Chapter Eleven
Elly
After kicking Brooke’s ass, I had such a shot of adrenaline that my entire body was shaking. It felt good though; I was thinking about a career change. I could be a fucking enforcer or something. I wanted to tell someone how awesome I was. I laughed at myself and took out my phone. I text Tristan and when he text back that I could come over in fifteen minutes the adrenaline all seemed to drain down into my belly and make me feel sick. I wanted to see him, no doubt. I wanted to do more than see him. I wanted to touch him. Even though I was still angry, watching him out on that stage that night was enough for me to throw my own bra out there. He had a power over me even when he was being an asshole. My anxiety was coming from the fact that I had accused him of being unfaithful. I’d refused to listen to him when he tried to explain. I called him a liar and a cheat, basically, and then I got really mean and told him he never took me out to dinner or something stupid like that. What if he was just letting me come over so that after I groveled, he could refuse to forgive me?
I walked slowly to his bus, passing the security guys that had dragged Brooke out of his bus that night on my way. Brad, the bigger guy and I were on a first-name basis. I liked him, but I was embarrassed about how much he knew about that night. If he watched those tapes, he saw me come out sobbing and stand there in the rain sobbing like an idiot. I wasn’t as bad as Tristan about my personal business, but there were some things that I just thought should stay between two people.
“Hi Elly! How are you tonight?” he asked me.
“I’m doing well, Brad. How are you?”
“I’m just fine,” he said. “Elly, can I say something that might be a little…personal?”
Shit! Not him, too! Brad was old enough to be my father. I really hoped that he wasn’t going to hit on me too.
“Um…yeah, I suppose,” I said.
“I’m sure you know this, but I just wanted to tell you that Tristan cares a lot about you. I’m guessing he’s the kind of guy who has a hard time showing it.”
I had to smile at this linebacker looking guy trying to get me to forgive Tristan. He must have been a romantic at heart. “Thanks, Brad, that means a lot.” I told him. I was getting too arrogant or maybe just paranoid or something. I was suddenly thinking that every man who spoke to me was hitting on me.
Brad smiled and wished me a good night and I headed on to Tristan’s bus. It didn’t look like there were any lights on and I thought that was weird, but I went inside anyways. It was definitely dark inside, but I could see the shadow of something, or someone, at the end of the long walkway. It was Tristan, wrapped in lights and wearing nothing else other than his guitar. The man was insane. I loved it.
“Hey,” I said with a smile.
“Hey,” he said back, grinning.
“You look…radiant,” I said.
He laughed and said, “That was terrible. Sit down.”
“What?”
“Sit down.”
I sat and then I started to open my mouth again. He shushed me and put his guitar up around his neck, exposing his entire naked body. I felt moisture rush out between my legs.
“I want to play a song for you,” he said. I smiled and nodded and he started playing the guitar; it was a really pretty tune. Then he started singing and I swear to god that my insides began to melt. He was singing a song about standing in the rain, missing his girl. He said he wanted to hold her, love her. He said that he didn’t want to lose her because he was lost without her. I could feel the hot sting of tears burning the backs of my eyes. He was singing a song he’d written for me, and it was beautiful. I couldn’t believe this was the same guy that had thrown me out of his apartment the first night after we’d had sex. In a million years I would have never thought he’d do something as romantic as writing a song for me.
When he finished singing I had tears running down my cheeks as I clapped for him. He smiled and came over towards me. He leaned the guitar up against the chair and I stood up. I put my arms around his neck and hugged him tight. He hugged me back and just held me for a few minutes. I finally felt like everything was going to be okay.
“Thank you,” I told him. “That was beautiful.”
He smiled and said, “Thank you for the inspiration.”
I laughed then and said, “I exude inspiration.”
“You’re being facetious,” he said.
“Facetious?”
“Yeah, you know…kind of sarcastic….”
“I know what it means. It just doesn’t sound like a Tristan word.”
He looked hurt and said, “I’m not stupid, you know.”
“Oh no, I don’t think you’re stupid. You just usually don’t….shit! I’m sorry.”
He grinned and said, “Shh, I was kidding. You’re right. I probably read it on word of the day toilet paper or something.”
I hugged him again and then he led me over to the couch to sit. There, sitting next to him, I finally said, “I’m so sorry that I didn’t believe you about Brooke. I feel so bad.”
“You watched the tapes?”
“Yeah, and then I went over and kind of…I punched Brooke in the face and I may have pulled out a few of her extensions.”
“Damn it!” he said. I thought he was mad at me for attacking Brooke.
“Are you mad?”
“Hell yes! I’m mad I wasn’t there to see it. There’s nothing hotter than a girl fight.” I pushed him in the chest and he laughed. “Did she fight back?”
“She tried to, but I got ahold of her fake hair and threatened to twist it off her head.”
“Damn! I’m scared of you. I have to get those tapes!” I laughed and elbowed him again. He was looking at me funny then and I could tell there was something he wanted to say, but he didn’t say it. Instead, he said, “So what have you thought of the last couple of shows?”
“I think they went okay,” I told him casually while trying to suppress a grin.
“Okay? Really? Guns and Roses, Jason Aldean…”
I couldn’t do it. I laughed and said, “I was kidding. You were amazing. You’re so damned talented.”
He leaned in then and kissed me. “Thank you,” he whispered against my lips. I feel the same way about you.”
He kissed me again, this time it was deeper and filled with passion. His cock kept brushing up against my arm as we talked and I was getting wetter and wetter just thinking about him being naked right next to me. I wanted to touch him, but I was curious to see where this was all going. I finally processed what he’d just said then and I said,
“You feel the same? I have no talent.”
Smiling he said, “You’ve got many talents. But I meant that you’re amazing, too.”
“Oh, thank you,” I said. He laughed again and then he reached over and took the top button of my shirt between his fingers. He started unbuttoning it and he leaned over while his fingers moved down to the next one and kissed my lips. He kissed my neck while he unbuttoned the next two. I was sitting there with my shirt wide open and my black lace bra showing when I looked up and saw the camera’s and remembered.
“Tristan, what about the cameras?”
He looked up at the one pointed down on us and flipped it off. “I know you can’t hear me,” he said to it, “So here’s some sign language for you controlling bastards.” He flipped it the bird again. Then he turned back to me and said, “I don’t give a fuck if they watch if you don’t. They’ll just be jealous of me.” He grinned and slipped his hands behind my back underneath the shirt. I felt him take hold of the bra clasp. He pulled his head back and looked at my face. He was making sure I wasn’t really worried about the cameras. At that point, I would have fucked him in front of a live audience. My mouth was too dry to speak then so I smiled and shrugged. He took that as a yes. He unhooked my bra and let my breasts spill out. Then he completely removed the shirt and the bra and tossed them over onto the chair.
“Stand up,” he said. I stood in front of him and he kissed me softly all across my belly. Then he unbuttoned my jeans and hooking his thumbs in them he pulled them down to my feet. He left them there and leaned forward to rub his face across my black satin panties before pulling them down to my feet as well. I stepped out of them both as he stood up and took my hand. He’d never undressed me like that before. It was sensual and erotic instead of hurried and frantic. It may well have been Tristan at his most romantic and I loved it. He led me down the walkway to the bed. He laid me down on it and lay down next to me. I could have been wrong, maybe just caught up in the song and the romance of that, but something seemed different in his eyes…I liked it.