Chasing Lyrics (Music & Lyrics #1) (6 page)

Chapter
11

‘The
pages of my life have you inscribed throughout.’

Lyrics –

     Our first real date! I
have imagined this day for a zillion years now, and of course, it comes on the
eve of good-bye! I feel my eyes welling up so I shake my thoughts and simply
focus on tonight with him. I bought a white sundress that has red, black, and
gray flowers scattered randomly on the material. It is strapless and has a
tight top with a flowing bottom. To accompany the dress, I bought a pair of red
heels, teardrop earrings, and a very pretty clip for my hair. I want him to
fall over when he sees me! Oh yeah, I also stopped at Victoria Secret and
picked out a pair of black undies and bra…per his request. I have never been so
excited for a date and at the same time experiencing preemptive sadness.

     It is four o’clock as I
jump in the shower. I start thinking about the time when I was in tenth grade
and there was a Mother’s Day celebration. It seemed like everybody had their mom
with them except for me. Tanner walked into the auditorium with his mom and
they came directly to me. On her shirt was a sticker that says, “Mother of
Tanner and Dylan.” This woman has been there for me for every event that a mother
would be at, and then some! I have always felt part of the family but the idea
of being legally part of the family someday, is a completely different feeling.
Just when we finally happen, he is leaving for S.I.X months! I feel like
screaming but I would probably bust a blood vessel in my eye and I’d be too
ugly for him to kiss…and God knows I want to kiss this man…over and over and
over!

     I decide to straighten my
hair and curl the ends, even though the humidity is bound to curl it all up
anyway. I put just a bit of eye makeup on and get dressed. The fashion gods are
with me because everything looks perfect. I pull just the front of my hair back
and let the rest drape down over my shoulders. It is 6:45 and Tanner knocks at
my door. I grab the button down shirt I got him and open the door. He is holding
an amazingly beautiful bouquet of sunflowers, my favorite flowers…of course he
knew that. His eyes open wide and his mouth falls open. He says almost
breathlessly, “Oh my God, you are so beautiful.”

     I blush. He hands me the
flowers, as I walk to set them on my table, I turn around and say, “Mmmm, those
jeans! Really, we don’t have to go anywhere.”

     He smiles and says, “Let’s
go now because in a minute I’m going to take you up on that offer.” He puts the
shirt on and instant dry mouth sets in! His shaggy brown hair always looks
perfect. His eyes are so golden tonight but have a wash of sadness over them. We
head to the door and he turns to me, puts his hands on either side of my face,
and gently kisses me. He takes a deep breath and tells me, “Lyrics, please push
us out this door.” I didn’t really want to but I did.

     He opens my car door and I
climb up into his truck. He gets in and I excitedly ask, “Where are we going?”

     He smiles, grabs my hand,
and slyly says, “You’ll see.” On the drive, he plays a cd that we made about
thirteen years ago. He keeps glancing at me and I can’t imagine what life will
be like without him. What the hell am I going to do? We pull into the driveway
of Chez Nous, the French restaurant that I have wanted to eat at for ages. I
can’t suppress my smile, which makes him grin hugely. We walk in hand in hand. The
maître de escorts us to a corner booth and right away Tanner orders a bottle of
Meursault – Marchand. He breaks off a piece of bread and lathers it in whipped
butter then hands it to me. I swear I want to attack him right now. There is some
butter on his finger so I take his finger, put it in my mouth, and give it a
little bit of a hard suck and swirl…just to get him a bit uncomfortable in those
deliciously fitting jeans. He inhales and says, “Check, please.” We both laugh.
When the waiter arrives to take our order, Tanner says, “We would like to start
with a half dozen Escargot please. We will be splitting the Poisson roti a
l’anis and the Filet de boeuf au poivre, medium rare please.”

     The waiter nods and says,
“Fine choices sir.”

     I smile and can’t believe the
level of sexy that just leaked out of him! As soon as the waiter gets out of
earshot, I ask Tanner, “So, what are we eating?”

     He tells me, “Chilean sea
bass and Pepper crusted beef tenderloin. I googled reviews and they said these
were the two best items on the menu.”

      Holy shit that is sexy! “Wow,
you really are amazing!”

      He gives me a smile that
makes me melt like the warm butter on this bread. “The night is just beginning,
besides, you deserve for it to be perfect!”

      I am completely fucking
speechless! As I open up my mouth to say something very sexy, this comes out
instead, “Tan, I don’t care where we eat; as long as we eat each other it will
be perfect.”

     He almost chokes on his
wine. “Really, eat each other? Hell yea.”

     I must have blushed fifty
shades of red, because I could feel the smoke coming off my cheeks. I say, “Eat
with each other! Well actually, I’ll stick with my first version.”

     Tanner shakes his head,
“Yeah that is definitely better!” Thank God, dinner arrives.

     After the most delicious
dinner we have ever eaten, Tanner pulls onto Sixth Street in downtown Austin and
says, “Let’s dance!” He knows I am always ready to dance. We head into The
White Horse Country Bar and he orders us two whiskeys on the rocks and two
Stella beers. We have always been competitive with one another, so he taps his
glass on the bar and looks at me…I know it’s on! I grab my whiskey and shoot it
back and then my chug my beer as fast as possible without barfing all over this
hot ass dress. He wins! He drinks beer quicker than I do.

     Tanner leans into me,
whispering, “What the fuck am I going to do without you by my side?” He holds
me closely and I can feel the angst he is feeling.

      My heart is breaking and
I want to tell him so badly to stay but that is not what best friends do, they
help build one another up! I kiss his lips, then his cheek, and then put my
mouth to his ear and whisper, “We will call each other, text, and video chat all
the time. I love you and will always love you. Besides, I will get so much
writing done!” Tanner puts his hand behind my neck and brings me into his mouth.
I get lost in his emotions while keeping mine well buried! His other hand cups
my face and his tongue owns my mouth. I start to tear up and my breathing becomes
labored.

     He pulls back and says,
“Baby, please don’t cry, please.” I look up and get control of myself. He
excuses himself and heads toward the restroom. I order us another round but
pound my whiskey before he gets back and then I order another. When he comes
back, we drink our drinks and then he leads me to the dance floor.

     The live band announces,
“This song is from Tanner to his Lyrics.” I almost crap! The band starts
playing Kenny Chesney’s
You had Me from Hello
. We begin to move slowly
and our bodies mold as one. His smell is intoxicating to me and each time his
skin grazes mine, he leaves me with a trail of warmth and tingling. This song
says so much about us, and the fact that he requested it is mind blowing. God,
I love this man of mine. I know how childish it sounds but I believe nothing
will ever tear us apart. True love is forever!

Chapter
12

‘You
are the Lyrics to my song.’

Tanner –

     Holding Lyrics and leading
her as we dance makes me realize how much this girl means to me. She is fucking
everything to me! I take a deep breath and her scent sends chills down my spine.
For so long now I have protected her and made sure that she is fine. How can I
protect her from across the Goddamn world? I would never forgive myself if
something happened to her while I was gone. I want to back out of this stupid
shoot. I want to stay so badly, but I know she won’t let me…this I fully know! The
pain in my body is almost too much to bear; I mean I can’t breathe. This girl, she’s
my homie, my compadre, my love, my life!

     When the song ends, I walk
her back over to the bar and I head back to the stage. The lead singer hands me
the microphone and I look into the crowd and see many faces that I recognize. Many
girls I recognize all too well. I’m super fucken nervous because this is the
first song that I’m singing that Lyrics did not write. I clear my throat and notice
the shock on Lyric’s face, which instantly makes me relax. “This is a song I
wrote last night. I call it
The Lyrics to My Song
.” The crowd applauds
and I start playing the guitar that the house band let me borrow. I’m having a
harder time than I had expected getting through this song without breaking down.
When I finish singing, the crowd goes wild. I look to my right and Lyrics is
climbing the steps to the stage. She has tears pouring down her face as she
wraps her arms around me and I lift her off the ground as her legs embrace my
body. These fucking tears won’t stop flowing. I don’t want to let her go…ever.

     She whispers in my ear, “I’m
pretty sure my ass is totally hanging out of this dress right now. Let’s go
home.” I put her down and fix her dress. I have no doubt what she means by
let’s go home. I weave our hands together and lead her to the car. Neither of
us have the right words to speak, which is fine because we know each other well
enough not to let this be weird. I help her into my truck, putting on a strong
front. When I close the door, I take a deep breath and convince myself I can do
this. I get in and she smiles at me. I can do this. Lyrics says, “That was the
most beautiful song I have ever heard. Thank you so much. When you get home, we
need to put that on stage.” I look at her and I want to ask her to marry me so
badly but I am all too aware of how cliché that would be. Marry me…gone six months…how
lame! I take her hand and trace it with my finger. Maybe I want it etched in my
brain for while I am gone. The ride home is silent but the sadness is concert
level loud!

     When we get into the door
of her apartment, my heart isn’t the only thing pumping hard! I take her purse
and throw it on the couch, push her up against the door and take ownership of
her:  her mouth, her body, and, God willing, her mind. In some sick way, I
think I am claiming her, but the way she does not resist at all reminds me that
I don’t have to, she is already mine. I lift her into my arms and lay her on
the bed. I gently slide her beautiful dress off her and the underwear ensemble
she is wearing mesmerizes me. When I stand up to slide my pants off, I look at
her lying there. This woman takes my breath away. Jesus, she is gorgeous. Her
long blonde hair sprawls out and her milky skin seems to sparkle with the
moonlight that shines in from her window. And those legs, those long curvy legs
that awaken every nerve in my body. I want to taste every inch of this woman, I
want to paint her perfect canvas with my tongue. I take off everything except
for my boxers, and then I make my way to her legs. I drag my hands along the
inside of her thighs, spreading them further apart. She is so smooth, so
delicious. As I taste her skin, she is moaning quietly which is sending me into
a completely new dimension. The black sexy panties definitely deserve my
attention. I rub my thumb over her panties and feel that she is soaking wet,
which makes me instinctually want to fuck the shit out of her. I fight the urge.
I slip my finger under her panties and she begins to buck against my hand. I
rip off her panties. The wetness makes her pussy glisten and I can’t wait
another second. I plunge my finger inside of her and want to fuck her so hard. I
have to taste her right now. As I am licking up her juices with my tongue, the
noises and movements she’s making are driving me crazy. The way her clit balls
up and pulsates is begging me to be relentless and demand her to cum on me. I
slip another finger in and start rubbing her inside as I flick, suck, and lick
every part of her perfect mound. She is moaning aloud, has her fingers locked
in my hair, and yells, “Tanner, oh God. I love you, baby, I fucking love you.” Her
whole body tenses up, the walls throb against my fingers, and I am certain that
the moment my dick gets inside of her, I will explode. I lick all the juices
off her and I am enjoying seeing her bounce as I graze her clit. I need to be
inside of her, buried deep within her, and right now.

     I climb on top of her and
want to live here. The thought of her not being right down the hall from me is
such an uncomfortable thought. I just want to be lost in this moment and never
come out. She reaches down and grabs a hold of my shaft, making me totally
forget what I was thinking. She rubs it up and down her wet slit, and I am
fighting to remember how to breathe.

     She whispers, “You feel so
good.” I thrust myself into her, and the tightness and warmth feels like home
to me. I can’t stop kissing and biting her lip, I mean, her taste is
hypnotizing! She feels so good. I feel her body tensing up against me. I wrap
her up in my arms and am fully inside of her, as deep as I can be. Grabbing her
hips and fucking her so hard, we breathe in unison and speak no words. As I
feel the wetness and pulsing of her orgasm, I can’t help but to cum as well. I
stay inside of her and have tears falling from my nose onto her face. I am
fucking dying inside!

     I have to be at the
airport at 7:30 a.m., so we set the alarm for 6:00 and spend the rest of the
evening touching, talking, kissing, and laughing. Neither of us wants to go to
sleep but we drift off at around 3:00. The alarm turns on at 6:00 and I feel
like taking a bat to it, but I know we have to get up. We shower and I get
dressed. I only have one carry on because The Gap will provide all my clothes. Apparently,
I have to wear only Gap clothing during the whole six months! There is a
tension in the apartment, which we don’t talk about, but the forced smiles say
it all. We embrace in a long hug, and I reassure her that I will be home soon and
if she isn’t here, I will chase her down until I find her and get her in my
arms again. Lyrics says, “Can you at least tell Jennifer that I am super strong
and will break her skinny neck if she touches you?”

     I laugh and say, “Nope, no
need. I only want your hands touching me. Well not just your hands! Your body,
your lips, your tongue, and of course…your…!” Lyrics laughs and we head out the
door.