Lasting Lyric (26 page)

The raw, and scorching gaze from Slim’s eyes are hypnotizing as he takes in a long view of my naked body. The tips of his fingers glide their way down from my breasts, to the opening of my legs. He spreads them further apart, and licks his lips when he sees how wet I am. The aching is so strong, I need his touch desperately. “Please,” I whimper. His wicked half sided smirk sends me overboard. I can’t wait any longer, so my fingers go directly to my clit. The growl that rises from Slim’s throat is sexy as hell. It’s his fault for making me wait. I give my inner self a pat on the back for my accomplishment. So I continue my sin, and rub my fingers along my sensitive nub. He’s loving it. I’m loving it.

Closing my eyes, I tweak one of my nipples as I move my pelvis in a motion that causes tingles to erupt deep inside. Giving a show just for Slim, I find this moment to be so erotic, so sexy. It’s extremely hot. But just as I was getting more aroused, the swipe of a hot, wet tongue enters me down below. I gasp from the intensity, leading me to whimper. The noises that are coming out of my mouth are noises I’d never thought I would ever make. I feel so dirty, so naughty, yet I am
so
very turned on.

In a husky, sexy voice, Slim’s says, “You’re my favorite flavor, Sunshine.”
Goodness, if that just didn’t make me even more horny
!

“I need you. Now,” I urgently tell him. And just like that, his glorifying penis slams into my vagina. The second we connect, he kisses me roughly, and begins having his way with me. It’s exactly what I wanted to happen.

He drives into me, over and over again until I can’t hold out any longer. I clench around his penis, scream out his name, and dig my nails into his back as I climax to oblivion. A minute later, Slim grunts out his own release. Trying to catch our breath, we stay connected. We kiss for what seems like a lifetime because we can’t get enough of one another. I love kissing him. It’s the best thing in the world.

Sadly, my butt cannot take this counter any longer. So Slim carries me to my bed, and wraps us both up in the covers where we cuddle in silence. No longer do I feel the need to get myself a cat. Slim is it. He’s my cuddle buddy for life; the one that takes the fear away, the one who makes everything okay. I can’t ask for anything better.

I get to thinking about my behavior, earlier. Making this horrific situation all about me, I wasn’t thinking how this was affecting Slim. “I am such a fool. Here I was, only thinking of myself, when you’re having a hard time with this too.” I lift up onto my forearm, and place my palm on his right cheek. “I’m so sorry,” I whisper.

He takes my hand, and kisses the inside of it. “No need to apologize, Charlie. Just kiss me, fuck me, and love me. That’s all I want.”
Have mercy me
! What this man does to me. I really don’t deserve him. After laying another deep long kiss on him, Slim hesitantly asks, “Um…you do love me…right?”

Smiling like a goofy adolescent, I answer, “More than the friggin’ planet.” That got a huge smile out of Slim as well. Just the glow in his eyes does things to my heart that no one could ever do. “I guess going slow is taking the high road, huh?”

He lifts me up onto his hard body, and wraps a hand around the back of my head. “Sunshine, we went slow for two years. It’s about time we realized we love each other. In fact, I fell in love with you the first day that I met you.”

“What?”

“Well…subconsciously.”

“That’s what I thought,” I chuckle. “You did not like me.”

“Yes I did, I was just pretending,” he grins like a lying fool.

“Liar.” I just laugh it off, because he is such a dork.

“Whatev. Doesn’t matter anymore. As long as we don’t stop loving each other, I’m all good.”

“Never…you have me until we’re old, wrinkled and shriveled.”

He pretends to shiver. “Givin’ me the heeby jeebies.”

“What, you don’t want to grow old with me?”

“Of course I do, it’s the shriveled up part I’m not liking very much. Shooter isn’t too crazy about being out of service.”

Rolling off his body, I burst into laughter. It’s never a dull moment when it comes to Slim. “Men and their junk.” I grab his hand. “Come on, Hot Stuff, let’s make dinner. I’m starved.”

I try to get us out of bed, when he stops me. “Whoa, wait.” He rolls on top of me and places his hands on either side of my head. Gazing into my eyes with so much deep emotion he tells me, “Love you, Charlie.”

My heart is filled with so much love for him, I can’t contain the words any longer. “I love you too.”

A COUPLE DAYS LATER, BEFORE
we had to go up to LA to do our music video, I finally met Donovan Crow, in the flesh. Back when Lyric was in the hospital, I wasn’t able to get near her room or talk to Donovan, because of his security team. So meeting him in person for the first time wasn’t as bad as I had imagined. He shook my hand, told me thank you for looking out for his daughter, and actually told me he’s listened to the band’s music, and quite enjoyed it. Hellz me, that felt so damn good, I wanted to hug the man, but refrained from doing so. I wanted the man to like me, not think I was a douche. Along with Donovan, Sloane and the lawyer tagged along. Having their support means everything; Lyric’s got a great family, no doubt.

Instead of staying at my house, I’ve been at Lyric’s, and have become quite attached to it. Being right on the beach, I get to see the sunset every night. You can’t beat that. I love it.

Once Donovan enters the foyer, and into the living room, Lyric comes through from the outside deck. We had just finished a late breakfast, cleaning up, when she see’s him. “Dad,” she smiles.

He opens up his arms, and tells her, “Come here.” Without hesitation, she swiftly makes her way into his arms, and receives the comfort she needs. He kisses the top of her head, whispering, “Shh, it’s okay.” She must be crying.

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“I never wanted to cause the family more pain.” I hate hearing her cry. The whole situation sucks balls.

“I told you, none of this is your fault. Both you and Slim were violated. You were behind closed doors, in the privacy of your own home.

Lyric wipes the tears away from her face, and straightens herself from her father’s embrace. I can see she’s trying to keep it together. It’s been tough the last few days. We’ve been waiting for the bomb to hit surface, but it hasn’t happened yet. Now that Donovan is here, I have a crazy intuition it’s going to take place very soon.

“Dad, you need to tell them,” Sloane speaks. Donovan doesn’t look too thrilled with his son right now.

“Tell us what,” I ask. From the look in both their eyes, something is not right. I believe my intuition is correct.

Lyric is just as curious. “Dad, please.”

“Let’s all have a seat,” Donovan sighs. Once we all gather on the sofas, he turns to Lyric, “I’m afraid Violet has fled.”

Holy hellz me.
I bow my head into my hands, this is so fucked up.

She gasps, “What does that mean? Where did she go?”

Why am I not the least bit surprised, the second that bitch didn’t get her way she was going to hightail it?

Donovan drapes an arm around her shoulders. “Lyric, honey…my sister knew you were not going to stoop to her level. She knew I was coming, and left me a letter.”

As calmly as she can, Lyric then asks, “What did the note say?”

Donovan looks to me, Sloane, then back to Lyric and tells her, “She sold the pictures to the highest bidder.”

“Christ,” I mutter under my breath. Having the hopes that maybe Donovan could get to Violet in time, I knew she would sell the pictures off. Soon, things are going to get very ugly.

“So the pictures…they’ll be everywhere,” Lyric says without a question. She understands the repercussions.

I feel a tightness in my chest, like something heavy is laying on top. Doing my best to keep calm, I comment, “This is so fucked up. We need to find her.”

“June’s taking care of that,” Sloane answers. “She told me her brother Rick is a private investigator, and is going to track her down. She says he’s really good at what he does, and won’t get away with this,” he bitterly promises.

Lyric nods her head, but doesn’t seem all that convinced. One glance toward me, and I am suddenly in need of her in my arms. As much as I want to be strong for her, I feel my life is crumbling before me. “Babe, come here.”

The second she’s by my side, I hold her extra close. “Are you okay,” she asks. I can only nod my head. I think she gets that I’m about to freak out, and she’s the only one who can help me not go there.

The lawyer - I forget his friggin’ name - says, “Once they come out, we’ll do everything we can to get them taken down.”

“That’s impossible, you know that,” Lyric comments.

“Not if they want a lawsuit.”

“Dad…what about Mom? Did you tell her?”

“I had to, honey. She’s handling it as well as can be. She knows it’s out of our control when things like this happen. So don’t worry, okay?”

She nods, then shrugs, “It is what it is. Nothing we can do. I need to call your publicity agent, though,” she tells me.

Sloane speaks, “Don’t worry about it. June told me she’s handled everything.”

“She’s a lifesaver,” she sighs. She looks at her dad. “So, this was all a trick…to get you back, and to rub this stunt in your face. She wanted you to come running.”

“I’m afraid so,” Donovan sighs in defeat. “But, believe me, I wouldn’t do it any different. I’m glad Slim told me before I had found out through the internet. That would have devastated me more, you know that.”

“Yes, I do.” She laces her hand with mine, and squeezes. “Just can’t believe that wretched woman was my mother.”

“Lyric, look at me,” Donovan tells her. When she looks at him, he says, “You have always been our daughter. Don’t you ever forget that. Diana never deserved you. Never.”

She sinks further into my side and smiles at her dad, knowing he meant every word he said. I think I like the dude. He’s one stand up man, and takes care of his family.

Let’s just say the last two months have been a whirlwind. Once the pictures came out, Lyric and I were lucky if we could step outside to get a breath of fresh air without being bombarded by the paps. We knew how this was going to go down. We were prepared and decided not to let it affect us. I’m not saying it wasn’t frustrating, annoying as fuck, but we got through it. We went on with our lives like any other professional would do. Not making it a big deal with the public, we made a small statement saying we were indeed in a relationship and happily in love. Period. End of fucking story. And just like the lawyer had promised, we got the pictures taken down and sued the crap out of the one who posted it first - meaning we knew who bought the pictures from Violet. Speaking of Violet, just like Sloane had said, June’s brother caught the bitch. I never wanted to wring someone’s neck as badly as I had wanted to with Violet’s. She made such a mess of our lives, and hurt Lyric. It’s unforgivable, and a dirty way to play. She’s serving time in some women’s facility, and is paying the price. Not sure how long she’ll be locked up, but fortunately it’s for a long while. We can move on, and forget we ever knew the name: Violet Ray.