Kelsey Martin

A few weeks had passed since the first night I stayed with Matt. My entire life had pretty much done a backflip and yet everything seemed right with the universe. I’d stayed at his place almost every night, to the point where I had my own toothbrush there.

I wasn’t sure how he did it, but he’d managed to shrink down the huge cloud of doubt that’d hovered in my brain for as long as I could remember. We were pretty much inseparable sans the two times I went with Jenny to do wedding-planning stuff and when I had to work.

“You ready?” Matt walked around the corner into his living room.

A black Led Zeppelin Swan Song T-shirt clung tight to his chest and biceps.

“Your shirt is a little small.” It was hot as hell, to be honest, but Matt didn’t need the ego boost—though I found myself pretty certain he was already aware.

“What are you talking about? Fits me perfectly.” He grinned.

I rose from the couch and flashed him a playful stare.

“It’s my lucky shirt. Got it in high school. Don’t judge me.”

I reached my hands up toward the ceiling and yawned. Matt’s house threatened to make me the laziest person on the planet. His television was gigantic and I was pretty sure he had every good movie known to mankind ready at the press of a button.

“You’re one to talk.” He walked toward me and looked down at my stomach.

I glanced to where he stared and noticed my Dead Weather tee had risen above my jeans, showing off some of my stomach. “Women’s shirts are supposed to fit this way. Is yours a women’s size?”

His hands gripped me around the waist and he kissed my forehead. “I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I never checked.”

I traced the letters of Led Zeppelin with a finger. His chest and shoulders were about twice as wide as my own, and my hands constantly explored them.

Matt stepped back. “We need to go.”

“What?” I reached out and put my hands on his pecs again, where they belonged.

He narrowed his eyes at my hands. “You know where this always leads.” His face lit up. “And I have a special surprise for you today.”

“Is it your dick? Because I will fall for that joke, Matt.”

Matt’s shoulders bounced up and down along with his laughter. “It’s not my dick, but I’ll remember that you’re a sucker for that joke.”

“Pun points awarded, sir.” I held out a fist.

Matt bumped it. “Thank you for noticing. Now, let’s go.”

We pulled up in front of a large building. It was 3 P.M. on a Sunday and the building looked deserted.

“What is this place? It doesn’t look like they’re open.”

“It’s not. For the public anyway.” He waggled his eyebrows. “It’s the Texas Music Museum.”

I shot straight up in my seat. The words were plastered across the building but I hadn’t bothered to look hard enough. My mind had been focused on the hot sex we didn’t have before we left, but this was perfect. He always found a way to surprise me.

“You mentioned one time that you’d always wanted to go, but had never been.”

Hot, sweet, amazing in the bedroom, and he fucking listens. You better not fuck this one up, Kelsey.

I had to constantly remind myself to slow down, because I ate, drank, and breathed Matt Stallworth nonstop, all day, every day. It had started to seem like borderline obsession.

“This is just—” I looked over at him and smiled a huge, cheesy smile. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

“Come on. I called in a favor with the guy who runs the place. We have a personal tour guide. I’ve only been here once.”

“This is so cool.”

We both got out of the car. An older man, maybe midsixties with thin, silvery hair, greeted us at the door in a suit. “Mister Stallworth.” He reached out and shook Matt’s hand, then turned to me. “And Miss Martin.” He had a soft Southern accent.

I shook his hand, as well. “Thank you so much for this.”

“My name is Jiles. It’s my pleasure.” He turned his gaze toward my boobs and stared.

I looked up at Matt like, what the fuck?

Matt chuckled and shrugged. I couldn’t help but sit there and grin. If he hadn’t been as old as he was I was pretty sure Matt would’ve kicked his ass on the spot.

The old man finally pried his eyes away from my chest and looked at both of us. “Sorry, I just love their album, Horehound.”

Matt and I slowly turned to each other, completely in shock.

“You like the Dead Weather?” I asked.

“Oh yeah. I just love that ‘I Cut Like a Buffalo’ song. Jack is a very talented guitar player and songwriter, but man, that guy can really bang the drums.”

“I thought you were checking out my girlfriend’s boobs.” Matt laughed.

My heart nearly melted into the ground. It was the first time he’d referred to me as his girlfriend. In all the time we’d spent together the past few weeks, we hadn’t ever really defined the relationship. I wasn’t one to worry about labels and titles, but with Matt, I did. The right time to bring it up had never really presented itself.

I looked up at him and he smiled back like it was any normal moment.

“Oh, those are nice, too. Well done, son.” Jiles nudged Matt in the ribs and gave him an obvious wink. He stared at my breasts again and my face flushed pink. Jiles pointed at the picture of the band. “I have a crush on that Alison Mosshart, myself.”

I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Matt’s hand slid down to mine and our fingers locked. He bent down toward my ear and whispered, “Sorry, that just slipped out by accident. We need to have that talk, though, tonight. We should’ve done it sooner.”

How does he read my mind?

“That girl has a set of pipes on her. Anyway, you didn’t come here to stand out in front of the building. Let’s do this shit.” Jiles took off toward the door on a power walk, leaving us behind.

We both stared at each other with blank expressions.

“I like him.” I took off toward Jiles, and Matt followed closely behind.

We walked in and I looked around at the room. A giant wooden guitar hung suspended from the ceiling. It had to be at least fifty feet long.

“What’s up with the guitar?” I glanced to Jiles.

“It was a backdrop. Like a prop. From a big concert at the fair.”

“Whose concert?” Matt walked next to Jiles and stared up at it.

“Eric Clapton.” Jiles waggled his eyebrows.

“Holy shit,” I said.

“Oh, you wanna see some holy shit there, Miss Martin? I got some holy shit for you.” Jiles took off like a flash again.

I started to follow suit and Matt snagged me around the waist and pulled my back against his chest. “Sorry, can’t help myself.” One of his hands slid around and cupped my breast.

“You’re going to get us in trouble.”

Matt tweaked my nipple. “You know talking music makes me want to fuck you.”

“He’s going to come looking for us.”

“Okay. We can go. But it’s going to happen.” He playfully smacked me on the ass over my jeans. “Soon.” He squeezed my ass as he whispered the last word in my ear, and then released me.

Tingling sensations ran up and down my arms, and heat rushed between my legs. “Jesus.” I took off in the direction where Jiles had practically run, with Matt walking behind him.

Jiles took us around and showed us all kinds of stuff. He knew every story about every piece in the place. Matt and I nodded and laughed at his quirky mannerisms and jokes.

After we’d been by nearly half the exhibits, Jiles spun around. “How about we take a fifteen minute intermission? I need to use the restroom and grab a cup of coffee.”

Jesus, like he needs to speed up. He already runs everywhere.

Matt flashed me his devilish grin. “Sounds good, Jiles.”

“Alrighty, then.” Jiles took off at his usual power-walk pace.

Matt looked me up and down from head to toe.

I clenched my thighs together. We’d yet to do anything out in public. I’d never done anything like that in my life, well, besides the time on the phone with him.

“I’m going to have to make quick work of you.” Matt smirked.

“What makes you think I’m going to go along with this?” I folded my arms across my chest and tried to fake a serious gaze.

The sound of a door closing echoed through the room.

“Come on!” Matt grabbed me by the arm and we took off running to the other side of the museum, the farthest away from where Jiles had gone.

Everything was a blur. We ran so fast we didn’t even pay attention to what was around us. Before I knew it Matt had me up against a wall and my jeans were pulled down to the middle of my thighs.

“God, you have the best ass I’ve ever seen in my life.” His head was next to mine and his mouth right in my ear.

He gave me a quick little smack on my right ass cheek, careful not to make too much noise. I moaned against the wall.

“Jesus.” The word carried on a breathy exhale. “We have to hurry.”

The clanging of his belt buckle rang in my ears and I waited for his cock to press against me, which it soon did. Matt pulled my lacy black panties down to where my jeans were. It was a pain trying to wear sexy panties every day of the week, but I had to be prepared for situations like this, so it finally paid some dividends.

The head of his cock pressed against my hot, wet pussy and he teased around the edge.

“Hey, you guys want something? Guys?” Jiles’s voice boomed with a loud echo through the empty building.

Completely startled, Matt flew back away from me.

Bam!

A huge crashing sound.

“Holy shit. Matt, are you okay?” I yanked up my panties and jeans as I flipped around.

Matt tugged at his jeans, too, trying to shove his huge, stiff cock inside them.

Chalk up a point for having girl parts in times like these.

“I’m fine. If I can get my fucking dick back in my pants,” he whisper-screamed.

I looked behind him, trying not to laugh, and then I froze up.

What in the ever-loving fuck?

I clapped a hand over my mouth and stared at the floor behind Matt.

He had his eyes closed, whispering to himself over and over. “Don’t zip up your dick. Don’t zip up your dick.”

“Guys? Where’d ya go?” Jiles was nearing us, fast. “I heard something. Y’all okay?”

“Hey!” I stared at Matt.

He stopped what he was doing and glared at me. “What? I’m kinda having issues here if you didn’t notice.”

“Well, hurry that shit up, There’s Something About Mary. We have a fucking problem.”

Matt winced as he zipped up his jeans. I noticed his dick bulging horizontally across them.

“What’s the problem?”

Apparently he’d been so focused on not hurting his dick he’d forgotten about the large crash. I nodded behind him.

He whipped around and then turned back and mouthed, “What the fuck?” right at me.

“I don’t know, but we have to fix it.”

I ran around to one end and he bent down near the other. In the middle of being startled, Matt had flown back into a full-size casket and knocked it off its display. It crashed to the ground and rolled to its side, but didn’t open.

We both tried to lift. Matt’s end obviously came off the ground. Mine did not.

“Mister Stallworth? You back here?” Jiles called out.

“Fuck.” Matt set his end down and stared at the problem at hand.

“I’m sorry. I can’t pick this thing up. It has to weigh five hundred pounds.” I glanced at him.

Matt stood there shaking his head with his hands on his hips. “This isn’t good.”

“Do you think there’s a body in it?” I grinned.

Matt glared at me, though it looked like he, maybe, found it a little humorous. “Seriously? I didn’t take you on a date to a fucking cemetery!” His whispers grew louder.

We both had to keep our voices down so Jiles wouldn’t hear us.

“Mister Stallworth!” Jiles’s voice boomed. He was right around the corner, maybe fifty feet away, but another row of display cases blocked his view of us. He mumbled, “Probably off fucking somewhere.”

I clapped a hand over my mouth so that I didn’t burst into laughter. Laughing was how I dealt with serious situations.

“Fuck, shit, fuck. Ethan’s going to shit if he finds out about this.”

“About what?” I had barely gotten the words out and Matt was in front of the coffin that he’d knocked over in the middle of a museum.

“What in the—?”

Matt bent down and grunted. His whole body tightened and his muscles and veins bulged. He lifted the casket, on his own, and set it down back on the display case perfectly.

“Holy. Shit.” I almost fainted from a hormone overload.

Matt’s veins snaked all over his arms and bulged from his neck as his chest heaved up and down. I was pretty sure my panties just disintegrated. The Led Zeppelin tee looked like it was painted on. Abs upon abs, and his chest—God, he was so going to get laid, very soon.

Jiles turned the corner and looked at Matt. “Damn, there y’all are. Thought maybe ya left early. Want something to drink?”

“We’re good.” Matt practically growled the answer.

I didn’t even think it registered with Jiles. He marched to his own cadence. “Oh, you guys found the coolest thing in the place.”

“We sure did, Jiles.” I grinned and then smiled really big at Matt.

When Jiles walked in front of him, Matt lifted his hand and shot me the bird where Jiles couldn’t see.

I almost doubled over in laughter and it got a smile out of Matt.

“You guys remember the day the music died?”

“Of course.” Matt walked over as if nothing had just happened. “Holly, Valens, and The Big Bopper died in a plane crash.”

“That’s right.” Jiles held a finger up in the air. “And this casket belonged to The Big Bopper.”

My eyes vaulted open as wide as they could go. “You mean he’s inside? Like he’s in that casket?”

Jiles belted out a laugh that reverberated around the room and made it sound ten times as loud.

Matt and I glanced to each other, still in shock and unsure what his laugh meant. At the same time, we both did the “phony laugh along” bit, all while keeping our eyes glued on each other.

“Oh no. They had to move his remains. He was buried in this after the plane crash, but once a casket is unsealed, the body must be moved to a new resting place.”

“Oh thank fuck.” Matt stared up at the ceiling and let out a huge sigh.

“What’s that, son?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all, sir.” Matt took a step to get closer to the exhibit.

Jiles took off to the next place he wanted to show us and we followed behind.

I reached up to Matt’s biceps and squeezed around them—well, partially around them. Adrenaline was still shooting through his body. I’d never been a muscle girl in my life, but I’d be damned if Matt hadn’t changed that in a hurry. I think it was just because it was Matt. I’d have been enamored with him no matter what size his arms were, but at that moment, I wanted nothing more than for him to channel all of that raw energy into having his way with me.

“I have no idea how you did that back there. But it was fucking hot. I never in my life thought watching a man pick up a casket by himself would make me wet, but you definitely succeeded in that, Matthew.” I added on his full first name because I knew it turned him on even more.

“I don’t know, either.” He stopped and grabbed me by each shoulder, gently. His half-hooded eyes fueled the need between my legs even higher, but his face held concern. “Nobody can know I did that. If I’d injured myself I’d be in a huge amount of trouble.”

I hadn’t even thought about that. Professional ballplayers—I’d learned—had all kinds of insurance policies and stipulations in their contracts on certain things. “I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize the position that put you in.”

“You don’t have to apologize. My big clumsy ass knocked it over. We just can’t let anyone find out about it. Ethan would rip me a new asshole.”

“My lips are sealed.”

“Thank you.”

“For now.”

One of Matt’s eyebrows rose. “What?”

I leaned over into his ear. “I’ll have to open them later to fit this cock in my mouth.” I ran my fingers across the length of his still-hard dick. “But then I’ll seal them again—around it.” I gave him a wink and walked in front of him, rocking my hips back and forth to give him a nice view of my ass.

Matt groaned behind me.

We made it through the rest of the museum and thanked Jiles for his time. Matt eyed me like a prisoner on death row staring at his last meal. We didn’t even make it out of the parking lot. He fucked my brains out in the backseat of the Mercedes.

Another two weeks passed, and Matt and I were officially dating. Well, officially between the two of us. We hadn’t made a public announcement because Matt didn’t want the press following me around, although a couple pictures of me had popped up on a few Internet sites.

I’d caught Matt on the phone with his attorney a few times, pissed off and demanding that they get them taken down. I’d admired his tenacity to protect me from the “vultures” as he called them, but part of it didn’t sit all that well, either. Something strange had been happening with him. It was subtle, but it seemed like he’d slowly grown more on edge and was easily agitated.

I stood in the middle of the empty record store, cataloging albums as usual. Twilight strolled in at 9:20 A.M. The store had opened at 8.

He toted a big box of donuts in one hand, the other was shoveling one of them into his mouth.

“Good morning.”

“Blessed spirits to you.” His eyes were already bloodshot.

“Herbal breakfast?” I laughed and continued sorting the albums.

“Is there any other kind?” He twirled and danced his way in true hippie fashion toward the sound system. “No tunage? What the hell?”

“I prefer the quiet sometimes. It’s serene in the mornings.”

Twilight sashayed around a display and set the donuts down, then waved his arms as if conducting a symphony. “The silence—is a melody unto itself.” He stopped and froze, but not before holding up a finger at me and then pressing it to his lips. He kissed the middle of his index finger. “In silence we can find truth and harmony.”

Jesus Christ.

“Yep, you’re right. That’s it exactly.”

He whirled around to the volume knob and turned it. “But there is truth in music, as well.”

He turned up the volume and went to search for a record to put on. As he danced by, his hip bumped against the AM button on the stereo and voices blared through the speakers. It was some kind of radio talk show.

“God, be careful, will you?” I ran over to turn the volume down.

When I’d almost reached the receiver the name Stallworth caught my attention.

Twilight danced his way back over with an album, but I snatched it away from him. “Hold on.” I adjusted the volume.

“The deadline is nearing soon and nobody has heard from his agent or legal personnel.”

“That’s right, John. It’s the question we all want the answer to: Will Stallworth stay with the Rangers, or will he be headed to New York in the spring?”

My heart dropped into my stomach. I clicked the radio off and it felt like I was being stabbed in my gut repeatedly with a butcher knife.

Twilight ran over. “Kelsey, you okay?”

“I-I-I don’t know.” My body started to tremble and heat rushed into my face. I knew tears were about to follow and I refused to cry in the middle of the store.

“What happened?” He rested a hand on my shoulder.

“It-it’s nothing. Probably nothing. I’m so sorry, but I need to go.”

“Sure, sure. Whatever you need, sweetie.”

“Thank you.” I sniffled and stood up on my feet. Twilight tried to approach, but I backed away with a hand over my face. Tears streamed from the corners of my eyes and I ran out of the store before he could say anything else.