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Post by HarleyMac on Sept 23, 2008 8:42:38 GMT -6
Still Can’t Get Over You;
Chapter 9;
H’s POV;
I had been trying to get a hold of my cousin the whole night. I wanted to know what he was going to do now that Dylan was obviously coming back in to his life. I needed to know if he could handle it and I needed to know how he was going to handle it.
I didn’t want Dylan getting upset; it had taken her a long time to get over what had happened when she left here ten years ago. Although she didn’t know that I knew, I now understood why she had been so upset and refused to come back.
Hell if Shannon had done that to me I would have run for the hills, and even now I don’t think that I would be able to forgive him.
“…so what am I supposed to do H?” My cousin asked as his eyes looked past me and when I turned my eyes fell on Dylan on the bar, dancing sexily; her hips swaying and men literally falling over themselves to get closer to the bar where she was.
Corey, Roy, Claire, Jim and Carmine were all stood in front of the bar ready to catch her should she fall, or worst case scenario jump up on to the bar and stop her from doing anything stupid.
“I don’t know Jeff; I mean it isn’t like you are in any position to do anything is it?” I asked turning back to him; happy in the knowledge that our friends had it under control for the moment.
Looking at Jeff I could see just how much he was struggling with her being back, I mean it must have weighed his mind down all those years of not being able to see her, not being able to talk to her because in effect every time we had talked on the phone he had asked to talk to Dylan but she had refused saying that she was too busy or getting me to tell him that she had gone out.
I had obviously not known what the reason behind her refusing to talk to him had been, I had always wondered if it was something like what had gone down but then when I had talked to Matt and Shannon, and she had refused to talk to them too I had figured that she was just trying to put her old life behind her and move forward.
“Why amn’t I in a position to do anything?” He asked tearing his eyes away from her and looking at me confused and momentarily reeling from the lack of Dylan in his vision.
“Beth!” I reminded him as the woman in question appeared at his side and Shannon stepped up behind me. Wrapping his arms through my waist, he pulled me gently back against his frame where I could feel my entire body reacting to him.
“Oh yeah,” He mumbled as she stepped in to his embrace and smiled at me happily completely unaware that she was possibly about to lose her man.
“So what we talking about?” Shannon asked placing a gentle kiss to my cheek from where he was stood behind me.
“Well I for one want to know how long this has been going on?” Beth asked looking from me to Shannon.
“Just for a week,” Shannon announced and I could still tell from the tone in his voice that he was still as happy as he had been when it had first started.
“And we’re all happy about this?” Beth asked looking up at Jeff who had gone back to looking at Dylan who was happily flirting with Carmine who was stood in front of her at the bar trying to get her to come down. “Jeff…?”
“What…? Sorry I was miles away,” He mumbled coming back to us with a bump and a very red face. Slowly he turned his head to look at his girlfriend who seemed less than prepared to admit that her relationship had suddenly gotten in to real trouble. “Of course I am happy about it…as long as they are happy that is the only thing that matters,”
I got the strong and distinct feeling that if he wasn’t being so consumed by Dylan; he would have had plenty to say about the fact that his best friend was dating his cousin but as the situation seemed to be a lot more complicated than just a black and white matter; things seemed willing to work out for the best for Shannon and I.
“Thanks man,” Shannon replied still completely unaware of the fact that I was pretty sure that Jeff was one hundred percent in love with my boyfriends little sister.
The conversation turned to the four of us going out on a double date at the request of Beth. It was something that I could see Shannon wasn’t overly enthusiastic about but his mouth seemed intent on betraying him as he agreed that it sounded like a good idea.
I had to admit that it seemed to be a common thread between my old friends when they all said that they didn’t have much time for Jeff’s girlfriend because after being in her presence for a little over five minutes and I found myself becoming bored as all she seemed to talk about was herself, how she felt, what she did for a living, how she enjoyed hanging out with the guys and how big a fan she was of not only my best friend but of me too.
Normally I liked meeting fans, and talking to them but there was just something about this woman that left me feeling on edge and slightly apprehensive but I had heard Shannon loud and clear; there was no talking to Jeff.
From what my man had told me; he had tried to tell Jeff that there was something off with Beth a few times only to be told that it was really none of his business who Jeff chose to spend his life with and from all accounts that meant that he planned on having Beth in his life for a while to come.
“…so it will have to be after I get back,” Beth said snapping me back to the present.
“Sorry,” I said looking at Jeff to find that he had once again lost interest in what his girlfriend was saying, which just left me wondering what he was actually doing with her.
“I am going away tomorrow for a couple of days; my sister is pregnant and she is nearing the end of the pregnancy and she asked me to head out to LA to help her get things ready, I leave tomorrow,” Beth informed me smiling brightly.
“Oh you’re going to be an Aunt huh?” I asked trying to find a common ground with her, trying to find something that would maybe turn this conversation around from just about her.
“Mmhmm; an Aunt never a Mom!” She commented glancing up to Jeff who instantly feeling the stare looked down at her and smiled softly.
“One day!” He replied kissing her head softly as the sound of Dylan coaxing Corey to get up on the bar with her filtered around the bar as he tried in vain to get her to come down from the bar.
“Do you guys have Abba…? That’ll get him dancing!” Dylan giggled causing me to smile.
It wasn’t something that most people knew but Corey liked to listen to Abba; he had even gone on record as saying that they were one of his favorite bands. It wasn’t something that he was embarrassed about but it was something that Dylan loved to tease him about mercilessly
“It better be one day soon,” Beth complained but she had already lost her audience as Jeff and Shannon both looked over to the bar to watch Dylan.
But I had caught what Beth had said and it pissed me off. The look in her eyes told me that she was serious and it seemed to me that she was trying to push my cousin in to something that he obviously wasn’t ready to do.
Looking across at Dylan as she looked over to where we were; her eyes meeting Jeff’s and lingering in his gaze for a few moments too long before she turned back to her audience. It was a look that told me all that I needed to know; she was still drowning in the things that she had felt for Jeff ten years ago and it seemed to me that things were about to become a hell of a lot more complicated than anyone was aware of.
Jeff's POV;
I couldn’t seem to help myself; I was supposed to be listening to my girl, I was supposed to be consumed by Beth; not watching Dylan as she stood up on the bar, swaying her hips in a sexy motion that literally had almost every guy in the bar drawn to her.
I shouldn’t be melting at the way her hands were running through her hair and down over her defined curves in a suggestive manner and I shouldn’t be distracted by the seductive and sexy smile that played across her beautiful full plump rosy red lips.
The minute her eyes met mine, I was lost, drowning in the memories of our one and only kiss. Suffocating under the weight of guilt from running away from her when all I had really wanted to do was stay and hold her, touch her, kiss her, taste her and make love to her.
Beth snuggled in to my side a little harder until she was literally stood in front of me. My arms stayed wrapped around her, holding her close but all I could think about was watching Dylan, seeing the way she was teasing the crowd that had surrounded the famous movie star.
Slowly as if she were intent on driving every male in the bar in to a frenzied state of desire, she began to inch her vest top up over her curves and slowly over her head all the while her hips swaying in time to the Christina Aguilera song ‘Dirty’ her beautiful lips carrying the words across the space, filling my heart and leaving me with the sinking feeling that I had maybe lost her completely.
Slowly she began to unbutton her jeans and instantly Corey and Carmine were on the bar and stopping her from going any further, bundling her in to Corey’s arms as Carmine refused to allow her to finish her seductive strip tease much to the distain of the men watching on.
I continued to watch as both men motioned Roy to take a hold of her hands and help her down as they jumped down at her side and Carmine held her close while whispering in to her ear and instantly she was looking in to his eyes and nodding her head while the smile crept over her lips and her eyes seemed to sparkle with a look that could only be described as hunger.
It was a look that I recognized because I had witnessed that look when she had looked in to my eyes when we had shared that kiss ten years ago.
What the hell had I done?
I had pushed her away because I had been worried about what people would think, I had pushed her away because she was so much younger but surely I could have found a way to let her know that I had liked her, that we could have made it work when she was older.
And once again I was drowning in the thoughts on how I should have handled the decision that I had made. If I had asked her to wait until she was older that wouldn’t have been fair to her, had I told her that I wanted her and taken her there and then I could have ended up in jail, I could have lost my best friend, I could have lost everything that I had worked so hard for up until that point.
There had been no other way to handle the situation; I had done the right thing. But why was it seeing her in the arms of another man, I truly began to wonder if what I had done was right?
“…so we’re taking her home,” Claire’s voice tore through my thoughts and as I looked at her she glared angrily at me.
“Ok you want us to come with?” Shannon asked holding on to H tightly who seemed happy enough to just melt in to his arms.
“You don’t have to if you’re not ready…I mean we can take care of her,” Claire tore her eyes away from me and looked at my best friend and my cousin who I had to admit looked so good together that I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t seen it before.
“No it’s ok; I think that I want to come with, baby?” Shannon asked looking down at the woman in his arms who smiled up and nodded to him happy to follow his lead. “Ok we are coming, we will see you guys tomorrow?” He asked turning to look at Beth and me.
“Yeah we will come by at some point,” Beth offered.
Great I was going to have to be in Dylan’s presence again!
How was I meant to deal with this?
Looking at my cousin, she smiled sympathetically as she moved away from Shannon and moved through the crowds with Claire; both talking quietly amongst themselves.
“Great well enjoy the rest of your night,” Shannon said before turning and moving away from us as my eyes landed on Dylan; still wrapped up in Carmine’s arms and kissing along his neck while whispering softly in to his ear and I could clearly see the effect that she was having on him.
It was abundantly clear that he had no problem being with someone younger than him, why couldn’t I be like that?
Because the age difference between Carmine and Dylan wasn’t something that could wind Carmine in jail, it wasn’t something that most people would see or think anything about.
I watched them as they moved out of the bar almost as one unit. I missed the days when it had been just me, Matt, Shannon, Dylan and H hanging out like one unit, we had all been closer than anything that I have ever felt since.
“You ok baby?” Beth asked turning in my arms and looking up at me.
“I’m fine beautiful,” I replied giving her my full undivided attention now that Dylan was gone. I didn’t feel my attention being pulled in two different directions and I didn’t feel like I was being consumed by anyone other than Beth.
What the hell was happening to me?
What had I done to deserve this uncontrollable desire for both women?
Slowly lowering my head to Beth, I brushed my lips over hers and watched the sparkle come to her beautiful eyes as she slowly and passionately deepened the kiss as I pulled her hard against me.
Then like every other time after watching Dylan; the image before me wasn’t Beth anymore, it was the deep dark of Dylan’s gorgeous sparkling eyes that were looking back at me, there was nothing that I could do to stop it and it had been something that I had grown accustomed too.
Before I knew what I was doing, I had twirled Beth in to a quiet dark corner in the bar, inching along the wall until we were falling in to the toilets; my body ached for her, ached to be with Dylan, ached to feel all the emotions that would encompass me if I ever got to touch her again.
Watching the eyes of Beth; knowing that it was my girlfriend, knowing that there was no way that I was really kissing Dylan but like these moments always left me, I closed my own eyes and pretended.
Backing in to the end stall in the toilet, I locked the door, ripped my girlfriends thong to the side as she tore my zipper open and freed me from the material prison. In one solid motion, she was resting against the wall, her legs wrapped tightly around me as I slammed up in to her chamber.
It didn’t need to last long for either of us, we had been together so long that our love life had almost slipped in to a mundane existence but whenever I thought of Dylan; whenever I saw her on screen this almost primal instinct would take over and I couldn’t seem to control it.
We both seemed to fall down on to the toilet as we came crashing back down to earth; our breaths labored and frantic. I hated that I was turning in to this man, I hated the fact that I couldn’t just be wild with Beth for who she was; I hated that it took Dylan to bring out this side of me.
Just sitting there taking comfort from each other, as we slowly began to fall back in to a respectable form of breathing and it was these moments that the guilt would take over.
“You ok handsome?” Beth whispered softly as the sound of the toilet door opening reached in to the stall where we were sat still connected as my cock began to throb and come back to life. “Mmmm again?” She purred in a whisper in to my ear.
“Mmhmm; it’s all you beautiful,” I lied softly knowing that if she ever found out that it was another woman that I was thinking about when we came together like this, she would lose her mind.
I didn’t want to cause her pain, I didn’t want to hurt her because in my own way I did love her, I loved her for the woman that she was and for the fact that she had saved me from tripping around Dylan. But that was something that she didn’t know.
Beth had known that I had been in to a girl when I met her, she knew that I was falling for this other girl but I knew that it couldn’t work, so Beth had been patient, she had been supportive and she had stuck around. The least I could do was ensure that she never found out that, that very same girl she had saved me from was back and there didn’t seem to be any way of saving me this time.
Looking in to my girlfriends eyes I watched as once again they seemed to change and I was looking at the girl that I had never really stopped loving, I had never really gotten over Dylan, I had just learned how to bury what I was feeling and learnt how to hide my emotions.
But God help me because I really don’t think that I am going to come out of this sane this time. Not when the jealousy of seeing her with Carmine tonight had tore through my heart like Cupids arrow taunting me.
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Post by Mistress Angie on Sept 23, 2008 8:58:37 GMT -6
Awwww poor Jeff ; ; emotions were perfect! I loved it
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Post by HarleyMac on Sept 25, 2008 5:32:09 GMT -6
Still Can’t Get Over You;
Chapter 10;
Shannon’s House; An hour later;
Claire’s POV;
I was worried about Dylan; she was slipping quicker than what I had thought she would. I knew that coming back here was going to be tough on her, and I knew that seeing Jeff again was going to play havoc with her emotions.
“...so they kissed?” Jim asked as we pulled back the covers on the bed and climbed under them.
“Yeah but it was years ago...ten years to be exact but he...he just upped and ran off,”
“Ouch!” He replied smiling as his arms claimed me in to them and kissed my head softly. “And Shannon doesn’t know?”
“Do you honestly think; after seeing Shannon and Dylan tonight, that if he knew; Jeff would still be standing...hell no, forget standing...do you think he would still be breathing?”
“You make a very good point!” He chuckled as my fingers lightly trailed little circles around his belly button causing his entire body to shudder in a gentle wave.
“I have been known to do that sometimes you know? You don’t need to sound so surprised!” I smiled up at him as he smirked softly as my hand trailed down over the sliver of hair that ran from the underside of his belly button down to his throbbing dick.
“Claire,” He growled softly his eyes telling me what he wanted and with in the flash of a second he had me on my back.
“Mmm? Is there something that you are after Mr. Root?” I smiled as my hands automatically curled up around his neck.
“Oh I am more than sure that you know what I am after Miss. Hudson,” Once again his lips were on mine; kissing me long and hard; his body grinding in to mine slowly building the pressure between us to the point where I couldn’t have said no had I even wanted too.
“And I don’t get a say in the matter?” I asked letting my own body pick up his rhythm, watching his eyes as they half closed before his lips moved to my neck; nibbling down on the flesh until my entire being was craving him in a way that only he seemed able to conjur up in me.
“Not if you want me to be grumpy all day, tomorrow,” He growled in to my ear as I reached my hands to his boxers and began tugging at them desperately. “Plus I can see that you ain’t half as put out as you want me to think,”
“Enough talk,” I purred in to his ear rolling him until he was once again on his back.
“I just have one more thing to say then I will zip it…”
“Make it quick lover,” I purred guiding his hands around my back until he instinctively caught on to what I was needing from him and he slowly unhooked my bra; slipping his fingers under the straps he slowly so as to tease me even more began to slide them down my arms; his eyes darting from my eyes to my breasts as they slowly began to come out of the constraints of my bra.
“I like it when you take control,” He growled softly as finally he removed the material and threw it to the floor.
“I like when you let me take control,” I purred as he began to tug at my thong causing me to move slightly so that he could remove it completely.
Gliding my tongue down over his impressive upper body had him all but surrender to me, giving in to the things that I was about to inflict on him. It was a feeling that I had never truly gotten used to.
The feel of complete submission; it was empowering, it was satisfying and more of a turn on than what I had imagined it to be. The things that Jim and I shared were like nothing I had ever had with another man before. My rule had always been to stay away from the subjects that I interviewed or worked with but when I had met Jim the attraction had been instant and more than obviously returned that there was no way that I could fight it. I hadn’t wanted to fight it and for the first time in my career I had mixed business with pleasure and I was glad that I had.
If I hadn’t I wouldn’t be feeling all the rewards of being with Jim, I don’t think I could ever find someone to love me in the way that Jim did, I wouldn’t have this strong connection. I didn’t want anyone but Jim, I didn’t want to share what we had with anyone but him and I knew that he felt the same. It wasn’t something that he chose to hide and I knew in the beginning he had received some major ribbing from his friends about it but they were all used to it now and accepted it.
Nibbling at his nipples softly while my other hand stimulated the one that I didn’t have in my mouth had his entire body cave a little further to me, giving in to the things I was doing and in that instant there was nothing that could tear me away from him, nothing that could make me love him any less than what I did.
“Please…Claire…I need…” He started knowing that I could never resist the sound of him begging.
“What? Tell me what you want handsome?” I pressed sucking his nipple in to my mouth; allowing my tongue to slide over the erect bud until he was shivering out of control and his breath slowly began to become more laboured than possible.
“I-I…I-want you…”
”Mmmm I know you do!” I smiled releasing his nipple and sitting up on to my knees looking down at the body that never failed to turn me on. The sight of him always left me aching in ways that could render me in to succumbing to him just as he succumbed to me.
“I want…you-to…I want to feel-your lips on-my…dick!” He growled low in his throat his eyes moving over my body in a way that told me he wasn’t done. “I-want…your-pussy…mmm-I need…to-I-have…to-taste…you!”
“Like this?” I purred slowly turning my body and sinking my pussy down towards his face; as my tongue slid up the length of his cock that was instantly throbbing in the light in a desperate fit that told me indeed that this was what he wanted.
“Yes…oh-God yes!” He grunted running his talented tongue over the length of my pussy as his hands slowly slid over my curves until he was groping roughly at my breasts.
I couldn’t describe the heightened desire that his touch could instil inside me; all I could tell you was that without him in my life, I truly think that I would wither and die like a plant with the lack of water.
In a movement intent on giving him a slight buzz, I quickly devoured the entire length of his cock in to my mouth until he was buried in to the back of my throat. Seemingly that had been what he was waiting for as his tongue slowly slid inside me.
Grinding in to my pussy at such a slow and steady rate that for a few seconds I lost all momentum and just held him in my throat until he growled in to me; every gravel filled note rushing through my body so quickly that I was spinning in to oblivion as I soared higher and higher.
Running my tongue around his cock, trying to remain focused but all I could think about was the amazing feeling of his tongue pressing further inside me until I could feel his face pressed hard against me. The feel of his fingers tugging roughly then tenderly on my nipples; alternating between being tender and gentle to being rough and out of control.
There was no doubt that after all the years of us being together that he was still as passionate as he had ever been about me, he knew how to make me feel things that still sometimes felt new and like nothing I had ever felt and he knew how to touch me the way I liked, he knew what worked to get me off and what didn’t; no there was no doubt that this man was talented beyond believe.
Jim's POV;
There was no denying that this girl was beyond talented; she had me feeling things that couldn’t be described, I couldn’t get enough of her when we came together in this way.
Even now; she seemed too far away, like she was purposefully trying to drive me out of my mind in a way that I found that I welcomed because this girl was it for me, there was no one else that I could ever or would ever want.
Growl after growl escaped my lips and seeped in to her wet warm, smooth chamber as she moaned over my dick that was buried so far down her throat that I was sure she should be gagging but no as talented as she was a writer; she was equally talented in giving blowjobs.
My fingers gripped on to her nipples lightly but tugged roughly causing her to push back against my tongue as it seemed to become buried even deeper inside her smouldering insides. I loved going down on Claire, I loved the sweet intoxicating scent of her chamber, I loved the devastating taste that seemed to take over every inch of my tongue and taste buds until I couldn’t remember a time when I hadn’t known this taste.
Slamming my own hips up to meet her talented mouth as her throat relaxed a little more and swallowed me down a little further; the tightness of the space in which I was buried seemed to build a friction around the sensitive tip and I could feel my eyes rolling back in to my head.
Driving my tongue up to her clit; I slammed against the swollen and almost tender spot; dragging from side to side, up and down, going round in circles causing her to moan a little louder as slowly her clit began to react to my movements; getting ready to erupt.
“Sit up beautiful!” I ordered as I withdrew my tongue and began to push her in to a sitting position; her back facing me.
“Mmmm…can I ride you like a cowgirl?” She panted breathlessly.
“You can fuck me in anyway you want sexy!” I whispered in to her ear as I sat up; my stomach pressing in to her back and gently pulling us both backwards until I was resting against the headboard.
“Mmmm now that I like the sound of,” She purred as she slowly sank her pussy all the way around my cock; swallowing me so deep inside her that we both seemed momentarily stunned by the tight friction and amazing feeling of getting what we had seemed to be wanting the whole night.
“Fuck Claire…you feel so…mmmhhhh…tight!” I grunted running my hands up the sides of her amazing shape until my hands curled around to the front and cupped her amazing breasts in to my hands.
“Jimmmm aaahhhh mmmmm oh fuck…you’re so…fucking hard!” She purred letting her hips slowly slide up and then slam back down building a heat and sweat that could only be quenched by one thing that would happen soon if she didn’t stop slowly swaying her hips with every painfully slow thrust she inflicted on me. “Do you love me!?” She purred running her hands through her hair; it was a simple act that always seemed to leave me begging on my knees no matter the time or place.
“Love you…? Do you really need to ask me…?”
“Please I need to hear you say it baby!” She purred seductively as her hips continued to sway as she slowly slid her way up my throbbing shaft and then slamming down hard all the while my hands tugged and lightly traced over her breasts.
“I love you Claire…I have always loved you, it is always going to be you!” I whispered in to her ear; my eyes looking down over her body as she brought us closer and closer to release.
And suddenly it wasn’t enough; I wanted to see her face, I wanted to see her body, I wanted to watch as the pleasure flushed through her body and I wanted to feel her breath on my face.
Lifting her slightly had her turn her head and glare at me; slapping her ass lightly, I flipped her on to her back and was instantly rewarded to the sexiest smile in the world as she opened her legs to me; drawing me closer as her feet landed on my ass and pushed hard until I was buried back where I wanted to be.
A small moan and gasp escaped those beautiful ruby lips and I was drowning in those almost midnight blue eyes that could literally get me to do absolutely anything that she wanted me too.
Pounding in to her as quick and as hard as I could had her quickly moaning a little louder as her nails scratched down the front of my body; dragging the flesh with her and the blood seeping from the marks.
Biting down on her neck to stop myself from screaming out in pain, I thundered harder in to her, causing her to move her nails to my back and repeat the process of dragging the flesh away from my body; heat escaped through me as the blood trickled from the injuries and once again I was driving so hard in to her that she was bucking harder against me.
The raw passion that erupted out of us had scared me when it had first happened because I wasn’t the type of guy that wanted to hurt the woman that he was with but when she assured me that she felt safe and knew that should she need it to stop I would, I had started to calm down and just go with it.
Sex with Claire was the most intense sex that I had ever had with anyone and I wouldn’t want to trade that for anything else.
“Claire…mmm you feel-so-goood,” I groaned out as I could feel my release getting closer and closer.
Wave upon wave of hunger and delightful pleasure started to pump out of my cock and in to her chamber and instantly I could feel the quiver start deep with in her as I dragged my dick slowly out of her only to slam back in hard and fast.
“Mmmm Jim…oh fuck…oh God…yes…yes…yes…yyyyyeeeessssss!” She moaned out loud but from the noises coming from the next room, I wasn’t overly bothered about people hearing us.
Watching her, drinking in the pleasure as it flushed through her beautiful face, causing her beautiful eyes to sparkle that little bit more, the way her lips parted ever so slightly to let out a long moan. I loved the way she seemed to just radiate a little brighter like a star sparkling in the sky in the dead of night.
Then before I could stop it; a long satisfied snarl escaped through my lips as I pounded in to her forcefully, dragging her release higher as she moaned again, small satisfied moans continued to escape those amazing full lips until all that was left were two panting bodies.
Collapsed together in unison as we stayed connected wave upon wave of post orgasmic shivers seemed to bubble around my deflated cock until I was slowly withdrawing from her and collapsing on to the bed.
“I love you baby,” She whispered staring at the ceiling as she tried to get her breath back in to a respectable rhythm.
“I love you too baby girl,” I replied leaning in and placing a kiss to her cheek as she turned and smiled happily at me; her eyes still twinkling with the remains of her orgasm. “I want…to spend the rest of my life with you Claire,”
“I want to spend the rest of my life with you too,” She admitted smiling the way she had when we had first met and that had been the minute that I had known that I had to make her mine and here we were four years later still as happy and as in love as we had ever been.
“You mean that?” I asked watching her for her reaction.
“Of course! You know me I never say anything that I don’t mean handsome,” She giggled softly letting her head fall down on to my chest and her arm drape across my body; tracing little circles around my belly button once again.
“I know…” Instantly I was panting once again; my thoughts on one thing and that was when we got back to New York; I had to find a jeweller and pick out the perfect ring.
We had been together four years and those four years had been the best of my life, I never wanted this feeling to end; I wanted it to strengthen and the more I thought about it the more I found myself wondering why I hadn’t thought of asking her before.
“You know you are insatiable,” I chuckled as her fingers slowly began to roam further down until her thumb was circling the bell end of my cock.
“Only when it comes to you Mr. Root!” She whispered as my dick seemed to react to her in the way it always did and began to inflate towards full erection.
“Awe you are quite the charmer you know that?” I chuckled as my fingers found their way in to her long beautiful hair.
“So I’ve been told,” She giggled softly as each circle she wound around my cock seemed to get further and further down until she was at the base of my shaft and letting her long talented fingers stroke over my balls.
And once again the hunger was building, the need to have her, the desire to fuck her hard and fast, and the lust to touch her body took over until I was pushing her on to her back.
“I bet you have,” I growled slowly inching my hand in between her legs and parting them until she was spread wide and smiling in a seductive tone up at me.
“Again? Already?” She smiled as her smooth tongue snaked out over her lips causing me to become slightly disorientated for a split second.
“It’s all you,” I grunted. “You’re amazing!” I slowly moved my lips to hers.
Claiming her lips hard as my cock slowly inched in to her waiting chamber and the moan that escaped her body and spilled down my throat had seemingly brought us to life as we began moving against one another again.
Still Can’t Get Over You;
Chapter 11;
The following day; Shannon’s house;
Corey’s POV;
For the whole day Dylan had hidden in her room; refusing to see or talk to anyone other than me, or Carmine. It was more than obvious that she was embarrassed about what had gone down the previous night and she was severely hung over.
About an hour and a half ago, I had been lying on her bed watching her as she rambled about what a fool she had made of herself until she seemingly snapped out of it and got up, changed and decided that she was going for a run alone.
Shannon had helped her climb over the back wall of his home so that she didn’t have to deal with the paparrazi that had refused to leave the front of my best friend’s brother’s home. So Dylan had pulled on a wig and a pair of black shades and off she went alone with Oz; Shannon’s pit bull.
Jeff and Beth had been by early in the day but when Dylan had refused to leave her room, they had left pretty quickly. Beth had just wanted to come in to say bye to Dylan and H before she left. Apparently from what H told us; Beth was heading out to LA to help her sister out who was pregnant and nearing her due date.
The minute they had left had been when Dylan decided that she was going for her run, so I had left her alone to get changed and just as she had disappeared over the back of the wall my phone had rung.
It turned out that the committee working the reunion that my best friend was attending in a couple of days time needed a favor from me and my band. The band that they had hired had cancelled at the very last minute so they were stuck in a bind, so they had called my management company saying that they knew I was in town with half of the band and they wanted me to do it.
So the minute that I had seen Dylan clearing the wall, I had rounded everyone up and hoped against hope that we could come up with something because there was absolutely no way that I was doing those people a favor especially after all that they had done to my best friend.
“...dude it is going to be awesome; I just wish that we could be there to see it,” Matt announced once we had all agreed on a plan.
“Well you know that I could easily make it happen,” I chuckled softly. “I mean I have the feeling that they are willing to do anything that they can to ensure that they get us so I think that no matter what I ask for I am gonna get it,” I smiled happy in the knowledge of the plan that we had come up with.
“All right well I am in,” Matt announced clearly happy to be helping out his old friend.
“Guys?” I looked at Shannon, Claire, and Jeff who had come back to the house alone. After spending the majority of the past hour talking to him, I could clearly see that he was a nice guy who was just going through a tough time, it wasn’t like he was out to intentionally cause problems.
Everyone nodded and I smiled as I picked up my phone and dialed the number to our manager and informed him that the band were willing on doing the gig but there were a few demands that we wanted to be met before anything was set in stone.
A couple of hours later;
Dylan’s POV;
I had been absolutely mortified this morning when I had woken up. Little snippets of what I had done the previous night seemed to flash in my minds eye; telling me that I had made nothing but a complete fool of myself.
It took me the better part of the day to even just venture out of the bedroom but then I went for this run and I felt more alive and refreshed to the point where I didn’t care what any of my old friends thought about my behaviour last night because it wasn’t like none of them had ever been drunk.
Turning on to the street where my brother lived, I looked down at Oz who was running along side me happily, looking up at me he barked once.
“Here goes nothing Oz,” I mumbled glancing up the street to where there clearly were still media hanging around waiting for me or H or Corey and his friends.
I knew that either one of us would make them all happy, but my friends were less tolerant of the media that followed us pretty much everywhere we went and it wasn’t hard to see why they were that way. Our lives seemed to be public property or at least that was what the paparrazi seemed to think.
Especially when it came to Corey and I; it seemed that photos of me and my best friend fetched a fare amount of money, because there was always speculation that there was more than friendship between me and my best friend. When in truth they would probably be surprised at how boring we really were.
Corey and I were best friends sure, we were soul mates but there was never and would never be any kind of attraction between us. Our friendship was deep and we were connected but that was as far as it went, that was all that either of us had ever wanted and I was thankful that he had been brought in to my life because he supported me no matter what, he seemed to get me where most of my other friends didn’t.
“Dylan can we have a moment of your time?”
“Dylan can I ask a couple of questions?”
“Dylan how do your friends and Family feel about having you back in town?”
“Dylan is it true that you are going to the WWE training camp?”
My body curled in reaction to the last question that was fired in my direction, but I didn’t say a word; keeping a firm grip on Oz’s lead, I pushed my way through the small crowd that had gathered outside my brother’s house.
This wasn’t something that was new, everywhere I went there seemed to be someone willing to catch moments in time of my life, freezing things that were mundane and normal for most people seemed to hold some kind of lure when you were famous.
Finally reaching the front door, I pushed it open and literally threw myself over the threshold and closed the door in their faces. Resting my hands against the oak front door, I slowly gathered my composure and breath until I heard a male tone clearing their throat.
Slowly turning my eyes landed on Jeff lying out on the sofa but sitting up so that he could look in to my eyes, clearly he was amused.
“I swear to God; they need to get a life!” I mumbled letting my body rest back against the door as my hands ran through my hair.
“Ahh but they do have a life DJ...their life consists of following you around,” He replied his tiger like eyes burning in to my own and leaving every inch of my body aching for him in a way that I hadn’t ached since he had kissed me ten years ago.
“You’re not helping,” I replied smiling weakly at him.
“I may not be helping but I do believe that I got you to smile,” He chuckled lying back down and out of view. “I don’t think that I have seen you smile like that since you got here,” He commented softly.
“Excuse me?” I asked walking around the sofa and looking down at him as his eyes seemed to travel over my frame, leaving me feeling slightly flustered and out of breath...again.
“Seems to me that you haven’t really smiled since you got here...that smile you just flashed at me; that is the smile that I remember,”
“Yeah well what would you know...? You don’t even know me anymore,” I whirled away from the sofa but he reacted quicker than I would have thought was possible.
“I think we should talk,” He said standing up until his body was pressed against mine and I was struggling to remain focused and in control.
“Where-Where is e-everyone?” I asked stumbling but damn it he was really close; so close that I can feel his breath on my face, I can feel my heart hammering in time to his own and I can feel my knees threatening to buckle from under me.
“Out by the pool,” He said refusing to look away from me; making it even harder for me to move, my legs had seemingly turned in to those of the tin man from the Wizard of Oz, as they seemed to have completely failed me. “DJ I really think that we need to talk...” He pressed his hand still gripping on to my wrist tightly.
“I bet you do...”
”What does that mean?” He asked still holding on to me as I forced my legs to work; but he had a firm grip on my wrist.
“It means that you may want to play games with my feelings again but I can’t take it...I can’t let you do that to me again Jeff because a little part of me...” Stopping myself from saying anymore, I looked down at his hand on my wrist. “I suggest that you let go of me now!”
“A little part of you what?” He asked letting me go instantly.
Turning on my heel, I made my way along the hallway until I had almost reached the room that Carmine and I were sharing, and then he was on me again; grabbing my wrist and whirling me to face him; his body inching closer to mine until I was literally pinned to the wall.
“Let me go...!” I started to plead with him.
“A little part of you what Dylan?” Jeff had never called me Dylan in his life, all the years that we had known each other it had been Dyl or finally DJ. Not once had he called me Dylan.
But why did it sound so right coming out of his mouth?
“Jeff don’t do this...!” I panted; the effects of him being so close were going straight to my head, I was melting in to the bubbling idiot he had kissed ten years ago and if he tried to kiss me right now I really don’t think that I would be able to fight him, I wouldn’t be able to fight the chemistry that was clearly still there between us.
“A little part of you what?” He pressed again a little more forcefully, as he refused to back down on this, he refused to leave me with my dignity. “Tell me Dylan!” He pressed angrily.
“A little part of me died...I can’t have you near me, I can’t allow myself to feel...when you kissed me, when you ran away...I wanted to die, I wanted all the pain to just stop and a part of me did die that day...there are you happy!” I pushed him hard until he was against the wall opposite and seeing my chance, I tore in to my room and closed the door locking it behind me.
My body fell back against the wood of the door, gasping for air thankful to finally be behind a locked door, giving me some distance from Jeff and the things that I was clearly still feeling for him.
Please God give me the strength to get through this week!
Please God let me get through this with my dignity intact!
Please God don’t let me be anywhere alone with Jeff!
I wasn’t one to pray very often but when I did, I knew that it was for good reason and I was almost always rewarded to an answer; sometimes it wasn’t the answer that I seeked but it was an answer all the same.
Jeff's POV;
Standing on the other side of the door, my head resting against the wood; my hand tracing lines over the surface as the sound of her words seeped in to my body, in to my heart and in to my head.
“Dylan...” I pressed a little harder against the door, hoping that she would answer me but when she didn’t I just hoped that she could at least hear me. “A part of me died too!”
I stood there for a few extra moments hoping that somehow she would open the door but when she didn’t, I turned on my heel and headed out in to the front of the house where I was instantly swamped by reporters and photographers.
“Jeff can we have a few moments of your time?”
“Jeff can I ask you a few questions?”
“Jeff are Dylan and Carmine here to plan their wedding?”
Turning I glared at the reporter who had asked that question; great now I had the images of Dylan getting married to another man in my head to plague me; thanks a lot lady!
“Jeff why are they here in town?”
“Do you think that Dylan is having an affair with Corey Taylor?”
Pushing my way through the hoards of them until I reached my car, I climbed behind the wheel and slowly I backed my way out of the driveway making sure not to hit any of these vultures; although the thought of doing it was more than appealing.
My eyes looked to the house; and landed on the window where Dylan was residing, and I saw her stood watching as I drove away. The tears were evident on her face, I hadn’t wanted to cause her anymore pain, I hadn’t wanted to be the cause of any of her pain and I sure as hell didn’t want her to think that I would intentionally do that to her.
My eyes lingered for a few seconds longer than they should have as the reporters and photographers turned and caught her in the window causing her to close the blinds quickly and disappear from view.
Pressing my foot down, I tore away from my best friend’s house, the one place where I had always felt it safe to come too but now with so much temptation behind the safety of the doors, I really wasn’t sure of how much time I would be spending here.
Without thought I headed for the one person that never judged, the one person that never passed judgment on other people or their problems and by the time I arrived at his house it was almost dark and my phone was ringing.
“Hey reject,” I answered knowing if I didn’t he would just keep on calling until I did finally answer.
“Hey man where did you go?” He asked the sound of the party kicking up filtered down the connection.
My heart literally broke as I thought about what Dylan had said, the way in which she had spat her words at me, the tone in her voice telling me that she was still hurt by what I had done and no one could really blame her.
“I wasn’t feeling all that well so I just headed home,” I lied.
Now I was lying to my best friend?
What the hell was I doing?
Shaking my head I let it fall back against the head rest and sighed heavily; Beth was gone for God knew how long, Dylan was here in town for at least a week...how was I meant to get through this?
“Oh ok! Well I will let you go; I just wanted to see if you were ok, you are still coming to the reunion though right?” My friend asked laughing obviously at something that was going on in front of him.
“I wouldn’t miss it dude! I will call you tomorrow ok?”
We said our goodbyes as my thoughts turned to Corey’s plans for the reunion that he was now suddenly going to be a part of.
It had been obvious that he wasn’t prepared to make nice with the people who had from all accounts made Dylan’s life hell. Shannon hadn’t let Matt and I know just how bad it had gotten for Dylan at school, they bullied her relentlessly; filling her locker with wet toilet paper, weighing her bag down with rocks, pushing her down flights of stairs, teasing her about the way she looked, picking at her for not acting or dressing like a girl and setting her up to be the butt of their many childish jokes.
It made me mad as hell to know that she had been treated that way, that she had been in my life for all those years and I had no idea of how bad it was for her at school and now that I had heard those words coming from her mouth I felt more helpless and ashamed of my actions than I ever had.
There was absolutely no way that I wasn’t going to be there to support Corey in his plans, and to support Dylan should she need it but it wasn’t something that Corey wanted his best friend knowing. He wanted it all to be a surprise apart from the part of him playing the reunion all the other plans were being kept quiet from her.
Sliding out of the car, I didn’t bother locking it because there was really no need. I slowly climbed the steps to the front porch and knocked on the front door.
Running my hands through my hair, I waited for a response which came a few moments later, looking in to the older man’s eyes; coming to him for advice hadn’t been anything that I had ever done because that wasn’t the relationship that we had ever had but here I was with no where else to go and no one else to turn too.
“What’s up with you?” He smiled pushing the screen open; he motioned me inside.
“I-I...I need someone to talk too...” I said praying that he would be able to give me advice because right in this moment the only thing stopping me from going back to Dylan was the fear of rejection.
The older man nodded and led the way in to the kitchen where he pulled out a bottle of Whiskey and placed it on the kitchen table giving me the option on telling him just how bad this was. If I opened it he would know in an instant how bad it really was.
Slowly I reached for the bottle and he let out a little sigh and nodded his head; encouraging me to talk to him. He wasn’t the best at sharing his feelings or showing his emotions; it had taken a long time to work him out but I knew in a heart beat that he was here and he was listening and waiting for me to talk.
“I’m in trouble...Dad I need your help!” I said softly throwing back the shot I had poured myself.
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Post by Mistress Angie on Sept 25, 2008 11:27:39 GMT -6
Awww poor Jeff & Dylan ; ; I hope they finally realize what they could have together  |
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Post by HarleyMac on Sept 27, 2008 5:05:17 GMT -6
Still Can’t Get Over You;
Chapter 12;
Saturday Afternoon;
H’s POV;
It had been a quick week; hanging out, getting to know Shannon again, seeing the bond rebuilding between him and his sister was something that I knew both were happy about and seemingly basking in.
Sitting on the floor of the room in the hotel where the reunion was being held tonight; Shannon, Dylan, Claire, Matt, Jeff and I were watching Corey on stage with the other members of Stone Sour rehearsing.
Carmine had opted to head out to visit Dylan and Shannon’s Mother; he wanted to get to know the Mother of the woman who he was going to be marrying in a year’s time. And I knew that he was planning on maybe getting to know a little more about the woman that he was planning on spending his life with.
Jim kept looking at Claire; his eyes burning with all the things that he felt for his woman. It was more than obvious that the love that they shared as a couple just seemed to get stronger as the days went by and I hoped that Shannon and I could be half as happy as my two friends.
If it weren’t for Dylan I would never have met these guys and never have the strong bond that we all shared as a group. Where Shannon had said that he, Jeff, Matt and Beth were the core group; that was much how it was with me, Dylan, Claire, Corey, Roy and Jim. As a group we were always together or hanging out with one or the other.
The sound of the doors at the back of the room opened causing Dylan, Matt, Jeff, Claire, Shannon and myself to turn and see who was intruding on the rehearsal. Instantly Dylan was groaning as her eyes moved to the stage where Corey had looked up; their eyes locking on to one another and almost just as instantly as the door had opened, he was down off the stage and striding towards her.
”What is it?” I asked at the same time as he reached her and helped her to her feet.
“That’s Jake,” She sighed dusting herself off and looking at Corey who reached for her. “Just give me a moment yeah?” She asked.
Corey nodded and stepped back from her as she turned her eyes landed on Jeff for a split second who seemed to be instantly struggling with the weight of her eyes. But it had been like this almost since she had arrived; the two refused to talk about it and every time he walked in to a room she would walk out, every time he tried to talk to her she would completely blank him.
Now here she was willing to talk to a man who had done far worse things to her in the past but as that thought entered my head I knew it to be wrong; Jeff had been out of line when he had done what he had. Dylan had fallen for him hard and he had kissed her then ran off in the opposite direction without so much as an explanation.
The sigh escaped his lips as she walked away, his hands all but throwing in to the air as he turned away and moved towards the stage where he began prowling in a determined pace clearly frustrated by the fact that she wouldn’t even look at him now.
“Who is Jake?” Jim asked approaching where we were stood watching as Dylan came to a stop in front of the man who had played that cruel joke on her all those years ago.
The smile played on his lips as he greeted her softly, the two slowly slipping in to a conversation, Dylan seemed slightly on edge, her hands stuffed in to the back pockets of her jeans.
“Jake is the piece of shit who...” Corey started but couldn’t get the rest out as he thought about what his best friend had been through and I knew that if he could erase those horrible memories from our best friends mind then he would in a heart beat.
So instead we listened as Shannon explained what had gone down, his own temper clearly visible in the way his hands were curled up in to tight balls as he explained that Jake was now the owner of this hotel.
“He owns this place huh?” Corey pondered his clear blue eyes sparkling with a hidden wicked glint that not many people could miss when it sparked in those eyes.
“Corey Todd Taylor!” I giggled softly as the sound of flesh hitting flesh reached us and we all turned to see Jake stood with his hand on his face as Dylan stepped close to him and whispered before turning and stalking a clear path back towards us.
“What the hell chicka?” Corey asked as she stepped up next to him and glared back at Jake who watched as Corey, Roy, Jim, Matt, Jeff and Shannon all stepped forward until Dylan stopped them.
“It’s ok guys; I sorted it!” She said still glaring at the man until he took the hint and headed back out the way he had come in.
”What was that about?” Corey asked looking down at his best friend who suddenly smiled brightly. “Woah...you’re smiling...I mean really smiling,”
Shannon stepped up next to me and wrapped me up tightly in to his embrace where I felt my body relax in to him, taking all the comfort, all the warmth and all the love that he had to offer.
There was no denying the attraction that was between us, it would have been pointless to even try because as always it was as strong as it ever was; in fact it may just be stronger now that we were all grown up and knew the kind of relationship that we could have and I knew in my heart, deep down that I was most probably going to love this man for the rest of my life.
“Well it seems that I finally got to tell him that ‘I’ was too good for a loser like him,” She smiled and it was true this was the first time that she had really smiled in the longest time. “I remembered what you told me actually...” She looked up in to the eyes of the man who was holding her close.
“What I told you...? What did I tell you?” Corey asked clearly confused.
“You always tell me; that should a man ever say that he feels a energy between us that I should slap him...so I did!” She giggled causing everyone to smile. “And I told him that I could see his particular energy in his pants,”
“Wow...” Shannon said through his fit of laughing, which everyone had seemed to slip in to. “His wife ain’t gonna be too impressed when she hears about this,”
“He’s married!?” Dylan almost choked on her words as she looked to her little brother.
“Mmhmm to Victoria Beck...you remember her?” Shannon asked watching his little sister with nothing but love and pride in his eyes.
Growing up Shannon and Dylan had been closer than most silbings that I had ever met, I think mainly because Shannon knew the majority of what was going on at school and at least if she was hanging out with him he knew that she was safe and not being bullied the way that she had been while they were apart during the school day.
“Oh yeah I remember that skank...she was the one who screamed out that car that day,” Dylan informed us and instantly the sparkle that had been in Corey’s eyes seemed to come back full force as he looked to me.
I knew Corey well enough to know when he wanted to talk and now was absolutely no different. I excused myself from Shannon and nodded at Corey who handed Dylan over to Roy who held her close, whispering softly at her causing the smile to come back to her face widely.
Looking at Shannon my heart threatened to beat right out of my chest as his own gorgeous baby blue eyes latched on to mine and I was drowning out of reality and in to the things that I was feeling for him. This man was surely going to be the death of me!
Shannon's POV;
I couldn’t be more proud of my sister’s actions here today if I tried. Everything that she had been through, all the teasing and relentless bullying that she had, had to endure on a daily basis seemed to have molded her in to this amazing woman who took crap from no one and for that I thanked God because with victims of bullying it could have easily gone the other way.
My eyes watched as H moved away from the group with Corey, both talking quietly to themselves. Without effort my eyes seemed to travel over the way her hips moved as she walked, the way her long hair seemed to sway in time to the movements that she made and it was in this moment that I knew I was in trouble.
There was going to be absolutely no coming back from this girl, there was something addictive about her, something mesmerizing that I couldn’t put my finger on and that something had me literally on my knees; willing to adhere to any wish that she may have or to anything that she may need.
“We’re gonna have a blast tonight right sugar?” Roy said to my little sister who looked up in to her exes eyes and smiled at him while nodding her head.
Out of all the men that she had dated, Roy was the only ex that she had kept as part of her life, the only man who had shared her life romantically and platonically and it wasn’t difficult to see that they were connected in a way that most men would find hard to live with but Carmine was seemingly a stronger man than most as he told me that he knew that there was only friendship between the two now.
But as always my little sister was much more comfortable around men than she was with women and the majority of her friends were male so any man who was going to become involved with her would have to find a way to deal with the fact that she had all these men in her life.
“You betchya!” She replied smiling as the sound of the room to the hall where the reunion was going to take place closed and as we all looked around we realized that it had been Corey and H who had disappeared through it. “Now what is he up to?” Dylan pondered her thoughts on her best friend causing me to chuckle lightly.
“So you know that I got them to place your seat right next to me...!” Roy said smiling at me as his arms stayed firmly around my little sister; who in turn seemed willing to just take the comfort from her one time lover.
“You’re the best Roy,” She smiled. “I just don’t want to be left alone with those fucking idiots you know?”
“I know! Why else would I get them to put your seat in your normal position?” Roy chuckled squeezing her nose lightly as she giggled up at him.
My interest seemed to wane as I thought about what tonight would hold for H and I. We were coming to the reunion at the request of Corey and his demands on accepting the gig. Dylan however had no idea that we were all coming, Jeff and Matt, me and H, she did know that Claire was coming because well Jim would obviously want her there.
After the first week of dating H; I was beyond frustrated, I was constantly looking at her imagining her naked, wanting her in ways that I had never wanted a woman before but as much as she wanted to wait, I wanted to wait too. I had rushed in to relationships in the past and none of them had worked out. H was the one girl that I didn’t want that happening with; I had wanted this girl for way too long, I had wanted her in my life in every way since we were kids and that meant if we had to take the time to get it right then I would do it.
Hell I would walk to the end of the world if it meant that I could be with her; if it meant that we would be together for a long time then so be it.
Not one of the other women that I had dated, not even my ex wife had been as special as H; it was true I held the girl on a pedastel; which had been one of the reasons that my marriage had failed. Crystal had been unable to deal with the fact that everything she did was constantly compared to the one girl who had always held my heart in her hand.
Now it seemed that fate was giving us a break; thrusting us together; we were going to be working with one another, we were going to be traveling around the world together and we were going to be spending all our free time together not to mention that I was about to be getting paid to kiss her.
Could my life really get any better in this moment?
The doors opened once again; and the room seemed to brighten dramatically as H and Corey came in to view laughing and still talking quietly amongst themselves as they made their way over to us.
Roy's POV;
I truly didn’t understand why people found the fact that Dylan and I were still friends so weird. I mean the girl was amazing, she was so easy to get along with and so easy to like; that the thought of us not being friends just hadn’t been an option when we had broken up.
It was true that when we broke up we were still very much in love but as time had gone on we had found it easier to just look at one another as friends and we both seemed to believe that this was how it was meant to work out.
It had actually been Dylan who had suggested that I take over from Joel Ekman who left Stone Sour two years ago when his son had fallen ill and subsequently died from a brain tumor. At first it had been a little difficult but after the initial shock we had bonded and now we were tighter than ever as a group and as friends. I knew I had Dylan to thank for that.
I still thought she was stunningly beautiful but there was no feelings there anymore, we were friends, we hung out and I loved having her around when I was on stage. Every show that she came too, she would sit next to me on the drum riser; the feel of her tapping her feet in time to my own was something that I couldn’t describe, it was almost like she was my good luck charm; because the nights that she was at a show were the nights that I seemed to play just that little bit better.
Holding her close she smiled at Corey and H who approached the group; instantly their conversation stopped and they smiled at her happily.
”Ok spill it,” She said purposefully ignoring Jeff who I could see was watching not only her but me too.
This wasn’t something that was new to either of us; people always thought that it was weird that we could hang out like this, to be able to hold on to one another, to express our feelings so freely when for the better part of a year we had been together all the time but it was because of our time together that we could be like this and neither of us found the need to explain or justify our actions with one another.
It was however obvious to me that Jeff was sinking; we had talked a little over the past couple of days, we had hung out and I could see all the things that he felt for my friend because I had been there, I had felt that way about her once, I had looked at her the exact same way as he did and sometimes in a small way I wished that I still did but ultimately I wouldn’t ever change what we had now for what we had back then.
Dylan was a private girl, she held her cards close to her chest and being in her life as a boyfriend was hard, she was guarded, she was cagey and she held her men at arms length. Being her friend was much easier, she let her friends in, she shared much more when you were her friend and she held her friends in a higher respect than her men.
It wasn’t that she was mean or cold hearted; it was just that after all that she had been through with the kids from school, she had never really had very many friends and the way she figured it; men came and went but friends were the ones who stuck around no matter what.
I knew that Carmine struggled with the way that she was sometimes; which I figured was the reason he had chose to hang out with her Mother today while we rehearsed. I guessed he was looking for something that would give him a little insight in to the woman that he was planning on marrying.
“Spill what?” Corey asked opening his arms to her, she smiled up at me and kissed my cheek before walking in to her best friend’s arms where she snuggled in and took comfort from him.
Ignoring the conversation, I turned to see Jeff sitting on the edge of the stage and watching with interest. Making my way over to him, I sat down and looked at him until he turned and returned my stare.
“What?” He asked casually.
“Nothing! Just wondering why you are sat over here, when the one person you want to be close to is standing over there,” I observed glancing across as Dylan shrieked happily and hugged her friends tightly.
“She doesn’t want to talk to me...”
“Give her time Jeff...she’ll come around,” I replied honestly. If I had learned anything about Dylan Jane Moore it was that she was stubborn, she was headstrong and frustratingly strong willed but she would come round, I knew she would because what she felt for Jeff was just too strong for her to fight.
“You think so...?” He asked looking over at her in time to catch the glare that she shot at him. “Because every time she looks at me like that...I just...another little part of me gives up...I mean I made a mistake, I did something that I shouldn’t have and I have paid for that...”
”Paid for it?” I asked not understanding what he meant.
“I lost her; she walked out of my life without so much as a goodbye...you have no idea how much that hurt, how it seemed to just grip on to my heart to hard that I felt like I was crippled. She doesn’t...she won’t even...I swear if she thought that she could get away with murder; I would probably be dead right now!” He let out a nervous chuckle as the others slipped in to an almost unaudible conversation.
“Her bark is worse than her bite dude, trust me she will come round, she just needs time...”
“Time for what? I don’t understand...she is getting married, she is in love with someone else...she’s moved on...”
”You haven’t?”
“I thought I had, I thought that I had buried all that I felt for her, I thought that I had managed to get past it with Beth but Dylan comes home and just one look at her in the flesh and I am back to square one...” He looked directly at me and I could see in fact that he was struggling, he was lost and he didn’t know how to get back from what he was suddenly feeling once again. “I’m not this guy; I’m not the guy who cheats,”
I nodded knowing that he was telling the truth; or that he believed that he was telling the truth because the real truth was that no one knew what they were capable of when presented with the kind of love that he still felt for my ex.
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Post by Mistress Angie on Sept 27, 2008 16:16:49 GMT -6
Awww this was an awesome update!! Karmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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Post by HarleyMac on Sept 30, 2008 6:58:54 GMT -6
Still Can’t Get Over You;
Chapter 13;
Jeff’s POV;
I listened as Dylan asked Shannon to take her friends back to the house, because she needed to take the rental she had hired to go pick up Carmine then head out to Raleigh where she was picking up her stylist, wardrobe guy and personal assistant who were all flying in to help her get ready for tonight.
Shannon agreed saying that he would have to make two trips but he would manage. Looking across at us he looked at Roy.
“You don’t mind waiting around until I drop the others off first do ya?” He asked Dylan’s ex who smiled at Dylan before turning to Shannon.
“Sure man; I’m easy...” Roy said.
“It’s true Shan; he’s easier than...” Dylan giggled softly.
God I loved that sound. My eyes drank her in, the way her cloths cut in to her frame; showing off her curves and assests to the best ability that cloths could.
“Hey now!” Roy objected cutting her off.
“Awe dude, you know I love ya,” Breezing over to where I was sat with the man in question; her arms wrapped around his neck she leaned in and whispered so quietly in to his ear that I couldn’t hear her at all.
“You know Shan; I have my car, I can drop Roy back at your place; save you making two trips,” I said glancing back to Shannon before looking back to the two friends who were clearly having a conversation from where they were still holding on to one another.
“Is that ok with you Roy?” Shannon asked causing the man to pull away from Dylan for a few moments as she turned and once again glared at me.
The look in her beautiful dark eyes wasn’t something that I was used to seeing on her; whenever I watched her on TV there was always this calm but sexy glint that could render me incapable of doing anything other than watching her with my mouth gaping open widely.
“Yeah as long as Jeff doesn’t mind,” Roy looked across at me, I could see the sympathy in his eyes as he caught the residue of the glare that Dylan had cast at me.
“I wouldn’t have offered had I minded,” I replied.
“Just make sure it is really what you want to do before you go offering him something that you won’t follow through on,” Dylan spat at me before turning on her heel. “I’m outta here guys, catch y’all back at Shannon’s,” She called back as she swung her bag over her head and headed towards the exit; taking my dignity with her.
I had never thought that her words could cut so deep but I was left feeling as though I had just taken a knife to the chest. I deserved that, I deserved a hell of a lot more considering all that I had done to her in the past.
Roy reached out and touched my shoulder supportively. I was however thankful that she had, had the foresight to keep her insult low enough that the other’s hadn’t heard it.
The other’s bid us farewell after telling me to meet them here tonight at eight and we’d all come in together. But as I watched them I wasn’t even sure that I was going to come after all; it was more than obvious that Dylan didn’t want me around and I wasn’t the guy who would hang around when he wasn’t wanted.
“You know that she didn’t mean that...” Roy started as we followed on behind the others after a few moments of me trying to regain my composure.
“Didn’t she...? ‘Cos it sure as hell sounded like venom in her voice to me,” I replied as we moved through the lobby of the expensive hotel, people slowly turned to look at us; Roy with half his head blood red, much like Dylan’s, and the other half dead black, while my own hair was multi-colored at my own request; both of us littered with tattoos; granted Roy had more but I wasn’t exactly ink free, me in a pair of black three quarter length black trousers and a vest top; my hair pulled tightly back in to a bun showing off the multiple colors in my hair. Roy in ripped and faded jeans with a vest top to match my own his hair spiked up in the punk style he wore it in more often than not.
It was obviously clear that we were going to stand out in a crowd, I wasn’t sure about Roy but I loved the shock factor, I loved the fact that people stared at me. It was what I had been going for when I had created this look and seeing the desired effect made me feel a little better about what had just happened in the room where the reunion was going to take place.
“She’s just stressed about tonight; she gets like that when she is stressed,” Roy informed me as four men walked past carrying large glass bowls heading in the direction in which we came.
“Oh my God he really did it?” I stopped watching the four men carrying the glass bowls as they disappeared in to the room we had just exited.
“He sure did!” Roy chuckled. “Isn’t it awesome?”
“I think she is gonna flip when she sees what he has done for her,” I admitted thinking about all the things that Corey had riled off that he had wanted for doing the gig tonight; everything that he had asked for was for Dylan and making her feel comfortable.
Roy’s phone started ringing before I could say anything else causing him to pull it from his pocket and smiled.
“Hey chicka...you didn’t get enough of me five minutes ago?” He chuckled holding his phone away from his ear as I heard Dylan go in to a tirade of insults causing me to chuckle loudly. “Ok you done sweetness...? You kiss Carmine with that mouth...? No way really...? Well I can’t tell since you aren’t in front of me...yeah I am; whatchya gonna do about it...? Ouch...” He cringed as we stepped out in to the humid air and made for my truck. “Ok sure...yeah Jeff is taking me home...I’ll be sure...I promise...ok beautiful talk to you back at your brother’s...love ya too honey...bye!” Hanging up he climbed in to the passenger side and looked over at me.
“Everything ok?”
“It seems that Corey has demanded the penthouse suite for tonight; everyone is welcome to stay over...”
”I don’t know that I am gonna be there,” I said turning the key in the engine and the sound of my old faithful truck roaring to life was what tore through the silence.
“I didn’t take you for a quitter,” Roy said handing me a cigarette before lighting his own.
“Excuse me?”
“Seems to me that you are giving up at the first hurdle...I just didn’t think that would be your style,” He commented rolling his window down and absentmindedly looked out at the hotel parking lot where I had yet to move from.
“It’s not...”
There had been no way that I had thought I would get along with someone who had been with Dylan; especially when I seemed to have taken an instant dislike to Carmine but Roy seemed different; there was something about the man that reminded me a lot of myself.
“Then you’ll come?” He asked looking back to me and smiling before placing his cigarette to his mouth and inhaled deeply.
“Roy it isn’t that simple...”
“Why not?” He asked.
Turning off the engine and looking at him, I thought about all the reasons as to why it wasn’t simple, all the things that I could have done different, how I could have made things right and how I should have just been a man about the way I felt about her.
Roy's POV;
I watched as his face creased in to thought; it was obvious that he was thinking about the past and all the things that seemed to float around him like ghosts intent on torturing him and making him as miserable as he had been the past few days.
“It seems to me that you are still struggling with what you feel for her...” I observed.
“How do you kno...?”
“Just an observation man,”
“Can I ask you something?” He suddenly enquired flicking his cigarette out the window before turning his entire body towards me and watching me.
“Sure,”
“You’re what...? Eight years older that DJ?”
“Awe Jeff my man; I could kiss you...I am actually thirteen years older than her,” I admitted wondering where exactly he was going with this.
“Get out!” He exclaimed loudly. “Thirteen years...really?”
“Mmhmm,” I nodded amused by his reaction but still sitting here wondering where he was taking this conversation. “So what’s on your mind?”
“I am right in thinking that she told you what happened between us right...? I mean I know for sure she told Corey and Claire but you were a little harder to read...I know for a fact that she hasn’t told Carmine or Jim although I have the feeling that Jim does know...”
”Jeff dude...you’re rambling,” I chuckled softly. “Yeah she told me what happened, Corey and Claire both know, Jim knows after seeing you two gazing at one another in the bar the other night and Carmine doesn’t have a clue,” I informed him.
“I should have stayed, I should have explained, I should never have let it...”
“Jeff slow down; take it easy and explain it to me...’cos I don’t understand, I mean I can’t understand why you would have that particular girl in your arms, kissing her and then suddenly drop her like hot coal and just run off with no explaination. I mean I came here thinking that I was going to hate you; hell I was intent on hating you but you’re clearly not the bad guy that I had pictured you being for these past couple years,”
“I didn’t want to run Roy, I didn’t want to be anywhere but with her, holding her, and kissing her and...”
“So why run?” I asked watching as he ran his hands through his hair before taking one last drag on the cigarette and throwing it out the window of his truck. “I mean I tried to think of reasons as to why you would have done that to her but nothing...”
”Nothing...? Really? You can’t see why I would have ran?” He asked me turning and looking at me. I could see the intense need to be heard flashing in his eyes; so rather than say a word I just shook my head no. “I was twenty years old Roy...”
“Yeah...?”
“Dylan was fourteen...” He said looking away from me and out the window as everything instantly clicked in to place for me.
Jeff had ran from Dylan because he hadn’t wanted to be the guy who could get in to trouble by dating his best friends kid sister. Dylan had always been trouble, she loved getting in to trouble, she loved causing trouble but it was never in a malicious way; it was more comical like Corey, which was one of the reasons that they got along so well I figured anyway.
I had never however thought of Dylan as jailbait; but she had been under age when they had shared their kiss, they wouldn’t have stood any kind of chance and that was more than obvious now.
“I think that you definitely need to come to the reunion tonight and explain that to her,” I pressed softly.
If Dylan could just hear his explaination then she would definitely forgive him, she would maybe even give him the chance to make it up to her now.
“I don’t kno...”
“Jeff come on; if Dyl hears this then there is the strongest possiblity that she will forgive you...that is what you want right?”
“I really don’t know anymore Roy...”
“Ok back up for a second...you are telling me that you are not sure whether you want Dylan to forgive you when after all these years you have been harbouring all these feelings for her...you really don’t want the chance to get all that you feel out in the open?”
“What would be the point...? She is engaged to Carmine remember, she is settled with him...how can I interupt that? How can I spoil her life for a second time?”
I wanted to scream that he could do it because it was what she really wanted but telling Jeff how Dylan felt would be more than my life was worth, so smiling at him sympathetically he nodded and placed the key back in the engine and the truck roared to life.
As we began to back out of the parking space we saw men transporting bottles of Jack Daniels and Cola in to the hotel, causing us to both look at one another and laugh, as it seemed that Corey had gotten pretty much all that he had wanted for tonight, for his best friend to make this a night about her and not about what those kids had done to her all those years ago.
ACROSS TOWN;
Dylan's POV;
Walking in to my Mom’s house I could hear the laughing coming from the living room where she and Carmine were sat going through the old Family photo albums.
“Mom!” I exclaimed seeing the photos of me from the past.
Looking down at them; they really weren’t that bad; I didn’t look as bad as what the other kids had made me think I was, maybe a little rounder than now, maybe a little unfashionable but I was a tomboy; what did they want from me?
Why had I let them get to me so badly?
Why had I succumbed to what they had said I was?
I didn’t look like a geek, I didn’t look fat and I sure as hell wasn’t ugly, maybe not the most beautiful girl in the world but I wasn’t ugly.
Where had all of their hostility come from?
What had justified them and their words of hatred to me?
I hadn’t blamed them before because I had truly believed that I was all the things that they said I was but no more, this whole victim of being bullied stopped right now.
“That’s really me?” I asked looking at my Mom.
“It’s really you...you were gorgeous,” Carmine said gently cupping my face and looking in to my eyes causing me to blush and the smile to come to my face before I could stop it.
“I never...I thought that they were right...I thought that I was...I can’t believe that, that is really me,” I stated loosing myself in the eyes of the man that I was going to be marrying.
“Believe it boo...your Mom was just telling me about all the things that you used to get up to with Shannon and his friends...”
”My friends!” I admitted and for the first time in my life, I felt like I really did have friends back then but I had been dragged so low with the bullies that I hadn’t allowed myself to believe that I could ever have friends. “Mom I am so sorry but we gotta motor to get to the airport but would it be ok if I came by tomorrow to look at these?” I asked gently helping her to her feet and pulling her in to a hug.
“Of course you can sweetheart; this is still your home you know?” She smiled as I clung to her tightly.
I had been so lost in self pity that I hadn’t been able to see what was in front of me all those years and that was the love and support of a Mother who had been struggling with the loss of the love of her life.
Suddenly I felt so completely and utterly selfish, there had to be something that I could do to make this up to my Mom, there had to be and I wasn’t leaving here until I had found out what it was.
“I love you Mom,” I whispered in to her ear.
“I love you too sugar,” She replied pulling back and cupping my face in to her hands. “You got yourself a good man there, don’t let him go,”
“I won’t!” I smiled across at Carmine as he blushed heavily. The tint on his face getting redder by the second. “Awe look Mom you made him blush,”
“Oh stop!” He chuckled running his hands across the scattering of hair on his handsome features. It had taken me a long time to admit that I much preferred him with facial hair because I wasn’t the woman who told their partners how to be.
But when I had finally confessed that I loved the facial hair, he hadn’t ever been without it and I knew that he did that for me, I knew that he would do anything for me, so why was it that I was still as confused over Jeff and what I was feeling than I had ever been?
“But you look so cute!” I giggled pinching his little dimples in my fingers and smiling at him. “I just love these little ickle dimples,”
“You’re a little weird you know that right?” He chuckled back at me.
”Awe you love it,” I smiled resting in to his powerful arms and feeling the safety building and the uncertainty fading until I was left sure and happy in the knowledge that this man was going to be the man that I would spend the rest of my life with.
With no thought of my past, of Jeff or the fact that I was struggling with my feelings, we bid my Mother farewell and headed in the direction of the airport to pick up my people who were flying in as a favor for me, to help me get ready for tonight, which suddenly seemed like the biggest night of my life.
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Post by Mistress Angie on Sept 30, 2008 10:22:24 GMT -6
Awww, amazing update!!!
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Post by HarleyMac on Oct 2, 2008 5:00:34 GMT -6
Still Can’t Get Over You;
Chapter 14;
Later that night at the hotel;
Matt’s POV;
It had taken me at least an hour to convince Jeff to come to the reunion tonight. I hadn’t known or understood what was going on with my little brother but he had finally sat down with me and explained all that had happened between him and Dylan ten years ago.
I had listened as he talked about the unexplainable desire that still sparked in his veins for her, how he couldn’t seem to stop thinking about her especially with Beth being gone.
I watched as he ran his hands through his hair as he explained that Beth had saved him from running back to the girl who had been clearly under age. I had, had absolutely no idea that he had felt this way about Dylan.
I could see the effects it was having on him; he was tired, he was withdrawn and he was struggling to remain grounded when she seemed to suddenly be everywhere. Dylan’s presence had always been strong but now that she was older it seemed to me that it was much stronger and gave her the kind of charisma that most people would dream of having. In a way her charisma was as strong as Jeff’s; you just couldn’t help but notice her regardless of the fact that she had become of the most beautiful women in the world.
Finally I had managed to convince him to just come, to see where the night took him, that he may not know but tonight could be the night that he could explain things to her, to let her know what was on his mind. At first he had been more than a little skeptical but now we were here and stood at the bar, I could see that he was desperate to get this night over with.
Shannon and H had arrived about ten minutes ago; clearly happy and lost in one another. Their relationship had taken a long time to get to this point, there had always been a spark between them, always been an underlying connection that they had fought to so hard to ignore but it seemed that fate had other plans for them.
I was happy for them, they were good together, it was obvious from the way that Shannon was holding her close, whispering in to her ear softly, to the way that she was hanging on to him tightly and laughing softly to the things that he was whispering to her. I knew my friend, I knew that he hated every single person in this room, he hated them all for the things that they had done and put his sister through.
In a way I was just as mad but knowing what Corey had done for tonight I was happy that he was here, happy that he looked out for the youngest member of our Family because despite the years and distance that Dylan had put between us; she was and always would be our Family. I just hoped that she could find a way to forgive Jeff for what had happened between them.
The reunion was building slowly until the doors opened and Dylan, Carmine, Corey, Roy, Jim and Claire moved inside. And the entire room turned and looked at the famous entourage.
“She’s trying to kill me!” Jeff muttered as he groaned while downing the whole bottle of Smirnoff Ice that he had purchased from the bar where we were stood.
Looking across at the woman in question I had to admit that she had really pushed the boat out on her outfit. A black glove like dress clung to every dip and curve of her body; with a hoop neck line, the material covered her breasts barely causing the black double sided tape that covered her nipples to be hidden as the material left her midsection open for viewing. A zip started where the material covered just below her navel and moved down to the floor where she had left it zipped to her knees for the moment, clearly it was evident that it could go further up to show even more flesh. Clear chucky shoes that reminded me of Cinderellas glass slippers adnored her feet.
“I swear to God, I don’t think me being here is a good idea,” Jeff muttered as the new arrivals noticed where we were and started to make their way over to us. “I think I may just burst!”
“Jeff...” I chuckled loudly. “Just hold it together, I know you can do this,”
“I’m glad you think so,” He muttered ordering himself another drink and in essence turning his back to Dylan and Carmine who seemed to be lost in one another.
“What took you guys so long?” I asked as they finally came to a stop in front of us.
”Well Dylan took forever to get ready and then we had to drop our over night bags at the penthouse suite,” Corey announced earning him a slap from his best friend for his cheek about her taking forever to get ready. “Diva!” He chuckled at her.
“Asshole!” She muttered back.
“Well you can just get up to that suite and change!” Shannon said stepping forward.
”Excuse me?” Dylan asked looking at her brother.
”What the hell is that?” He asked looking her over. “Dyl you can’t wear that...I have seen Cher wearing more in her hay day!”
“Oh just get over it already!” Dylan announced as everyone laughed at the obvious discomfort of Shannon at seeing his little sister all grown up and dressed sexily. “It’s just a dress,”
“A dress!? A fucking dress...you have to be kidding me? It’s like a dress that has been shredded by Freddy fucking Krueger!” Shannon retorted his voice taking on a shrill tone that seemed to cause the females to break out in to fits of giggles.
“Shannon when exactly did you turn in to a grumpy old man?” Dylan spat at her brother as Jeff slowly turned and I could see the look that the two shared as their eyes met; I swear if you could see sparks then they would be flying around the room. “Not to mention a prude!”
“I am not a prude...I just don’t think that dress is appropriate for my little sister,”
”Too bad Mr. Moore; you are gonna have to suck it up and deal ‘cos I ain’t changing!” Dylan remarked holding her ground as she literally tore her eyes away from Jeff and looked back to her big brother who groaned and mumbled under his breath silently. “I’m sorry Shan what was that...? I don’t speak fluent mumble,”
Clearly over the years Dylan had grown up, she had become the self assured woman that was stood in front of us right now. She had come in to her own, she knew what she liked, she knew her own style and she wasn’t prepared to apologise for that anymore and in a way I was as proud of her as I would have been had she been my own sister.
“Dyl; we are heading backstage, give us about ten minutes and then come on out yeah?” Corey said interupting the playful jabbing that his best friend was inflicting on her older sibling.
“Sure, I will see you soon yeah?” She smiled at him before removing herself from Carmine’s arms and hugging her best friend tightly while she whispered softly in to his ear causing him to pull back and look in to her eyes and give her a small nod before kissing her forehead and leading the way out of the room in direction of the dressing rooms that had been set up for him and the band.
Slowly she turned around and her eyes landed on Jeff who was literally drinking in the way that she looked in the provocative dress that she had chosen to wear for the night. I knew Dylan as well as anyone else here tonight and I knew that the dress was a statement; a statement that said; Look at me, I am not the little girl that you bullied all those years ago. Look you didn’t break me!
And somehow from the looks that were passing between Jeff and Dylan, I had a feeling this was going to be a long night for both of them; I just hoped that we would all get through it without too much incident.
Carmine's POV;
There was absolutely no denying that Dylan looked stunning; her hair was pulled back at the sides; leaving the blood red panels shining brightly under the mood lighting in the room, the enhancing contacts that she wore caused her beautiful brown eyes to stand out because normally her eyes seemed so dark that they were black, which sometimes she liked and sometimes she liked to show the brown off, the plum lipstick adorned her lips making them seem more plump and ripe than ever, which was leaving me feeling more than a little distracted.
The dress had been custom made by her friend and favorite designer; Valentino, making it fit her body like a glove; clinging and cutting in to the dips and curves of her amazing body driving me to further distraction and there was nothing that I could do to fight it because what I felt for her was as strong as it had been on day one of laying eyes on her.
Excusing us from her friends and Family, she led the way through the crowds of people who had gone to school with her. It was clear that she had no obvious path in mind as we wondered through the people who were looking and whispering about her.
“I feel like I am suddenly in a fish bowl,” She whispered in to my ear causing the smile to come to my face.
For as famous as she was, for as desired and lusted after she was, she still reverted back to the little girl that these people had made her believe she was especially when she was in big crowds. It was a simple gesture but it left her looking more humble than she should be. No man in this room could deny that she was beautiful, that she wasn’t stunning and made something of her life, making all these people eat their cruel taunts of her when she had been younger.
“You’re doing great beautiful,” I whispered back as a medium sized woman stepped in our path.
“Dylan Moore!” She said looking my fiancee up and down; her eyes clearly disapproving of the way she was dressed but there was no way that I was going to allow Dylan to be pulled down tonight, so my hand on her hip gave her an extra squeeze of support.
Instantly she looked up at me with those large innocent chocolate brown eyes and smiled that sexy smile that most men found hard to resist.
“Vicky Beck...how have you been?” Dylan asked politely.
This was the girl who had made her life hell?
This woman in front of us had aged badly, long gone was the slender figure that I imagined she had, replaced with a slight plump edging and bags under her eyes, her hair flat and lifeless as she gazed at Dylan who seemed to just radiate a little brighter at the sight of the girl who had made her life hell.
“I’ve been good but obviously not as good as you,” The woman replied as her eyes landed on the navel bar in Dylan’s stomach then moved to the tattoos that my girl had decorated over her body.
“Thank you,” Dylan replied holding her head high refusing to apologize for making a name of herself.
Dylan had worked hard to get where she was, she had fought hard to be taken seriously, and she was more talented than anyone could know. I was so proud of her that I couldn’t seem to describe in words just how much.
”I should introduce you to my fiance; this is Carmine. Carmine this is Vicky,” Dylan said loosing interest in the woman almost instantly as she looked around the room, seeing just about every man in the room looking at her, watching her as she moved, watching the way her lips curled as she smiled or the way they moved when she spoke.
There was absolutely nothing about my woman that wasn’t hypnotizing and I knew exactly where they were because I had been the exact same way when we had been introduced to one another.
“I’m sorry to cut this short, but I have to go,” Dylan suddenly said obviously wanting to get away from her and the oppressive presence that seemed to wash off her in buckets.
“Uhm would it be possible to have your autograph?” Vicky asked shyly. “It’s just the women I work with were all excited when I said that I was going to be seeing you again,”
”Sure...have you got something for me to sign?” Dylan asked turning her attention back to the woman in front of us.
“You really don’t have to do this...you don’t owe her nothing!” I whispered in to her ear causing her to turn and smile at me; her hand cupping my face as she leaned in and placed a light feather kiss to my lips.
“I know I don’t...but I want too,” She smiled as she whispered back to me.
“They all flipped when I said that I knew you...” Vicky continued to babble on as she searched through her bag for the items that Dylan had requested until Dylan was literally tapping her foot. “When I told them that we were friends they damn near had a coronary...ahh here we go,”
Dylan shifted uncomfortably next to me; had this woman really just said that she had claimed that she and Dylan were friends?
Hell with friends like her who would need a fucking enemy?
As if sensing my growing anger, Dylan lightly touched my arm and shook her head no as she turned back to Vicky and took the paper and pen that the woman was holding out to her.
I looked over her shoulder as she scribbled a note in her neat hand writing before signing her name on the bottom and instantly I was proud of her as I read;
‘Vicky I wanted to thank you for your particular brand of encouragement; without you and your ‘help’ I wouldn’t be where I am. Dylan.’
Handing it over to the woman who looked at it confused as the heat flushed her features as it suddenly became clear what Dylan had implied in her autograph. My woman excused herself; reached up and kissed me fully before she linked arms with Claire who had appeared by our sides and the two of them headed backstage to be with their closest friends.
Glaring down at the woman who watched the two women disappear, I thought of mouthing off a few of my own verbal abuse at her but thought better of it, so instead I turned on my heel and moved back over to where Matt, Jeff, H and Shannon were stood at the bar.
“What happened there? What did that bitch want?” Shannon asked me as I caught the attention of the bartender and ordered myself a beer.
“She wanted Dylan’s autograph if you would believe it,” I stated shaking my own head in disbelief. “And get this she told the people that she works with that she and Dylan were friends,”
“She did fucking what?” Shannon all but roared out of him causing H to step up and lightly touch his arm, trying to calm him down.
By the time I explained what Dylan had done, what she had written on the piece of paper, Matt, Jeff, H and Shannon were all laughing saying that it sounded like the old Dylan.
The lights dimmed and Dylan appeared on the stage; looking more radiant than ever as she carried the glass bowl of a thousand red skittles that Corey had demanded be provided with the same quanties of various other colors of the same candy, along with the same in M&M’s. A bottle of JD was lying by the drumkit where she had placed it.
Corey had demanded four bottles of JD; two had to be chilled while the other two had to be room temperature. He had demanded twelve bottles of cola, six to be chilled and the other six room temperature. Forty eight bottles of beer; twenty four chilled the other twenty four room temperature; can you see the pattern here?
Matt was chuckling at the sight of her seemingly happy and carefree; gone was the tension that she had been carrying around all day at the thought of what tonight was going to hold and I couldn’t be more proud to see her up there talking in to the microphone.
“I bet a lot of you didn’t think that I would come here tonight and if I am being honest, I would have to say that the thought of not coming had crossed my mind; but a few people that I hold close to me, the few people that I share my life with...told me that by not coming here tonight you all would get to win and there was no way on God’s green earth that I was allowing that to happen. Y’all made my life hell when we were in school...I mean seriously; you brought me further down than most people could ever experience and for what...? Your own gratification? Well you know what...I am the one who is better than all of you now,” Obviously she had drank a good amount and because she hadn’t had much to eat all day it had gone straight to her head.
I was about to move forward to grab her but Corey appeared on stage with Roy who grabbed her bottle of JD and led her behind the drum rise and helped her in to the seat while Corey took over the microphone.
Refusing to apologize for his best friends behaviour he just simply stated that he was sure they could understand why she was the way she was and set about getting the bands set started.
“Is she ok Car?” Shannon asked his voice laced thickly with concern.
“She will be man; she just needed to get that off her chest...you know? She just needed to let them see that they hadn’t broken her,” I replied watching as she sat behind the drums with Roy; banging her head in time to the music causing Roy to keep a firm eye on her as she became lost in the music that she loved.
Stone Sour played for about an hour, before Corey stepped up his game, playing on last song dedicated to Dylan before stepping up to the microphone for one last time.
“You know you all tormented her beyond believe when you were younger and you could say that it is just what kids do but I am here to tell you that she is better than all of you, she has shown each and everyone of you that she is better than you and that you didn’t break her...and I have the honor of announcing that today she finally had the chance to tell Jake that if he thought she would go for a loser like him then he must be stupid...” Corey looked at the man in question as his wife on his arm turned and looked at him with venom in her eyes. “Yeah thats right Vicky...your husband propositioned Dylan earlier today! Have a nice night folks!”
Matt, Jeff, Shannon and I laughed out loud at the sudden damage that Corey had caused as H giggled loudly as we watched the couple in question get in to a loud exchange of insults and accusations. What was that old saying; payback is a bitch!
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Post by Mistress Angie on Oct 2, 2008 17:23:53 GMT -6
OMFG I can't quit laughing!!!!! This was an absolutely amazing update!!! Corey's such a dick when you fuck his family and those bastards deserved it!!
Karma!
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Post by HarleyMac on Oct 6, 2008 7:38:44 GMT -6
Still Can’t Get Over You;
Chapter 15;
An hour later;
Claire’s POV;
I had stood at my normal spot on the same side of the stage where Jim played. That way I could always steal a kiss from him when he came to change his guitars between songs and from where I had stood I could keep a close eye on Dylan who had sunk low really quickly.
Now we had finally finished up in the dressing room, and headed out in to the main area where they were having the reunion. The minute she walked in to the room, the whispers started causing us to stick together tightly, literally closing ranks encouraging her to just ignore what was being said.
“Did you see what she was wearing?”
“Did you hear that she is having an affair with Corey Taylor?”
“I heard that she has a coke habit!”
“I don’t know about Corey Taylor I would put my money on the guy who played drums...Roy isn’t it?”
“I heard she got fired from CSI!”
“Well I heard it was because she was sleeping with Carmine and Eddie!”
Every whisper, every insult seemed to cause my friend to coil that little bit tighter until I knew there was the strong possiblity that she was about to erupt. Dylan wasn’t known for her patience, she wasn’t a diva but she didn’t have patience especially when it came to idle gossip.
“Who the hell does she think she is?”
“There is no way that Jake would want to go there; after all the men that she’s been with, who knows what you would catch!”
“She is just trying to cause trouble...”
“Yeah she thinks that since she is a big Hollywood star she can come here and stir up problems for everyone,”
Corey turned and looked at me; his eyes raging with anger, an anger at hearing these people saying unjustified and unwarranted things about his best friend. I knew that if we didn’t get them out of here this whole thing was about to blow up.
Keeping a hold of Dylan’s hand, I took a step back until I was walking along next to Jim who looked down at me; his own eyes burning with anger. Dylan was the youngest out of all of us; so we all felt the need to look out for her, make sure that she was fine and looking at her head hanging low it was obvious that she was far from ok.
“We need to get out of here Jim,” I stated quietly.
“You know I think you’re right; I would love to see what Corey could do to these fucking ass backwards hicks but I really don’t think that we need any kind of trouble, why don’t you round everyone up while I explain to Corey what we are gonna do?”
Nodding my head, I watched as he led Corey away from Dylan who began to move a little quicker now until she was at Carmine’s side and wrapped up safely while I explained to everyone that we were now going up to the penthouse so that we were away from these moronic idiots.
“I need to get some air first,” Dylan announced looking up at Carmine but for a few seconds her eyes lingered on Jeff who seemed more than helpless as it became obvious that he was as equally mad at hearing the whispers coming from the other guests. It was obvious to me that he wanted to support my friend, that he wanted to be there for her and give her the comfort that Carmine was doing; like he always did.
The man may be struggling with the fact that his fiancee was going off to training camp but when it really came down to it he would support her because he just wasn’t in control of what he felt for her.
Carmine nodded and began to lead her out of the room, while the rest of us gathered together and headed towards the elevators but we could see Carmine stood alone outside the bathrooms.
“Everything ok Carmine?” Shannon asked clearly concerned about his little sister.
“Yeah she needed to be sick,” Carmine replied his helplessness evident in his voice. I knew that coming here and seeing how bad it had been for her would be hard for him to witness but he was helping more than he even was aware of.
“You look after her yeah?” Shannon pressed softly.
“Of course,” Carmine admitted softly nodding his head while the elevator doors closed and began the process of taking us up to the penthouse.
The minute we got in to the penthouse we were witness to the devilish change in Corey who announced that who ever wanted to get their own back at the people who had made Dylan’s life hell was more than welcome to join him in his mission and those who didn’t want to be party to it should go to bed.
No one disagreed as he pulled the abundance of condoms that he had stuffed in to his pockets out on to the bed; looking around the room he made a beeline for the stocked fridge and pulled out the contents.
Handing out the condoms until we all had a healthy supply, we filled them all with the whiskey, gin, vodka and bacardi that had come from the stocked fridge.
“We ready?” Corey asked pulling the balcony doors open and stepping out in to the cool night air and looking over the edge waiting for signs of life.
Unbeknown to everyone else, he had smeared corn syrup, which was used in movies as blood on to the window screens of the majority of the guests cars. I had been let in on the joke because he had wanted me to make sure that Dylan nor anyone else from our party headed outside while he had disappeared backstage with the other members of the band.
“Oh there is someone,” Jim said dropping one of his ‘bombs’ out of his hand as Corey looked down and turned to look at Jim.
“That was Dylan you dipshit!” He chuckled causing Jim to turn beet red and wave nervously down as the woman in question looked up. “Oh see you’re in for it now!” Corey laughed a little harder. “She’s gonna be mad at choo!” He chorused as the woman in question turned on her heel and made her way back inside the building.
“She won’t be that mad...it’s Dylan,” Jim replied trying to remain optimistic as everyone else broke apart laughing.
”Dude have you not met Dylan?” Shawn asked chuckling as we all went back to looking over the balcony waiting for the guests to leave. “She is gonna kill you...and I for one want to see how that goes for ya!”
“Fuck off! She’ll forgive me it was a mistake,” Jim tried once again to get reassurance from everyone that it was indeed gonna be ok.
Dylan had a wild temper on her, when she was mad no one seemed to be safe, she would lose it big style but the thing with Dylan was, she never stayed mad for long; you would get your roasting and that would be it over and done with...unless of course you were Jeff Hardy.
“Yeah keep telling yourself that,” Josh ribbed as he chuckled before looking over the balcony once again just as someone knocked on the door. “You can get that...’cos I don’t want to be in the path of destruction,”
“Dylan has a mean temper huh?” Matt chuckled watching the comical banter going on between the members of Stone Sour, which was nothing new for the guys. They were always ribbing one another, always finding ways to wind one another up and it certainly made for an interesting life on the road.
I half listened to Shawn explaining the last time Dylan had lost her temper with him, how he had literally been reduced to within an inch of his life and how he never wanted a repeat performance, as I watched Jim slowly and reluctantly shuffle his way to the door and slowly pull it open to be greeted to a very wet and what appeared to be a smiling Dylan.
Jim's POV;
I hadn’t meant to drop that bomb on Dylan, I was just eager to get payback on the road but here I was bracing myself for a roasting that was seemingly never coming.
Looking up at her; to find her smiling and almost laughing as she ran her hands through her wet hair; trying to get it in to her mouth to suck off the remaining trace of JD that had been in the condom.
“Dude you looking for new ideas for your new Slipknot mask...? ‘Cos if you are; you just had to ask; there was no need to drop a bomb on me from six stories!” She giggled stepping in to my arms and hugging me tightly. “You guys are too much,”
“We got your back sugar,” Corey shouted through the suite from where he was still stood on the balcony while Claire and H were watching out for our intended victims.
“You’re the best...ever!” She giggled grabbing her bag where it was laying on the floor and pulling out her bottle of JD, to which she screwed the lid off and announced. “Who is up for drinks?”
“Oh me! Me! Me!” Corey jumped up and down. “As much as I got your back sweet thing, it did seem like a waste of alcohol,” He chuckled rushing in to the room.
”Why do you think I have been sucking on my hair all the way up here?” She giggled as he hugged her tightly happy that she seemed to be back in high and good spirits. “I am gonna go shower and get out of this dress...there better be at least half my bottle left when I get back!”
“So you do believe in miracles then?” Corey smiled at her as Claire appeared in the room, causing me to avert my gaze until I was drowning in her natural beauty, drowning in the things that I still felt for her after being together all this time.
Being with Claire, I still felt new things with her every day, things that I had never experienced with anyone. Things that I never wanted to experience with anyone but her.
“I’m serious Taylor; if you value your life at all...there had better be half a bottle left when I get back,” Dylan stuck her tongue out at her best friend before grabbing her bag and heading for the spiral staircase that led to the second floor of the penthouse where the bedrooms were.
“Ok I promise,” He pouted at her as Carmine followed behind her until they disappeared from view.
“Dude...” I said as Claire moved in to my embrace.
“Mmm?” Corey asked turning and smiling as the others came inside from the balcony leaving H and Josh on look out.
“I really don’t think that Carmine was too impressed,” I observed.
Normally the one with plenty to say he had just stood back and watched as the two friends jabbed at one another playfully, when he would have normally told Dylan to let her friend have his fun. To which he would end up getting yelled at causing us all to welcome him in to the fold, anyone who could with stand a roasting from Dylan deserved to be cut a break in our eyes.
“He’ll get over it!” Corey announced absentmindedly as he poured everyone their shots of JD and poured a light scattering of cola in to the glasses. “Besides Dylan needs this tonight, she needs to feel like she has gotten one up on them after all they did to her,”
“You’ll get no arguments from me on that one, I am just saying that I don’t think we can count on him to be involved in this,” I admitted kissing the top of Claire’s head softly.
We slipped in to a conversation about the times that Dylan had lost her temper with all of us at one point or another, Shannon, Matt and Jeff listening in interest before going in to their own tales of her losing her cool with them when she had lived here.
It seemed that she had always been somewhat of a handful even in the earlier days of her life before we had even been aware that she existed. It was clear that she had always had a colorful choice in language which hadn’t changed over the years as we exchanged stories with one another.
Dylan had always been the baby of each group of friends that she had, so the natural instinct was to make sure that she was safe and that no one hurt her and it seemed to me that it was just a reaction that she brought out in people especially the people that she chose to let close.
It wasn’t easy for her to open up and be vulnerable with people and I knew that she had never done it with me, I knew that we were friends but she just simply didn’t trust me enough to allow herself to be vulnerable around me and I was ok with that because that was what she had Corey, Roy, Carmine, H and Claire for.
“Woo hoo!” The sound of Josh celebrating reached in to the room causing us all to rush out on to the balcony in time to hear a blood curling screech fill the night as we looked over the balcony to see one of the people from the party inside covered in vodka and turning to look up causing us all to wave down at her.
By the time Dylan stepped out on to the balcony, we had managed to bomb three other guests from the reunion and were still going strong, there were plenty of condom bombs to hand some out to Dylan who instructed that she wanted Jake and Vicky.
An hour later and we had gotten the predetermined targets and were waiting for a knock on the door to come that never actually came. But we had a blast, laughing, joking and sharing stories from times gone past and eventually the screams came from the guests getting in to their cars and turning on their engines.
Corey confessed what he had done, which earned him a few slaps on the back and a huge hug from his best friend. As I had predicted Carmine hadn’t wanted anything to do with the scene so he had gone straight to bed leaving Dylan to hang out with us and have some much deserved fun considering all that had gone down in the reunion.
“...right in the middle of the hotel?” Matt chuckled as Dylan explained the time when we had all gone out on a bender, Corey had gotten absolutely hammered and decided that the toilet he needed was indeed the fountain in the front lobby of the hotel where we were staying.
“Mmhmm; he whipped it straight out and proceeded to pee in the fountain; needless to say we were asked to leave and were asked never to return,” Dylan laughed from where she was resting in Shawn’s arms.
Shawn Economaki was the oldest member of the band; he made sure that everyone was happy and safe, he made sure that he always had an ear for anyone and was close with Dylan, who hadn’t had a Father in her life for a long time, so looking to Shawn for the Fatherly advice that she needed he gave it without question.
“What you forget to tell everyone whenever you tell this story chicka is that you encouraged me!” Corey retaliated as he grinned at her.
“I so did not; all I said was that if you thought it was the toilet to just go ahead and pee…” Dylan giggled burying her head in Shawn’s shoudler who chuckled loudly.
“And if that isn’t encouraging then I have no idea what is,” Roy laughed loudly.
“You’re supposed to be my friend!” Dylan complained from the nook where she felt hidden from view.
“Awe I am chicka, I just have to agree with Corey on this one,” Roy chuckled as I slowly got to my feet and stretched catching Claire’s eye who smiled and got to her feet next to me. “Awe you guys had enough excitement for one night?”
“Or are they off to create their own private excitement?” Corey chuckled.
“What if we are?” I laughed pulling Claire to my side.
”Awe I want some of that excitement,” He winked at Claire.
“Dude you couldn’t handle me…” Claire giggled resting in to me as I led the way to the spiral staircase that led to the second floor.
“Oh you think so huh?”
”I know so dude,” I called back to him.
“We’ll see…one day she will want a real man you know?”
“Why do you know one?” Claire asked causing the entire room to erupt in to laughter.
“Awe chicka you wouldn’t be saying that if you gave me half a chance,”
“Yeah, yeah!” Claire laughed following on behind me until we were out of view and we could hear Corey jumping straight in to the tale of how he had met Dylan.
Getting in to our room, I checked the time to see that it was almost two in the morning and although I had taken her up here, there was no way that I was ready for sleep, I just wanted her alone, seeing her in that shorter than short dress all night had been enough to drive me past all sane thoughts and straight in to insanity.
I wouldn’t change what this girl made me feel for all the fame in the world, I was perfectly happy with my fame stature, I was happy with where everything in my life was and I wouldn’t change any of it.
I had the girl, the most beautiful amazing, fun, loving and compassionate girl in the world and I had the best career, where I got to travel the world with my best friends and my girl, what was better than that?
Pulling Claire to me roughly, we stumbled towards the bed and fell down kissing and ripping at one anothers cloths, both of us desperate for each other in a way that couldn’t be described as anything other than pure, passion.
Still Can’t Get Over You;
Chapter 16;
Two hours later;
Dylan’s POV;
I couldn’t describe the gratitude that I felt towards my friends and Family. They had all come through for me tonight; even Jeff and that somehow left the whole night feeling that little more perfect to how it had started.
Moving back down the spiral staircase after being to the bathroom to find that the man in question was the only one left sitting where we had been all night.
“Where is everyone?” I asked throwing myself down on to the sofa.
“They all went to bed,” He replied watching me closely.
”Slackers!” I giggled reaching for the second bottle of JD that we had started, thanking God for room service, I didn’t bother pouring it in to a glass, I just placed it to my mouth and gulped it down.
“How you feeling now DJ?” He asked me slowly inching his way closer to me until I was sure that he was planning something but as he came to a stop at the end of the sofa he just watched me.
Why did I feel so disappointed that he wasn’t planning what I had just thought?
“I’m good dude,” I replied smiling as I held the bottle out to him, my eyes landing on the large diamond in the engagement ring that Carmine had given me.
Guilt washed through my veins as I looked in to Jeff’s tiger like eyes and feeling myself sinking. There was no way that I could get away from this attraction that I felt to him, there was nothing that I could seem to do to hide from it, or bury it.
“I’m glad to hear that...you deserve it after all that...” He started to say watching me close as he downed a healthy helping of my favorite drink before handing it back to me.
“Let’s not talk about that Jeff...it’s been a good night and I don’t want to spoil it now!” I pleaded with him placing the bottle back to my lips as my eyes stayed focused on him, praying that he would see that I did indeed need to bury the whole thing.
“Ok beautiful,” He whispered.
Had he just called me beautiful?
Why did my heart flutter at the thought of him thinking that I was beautiful?
Was it the drink that was stopping me from screaming that he didn’t get to do that?
That he couldn’t just call me beautiful and have all that had happened between us swept under the carpet and out of thought.
“So what do you want to talk about?” He asked slowly lifting himself up on to the sofa but still staying a healthy distance away from me.
“I don’t know...anything but tonight or the past,” I admitted handing the bottle back to him before reaching for the pack of smokes that had been left on the table.
“Ok!” He nodded taking the cigarette that I held out to him and lighting up before continuing to talk. “Have you and Carmine set a date yet?”
“No not yet,” I admitted turning so that I was facing him, maybe we could be friends, maybe this whole thing that had happened had been for the best. “What about you and Beth...? Any talk of marriage?” I asked trying to push past the fact that I wanted nothing more than for him to kiss me the way he had all those years ago.
“No...I haven’t, I’m not overly sure that I want to get married!” He replied watching me closely and it seemed to me that he was focusing on my lips causing me to feel more than a little flustered. “How come you haven’t set a date yet?”
“I guess I just want to see how things go...I never thought that I would ever be in the position where I would have anyone want...”
”What...? Marry you?” He asked watching me.
I hadn’t mentioned nothing of what had happened the day after I had arrived, not one word of the words that we had exchanged and as far as he was aware I hadn’t heard what he had said through the door but I had heard him loud and clear.
A part of him died that day too, a part of him died...I still couldn’t get my head around that, did it mean that he had felt something for me?
Or was he just trying to get away with what he had done?
“A part of you died too?” It was out of my mouth before I could stop it.
“Excuse me?” He asked handing the bottle back to me.
Looking at him, then to the bottle in my hand, I knew that I was going to need the courage to continue this conversation, but I had to know, I had to know for my own peace of mind, so that I could maybe finally move on with my life.
“Last week you said...a part of you died too...”
“You heard me?” He asked his eyes now burning in to mine, the look intent on flustering me and it did its job, I was instantly looking away from him, down to the bottle in my hands.
“Yeah I heard you...”
“DJ...I never...it was never my intention to hurt you, I would never intentionally want to cause you pain...”
“So why did you run that day? Why did you make me feel worse than those kids ever did in the four years that I was at that school...? I mean what you did hurt me so badly...I never thought that I was going to...” I instantly stopped myself from saying anymore.
“Get past it?” He asked me.
My head snapped up to look at him, losing myself in those hypnotic eyes, losing my dignity in a second as he inched a little closer to me still his eyes burning in to mine deeply, leaving every inch of my body to break out in to sweat beads and shivers that I hadn’t felt since that kiss ten years ago.
“You want to know how I know that right?” He asked still inching closer to me until his body was inches from my own, his breath evident on my face as I swallowed hard, refusing to back away from him, I just nodded my head yes to his question. “I know because I felt the same way DJ; that day...it was the day that I really realized that I was in trouble...”
”In trouble...? I don’t understand,” I said shaking my head as his hand slowly ran up my arm until he was cupping around my face.
“I tried to fight it Dylan, I tried to tell myself that I felt nothing for you, that I didn’t...that I wasn’t attracted to you but seeing you in the woods crying my heart ached for you, I wanted to make everything better, I wanted to make it all right...it was the first time that I realized that I was in love with you,”
“You were what?” I exclaimed feeling all sense of time, reality and location leave my body quickly.
He had loved me!
He had felt all the things that I had felt.
The feel of his thumb tenderly rubbing over my cheek had me quickly succumb to him, but I couldn’t allow this to happen. He had broken my heart once already, I couldn’t take the chance of letting it happen again.
Jeff's POV;
I could see the tears welling in her eyes, I could see the confusion flashing desperately in those same dark beautiful eyes and I could feel the submission in her body as I inched a little closer to her until I was pressed hard against her body.
“So help me God DJ I have tried to tell myself that I don’t still feel the same way but I do, I can’t fight it anymore, I can’t keep lying to myself,”
I hadn’t exactly thought this through, what would I do if she admitted that she still felt the same?
What about Beth?
What about Carmine?
All I knew was that it was past anything that I could control, I had become lost in her once again, I had lost all sense of sanity and I would do anything that I could to feel those lips again, to feel the way I felt when she had wrapped those arms around me ten years ago, to feel the way it had felt when our lips had touched.
“We...we...I can’t Jeff...I just can’t!” She tried to push me away but I could tell that she hadn’t managed to convince herself.
“Tell me that you don’t feel the same?” I pressed softly holding my body hard against hers and I could feel the tremble seep from her frame in to my own.
“I didn’t say that I didn’t feel the same...I said that we can’t!” She was stubborn that much was obvious as she tried to remain in control of this but it had always been something that we couldn’t control; it was just too big.
Bigger than anything that we had ever experienced and I wouldn’t want to change that for anything in the world, the memories of our one and only kiss was the one thing that seemed to keep me warm in the cold nights that had passed since she had left.
“But we...”
”We are both committed to other people Jeff...you have Beth and I have Carmine; I am going to be marrying him, I said yes to spending the rest of my life with him,” She objected and I knew that she was trying to convince herself more than anything.
“But does he make you feel like I do...does he kiss you like I did, does he hold you the way I did?” I pressed my point knowing that I had to get her to see this my way.
Sure there were other people involved but there was always casualties in love wasn’t there?
At least that was what my Dad had told me when I had talked to him a week ago. He had been the one person that I had unburdened everything on to and for the first time in my life I felt a true connection to him, like I could go to him for absolutely anything.
“Don’t do this to me Jeff...” She pleaded with me her eyes burning in to my own until I could hardly breathe.
“Do what?”
”Play more games with my head...I can’t take it, my heart can’t take it...”
”I’m not playing games beautiful,” I whispered brushing my lips over hers softly until I slowly deepened the kiss.
Our mouths came together in an electrifying kiss that literally rendered me incapable of moving, the way her tongue moved gently in to my mouth, the way that her eyes burned in to my own left my entire being shaking desperately.
Slowly we slipped down until we were lying out on the sofa, our bodies resting against one anothers, our arms entwined around each other, our lips connected the way that they had been ten years ago, our eyes lost in each others and once again I could feel myself stirring with a hungry need for her.
Only this time there was nothing to stop us, there was no need for me to run, there was nothing that could make it stop.
“Jeff...Jeff stop!” She panted pushing me away as she slipped out from underneath me. “I just can’t...I’m sorry!” And with my own words from ten years echoing in my head she took off up the stairs. Slamming my fist down on to the spot where her beautiful face had just been, I watched her race for cover.
No way, this wasn’t happening, getting up I raced after her quickly until I reached her at the top of the stairs, where I grabbed her wrist and whirled her against the wall.
”Is that what that was about...getting back at me?” I spat in a whisper but it came out more like a hiss than anything else. “Did you come back here to get revenge?”
“What...? No...do you really think that I am...” She started but instinct took over once again and my lips found hers without rhyme or reason.
Once again she succumbed to me, her body relenting to me, offering herself to me. My hands reached for hers and pinned them to the wall as my lips claimed hers in a kiss so hungry that I could feel her entire body reacting.
“Jeff...please stop!” She pleaded with me pushing with all her might to get out from my hold until she was running the rest of the way down the hall and in to the room she was sharing with Carmine.
“Damn it!” I growled punching the wall and staring at the spot where she had disappeared from view.
It only took a few seconds before my brother appeared in the hallway glaring at me angrily.
“Jeff keep it down dude, people are trying to sleep!” He hissed but as his eyes met mine he was instantly concerned as he closed the door and moved to me. “What is going on?”
“Matt she still feels the same...” I said knowing that no matter how much she begged me to stop, no matter what she said it was only a matter of time before she admitted that there was still that same spark between us that had always been there.
“What...? How do you know that?”
Leading the way down the stairs, before I opened my mouth because I didn’t need the whole suite to know about this, and it would be safer down in the bottom floor.
“I just kissed her...twice!” I admitted honestly.
“What? Tell me all,” My brother asked sitting down on the spot where I had almost gotten everything that I had ever wanted in one fell swoop.
Slowly I recalled all that had happened between Dylan and I only moments ago. Thinking hard enough I could still feel the way her body trembled against my own, I could still feel the wave of desire that rose in me so quickly that it had left me feeling light headed and I could feel the softness of those smooth ruby plump lips as her beautiful face, devoid of make up, etched in to pleasure and the same desire that bubbled deep within me.
“You think that telling her all that was fair brother?” He asked me once I had replayed the events to him.
“I couldn’t let her think that I hadn’t wanted her Matt, I couldn’t let her think that I hadn’t wanted to kiss her or be with her...”
”But what did admitting it accomplish? She is with someone else, she is settled and she is happy...hell she is gonna be getting married soon,”
“She doesn’t want to marry him Matt...” I said pacing the area in front of my brother, my hand running across my chin, the brustles from my facial hair scratching together loudly.
“She doesn’t...? ‘Cos I would say her running in to their room would be a clear indication that she doesn’t want you...”
”She’s just scared, she doesn’t want to trust me, she doesn’t trust me...and no one can blame her for that but so help me God I am gonna do whatever I have too, to make sure that she knows I am serious about this...”
”Does that mean you are ending your relationship with Beth then?” He asked me.
Looking at him, I thought about my answer, as much as I wanted Dylan, I did love Beth, I mean the woman had been there when I had no one, she had supported me and helped me deal with the past...how could I not love her?
“See that hesitation right there isn’t exactly being fair to either woman brother,” Matt commented making me want to slap him.
Did he really think that I didn’t know that?
Did he really think that I wanted to be this guy?
“Do you think I don’t know that? Do you think that I want to be stuck in between two girls...?”
”I don’t know you tell me...you’re the one with all the answers,” He said as I reached for the smokes and lit up; inhaling deeply thinking about what was going to become of my life now.
“I never said that I had all the answers, I said that I know she still feels the same...that she wants me, I never once said that I had all the answers so you can stop with that self righteous attitude that you got going on,”
“I ain’t got an attitude brother, all I am saying is that going down this road doesn’t seem like the best idea that you have ever had,” He said.
Scoffing at him, I moved out on to the balcony, hoping that the cool night/early morning air would calm the raging emotions that were racing through me, hoping that it would somehow make things clear in my head now that I knew there was still that spark between us.
I had to get her to see that it could be something really special, that we could finally find a way to have what we had always wanted from one another.
I knew that I was being selfish and that there was the possiblity that people were going to get hurt but Carmine had said it himself; when it felt right it felt right there was nothing that could be done about it.
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Post by Mistress Angie on Oct 7, 2008 8:13:21 GMT -6
Absolutely amazing update!!! Loved it ^_^
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Post by HarleyMac on Oct 20, 2008 14:15:45 GMT -6
Still Can’t Get Over You;
Chapter 17;
Five months later; Present Day; LA;
Jeff’s POV;
This is just great I have been told to put my life in the hands of someone that I have never even met. Here I am in the ring being pummeled in to seven different ways from Sunday and I have to let it happen. I have to put my trust in to the girl who is gonna be my new Valet and a girl who hadn’t even been bothered to turn up on time.
How was I meant to respect and get along with someone who didn’t even have good time keeping skills?
I let out a little chuckle as I realized just how ridiculous that statement actually was because I was hardly known for being on time.
John Morrison threw me to the ring, bringing my hands up I covered my head as my thoughts turned to Dylan, trying to keep my mind off the fact that my new Valet should be coming out any minute. If I was going down, I wanted to go down with my mind on something that made me happy.
Although Dylan was frustratingly stubborn and head strong to the point where I wanted to hit something, she was still the one who set my heart racing, left my pulse throbbing against every vein in my body to the point where I was sure that the only thing that existed in me was her.
Ever since the night of her High School Reunion, when I had kissed her, when she had kissed me back, I had tried to get her to talk to me, I had tried to get her to see that I was serious but she had blocked every attempt that I made, ensuring that she was always with someone so that she was never alone with me.
I had even sunk so low that I had gone through Shannon’s phone and got her number; the first time I called she hung up on me and from then on she has just ignored my calls and texts. I really didn’t know what else I could do but there was absolutely no way that I was giving up not when I knew that she felt it; she felt the chemistry, she felt the connection between us, she was just scared of trusting me and I couldn’t blame her for that.
Boot after boot connected with my mid section as John Morrison continued to get the upper hand; where the hell is my Valet?
My mind as if aware that I was in trouble, conjured the image of Dylan; her long black hair with the blood red panels of color, the gorgeous dark eyes that could render me speechless, the beautiful full plump lips that felt so amazing pressed against my own, the body that I swore could stop traffic in a heart beat.
My eyes opened and there she was...Dylan sliding along the canvas of the ring, until her face was level with my own; her hand reaching between John’s legs and hooking over the top of his trousers and dragging him backwards.
What was she doing here?
My Valet should be doing this, was it really her?
Or had my day dream conjured a image that wasn’t really there?
Pinning him down on his back, the ref slid to the canvas and slammed his hand on the mat 1, 2, and finally 3 times as the crowd went crazy.
Moving slowly to me, she held her hand out and the minute my hand slipped in to hers I knew in a heartbeat it was her because no other woman could make me feel the way Dylan did. Slowly helping me so that I was leaning against the ropes, she leaned in and placed her lips over mine professionally; there was nothing intimate or personal about the kiss but as always she made it look real and heartfelt, only I was the one who could see and feel the difference in the kiss.
Smiling sweetly at me, she ran her hand down the side of my face and slid out of the ring and took off up the ramp and disappeared behind the screen.
“And here is your winner from Cameron, North Carolina; Jeff Hardy!” The loud booming of the announcer tore through my confused thoughts as the ref held my arm in the air causing the crowd to go absolutely crazy but I was still stuck on the fact that Dylan seemed to be my new Valet.
What was going on?
Why hadn’t she told me?
Sliding out of the ring, I slowly and methodically made my way up the ramp because my body had taken a fair amount of pressure and it hurt in my ribs from where I had been thrown in to the turnbuckle mid section first.
Turning I gave the crowd the V-1 and the guns sign before disappearing backstage where I bumped straight in to Triple H. Looking from side to side but there was no sign of her, the scent of her powerfully rich perfume however hung heavy in the air.
“Woah Hardy where’s the fire man?” Paul chuckled watching me.
“Dude did you see the girl who appears to be my new Valet?” I asked frantically wanting to see her, wanting to know if it really was her and not my mind playing tricks on me.
“Oh you mean little Miss. Hollywood?” He scoffed.
“Hey!” I growled feeling my anger building. “Uncalled for dude,”
“Come on Jeff man; that girl doesn’t belong here, she thinks she wants to be a wrestler and just ‘cos she is on a roll with her career she wants to come here and play in the big leagues...”
“You don’t even know her Paul...”
”You do?”
“She’s Shannon’s sister, she has been fighting in a wrestling ring her whole life, so don’t stand there and pass judgment on something that you know fucking nothing about, just tell me if you have seen her not!” I spat at him, not having time to get in to a huge argument with him about this.
“Damn there’s no need to get your panties all in a bunch...I saw her in the canteen with Shannon and that other actress H,” He said.
Without thanking him, I took off down the hallway in the direction of where he had said he had seen her.
”You’re welcome!” He called after me sarcastically, waving my hand in the air behind me I could hear him chuckle as my mind was set on one thing only and that was finding her.
Paul had called her the hollywood star, which meant of course that I hadn’t imagined it, she was really here, it had been her that came out and saved me from John Morrison, not to mention kissed me.
The smooth sweet taste of those lips on mine seemed to linger there like a ghost caught in time, with no where to go, and I wouldn’t change the feeling for anything in the world. I knew that I was lost in her, I knew that I couldn’t stop or fight the way I felt and now that we were seemingly going to be working together, that could mean we were about to get that little bit closer and maybe, just maybe she wouldn’t be able to fight it anymore.
I knew that I was driving Beth to the brink of insanity, I wasn’t even really in the relationship anymore, everything that she did I seemed to find fault in and silently compare it and her to Dylan. I knew that I wasn’t being fare to my girlfriend but at the same time I couldn’t seem to find the strength to walk away from her. I was lost, I was drowning in my feelings for Dylan but at the same time I loved Beth, I just had to find a way to get past what I was feeling.
I had to find a way to get Dylan to just admit that she was still attracted to me, hell she had admitted it that night in the hotel, she had all but said that; was she not with someone then maybe things could be different but she was with someone, she was getting married and no matter how much I told myself it was probably for the best, my heart wouldn’t allow me to believe it when it really felt like she belonged with me.
Pushing the doors to the canteen open, my eyes found her as if by instinct; sitting at a table with Shannon, H, Matt, Corey, Jim, Claire, and Roy, all eight of them laughing and chatting.
The sound of her laugh creeped to me and slid through my body without any effort as I watched her head throw back as she laughed heartily with her friends and Family. Lost in the moment she hadn’t even noticed me but then as if something in her mind registered her beautiful dark eyes landed on me without effort and her beautiful features flushed deeply.
Dylan's POV;
I hadn’t exactly been happy about the fact that I had been paired with Jeff but I had been less happy when I had read the script that said I had to go out in to the ring save him from John Morrison and then I had to kiss him.
I had wanted to object but I had just got here and there was absolutely no way that I could rock the boat when I had just started so instead I bit my tongue and did what I could with the story line.
Once again the minute my lips touched his I felt like I was drowning, like everything that I had ever felt was ready to swallow me whole and just give in to the obvious attraction between us but no I had brushed lightly over his lips as the crowd had gone crazy then I had rushed out of there so quickly that you could barely see me for dust.
Now I was sat in the canteen and he was stood in the doorway watching me, his eyes burning in to my body; I had felt the weight of his stare before I was even aware that he was stood there and looking up my heart had gone in to some kind of cardiac fit as I struggled to catch my breath.
Moving towards the table, his eyes never once leaving mine, his presence thick and demanding as I tried in vain to look away but couldn’t seem too.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked not even bothering to greet everyone else at the table.
”Don’t do this now Jeff,” I pleaded softly literally fighting with everything inside me to pull my eyes from his and look down at my cup of coffee in front of me.
“No we are doing this now!” He replied refusing to acknowledge that there was anyone else at the table other than me and him.
“Dyl we’ll be in the locker room if you need us yeah?” H reached for my hand and gave me a supportive squeeze.
Looking up at my friends, I smiled and nodded my head saying thanks as I watched them all slowly leave, Corey keeping his eyes on us, I nodded my head to him to let him know that I would be fine.
Jeff would never intentionally hurt my physically; that just wasn’t the man that he was. I had always felt safe with him and now wasn’t any different.
“Why?”
“Jeff I didn’t know if I could...when I went away to the camp I wasn’t even sure if I still had the skills to make it as a...”
”Are you kidding me...? DJ you were always good in that ring, you were always going to make it to this point if you chose to do that,” He reached for my hands his posture relaxing as his eyes burned in to mine.
“Thank you!” I replied looking back down in to my coffee thinking of what to say, I wasn’t used to this awkward silence with people but with Jeff it seemed that I didn’t have anything to say to him.
Especially when he had been calling and texting me for the past five months. I had refused to reply, thinking it was easier to just ignore the situation, ignore all that had happened but now I was here I was being thrust upon him; I was going to have to work closely with him and have to learn to deal with that.
“I don’t understand if you were at the camp why didn’t I see you when I came out the other month?”
“I was ill that day...” I whispered softly.
“You would have rather faked illness than see me?” He asked his voice clearly hurt by my actions.
“It wasn’t like that Jeff...”
”Wasn’t it? Because the way I see it is that you refuse to take my calls, you ignore my text messages...you won’t talk to me and I don’t understand what I have done wrong...”
My heart broke as I caught the lost look in his eyes, the hurt that shone at me was evident and strong; I never wanted to hurt him, I never wanted to make him feel the way I had ten years ago.
“You didn’t...you haven’t done anything wrong Jeff; its not you its me...”
“Don’t give me that bullshit! You know you say that you are about being honest and true to yourself but the way I see it is that you are lying to yourself, you are willing to push away all that we could have because you...”
“Don’t you dare sit there and pretend to know me Jeff, you know nothing about me, you don’t know the woman I have become...” I hissed angrily at him.
“Its not like I haven’t expressed that I would like to get to know you. Admit it DJ, just accept that fate has thrust us together yet again...”
“You know what, I am not talking to you about this...if you can’t support and accept the fact that when I say I don’t want you then I suggest that we talk when we work but other than that I don’t want to hang out with you, I don’t want to talk to you and I sure as hell don’t want to be your friend!” I spat getting up but his hand gripped my wrist like he had five months ago in that hotel suite while everyone else was sleeping.
“Where is Carmine DJ?” He asked looking around the canteen where there were a few of the other wrestlers sitting relaxing before they had to head out in to the arena.
”Excuse me?” I asked not trying to get out of his grip, not caring that I was feeling light headed from the feel of his flesh on mine.
“Simple enough question; where is your fiance?”
Carmine had slowly accepted that I was doing this but he had still refused to come and watch me in the ring, he just wasn’t brave enough and that was something that we had to work on because this was my job now and I needed his support if I was going to keep Jeff at bay.
“He’s working!”
“Oh really? He couldn’t get the time off to support his girlfriend on the night that she made her debut?” Jeff asked watching me closely.
“You don’t know nothing about my relationship!” I spat leaning down and getting in his face, my voice thick with venom at his blatant insinuation of my relationship being in trouble just because Carmine was actually working.
“I know that he doesn’t love you...”
”And you do?” I spat laughing in his face.
“I think I could,” He said his voice low, his tone sincere and honest causing me to momentarily lose my composure.
“I hate to be the one to tell you this Jeff; but you don’t know how to love someone that much is obvious because like me you have a partner at home...someone who loves you and you are chasing after me...what am I to you...? The one who got away!”
“Its not like that and you know it!” He spat literally yanking me in to the seat next to him; his eyes burning in to mine and I could feel everything around us fading until it was just me and him.
And that was the reason why I didn’t take his calls and didn’t reply to his text messages because I knew that I was way in over my head with him and there was nothing that I could do to fight the effects when he was so close to me.
“I really don’t care what it is like, all I care about is the fact that I am not about to let you ruin my life a second time, I can’t...I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this...but I can’t do this, I can’t let you get close Jeff...”
”Tell me why not!”
“Because you...when you ran from me all those years ago, I thought that the world had ended, I thought that my life was over...you broke my heart! Now I am settled you come back in to my life like you did nothing wrong, you make it seem so easy to just forget the past...but you clearly didn’t mean a word of what you said in Shannon’s house because if a part of had died that day then you wouldn’t be so eager to rush back in to whatever it had been between us,” I stated hoping that somehow he would get the picture, that he would just accept that I needed to be left alone.
“Fine; I will back off but I ain’t giving up DJ, I won’t let what was always between us go, I will make you see that together we could be amazing!” He replied wiping the hair from my eyes letting his hand linger on the side of my face for a few moments before he pulled back and stood up. “I will catch you later,”
With that he turned, and walked out of the canteen leaving me alone with only my thoughts on what he had meant by that.
My head fell in to my hands as I thought about how messy this was about to get. My life could quite literally be torn apart by my past and there didn’t seem to be anyway to stop it from happening.
Suddenly a shadow moved in to my line of vision and when I looked up I recognized the face instantly.
“You ok?” The deep male voice asked me softly.
“I’m fine thank you,” I replied nodding my head pulling my eyes out of his and grabbing my coffee that I had been willing on discarding in my haste to get away from Jeff.
Moving slowly in to the seat in front of me, he watched me closely and asked if I wanted to talk about what he had just witnessed, shaking my head no and he smiled telling me that should I ever change my mind he would always have a shoulder.
“I’m...” He started.
“I know who you are,” I replied smiling softly at him. Hoping that somehow I could make some friends here so that I wouldn’t have to reply on Jeff, Matt and Shannon because the more space I put between Jeff and I the better.
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Post by HarleyMac on Oct 22, 2008 14:46:56 GMT -6
Still Can’t Get Over You;
Chapter 18;
Dylan’s Malibu Home; Later that night;
H’s POV;
We had been packing our things up from the hotel room when we had recieved a call from the front desk telling us that our flights had been cancelled due to a storm heading our way; all flights out to Germany, which would be our next stop were grounded until further notice.
And unfortunately the hotel rooms had only been booked until midnight tonight, so Dylan had offered some of us rooms at her Malibu beach home. I knew my friend she had agreed to allow Jeff to tag along but she wasn’t overly pleased by the prospect.
I don’t know what had been said between them when we had left them alone to talk but it seemed to me that the air had turned thicker with tension than before but neither of them were willing to talk so for the time being we were all walking on eggshells around the two of them.
However right in this moment, I was resting my head back against the wall in the room that I always used when I stayed with Dylan at her holiday home in LA. The feel of Shannon’s lips kissing over my exposed neck felt better than I could have ever imagined.
Small desperate, hungry and primal like growls escaped his lips in a way that had my entire body reacting to him, to his touch and to his lips that seemed talented beyond believe. My own hands began to run up the sides of his legs which were covered with his jeans but still I could feel the shiver that coursed through him.
Reaching the waist band of his jeans, my fingers curled around the bottom of his shirt and began to inch it up over his amazing upper torso causing another wave of shivers to escape his frame.
“You’re sure?” He pulled back and looked in to my eyes; the rich baby blue of them burning in to my own until I was sure that he was the devil; sent to drive me straight in to insanity with just one look.
“Mmhmm,” I purred softly as he pulled back far enough that I could remove his t-shirt and that seemed to be what we had been looking for as in a frantic motion we were ripping and tearing at each others cloths until we were completely naked and our lips were slamming back against each others. “Shan?” I panted trying in a desperate vain to breathe naturally but he was making it impossible.
With his fingers trailing lines of pleasure over my flesh; in every space that he could reach, dipping and diving against my curves as his mouth kissed over my neck once again; slowly inching his way to my chest; his tongue dragging over my nipples was almost enough to send me out of my mind with desire that welled so quickly inside me that I was sure that I was about to burst.
“Yeah beautiful?” He growled softly refusing to stop teasing me until the feel of his tongue slipping further down until my breathing seemed in complete control of me and it stayed locked inside my body turning me ridged. “Breathe sweetheart!” He chuckled softly; but not in a malicious way, he was just letting me know that he was happy that he was driving me crazy.
“I-I...I-can’t...fuck me Shannon!” I pleaded desperately causing his eyes to look up at me just as the room was embedded with the brightest flash of white fork lighting as I was about to succumb to the man I had always wanted.
“Let me just enjoy your...” He started.
“There-will-be...plenty-time...for-that...all-nighter...remember!?” I begged with him to remember what he had said five months ago when we had first got together.
“Mmmm...yes I do!” He grunted pulling away from me and grabbing his jeans, pulling out his wallet and the condom, ripping at the packaging with his teeth until the wrapper was on the floor and the glove was in his hand.
Slowly and provocatively taking it from his fingers; slowly placing it to my lips, he watched me with interest as I slowly slid to my knees as once again the room was filled with the brightest light and the sound of crashing thunder tore through the night.
“It’s your turn to remember to breathe baby,” I giggled softly looking up at him causing him to slowly manevour us around until he was resting against the wall; his body panting out of control, his need throbbing desperately in my face as his fingers worked their way through my hair.
Slowly bending my head to his hard, thick cock; which seemed to be raging with a mind of its own; I let my lips slip over the tip then slowly began to work my lips and tongue down over his throbbing piece until the condom was securely fitted to the shaft that was bigger than anything I had ever experienced.
“Fuck turn round Heather,” His voice seemed to curl around my full name with an ease that I felt little sparks of arousal shooting through my veins.
My entire body, as if in some kind of trance did as he ordered me; my hands fell on to the metal railings of the four poster bed as his own hands reached for my hips and slowly pulled me backwards to wards him until I was quite literally leaning over.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” He groaned softly running his hand up my back so slowly that my entire body was aching, aching for more than the touch of his hand, aching to feel his cock buried so deep inside me that it was going to hurt.
“Shannon please,” I pleaded my tone needy and desperate for more than what he was giving me in this moment.
“Please what?” He growled leaning his frame over mine and whispering in to my ear as the feel of the tip of his cock ran over my slit by help of his hand.
“I need you, I want you...now!” I panted running my hands through my hair, completely unprepared for the sensation that shot through me as his hand slowly inched his cock in to me.
I could feel myself spreading wider as he forced his way in to me, taking every inch of me slowly, claiming all of my body in a way that no man ever had.
“Better?” He growled before slowly pulling back from me until he was stood behind me; pumping his hips against my ass as his dick slowly lubricated me; turning me wetter and wetter with every thrust.
“Oh fuck yes!” I moaned out as pleasure seemed to shoot up my body until it was the only thing that my mind could focus on.
“How about now?” He grunted as one hand moved to my breasts; grabbing them tenderly; his thumbs gliding back and forth over the erect buds.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fffuuuuucccckkkkk!” I panted as pleasure seemed to build just the little bit higher until I was struggling to remember to take in the breath that I so desperately needed; it was just coming so rapid and shallow that I was feeling dizzy from the feel of his cock inside me.
Friction was building as his free hand slowly pushed my legs a little closer together to give him a tighter penetration. It was more than clear that this man knew what he was doing when it came to having sex, because I had never felt such an intense bubbling in the pit of my stomach before, but it was clear that it could very well become addictive.
Shannon's POV;
The first time I get in to my sister’s holiday house and I am fucking her best friend but I knew that neither Dylan nor Jeff minded that I was falling for H.
And falling I was, harder and faster than I ever had with a girl before. After all the years of trying to find the right place and time to get together it was finally happening. We had broken out the drink when we got here from the hotel, Dylan and Jeff had excused themselves seperately and gone to seperate rooms leaving H and I alone.
We had started with a drinking game of pouring shots and whoever finished their shot first had to admit their sexiest fantasy, which seemed to just escalate until we were slamming in to the room that H always used when she stayed here.
The tight walls of H’s pussy was more than I could seem to stand, as I slammed myself in to her only to drag out slowly and repeat the action. The feel of her turning more and more wet seemed to make it much easier for me to drive in to her warm, wet and smooth chamber.
I could literally feel my dick throbbing inside her, puslating against every gland inside her smoldering chamber as the moaning coming from her panting body got harder and more raspy with every blow that I delivered in to her.
As if I had been able to read the future, I could feel my release beginning to spark through my body, racing through me until it reached my head and without thought, my free hand slid around her defined hips; basking in the smoothness of her creamy smooth flesh until I was rubbing my fingers against the outside of her pussy, slowly inching my way inside her, slowly opening her up to my fingers.
Slipping between the wet lips of her pussy, my fingers found her swollen clit almost instantly as my other hand kept up a steady and slowly rubbing over her breasts. The feel of her hips bucking against me a little harder turned the force in which we were coming together a little harder until we were really hammering against one another.
My fingers nipped gently at her clit at first to make sure that she was comfortable with the feeling, and my hand on her breast seemed to instinctively copy the movements of my fingers inside her.
Nipping tenderly and slowly at her erect nipples, left moan upon moan escaping those full beautiful lips until she was almost screaming and I was glad of the thunder storm raging over our heads as it seemed to drown out her screams of pleasure as she became entangled in the throws of passion.
Intensifying the nipping against her swollen clit until she was pushing her upper body up slightly until she was literally almost standing; my cock became literally embedded inside her pussy, unable to move, unable to do anything other than throb against her walls as they closed in on me, while my fingers brought her closer and closer to release.
“Take me to the bed,” She purred letting one arm run up over my neck and curling around my head; her fingers running through my hair, loose strands slipping through her talented smooths fingers until I was willing to walk in to the gates of hell had she asked me too.
Moving at a slow pace, because I was worried that I would hurt her until I reached the side of the bed, and waited further instruction from her, willing to do whatever she had in mind, she just felt so amazing that I would happily admit submission for the rest of my life if it meant that I had her with me.
“Climb on to the bed handsome,” She whispered softly as still my fingers stimulated her chamber until I could literally feel her juices running down the back of my hand.
“What position?” I growled in to her ear before licking over the flesh softly, tasting her, causing her body to shiver slightly.
“You on the bottom, sitting up!” She ordered her tone commanding and deliberate causing me to once again succumb to the feeling of being dominated by her.
Easing us on to the bed where I was sat on the bottom, her back still to me, resting against my chest the sweat passing between our naked writhing bodies as we both seemed to struggle with getting our breaths back under control.
“Heather move please!” I begged softly in to her hair as once again her smooth hand roamed around my head, tugging on my hair until my face was almost buried in her hair; her fruity scented hair that had this intoxicating scent that I had never experienced before.
“All in good time baby,” She purred ordering me to spread my legs a little wider, to which I had absolutely no option but to succumb and gently and slowly open them; bringing her own with me until she was spread so wide that I managed to slip two more fingers inside her now dripping chamber. “Mmmm...that feels so good Shannon,” She panted breathlessly seemingly basking in the feeling for a few moments.
Then as if she were desperately intent on driving me completely out of my mind; the fingers on one hand reached down to my tightening sack and began to lightly trace circles around and around the tight, hard sack, and the fingers from her other hand reached to the hand that I had almost buried deep inside her pussy; one finger rubbing back and forth, up and down and around in clock wise and anti clock wise circles while three other fingers dove deep just like my cock until they were literally brushing against my still throbbing shaft.
My need was turning more desperate by the second, I needed to feel her movement, I needed to feel the friction that this position was going to offer as my whole body struggled to remain upright until I was dragging us backwards so that my opper body could rest against the headboard.
And as if she sensed my need for movement; her hips began to lift from my dick only to slam back down, the wet from inside her giving me a nice and slippery access that I couldn’t help drowning in.
Still her fingers worked over my sack in a way that I had never experienced before. There was absolutely no doubt in my head that this girl was made for me, the things that she seemed to know, the way she seemed to understand instinctively what I needed and when I needed it; just before I lost all self control.
“Mmmm Shan...!” She moaned out once again as we both worked her insides like a finely tuned piano, as my own release began to build once again, getting ready to erupt out of me in one long wave of ecstasy; that I couldn’t fight, that I didn’t want to fight. “Right there baby...oh fuck! Oh fuck! Mmm aahhh yes, yes, yes, yes...sweet fuck...oh good God!” She purred out desperately as her insides quivered so madly that I wasn’t sure how she was even still breathing let alone anything else.
Then as if my own release was waiting for her to get off, it came crashing out of me so fiercely that I was biting down on her shoulder; a copper tang of blood swirled in to my mouth from where I had ripped the flesh but seemingly we were both too lost in pleasure to care about the damage at this moment.
“Heather...Heather...oh fuck yes...yes, yes...mmmm...aaaahhhh!” I growled out desperately feeling every shot pumping out of me in to the glove over my cock, the pulsating of her pussy urging me on.
Both of us slamming desperately together until we were collapsing against one another exhausted and more breathless than I figured to be healthy.
My cock slid out of her still dripping chamber with an ease, as she collapsed down on to the mattress panting and moaning slightly, little unaudible noises that were to cute to describe. Quickly slipping the condom from my dick, I tied a knot in the tip and threw it in to the trash can before turning and claiming her hot sweating body in to my arms.
“That was...my God Shannon, you’re just...I have never felt...” Her words seemed to be failing her, as she seemed more than unable to get the things that she wanted to say out of her lips.
“Me too beautiful,” I smiled softly at her as my head pulled back to look in to those devastating green eyes that seemed to just sparkle even brighter with the pleasure that still lingered on her beautiful features. “No one has ever had me feeling the things that you just did, actually no one has ever made me feel the way you do...period!”
“Me either,” She admitted quietly, her voice low because being vulnerable was something that she wasn’t used to being, in many ways she was like my little sister in that respect.
Both women were cagey around men, not when it came to hanging out and having fun, when it came to being intimate with a man, they both held their cards close to their chests and I figured that was just something that they both felt they had to be.
But I would spend the rest of my life making her see that she didn’t have to be that way with me, if I had too. If it meant that we could both become stronger from her giving in to what it was between us and be vulnerable then I wanted that.
Because after tonight I didn’t want anything less from her, I didn’t want what we had to be ruined by something that she thought that she had to be, I just needed her to know that she could trust me but that would come from actions and not words so for now all I had to do was make her see that she could trust me more than she had ever trusted anyone before.
“You mean that?” I asked softly wiping the hair from her eyes as those very same eyes continued to burn in to mine until I literally felt like I was drowning in her, drowning in all the things that I felt for her.
“More than I have ever meant anything before,” I admitted honestly watching her smile brighten and widen as my words seemed to seep in to her head.
“It really was amazing,” She purred letting her head fall down on to the pillow as we both stared up at the ceiling and became lost in our private thoughts for a few moments.
Turning to watch her, my eyes drank in the amazing shape of her frame, the way her body seemed to have the kind of definition that most women would kill for; the dips dramatic, the curves lethal and distracting in ways that I had never experienced before.
Suddenly desperate for her once again, my body moved instinctively towards hers and began to kiss over her chest slowly.
“It’s not over yet...all nighter remember!” I growled softly slowly dipping my tongue down her body, until I reached her navel; circling the panting flesh had her quiver all over as my hands gently spread her legs wide and she collapsed back on to her pillow.
“Here is to an all nighter then!” She cheered smiling down at me as I continued my journey south; my tongue driving in to every dip and curve of that amazing body.
Hunger taking me to places that I had thought were foriegn and myth when I had heard my friends talking about them, but here I was with the girl of my dreams and feeling all that I had been sure I would never feel.
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Post by HarleyMac on Oct 24, 2008 14:53:51 GMT -6
Still Can’t Get Over You;
Chapter 19;
Claire’s POV;
The storm had hit pretty quickly, wrapping around the beach front house that Dylan owned for holidays and friends who needed a break. Howling seemed to creep through the house that was big enough to house Shannon and H, Jeff, Matt, Roy, Jim and I, and Corey and still have room for more.
Dylan didn’t use it much so we had stopped to pick up some food and essentials for the storm that the weather warning had predicted on lasting a couple of days. We had gotten back to the hotel after the show tonight to be told that all the flights out to Germany and Iowa were grounded due to the storm that was coming our way. The hotel rooms had only been booked up until tonight and were already booked out again come morning so thankfully Dylan had this place otherwise we would have been out on the streets.
Sitting on the sofa cuddled in to Jim’s side, we were sitting talking, my eyes moved to where Dylan was lying next to me wrapped up in Corey’s embrace. Matt and Roy were sat on the floor in front of the fire that Dylan had turned on to give the room a warm feeling despite the obvious cold outside. Jeff was sat on the large plush chair across from where we were watching Dylan who seemed intent on completely ignoring him.
No one knew what had gone down with them when we had left them alone in that canteen earlier tonight, both refused to talk about it and both refused to talk to one another anymore. It was more than obvious that something had gone down.
Shannon and H had disappeared after we had finished off a bottle of JD and numerous bottles of beer and Vodka Ice; which we had purchased at Jeff’s request. We were all pretty drunk, just hanging out and relaxing.
Corey, Jim and I had flown in from Iowa for Dylan and H’s debut tonight on the show, Roy had flown in from New York where he lived across town from Dylan. Carmine hadn’t been able to make it in to town for the show because he was working on the rehearsals for the new season of CSI before filming started next week.
It was these times that I enjoyed with my friends; I loved hanging out and just being myself with the people I allowed to be a part of my life. I was in many ways the same as Dylan, especially with people that I didn’t know, I would hold them at arms length but Jim had stuck around; slowly knocking down the walls that I had built around myself and I was glad that he had done that. I was glad that he had stuck around longer than most men before him.
What we shared now as a couple was nothing that I had ever had with anyone before, we were close, we told each other everything and our connection wasn’t just sexual like I had, had with the men before him, it was mental, it was spiritual and most of all I truly felt like I belonged with him.
It was hard to express especially to people who had never felt anything like it before. Dylan had always got it, she had always understood the connection and managed to relate to it but not because it was what she had with Carmine, it was because of what she had briefly shared with Jeff. Anyone who knew the two of them could see that.
Even now after all these years, the connection between them was strong; like a fishermans rope; eternal and unable to break. No matter how hard they tried to fool themselves in to the fact that there was nothing there between them. What they shared was something from a fairytale; nothing could come in between them, nothing could tear that link that they shared and I knew in my heart it was just a matter of time before they succumbed to those feelings once again.
Glancing at Jeff to see him watching her closely as Corey gently ran his hand up and down her arm, keeping her calm and relaxed; my friend hated storms and normally freaked out pretty easily, so I knew that Corey was just trying to keep her calm but from the look on Jeff’s face, I could see that he wasn’t overly happy about what was going on before his very eyes.
“So what we gonna do?” Roy asked from where he was resting his head down on the Gothic style coffee table.
Dylan had very specific tastes; she was a Goth girl through and through, her home was decorated in dark colors, accompanied by the Gothic style furniture that seemed to blend perfectly with her decor.
“I don’t know, what do you want to do porku-punk?” Corey asked calling his friend with his new found nickname of the punk haired drummer from Stone Sour.
“I don’t know; that is why I was asking the room,” Roy said lifting his head and looking at his friend, and so it started both men launched in to a half hour long stint of throwing insults at one another until everyone was either giggling so hard they were holding their sides or chuckling so hard they had tears streaming down their faces.
It was just the way Roy and Corey were, hell it was just the way that Corey was with everyone. His brash, in your face attitude and cheeky sense of humor had you either love him or hate him.
“Would the pool be heated?” Jim asked looking around the room.
”You have a pool?” Matt exclaimed from where he was sat.
“Mmhmm and no it won’t be heated Jim, and it would take...” Dylan began to reply just as all the electricity went out obviously the storm was getting worse as the lightening lit the room, highlighting everyone’s faces brightly. “Uhm I think...Corey you need to come and get the candles with me,”
“Why me?” He complained as my friend slowly got to her feet.
“Because you are my best friend and you know the lay out of this house better than anyone,” She replied giggling as Corey huffed loudly but got to his feet none the less and followed her from the room.
“I know what we can play,” Roy announced from where he was hidden in the dark, masked by the shadows that the moon cast in the patio doors to the living room.
“Uh-oh this can’t be good,” Jim announced.
”Fuck off Root!” Roy spat as he chuckled softly. “Matt was telling me about this game that he and Jeff made up what was it Matt...win the spot call the shot?”
“Win the Shot, call the Spot,” Matt corrected the cuban drummer who seemed to become excited. “But it is more of a truth and dare kind of game,”
“Yeah well I am sure that we can swap it around a little bit, how about we all do shots and have to in order of the last one admit where the most exciting place you had sex was, with whom and when it was?”
“Sounds like fun!” Corey admitted as he and Dylan came back with the candles and lit them up, placing them around the room to get the best source of light from them.
After about twenty minutes of objecting, Jeff and Dylan were both out numbered and the game was starting as Roy poured the shots in to the glasses as we all sat around the table.
“All right you’re up chicka,” Corey said looking at Dylan who had been the last to place her glass on the table.
“All right it was uhm...2002,” She started as Corey, Jim and I turned to look at Roy knowing that, that had been the time she had been with our friend. “The New York movie plex, back row cinema four, The Bourne Identity...with Roy!” She admitted.
“Awe isn’t it cute?” Corey chimed nudging his best friend before chuckling as Roy’s face turned beet red. “All right Matt your turn,”
“Backstage at the Orlando show, 2004 Amy Dumass,” Matt admitted. “Jeff your turn,”
“It was actually 1997, her name was Sue she was on holiday and we met in City Limits, we stumbled outside and found a few parked rigs,” Jeff admitted looking to Roy. “You’re up Roy!”
“Well that’s easy, 2002 the top of Mulholland Drive, midnight with none other than Miss. Moore!” He held his hand out to Dylan who instantly blushed heavily as she looked at her ex and smiled brightly. “Corey; you’re up dude,” He said as he nodded his head to her softly.
“Germany to Iowa flight, 2004 Scarlet,” Corey admitted his face clouding over at the thought of his ex wife who had burned him pretty bad. “Mr. Root,”
“Spain 2007, private beach...Claire!”
“Awe dude you are such a suck up!” Corey chuckled earning him a glare from both Jim and I. “Claire?”
Looking up at my man, I couldn’t stop the memories coming back, the seemingly life time of memories that had built in the few years that we had been together; not one of them I would change for all the love or money in the world.
Jim's POV;
The feel of her eyes burning in to mine left me more than content in the knowledge that I had this ring in my pocket. Over the past five months I had tried to find the right time to ask her but nothing had come up, we were both so busy and now it seemed that it we were still so busy that there was hardly any time for us to just chill out.
“It would have to be three months ago, on stage with Jim, in France,”
“On stage? My stage? Our stage? Where?” Corey asked his voice turning shrill and slightly disturbed.
“Right where you stand for most of the night,” I chuckled softly.
“Eeeewwwweeee see now that is just wrong,” Corey complained placing his hands over his ears. “I don’t...I can’t hear no more...la, la, la, la, la, lllllaaaaaaaaa!”
“Seriously on stage?” Roy asked chuckling at our friend but seemingly getting ready to rib him for a change by keeping this topic of conversation going for as long as he could.
“Mmhmm,” Claire nodded at the same time as myself.
“Just tell me that you didn’t do it on my drums or anywhere near where I play every night?”
“Uhm...” Claire giggled obviously remembering how we had been pretty much all over the stage that night. Against amps, on the floor, on the speakers, on the drum rise, on the drum seat, there had been no spot that we hadn’t christened.
“Oh God!” Roy mumbled softly.
“Ok next round,” Matt chuckled as he grabbed the bottle of JD and poured another round of drinks. “Ok the question this time is; who is the best lover you have ever had?”
Everyone nodded and took their drinks downing them and slamming one after another on to the table. Everyone turned and looked at Jeff who had been last to finish.
“I know I should say Beth but it wasn’t...it was that girl Sue,”
“How come I have never heard of her?” Matt asked as Dylan seemed to play with her glass refusing to look anywhere or at anyone.
“It was a holiday fling is all,” Jeff replied. As if sensing her discomfort he looked to her left. “Corey; your turn?”
“Without a doubt Scarlet,” My friend admitted; his eyes glazing over as he thought about his ex wife and all the things that had happened between them no doubt. And as always Dylan seemed to sense it and reached for him, giving him a reassuring squeeze. “Your turn Roy?”
“That is such an easy question...hands down little Miss. Moore once again,” Roy admitted watching her closely as she blushed deeply.
“You don’t have to say that just ‘cos I am sitting here you know?” She giggled softly.
“I know I don’t, I know that we are comfortable with each other...but we always were right? I mean that is why you were the...” His voice trailed off as his eyes fell on Jeff who was glaring at him. “Anyway, your turn beautiful,”
“You are so gonna think that I just said this ‘cos you did and I know that it should be Carmine but it was you...always!” She smiled at him.
The thing with Dylan and Roy was that when they split up it wasn’t because they didn’t love one another, it wasn’t because they had fallen out it was simply because their careers had kept them apart and neither thought that it was fare to the other. I truly think that if fate hadn’t played the distance and seperation card on them, they would still be together, and maybe just maybe Dylan would be able to get past what she had felt for Jeff because I really did believe that the only man who could have helped or managed to make her forget about him was Roy.
“Thanks baby,” Roy smiled as the heat stung his face deeply. “Ok Matt you’re turn,” He said obviously trying to push all thoughts of his past with Dylan out of his head as he smiled at her then turned to Matt.
“Definitely Amy...I hate to admit it ‘cos after all she did with that Adam dick, I shouldn’t even feel this way but it was her, it was always her and nothing can change that fact,”
“Awe Matt,” Dylan said softly as she moved away from Corey and moved to her old friend and pulled him in to her arms where she gently held him close.
Claire and I both agreed that we were each others best but I had no doubt that we would be considering she was the most amazing woman that I had ever known. The things that we shared as a couple wasn’t anything that I had ever shared with another woman and I wouldn’t want our relationship to be any other way.
“Ok I have one,” Dylan announced as she slowly pulled away from Matt and poured the shots. “The worst lover you have ever had,” We all nodded and downed the drinks until Corey was the last to slam his glass down on the table. “C man you’re up first!”
“Ok...let me think of the name...” He mumbled softly his eyes closing as he indeed tried to remember. “It was this girl I met at a Metallica concert before we were famous, she was stunning looking, her name was...fuck...it was...Alicia, she was struggling to get her car to start after the show and so I stopped to see if I could help and one thing led to another but I swear it was like screwing a bag of potatoes...she just lay there, not moving...for someone so stunning she was terrible!”
Everyone laughed as the rest of us named our encounters until it came to Dylan who looked around the room; her face burning brightly as she thought for a few moments.
“Uhm the first guy I slept with in school when I moved to LA, his name was...Martin, he was really good looking but hell he lasted like two seconds and it was over...I remember thinking that if that was what sex was about then I didn’t want to do it again but then H took me out one night and I met this older guy and from then on there was no stopping me,”
”Yeah tell me about it!” Roy mumbled next to her which of course earned him a slap for his cheek.
”I seem to remember that you weren’t exactly complaining about it,”
“Hell no I wasn’t,” Roy chuckled softly kissing her head tenderly.
“You sure do have a thing for older men though huh?” Matt commented causing every single eye in the room to turn and look at him; pretty much all of us wondering what he knew, did he know about Dylan and Jeff?
“I guess I do!” Dylan replied letting her eyes fleet across to Jeff’s for a split second before turning away and looking at Roy who smiled softly and reached for her, pulling her close as Corey grabbed the bottle and announced that it was time for more drink.
“Ok so the question this time...” He looked from Dylan to Jeff and in a second I knew that he was getting ready to weigh up the youngest of the Hardy brothers. “What is the best kiss you have ever had?”
Dylan snapped her head towards her best friend at the same time as Jeff snapped his head to look at him, both refusing to look away from Corey as he seemed to shrink back from the weight of both stares causing Claire and I to laugh softly.
“Everyone ok with that?” Corey asked looking away from both of them to me and Claire, then to Roy and finally to Matt all of us nodding our heads.
I knew that I was interested in seeing how this panned out, I wanted to see if either of them would admit that they both kissed one another, and that it was their best because I had managed to talk to Dylan about Jeff about a month ago and she had said explained all that had happened, all that she had felt and still felt seemingly despite loving Carmine, she was confused as to where her heart truly lay.
“Oh Jeff first...!” Corey all but sing songed out of him.
As seven sets of eyes turned and looked at him, I could see that he was literally squirming on the spot, his eyes latching to Dylan’s as she looked away.
“It was...it was...uhm...Dylan!” He finally admitted it. I couldn’t believe that he had actually done it, I couldn’t believe that he had actually come out with it and said it his eyes still watching her and only her as if she were the only person in room.
“And Dylan?” Corey chimed happily.
Dylan looked at her best friend then to everyone in the room, as we all shook our heads in encouragement that she was safe to admit it but she was really struggling, she wasn’t one to allow herself to be placed in to vulnerable positions like this but she suddenly held her head high and looked directly at Jeff.
“It was Jeff!” She stood to her feet, grabbed a candle and literally tore a path out of the room, leaving us sitting there looking at Jeff who seemed more than a little confused as to what to do.
I looked at Claire and she shrugged her shoulders as we continued to watch Jeff until Corey got to his feet and headed off in search of his best friend leaving us all looking at Jeff like he had lost his mind; he had, just had the perfect opportunity to go after her but he had blown it.
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