Chapter 37

Truth

I have no idea how Kat can stand to live out here in the middle of fucking nowhere. It’s a nice town— pretty even—but no clubs, only a couple of bars and both of which belong to her boyfriend. The limousine pulls up in front of Kat’s house. I’m surprised; I thought we were going to Dane’s house. Dave winds down his window and puts in the code to open the gate. It’s not working and he punches the keys harder.

“Dave, man, does it occur to you that she’s changed the code?” I say.

“No, she gave me the new one!”

I climb out of the car, walk to the intercom and push the button. “Yo! My wild, wilderness‐loving, rocker!

Open the fucking gate before Dave breaks the keypad!” I say with fake enthusiasm.

Her front door flies open and she runs across the lawn towards us. That’s our girl, always running full on into anything. I can see some of her Savage Angels behind her, and they don’t look happy.

“Truth! Baby! So good to see you!” she yells.

“Well, let us the fuck in then!” I say with a grin.

She walks to the gate and punches in the codes, the main gate slowly opens but she opens the side gate to let me in. I take two steps and Kat launches herself into my embrace. This woman gives the best hugs; I think it’s because of her height. She just fits into your body well.

“So, my retired rocker, how are you?”

“Fuck that, you know I’m well and you know I’m happy, but why is Dave babysitting you?” She pulls back and looks up at me. “What’s wrong, Truth? Are you ok?”

That’s my girl, straight to the point. “Well, my...Kat, I’m fine.”

“Wow! You suck at lying! Fine, I’ll leave you alone for now but I will find out.” She pushes out of my embrace. “Come on, let’s go get Dave and you can see the modifications I’ve made to my home!” She does look happy as she drags me towards her front door.

“Katarina Saunders! Where’s my hello?” asks Dave with a small amount of impatience.

She laughs and runs to him. Her level of energy never ceases to amaze me. As she hugs Dave, I take her in. Her hair is longer, in fact, I think it’s the longest I’ve ever seen it on her; it’s past her ass and has blonde highlights. She has a tan too and radiates happiness. She’s one of those women that get better looking the older she gets—mind you, she’s only twenty‐eight. I’m pushing thirty and my family life has just gone to hell, so I feel ninety.

“Come on.” Kat grabs us both by the arms. “Come see what I’ve done! You’ll love the studio, Truth! I built you a little podium so you can sing from it and I got you a present!” She shrieks the last word. Kat is the only woman I know who more than loves presents, I mean, you can give her a fucking chocolate bar and so long as you say it’s a present, she’ll be stoked. She also loves giving presents; they are always over the top and too much but she never cares. You can tell she wants you to be happy because she normally tries really hard to find you what you absolutely want. She is more than generous and over the years, I have discovered it’s just one way for her to show you that she loves you.

Dave is, of course, just happy to be in her presence. He has always thought of her as his daughter. Even when I first joined the band, he made it clear that I was to stay away from his Princess. It’s funny; I never really looked at her that way. Don’t get me wrong, she’s five foot four of hotness but I felt it in my bones that it would wreck our relationship. It’s nice to have a little bit of sexual tension. I know she’d never go there but it’s fun to try.

We are dragged into what was her living room. It’s been completely remodeled into a studio. The booth where we perform is amazing.

“I had to replace the glass on that wall but apart from that, this room was really easy to convert!” says Kat.

“How come you didn’t cover it up?” I ask

“What and lose the view? Are you crazy?” She laughs.

“I see your point, now...where’s my present?”

Dave raises his eyebrows at me as she runs away to find it. When she leaves the room he says, “You ok?”

“Yeah, man. You didn’t need to bring me; I’m fine, really!”

“No you are not,” Dave says in a firm tone. “She’ll be good for you. She brings out your good side.”

I nod; it’s true, she has a way about her that makes me shine. I can’t deny it. “Yeah, she does.”

“She does what?” Kat bounds back into the room and holding a guitar. She thrusts it at me and I take it.

“Kat, is this what I think it is?” I ask as I smile at her.

“Yep! Wasn’t easy to find and I had to do a lot of begging, but I knew how much you wanted it, so I got it for you,” she says as she bounces up and down on her feet.

She’s managed to get me my hero’s guitar. When I started playing in my hometown there was an old guy who taught me everything. His name was Samuel Goldsmith and he was a mentor to me; he played gigs around my hometown. He never made it big—never wanted to—but his guitar playing was sublime. When he died, I was promised his guitar but he didn’t put it in his will and his family said they would sell it to me but wouldn’t give it to me. By then, I had made it big with the Grinders, so they asked for a million dollars. I could have paid that but it was the principle, they knew he wanted me to have it. I said no I wouldn’t pay and then a year later, I contacted them and they said they sold it in a garage sale. I was devastated. I should have just paid for it in the first place. Kat went through it all with me so she knew how much I wanted it.

“But, how? It disappeared; how the fuck did you track it down?” I ask with disbelief.

“Oh, honey, they knew who bought it. They were mad at losing their million dollars. Fuckers. The youngest son Dylan told me who had it. The man was Samuel’s friend, and he owned a bar that Samuel played in. He didn’t want to sell but when I told him it was for you, he gave it to me. But it comes with strings.”

“What kind of strings?” I ask and Dave chuckles.

“I promised that we would play at his bar one night. I told him he couldn’t advertise it, that we’d just all drop in and jam for a night. And I promised him you’d play that guitar in honor of Samuel.”

“You got a good deal.” Emotion floods my voice.

She tries to hug me while I hold the guitar. “Oh, honey, I’d do anything for you, you know that right?”

I smirk at her and say, “Anything, my Teasing Temptress?”

Dave steps in and says, “That’s enough of that. Now, Princess, I’m tired. Are we staying here?”

She holds my gaze as she says, “No, we are staying at Danes.” Then she grabs Dave’s hand and says, “But before we go, you haven’t said what you think of the studio. I think it’s great and I’ve been helping Dan Kelly to produce his album. He’s staying here at the moment; he’s fired his management team and they stupidly released him. Dave, he’s going to be huge, but don’t tell him I told you that, his ego is big enough!”

I watch as Dave’s eyes twinkle at the thought of new blood. His smile grows bigger as he says, “Your studio, my Princess, looks good but as we all know, it can look good but if it can’t hold a tune it won’t last.”

“Are we talking about my studio now or something else?” asks Kat.

He chuckles at her and kisses her forehead. “You have done an amazing job; I am impressed, especially with the equipment, and I bet it’s cost you a pretty penny no doubt.” He puts his arm around her waist and says, “Now, take me to Dan Kelly.”

I am left with Samuel’s guitar, so I walk into the booth and plug it in. I don’t realize I have an audience as I play Heaven; I have my eyes closed, lost in my thoughts of Samuel and what he meant to me. The guitar is not a particularly good one but I can play Heaven in my sleep. I am thankful to Kat for retrieving a childhood memento. Samuel would be pleased. As I come to the end of Heaven, applause fills the room. I look up and see two women standing there with three of the Savage Angels.

I grin up at them and say, “What would you like to hear?” 

One of the Savage Angels says, “Enter Sandman by Metallica.”

“Does anyone play drums? It’ll sound better with drums,” I say.

One of the women comes into the booth. She must be five foot eleven, and she’s wearing a pair of those denim shorts that leave nothing to the imagination and a singlet. Her hair is shaved off and she has a tattoo near her left eye. It looks like a music note.

She smiles at me and says, “I play a little. It’ll be an honor to play with you, Truth.”

I smile at her. A fan, and a good‐looking fan at that; today just got better. “Well, let’s see how you play.”

I start then she comes in with the drums and damn she’s good. She sits with her legs apart and she’s not wearing any underwear. My cock is hard; I can’t take my eyes away from her pussy. I have my back to our small audience so they can’t see what has me hypnotized. When we get to the end of the song, she licks her lips and my cock strains against my jeans. I am thankful I have the guitar in front of me.

Our audience claps and as I turn around, she comes up beside me, grabs my hand and holds it over our heads and yells, “Woooo-hoooo! I just played with Truth from the Grinders!” Oh, she’s played with me all right and I intend to play with her. It’s been a while since I’ve fucked someone.

“Well, my Delicious Drummer, you can play!” I say with a smirk.

“Oh, Truth, you have no idea.”

I hope to God that I am reading her correctly. Kat, Dave and—I assume—Dan Kelly clap as well. I do a bow and so does my drummer.

“So I see the guitar works well!” says Kat as she stares at my drummer.

I drawl at her, “You have no idea.” A smile creeps across my face.

“Truth, your drummer is Amy and this is Sandy.” She points at Dan and says, “Sandy is Dan’s sister and Amy plays drums in Dan’s band. We are thinking of calling them Dark Ink. And you know the brothers, don’t you?” asks Kat.

“Yeah, we’ve met before.” I give them a chin lift. Sandy is cute. Little bit mousy for my tastes; she has dark hark that is up in a ponytail and she’s curvy. She’s obviously nervous as she can barely look at me. Dan puts his arm around her and gives me a look. I smile; it’s nice that her big brother is protective. I look at Amy.

“So, where are you staying?”

Before she can answer Dan says, “She’s staying here with me and Sandy.”

I can tell from his tone and posture that he’s trying to look out for his girls, but Amy is mine. I nod at him and look back at Amy. “You want to come to Dane’s house and have a look around?” I smirk at her.

She moves her head up and down so quickly it looks like a bobble doll. Yeah, I’m reading her correctly; she’s up for some fun!

“Sounds cool. I’d like that, I’d like that a lot,” says Amy.

“Ok then, those who are coming, come, those who are staying, stay. But let’s get on the road, I’m tired,” says Dave.

“Kat, can I leave my present here?” I ask

“Sure, honey, I made a special spot for it on the wall at the back. Go look, you’ll find it.”

I put the guitar away and walk towards Amy, grab her hand and say to the rest of them, “Later. Have a good one.”

I rub my thumb across her knuckles and open the limousine door; she climbs in, followed by Kat. Dave walks around the other side and before I climb in Dan says, “What time will you have her back?”

“Not sure, but I’ll see she arrives home safely. Have a good night.” I give him a wink.

The trip to Dane’s house is not a long one. When we pull up in the driveway, Dane is there with a very pretty woman in a wheelchair. She has bandages on her feet and hands and she looks like she’s in a hospital gown. From the scowl on her face, she isn’t happy.

We all climb out and Kat walks to the woman in the wheelchair and crouches down to her level. “Hello, Emily, it’s so nice to meet you. I’m Kat, are you ok?”

“I’m fine. Could you please take me to the cottage that is equipped to handle a wheelchair?” Her tone is cold.

“Of course, I’ll just—”

“No, Kat, she is not going to one of the cottages, she’s staying here in the house,” says Dane with more than a little bit of irritation.

Kat stands up, squares her shoulders and says, “Dane Reynolds, this is your sister and she is obviously very upset. She is injured and she wants to go to a cottage. Now go and find the keys to it before she decides she wants to go back into town.”

Dane looks up to the heavens, looks back at Kat, shakes his head and goes inside. Kat turns back around and crouches down to Emily.

“Honey, he means well. You need to give him time. Although, looking at you it should be the other way around. What happened to you?”

Dane walks back out onto the verandah and hands Kat the keys. “Kat, could you please take Emily to the cottage and I’ll make sure everyone else is settled.”

“Dane, my boy, I can see to myself. I’ll take the same room that I always have, yes? And it’s good to see you. Black T‐shirts really look good on you,” says Dave as he makes his way into the house as if he owns it.

I wink at Dane and say, “Dane, do you know Amy?” He nods and I continue, “She’ll be staying with me for a while.” He gives me the barest of smiles then looks in the direction of Kat and his sister. I have no idea what’s going on and right now, all I want to do is fuck this woman. My cock needs to be released.

“So, Amy, want to see my room?”

She smiles at me and says, “Lead the way.”

I pick up my suitcase, grab her hand and practically run up the stairs. When we arrive at my room, I open the door and push her inside.

She begins to laugh. “So, I thought you were taking me on a tour of the house?” she says as she smiles smugly and walks around the room. I shut the door, put my suitcase down and stalk towards her. She backs up against one of the walls and smiles at me.

I put a hand on either side of her head and push my body up against hers. “I like the ink on your face. Tell me, amorous Amy, do you have anymore?”

Her breath catches. “Anymore what?” she whispers.

I grin and stare at her mouth. “Anymore ink? Or should I look for myself?”

She moves her head forward so she can whisper into my ear, “How about you look for yourself?” Then she sucks on my earlobe.

I chuckle and say, “Let the games begin.”

I move my hands down to her breasts and brush over both her nipples with my thumbs. She gasps. I love it when they respond to me. I kiss her neck and then suck. I like the taste of her; she’s slightly salty. She moans as I reach down, grab the hem of her black singlet and pull it up over her head. I step back and look at her.

“No ink?”

She smiles. “I was going to have my head done but chickened out and just got the music note. That’s why I have a shaved head. It’s normally a little longer than this,”

“You wear it well. Baby, I am covered in ink. Let’s move this to the bed.” I move backwards. She takes a step towards me and stops; I keep going until my knees hit the bed. I look at her crotch and lick my lips. “Come here.”

She reaches around and undoes her bra, letting her full breasts loose. She bends forward slightly as she undoes her shorts and I watch her breasts sway freely as she pushes the skimpy scrap of denim over her hips, letting it drop to the floor. My cock is hard thinking about what I am going to do to her. I stare at her, enjoying the show, but she’s not moving.

“Amy, I said come here.” This time I am more forceful.

Slowly she walks towards me and smiles. “I like to be dominated and told what to do, can you do that?”

“On your knees and take off my boots,” I say, not taking my eyes off her crotch. She hesitates so I say

aggressively, “Do it now.”

She kneels in front of me and takes off my boots. Her hands are on my thighs and my cock can’t take being trapped in my jeans a moment longer.

I stand and say, “Undo my jeans.” She struggles with my belt but eventually removes it then she stands and doubles it over and snaps it in front of my face. “Jeans!” I say a little more loudly.

She steps towards me and begins undoing my jeans. I knead her breasts as she’s freeing my cock. She pulls my jeans down and takes my underwear at the same time. When she gets to my knees, I sit down; my cock is erect and I need to fuck her now.

“Straddle me.” She looks at me and traces the tattoos on my shoulders with her fingertips.

“You have so many tattoos; you hardly have any space left,” she says and then she grasps my cock. I close my eyes as she begins to stroke it up and down. “Condoms. Do you have any?”

I open my eyes and smile. “In my suitcase; front pocket.” I watch her walk to my suitcase; she has a nice ass. Then she bends over, giving me a full view of her pussy. I grab my cock and begin to stroke myself.

“Stop. That’s my job.” She walks back to me, opens the foil wrapper and places the condom in her mouth.

She kneels in front of me then with her mouth and hands she places the condom on my cock. I lay back as she sucks and uses her tongue on the sensitive nerves near the tip. I reach down and grab her—the stubble on her head feels weird to touch but I like it—I move her up and down, enjoying all the different sensations. I don’t want to blow in her mouth but it feels so good.

“You keep doing that and I’m not going to last long.” She stops sucking me and I feel her lips on my stomach as she licks her way up to my nipples, both of which are pierced. I feel her tongue play with my piercings but I am way past slow lovemaking.

“Straddle me, now.”

“Not yet.”

I sit up and flip us so I am on top. “You said you like to be dominated. Do as you are told,” I say with a growl.

“But I’m not there yet.”

“Baby, from the moment you sat down at those drums I have been hard. I’ll get you there but first I need to fuck you and I’m going to do it hard and fast. You said you liked to be dominated, so spread your legs

´cause I’m going to fuck you.”

I kneel between her legs, spread them and push her knees up. The tip of my cock is at her lips and I slowly push myself into her pussy. She gasps as my cock slides into its hilt. She’s tight and slick and I begin to pound into her. I am not gentle; my only thought is to reach my own orgasm. I let out a growl when I see her watching me go in and out of her slick, tight, cunt.

“I’m going to flip us and you are going to ride me.”

I manage to keep us joined as I roll onto my back and my cock stays in as far as it can go. She rolls her hips but it’s not fast enough so I grab them and begin to move her faster.

She moans—she must like this position—but this isn’t about her so I stop moving her hips and say, “On your knees.”

She opens her eyes and I can see desire there. “I’m so close, please.”

“On your knees,” I say with a growl.

She isn’t happy about it but she dismounts and goes to her knees.

“Move so you are near the edge of the bed,” I say. My balls are screaming at me. While she shuffles back, I stand and when she reaches the edge, I thrust inside her. She cries out and I keep pounding into her, faster and faster. I grip her hips and admire her ass as I do it.

The orgasm hits me and I hold her against my cock as I explode. I ride the wave and when it subsides I say, “On your back and spread your legs.” I wait until she is in position and then I say, “Grip your knees.” She is completely open to me and I let my hand cup her core as I slowly move my fingers, finding her sweet spot. She begins to grind against my hand, so I stop.

“Please,” she begs. 

“Will you stay the night?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Will you do as you are told?” I rub her sweet spot again.

She moans, “Oh, yes.”

I bend down between her legs and suck on her clit, she gasps and grabs my head. I use my tongue on her and push two fingers inside her. She grinds into my face and her moans become louder. Then she stops moving; I continue to use my fingers and tongue at an increased speed as she starts to shiver all over and she chants, “That’s it, that’s it, that’s it!”

I feel her spasm around my fingers as her orgasm hits. I continue to work her until she pulls me away. I wipe my face on the bed and make my way up her body, covering hers with my own. I kiss her, our tongues entwine and I frame her face with my hands.

“Thank you,” I say and truly mean it.

“For what?” she says.

“For trusting me not to hurt you. For letting me use your body and for agreeing to my terms.” Her face lights up and she kisses my nose.

“I thought you were going to fuck me and not satisfy me. I think I should be the one thanking you.” I chuckle at her and she starts to trace patterns on my back with her fingertips.

“I think we need to shower. Then fuck some more, eat, and then start all over again,” I say as I roll off her and stand up. I walk towards the bathroom then stop at the door and look at her. She’s up on one elbow as she stares at my body. “What?”

“How many tattoos do you have?”

“A lot. You can count them all if you like. Now, my little dove, get your ass into the shower. You scrub my back and I’ll scrub yours.” I grin at her and walk into the bathroom.