Her Younger Man (A Country Music Romance): a Renny and Rachel Romance (7 page)

CHAPTER  ELEVEN

I didn’t see much of Toronto during our ride to the hotel since Renny started kissing me the minute the cab door closed. I have no idea what the cab driver thought but I’m sure he’s seen it all before. Still, in public, my uneasiness with the age difference reared its ugly head. I hoped in the late evening light the driver hadn’t had a chance to register how much older I was than the man exploring my mouth with his tongue.

Then I did the absolute worst thing a woman can do when being thoroughly kissed by her lover, I started crying. Renny pulled back, a quizzical look on his face. “What? Did I bite you?”

“Not this time. I’m …”

“I’m sorry Rachel. I just started mauling you. I didn’t even ask how you are, how the flight was. I am a Nazi, sexist, pig dog, I know.”

I laughed hearing him use one of my phrases. I can’t remember when I called him that. Maybe during the Fight of the Panties. He had remembered it so I guess that was good. What writer doesn’t want her words remembered?

“You are not … any of those things. I’ve just been wound up and tired and tense and…”

“Well, baby girl, you have come to the right place. Easing tension is one of my minor talents.”

“Is it? I’ll hold you to that.”

And I did.

As soon as we entered his room, I dropped my purse and Renny dropped my overnight bag as he grabbed me and pinned me against the now locked door. It was page 11 of
The Godfather
all over again. (As a teenager I had read the door sex scene from that book over and over.) I found that it is easier removing each other’s clothing standing up. True to form Renny was commando under his jeans and I wasn’t much better. I had gone to this great little sex store in Portland called SheBop and bought the best lacy undies I could find. I wasn’t to be outdone by all the girls in his audience. He wanted panties, he was getting panties.

He removed everything but them and then knelt in front of me for a closer look. There is something about being licked thru silky panties that does me in. It’s such a tease. I squirmed with pleasure and tried to remove them for him. Oh no, he wasn’t having that. Instead he picked me up (you heard me – dude is strong!) And plopped me face up on the luxurious, gigantic bed. He then kneeled on the floor and began applying his kissing talents to the lower parts of my anatomy.

He wasn’t just down there doing his ‘duty’ he was having a tremendous time. He started a few inches below my panties, licking and nibbling on my inner thighs, each flick of his tongue coming closer and closer to the Promised Land. Then the fingers got going and I was treated to a whole new level of anticipation.

The panties finally gave way to his tugs and pulls and his mouth was exploring my valleys and hills. I had a brief moment of fear as I realized I had quite the bushy bush going on down there. Caroline had given me a card for her waxing specialist and told me most men love the clean feel and look of a pre-pubescent girl. Um, no one is ripping my pubic hair out with wax. No thank you. Now I hoped I hadn’t made a big mistake.

My hairiness didn’t slow Renny down. He buried his aquiline nose deep into me and inhaled as though I was the nectar of the gods. I gave up worrying and let myself sink into the moment.

A huge cry tore from my chest and echoed through the room as I traveled to another time and dimension. We were on the 17
th
floor but I knew the people checking in at the lobby had heard me and wondered if the place was collapsing.

To say I was no longer tense or nervous would be ludicrous. I would NEVER be tense again. Damn! This man could make more money doing this than his music.

When I came back to earth he was beside me, grinning like a goon and pressing something very large and very stiff into my side. I was experiencing multiple aftershocks of various depths when he slid into me. I needn’t have practiced all those vaginal muscle exercises because my body was naturally doing them for me. I felt so guilty because it didn’t take him long to climax and I hadn’t done anything but lie there and moan. I guess it was enough. I swore that as soon as I got control of my limbs again I was going to make it up to him. I wanted to make him bring down the lobby ceiling. Fair is fair.

Turned out he thought it was a very good idea.

So I did. And he did.

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I woke up as light crept in through the curtains with an urgent need to pee. I raced to the bathroom, peed for what seemed like an hour and drank three glasses of water.

When I returned to the bedroom Renny was lying with one leg under the covers but the glorious rest of him on full display. I slid down trying to be gentle so I wouldn’t wake him. Man had worked hard last night and needed his rest. Besides, I wanted to look at him, undisturbed and in the light.

He was beautiful. Every part of his body was new and amazing. The planes of his face relaxed into a sleepy grin (yes, he even smiled in his sleep) and eased the lines around his eyes and mouth. His skin was a light brown, kissed by the sun, I think they call it, with stubble forming as I watched. I didn’t even know that I had longed for a moment like this; the permission to admire my lover’s body without shame, anticipation or urgency. To just drink Renny in was almost as satisfying as all the love-making. I have to repeat it again because no other word comes close to describe him; beautiful, he was beautiful.

I found my fingers drifting to his arms. I just wanted to feel the light sprinkling of hair there. It caught the light in an entrancing way and I couldn’t help myself. If I didn’t touch this man soon I would surely burst.

I moved my hand to stroke his curly, dark chest, my hand drifting down to that wonderful wisp of hair that lingered on his belly. And then there was the ‘boys’. Nestled in their furry nest they looked innocent and approachable. Can someone be rugged and graceful all at the same time? Can someone be smooth, tender and mischievous while they’re asleep? Yup, they can. If they are Renny Taylor.

A sleepy voice startled me out of my worshipful reverie.

“If you’re gonna touch me girl, touch me. “

I looked up. His eyes were still closed but he sported a slight but crooked smile.

I moved my hand closer up his leg and stroked his inner thighs, making sure that I brushed the boys just a little bit here and there. He responded in a most satisfying way but didn’t make a move. Oooo, my own personal Ken doll! Yes!

I took my time making my way to the main event and by the time I firmly grasped his penis in my hand he was wiggling and breathing hard. I didn’t say a thing but added a few licks to inside his thighs just to drive him further insane. After what he’d done to me last night payback was due.

I had to admire his restraint as I took his hardness into my mouth and licked without moving.

“You’re torturing me Rachel. What the hell?”

I moved my mouth down and up just once, tightening my jaw just slightly.

“Arrrr… you are a she-devil woman. Suck it or leave me alone.”

“You don’t get to give my lessons in cock-sucking Mr. Taylor. I believe I do know what I’m doing in this department.”

Then I proceeded to prove my expertise. I am very good at bringing men to the brink and then pulling back. I had practice after all. There is something to be said for experience over youthful exuberance, if I do say so myself.

When he was finally squirming uncontrollably, I quit. I lay down next to him and grinned.

“Why hello Mr. How did you sleep?”

“You have to be fucking kidding me.”

“I’m not sure what you mean Mr. Taylor. I am always deadly serious.”

“You want serious, I’ll give you serious,” he practically screamed as he rolled on top of me and jammed his cock into my wet and ready abyss. He meant business and I was loving it! I still have it! 15 years hadn’t made the skills rusty at all. Just like riding a bicycle. If the bicycle is giving you a powerful fucking.

It didn’t take long for him to top the summit. He lay on top of me shuddering and flopping around like a landed fish. It would have been comical if I wasn’t so turned on.

I wrapped my arms around him and stroked his back and lovely plump buttocks. He was silky. He was gleaming. He was in my bed. He was all mine. For now.

After a few minutes of saturated basking he raised up on his arms, looked me dead in the eye and said, “Yes, ladies and gentlemen, she writes, she wins Pulitzers and she gives mind- shattering blow jobs! Who is this multi-hyphenate?”

“I won’t be anyone if you don’t get off me. I love having you for my very own blanket, but, for a skinny man, you weigh a ton.”

He laughed. No, more like a guffaw but he pulled up on his arms higher allowing me to breathe again.

“That was a masterly performance Ms. Drake but I do believe you have not been properly paid for it.”

He slid down my body and pushed my legs apart.

Payback was definitely sweet.

CHAPTER  TWELVE

We languished in bed for an hour before ordering breakfast. I didn’t think I was hungry for anything but Renny but when the food came I was suddenly ravenous. Sex uses a lot of calories. Time to carbo-load. After all I was going to be here for two more days. I would definitely need the energy.

As we were sitting around the table eating, Reade knocked on the door.

“Bro, what’s up? We need to go, man.”

“Shit,” Renny mumbled as he opened the door letting Reade in. I instantly became aware of my undressed state under the fluffy hotel robe which I had carelessly tied. I pulled it closer and tried to cover most of my body. I didn’t even think about my cellulite, bumpy legs and wobbly arms around Renny but I was so uncomfortable to be found here, in this condition, by Reade. I had only met Reade once and I wasn’t sure if Ren had told him anything about me, or us. By Reade’s casual greeting of “Oh, hey Rachel,” I surmised I had been discussed. Either that or Reade was used to finding women in Renny’s room. Either way, I didn’t like it.

“Ren, bro, did you forget?”

“What?”

“Adam texted you about 20 times last night.”

Adam was their road manager. I had met him very briefly in Portland.

“Sorry. Phone was … out of commission.”

Reade sat down and grabbed the rest of Renny’s toast and talked while he chewed. “Shit. Get in the shower boy, we got a huge interview with Toronto’s top radio station in about ten minutes.”

“Can’t you go without me,” Renny said, cocking his head my way. “I’m kind of busy.”

“That’s fine Renny,” I said. “I’ll go sightseeing. I’ve never been here before so that will be great.”

Renny came over and gave me an awkward hug before whispering in my ear “Or you could just stay here and relax until I get back. Then I’ll show you my favorite parts of Toronto.”

“Renny, God Damn it, stop romancing your woman and get a move on. You reek, bro.”

Renny ran into the bathroom and within seconds the shower was on. Reade had called me “your woman”. Was that what I was? Was I Renny’s ‘woman’. Feminist though I am, that sounded too good to be true.

“So how’s the baby?” I asked Reade.

He pulled out his phone and showed me new pictures that, frankly, looked just like the old pictures. It had only been a couple of weeks after all.

Still, I cooed and told him she had grown so much, etc. I don’t really like babies. They’re so immature.

“How long you here for, Rachel?” Subtle, Reade.

“Just the weekend.”

“Ah, too bad. The concert on Monday is going to be sick.”

“Ah... great.” Sick? Young-speak or just Reade-speak? Who knew? I needed to watch more MTV or something. Maybe while Renny was gone I’d take advantage of the free cable and catch up on my hipness lingo.

I thought Reade had more to say but Renny jumped out of the bathroom dripping wet, towel around his shoulders but nowhere else. I don’t think he had any idea what his naked body does to me, he’s just so comfortable wearing it.

He threw on the jeans lying by the door, no underwear, as usual, and grabbed a shirt from the closet.

“Let’s go,” he motioned to Reade who drank the last gulp of Renny’s coffee.

“See ya, Rachel, “Reade muttered as he speed through the door playfully punching Ren in the stomach as he passed him.

“Idiot.” He turned back to me mouthing the word, “Stay.”

“Yes, master,” I replied and then did my best
I Dream of Jennie
head bob. I don’t think he had any idea of what I was doing by the puzzled expression on his face. Not his generation. Ah well, that was bound to happen. I just hope it didn’t happen too much.

I lazed around for a couple of hours before I discovered the Jacuzzi bathtub. Why hadn’t Renny told me about this? Taking a bath took up another hour and then I fell asleep.

When I woke the sun was definitely setting. Where was Renny? Had he come back and seen me sleeping and left again? Shit! It was his fault I was so tired. I just hoped he hadn’t thought that the old lady needed her sleep after an arduous work-out.

I looked at my phone and saw a text from Renny
. Have to go to the venue for sound check. Sorry. I’ll make it up to you. Promise.

Well, that was better than what my twisted insecurity had concocted.
I really have to start being better to myself. Is there anyone who would talk to me like I did? Except Marlene, of course
. I picked up the phone and ordered a grilled cheese sandwich and a coke plus a gigantic piece of chocolate cake. I’d rather have Renny but cake is a great consolation.

As I sat down to eat someone knocked on the door. I knew it wasn’t Ren so the room service guy must have forgotten something. I opened the door and was surprised to see Reade standing there.

“Hey,” he started.

“Hey. Where’s Renny?”

“He got caught at the venue. Some trouble with the piano so he’s waiting for the tuner to show. He’s totally OCD about the piano. Can I come in?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Thank goodness I had put on some clothes after my bath.

Reade came in and sat at the table. “Wow that smells good.”

“Here,” I said, sitting and then handing him half the sandwich. “Help yourself.”

He did, wolfing it down in a split second. “I can order another one for you,” I told him. Why not, it was all on their tab.

“No worries, that’ll hold me,” he answered as he tucked into the fries.

We ate in silence for a few moments before curiosity got the better of me. “Did Renny tell you to keep me company? I assure you I am fine by myself. I’m pretty simple, a 5-star hotel, Jacuzzi tub, room service and cable TV is all I really require.”

“He wanted me to check in, yeah, but I wanted to talk to you. Alone. Just me and you.”

“Okay.” This didn’t bode well.

“I really like you Rachel. We all do.”

“That’s good. I like you too.” Maybe I wouldn’t after he told me what was on his mind.

“Good, that’s good, it’s just that I’m a bit worried about Ren. I can read him pretty well, twin thing and all.”

“Okay.”

“I’m sure he’s told you about Jasmine and how that all ended.”

“No, not really. It hasn’t come up.” Other things had but not that.

“It was a pretty bad scene. Ren took it really hard.”

“And you’re worried I’m a rebound.”

“Kind of. I mean… you’re great, like I said, but  ...”

“I’m not exactly what you had in mind for Renny’s new girlfriend.”

“It’s not you.”

“Yes, it is.”

“I mean, it’s not your personality. I can see why Ren’s infatuated. You’re not like any of the women who hang around us all the time. You’re more like … “

“Jasmine?”

“Yeah, she was smart and had depth. Like you.”

“Except she was closer to his age, is that it?”

“Yeah. It is a little weird don’t you think? I mean, you’re what, 60?”

“58.”

“So you see what I mean.”

“No, not really. If I were a man and Renny the woman, would my age matter?”

“Not as much, sure. But see, it’s different ‘cause, you see, Renny’s always wanted a family. That was one of the reasons he and Jas busted up.”

“You’re afraid if Renny falls in love with me he won’t find anyone the proper age and he’ll never have children. And then he’ll regret it.”

“See, you’re the best. I told Garrett you’d understand.”

“So you and Garrett discussed this?”

“We both want to see Ren happy and he really likes you, I can tell. You guys have a great connection. Ren’s always been attracted to the brainy girls but, really, where can it go.”

“Reade. It’s been two weeks. Not all women are planning their wedding after a first date.” Which, we had technically never had in any case. “We’re just getting to know each other.”

“I told Garrett it was just for fun but he seemed to think it was more serious. I’d hate to see either of you hurt.”

“So you took it upon yourself to remind me of the huge problem standing between us and happily ever after.”

“Yeah. Kinda.”

“Thanks so much. You have made this whole awkward situation so much easier. Thanks for coming and eating my lunch and letting me know where you and Garrett weigh in on my relationship with your brother.”

I stood and walked to the door making it clear that it was time for him to go. He grabbed one last fry and followed me. He turned at the door. “We really think you’re great Rachel. We do.”

“That makes me feel so much better, I assure you. These old aching bones need a pick-me-up now and then.”

“Now, you’re upset. I’m sorry. Just … make Renny tell you about his divorce. I think you’ll understand our concerns a bit …”

“Goodbye Reade,” I said as I slammed the door in his face.

I didn’t know if I was angry, humiliated or scared. Probably a mish-mash of all three. I paced the room trying to process everything Reade had said. What did Renny’s divorce, which was over 2 years ago, have to do with our relationship? I had not gotten to the point of thinking about any kind of future with Renny. Much. I was reveling in the moment. Maybe I hadn’t wanted to think about a future with him because deep down I knew there was no future with him. This was all fun and games until he found Ms. Right and then it would be good-bye Rachel, hello new family.

Of course. That made sense. Nothing about our attraction was about making sense. There was almost a chemical charge when we were both in a room and I had never felt that before, not in all my love affairs and marriages. Not in one-night stands or live in loves. This was a once in a lifetime bond. But was that true for Renny too? Maybe I was just a lonely, pathetic woman way past her prime trying to cling to some vestige of youth. Maybe this was my last fling.

My head hurt, so I sat back down to my lunch, what was left of it. When in doubt, eat cake.