures on the news. Tanner leads the way to the counter and asks the
rather big lady that is stoically standing there, “Are you Klaudia?”

       She says in a deep, not
too friendly voice, “Yes, who are you?”

      Tanner smiles and says
confidently, “Lukas sent us.” I thought for sure she would lighten up after
that, but not at all.

      She rolls her eyes and
says, “Lukas sent you. I don’t like Lukas.” I let out a laugh, which doesn’t please
her at all. She shoots me a look, and then returns her stare to Tanner. She
cocks her head and says, “You are the American model, no?”

    Tanner responds with, “Yes,
ma’am, I am in Germany for work.”

       Then she looks at me and
says, “Who would hurt such a beautiful girl like Jennifer Temple?”

      Tanner interrupts her and
says, “We’d like two for the tour, please, ma’am.” She smiles at him and all I
could think of was when Jim Carey played the female body builder on In Living
Color. I bust out laughing, probably from nerves. She finds nothing about me
funny, but I think Tanner is hot enough to ease things.

      Klaudia says, “You only
need to buy one ticket. I pay for yours.”
      Tanner says, “Thank you, but that’s not necessary.”

      Klaudia smiles and says,
“Maybe you come back and see me sometime?”

      I say, “Perfect, then we
will take one.” We get our tickets and we have about twenty minutes before we
take off on the tour bus. We walk three storefronts down and there is a little
bar, thank God!

     I look at Tanner and he
asks, “Thirsty, babe?”

     I look at my watch and
say, “I know it’s early but fuck it, we are on vacation, right?”

      He flashes me his sexy
smile and says, “Who cares about time. Let’s get driggity drunk!”

     I respond quickly with,
“Fo shizzle.” We walk into the bar and it is cool as can be. The ambience is
incredible in here. There are loads of records on the wall, about thirty
guitars hanging on the wall, and the owner/bartender behind the bar with a
joint in his mouth. Tanner pulls out a barstool for me and we sit down.

      The man extends his hand
and says, “I’m Hanz Burger.”

      Tanner says, “Nice to
meet you, sir. I am Tanner Staff and this is Dylan Brooks.”

      Hanz quietly says, “I
know.” We look at each other like “what the hell.” He smiles and puts up his
dukes, “You are a fighter, huh?”

     I shake my head no and
say, “I’m a lover not a fighter.” We all giggle.

     Hanz asks, “What would you
like?”

     Tanner says, “Don’t
suppose you have Jack Daniels do you?” He reaches under the bar and grabs three
glasses, one for each of us and one for him.

      He pours three shots and raises
his glass. “Here’s to passionate love, great music, and beautiful women.” We
smile and clink our glasses. The Jack tastes like sunshine flowing down my
throat.

      Tanner says, “One more
please.” He pours three and we toast again. I am feeling nice and relaxed now. I
don’t give a crap who knows us and that I knocked that skanky bitch out. In
fact, I am proud of myself! Tanner shakes his hand and we head back to the tour
place. Everybody is boarding the bus already.

      We pick it up to a jog and
Klaudia looks at Tanner and says, “You almost missed it.” Tanner smiles and
like the gentleman he is, helps me onto the bus. He guides me to the open seats
in the back of the bus. The driver is saying something but his English is so
broken it is hard to understand. The door closes and we begin to move. The
drive is about one and a half hours. The Jack is hitting me now, not to mention
the contact high from the weed Hanz was toking.

      Tanner puts his hand on
my face and whispers into my ear, “I’m happy you wore this dress today. You
look gorgeous.” I can’t hide my smile. He kisses my cheek and then turns my
face into his. His lips are so soft but control mine as if I am hypnotized. He
pulls me closer to him, where we the empty row of seats in front of us can
block us. With one hand, he is pulling my face tightly into his and his tongue
is doing things in my mouth that are driving me crazy. I feel his warm hand
slide under my dress and begin squeezing my thigh, not too hard, but hard
enough to send my pussy into frenzy mode. His mouth slides from my mouth and
lands on my neck. As he is slowly licking my neck, his hand is steadily moving north.
I feel his thumb graze my underwear and a moaning sound comes out of my mouth. Not
sure if it’s the fact that he has me craving him so desperately or the alcohol,
but I couldn’t care less about the other passengers right now. I grab his hand
and guide it under my soaking panties. As he glides his finger between my wet
slit, he catches my stare and mouths, “I love you.” His finger slips inside of
me, and he mutes my quiet moans with his tongue. I want him so badly. My
breathing is quick and deep, as is his. Neither of us care that there are
twenty people on this bus with us. As he is slipping in and out of me, I begin
stroking him through his pastel colored Gap shorts. He is rock hard. Tanner
moves my hand from him and whispers in my ear, “I want you to cum for me, right
here.” He begins rubbing my clit while slowly but forcefully fucking me with
his fingers. The electricity is beginning. It starts at the top of my head, and
with every pump of his finger, it travels down my body. He can tell by my
breathing pattern that I am fixin’ to cum. He grabs my head and puts two
fingers in my mouth, silencing me. He mouths, “Cum baby, please. Cum for me.” I
can’t hold out any longer. My pussy clenches his fingers and I can feel the
wetness slide down my thigh. He smiles and as he slides his fingers out of me,
he says, “That’s my girl.” I am speechless. He gently kisses my lips and I lay
my head on his chest. This is indeed a fairytale. Okay, an ‘X’ rated
fairytale…but still a fairytale.

     We spend the next thirty
minutes of the ride staring at the beautiful scenery we are passing. Tanner
turns to me and says, “So, what are you going to do when you get home?”

      I take a deep breath and
say, “I’ll go to Mom’s for the Fourth. Dad and Sophia will be there too, I’m
sure. I don’t know when I get back to Austin. Without you there, I guess I
won’t be doing any gigs. Probably write a lot, pick up some shifts at the bar
if they’ll have me.”

      Tanner smiles and says,
“I think you should play some gigs. You have a beautiful voice, babe. You know
you don’t have to work; I’ll make sure you are financially set. I think you
should write so that when I get home we will have a bunch of new material to
perform.”

      The thought of being home
without him makes me sick. Not to mention the fact that he will be with
Jennifer. I smile and point at the castle on the top of the hill. “Is that the
castle we are going to?”

      He shrugs his shoulders
and says, “Do you think we will see Shrek?” I laugh and tell him what a dork he
is. He says, “You have a knack of switching the subject. Thank you, I don’t
even want to think about it, really.” My eyes fill with tears and I lay my head
back so he won’t see.

Chapter
26

‘Home
for me is wherever you are’

Tanner –

      Getting off the bus
everybody is in awe of the castle, but man, I can’t take my damn eyes off
Lyrics. Her sandy blonde hair is flowing in the wind, brushing against her
face, and those blue eyes…so beautiful. She has no idea how beautiful she is, I
mean, she is stunning. I think the fact that she has no clue or simply doesn’t
care is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.

     When we were in high
school, I always wondered why she never had a boyfriend. She has always been
cute, different, but cute. Thinking about it now, I never had a girlfriend
either. It’s always been she and I. Well, I was a bit of a slut, but no one ever
compared to Lyrics, and I never felt the need to make any of them my girlfriend.
Guess everything happens for a reason.

     As we walk through the
doors, Lyrics grabs my hand and is like a kid in a candy store. Her eyes open
as wide as they can go. The castle guide is rattling off some information and
Lyrics is soaking it in like a sponge. Me, I couldn’t give a crap, of course it
is interesting, but the closeness of the third is consuming my every thought. I
want to enjoy this but really, I want to punch something. I can’t imagine five
months without her. Don’t know how I can even be cordial with Jennifer.

      Lyrics nudges me with her
hip and asks me, “You okay?”

      I smile and whisper, “Yep.
I am just thinking about all the rooms in here and which one we can have sex
in.”

      She raises her eyebrow
and says, “You are all kinds of messed up.” I laugh. I don’t want to spoil her
time with the truth about what’s on my mind, although, it would be awesome to
sneak away from this group! The tour guide begins talking about why this castle
was built and we walk into this room filled with iron weapons.

      Lyrics leans into me and
says, “These remind me of the fetish shop I went to.” My eyebrows raise and my
dick instantly gets hard. A million sexual thoughts run through my mind.

      I lead her over to one
wall that has cuff like things hanging on the wall and ask her, “Did that store
have these?”

      She smirks and says,
“Actually, they did.”

      I tell her, “I would put
your beautiful wrists in these and lock you to a bar that I fastened onto the
wall.” We walk to a wall that has torturous leg spreaders and I say, “Then I
would use these to spread your legs wide open, but not in a painful way.”

      She asks, “Then what?”

      I press her up against
the wall that has whips and I turn her head to the whip right next to her and
say, “With this, I would gently whip your pussy until you were begging me to
fuck you.”

      She pushes her hips into
mine and says, “Let me tell you what I would do to you.” I take a deep breath
because right now I am very tempted to bend her over right here. She is about
to throw me over the edge, I am sure of that! She leads me to ropes that are
dangling off the curtains and says, in the sexiest voice I have ever heard, “I
will tie you up with these so that you cannot move your hands, and then tie
your feet together. When you are unable to move I will drag my tongue over your
delicious body until I find your hard, pulsating cock. I will lick you up and
down, and then take you into my mouth all the way.” I can’t help but to grip her
dress and pull her against me. “Just when you are begging me to free your
hands, I will suck you so hard that you lose your ability to think. You will
beg me to allow you to cum, but I won’t, not yet. I will bring you to the verge
multiple times until finally, I give you permission, and at that point you will
explode in my mouth and I will swallow every single drop of your juice. How
does that sound?”

      For a moment, I am speechless.
When I find myself able to speak, I say, “We need to find a room. I need to be
inside of you, now.”

      She drags her finger
across my chest and says, “Don’t worry babe, you’ll have me soon.”

      I shoot her a devious look
and then pull her against me. I lean in close to her ear and whisper, “You are
a mean, mean woman, but I love it.” She smiles with victory!

      This castle is
ridiculously huge and the guide is making the tour feel long and drawn out. The
scenery outside is beautiful. From the windows, you can see the winding river
Rhine and trees everywhere. Doesn’t seem like this tour is winding down anytime
soon, but I am done with being inside. I take Lyrics’ hand and with my eyes, I
tell her, “Let’s go.” She looks at me as if I am breaking out of prison. I
smile and again give her the ‘let’s go’ eyes. Slowly she begins moving forward
with me. We quietly back out of the room and pick our pace up to a slow run out
of the castle. I point to an area that has a walkover bridge that leads to both
the river Rhine and the forest. “Come on.” I pull her arm a bit.

      Lyrics says, “I don’t
think we are allowed to leave the group.”

      I laugh and say, “It’s
okay, I promise. Don’t worry, I’ll slay any dragon that dares to challenge us.”

      She says, “My knight in
shining armor.” The reality is that I would destroy anything that tried to hurt
my Lyrics, always have, and always will.

      We trot down the path,
which is very long. Once we reach the bottom, we both pause and take in the
natural beauty of this place. It is breathtaking. The river is flowing, trees
are a dark green with hints of light green, and there are bird noises that I
have never heard before. We find a path and carelessly begin to walk. It feels
like we are kids again, kicking rocks, hiding behind trees, and just enjoying
each other.

      Lyrics says, “Stop! We
need to take a picture and send it to Mom. She will love this.” She hands me
her phone, burrows into my arm, and says, “Cheese.” When I hand her back the
phone, she quickly sends it to Mom. We walk for about an hour and then figure we
had better get back before we miss the return bus. This is a memory I’ll never
forget. Right when I am becoming lost in sentimental crap, Lyrics says, “I’m
surprised we weren’t attacked by a bunch of bees with those pastel colored
shorts you have on!”

       I laugh and say, “Want
me to take them off?” She nods yes.

      As I unhook my belt and
begin to unbutton the shorts, she says, “Man, you really are all kinds of
messed up!” Wearing these Gap colors is not for me. I feel like I am a walking
Jordan almond. For me, it’s jeans and a flannel or shorts and a t-shirt. I like
it dark and simple…but they are paying me a whole lot of money so I’ll wear
this with a smile because it is a means for us to be able to write and sing
together.

      We decide to wait on a
bench by the bus for the rest of the crowd to come out. Lyrics places her head
in my lap and lies down as if she has found the most comfortable bed. The way
her dress is dangling off her thigh is painfully sexy.