63
Slater
“I’m falling above the stars where nobody can see me, but I know you’re there waiting to catch me. ’Cause we both know I’ll fall, I always fall…”
Paisley sings the final note, and I smile, feeling a sense of pride watching Ali as she commands the stage. She was always captivating, but since she’s been back, she’s been downright magnetic.
“Thank you, Toronto!” Paisley shouts, and the sold-out crowd at the Rogers Centre goes apeshit. Happenstance has made a name for themselves over the last few weeks, and not just because Ali is mine. Our label, Fallen Sound, has offered them a recording contract that they’re currently having a lawyer look over before signing. I couldn’t be happier; they really are damn talented at their craft.
Paisley sashays her way to the edge of the stage. “But before we make way for Douse, we have one last song we’d like to perform for you. Would you like that?” The audience whistles and hoots.
“What the hell, Tommy? That was their last song,” I say, confused.
“Chill out, man, I told them it was fine. We’re breaking curfew tonight,” Zack says, referring to the arena’s noise control policy, which basically means all must be quiet by eleven p.m.
“Give it up for my girl, Ali,” Paisley says.
I hear her name called and my attention is drawn back to the stage. But before I can see her, the lights go dim.
“I’d like to dedicate this song to a man I consider the light to my shadow. I couldn’t do this without you, Slater. This one’s for you,” Ali says from the dark stage, her voice sultry over the microphone. A soft amber light turns on, illuminating her where she stands in the middle of the stage, holding a black acoustic guitar which has a few silver stars twinkling on its mirrored face. “This one’s called ‘Dream Catch Me’, and it’s originally by Newton Faulkner. I’ve put my own spin on it. I hope you’ll like it,” she says, as the crowd loses their shit.
“Fuck me, she’s breathtaking,” I utter, as she starts to sing softly, referring to the place she goes when she’s alone.
“You’re a lucky man, brother. Cherish this one,” Fife says, clasping my back. I’m rooted in place as Ali belts out lyrics about someone who does so much, yet they don’t realize it.
“I intend to do much more,” I say out loud as my eyes land on Ali, even though there’s no way she can hear me. She’s strumming her guitar, expelling the most meaningful words that are like a punch to the solar plexus. They steal my breath with each line as she smiles and sings about falling, and that it’s a good fall. It’s falling in love.
I can’t take my eyes off her, loving the sound of her voice and her movements on the stage. Everything that makes her, her.
“Slater, you’re my dream catch, yeah…” She laughs after this last line, one I know she’s added just for me, and I feel like a fucking god having this once unsure-of-herself girl give me this, in front of our friends, family, and half of Toronto. So fucking strong and brave.
“We’re really gonna be breaking curfew tonight. I need at least fifteen minutes. Get Ullapool or someone else to go on for an encore or something,” I tell Tommy as I stalk onto the stage, not bothering to wait for a reply. I can hear Fife and Zack laughing behind me.
Ali’s thanking the crowd, and as soon as I’m spotted, they really go wild. Ignoring them, I reach Ali, scoop her up, place her over my shoulder, and carry her offstage firefighter-style.
“Slater!” she calls, as I walk us right past the stage crew and a none-too-impressed Tommy.
“Slater, where you going? Sicken Union’s up next,” he yells.
“They can wait. Stall,” I call over my shoulder, heading straight for the greenroom. I lock the door behind us with one hand.
Putting her down, I take her face in both my hands. “I can’t believe you just did that.” My hands shake with so much pride and love for this girl.
“Slater, you have to get back out there,” Ali tries, but I cut her off, smashing my mouth over hers. I win her over, and she wraps her arms around me, pulling me closer.
“That was incredible,” I say, looking into her blue eyes. “You amaze me.”
“I wanted you to know how much you mean to me, how much you’ve helped changed me for the better,” she says. “You know, helped me to step out from the shadows.”
“Baby,” I say, barely audibly.
“I mean it, Slate. You’ve given me so much. I don’t think you’ll ever realize how much.”
“Jesus, Ali. Seeing you up there, singing…singing for me. I’m so fucking hard right now. Hard and overwhelmed,” I say, tugging on her bottom lip. “I love you so much right now. Let me show you, Ali. I need to be inside you. Please, I just can’t wait,” I beg. She nods, and before I know it I’ve got her pinned against the wall, my knee between her legs to support her as my hands roam her body. Both of us are panting, our chests heaving as I palm her ass while licking a hot trail down her neck with my tongue. I taste her sweet scent as I nuzzle my face between her tits. “Shirt off, Ali. Take it off, before I rip it off you.”
“Slater,” she moans, grinding her sweet pussy on my dick, and I can feel how hot and ready she is through the denim.
“Take it out. Get it ready,” she huffs, whipping her shirt off without a moment’s hesitation. Too impatient to wait, I move my hands off her ass and pull the pink cups of her bra down with one hand. I latch my greedy mouth onto her nipple, biting and sucking it as she grinds down harder on my still-covered length, and I swear I could come like this.
“Please, Slater. I want you so bad.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice.
“That’s my dirty girl,” I grin, making sure she’s secure, pinning her up against the wall with the help of my leg, and the weight of my body. I move a hand down and run it over her bare leg, hitching up the black leather skirt she chose to wear onstage tonight.
“You wear this for me, baby? Knowing I’d need inside you after your song?”
“Yes!” she cries. My hand finds her flimsy panties and pulls hard, ripping away the material separating her pussy from my touch.
“You’re such a good girl. Thinking of me like that,” I tell her, rubbing my hand along her smooth skin. “You want me bad, don’t you?”
“God, yes!” she cries out, as I dip a finger inside her. Grabbing onto my neck, she hoists herself up, using the wall for friction and support. “More, give me more,” Ali says, arching her back. Her luscious tits bounce in my face while she moves up and down on my finger, and I quickly oblige by adding a second.
“You’re so fucking wet for me. Ready to take me?” I growl into her ear, her murmurs of pleasure and the wet, smacking sounds of her arousal driving me outta my mind.
“So ready. Fuck me, Slate.”
“Take my cock out.” Her hands make quick work of my jeans. She struggles at first, but finally manages to free me, positioning my cock at her entrance before I push up into her warmth. I am home.
Although there’s a stadium full of cheering fans just outside the greenroom door, Ali and I manage to shut everything out while we work in tandem to give each other what we need. Each other.
“I love being inside you.”
“I love everything about you,” she replies, and I close my eyes as she clamps around my cock, pushing us both over the edge.
“I’m so completely yours, Alina,” I say, as Tommy frantically pounds on the door, yelling for me to hurry the hell up.