“I love that I know that you… wait…”
I laughed, reaching for him. “Shut up and kiss me.”
And that’s how the night really began.
CHAPTER FIVE
I was sore when I got up to go to the bathroom. The clock on the nightstand said it was two in the morning as I made my way back to the bed. Dale was sleeping, completely nude, one leg off the edge of the bed, his foot dangling, the other knee cocked. The sheet was tangled at his waist, just across his hips. The comforter was somewhere… oh yeah, we’d taken it into the kitchen because having sex on the tile was too cold and far too hard.
But now I was cold. I went to the kitchen, seeing the remnants of the minibar on the counter. I think I was still a little drunk. My head was swimmy. I grabbed the comforter off the floor, putting it over my shoulders and wrapping it around me. I opened the little fridge and picked out one of the chocolate covered strawberries, eating it as I wandered into the living area.
I was tired but I couldn’t sleep. Having Dale home again made my mind race almost as fast as my body. I missed him when he was gone, but I missed him almost as much when he was home. His focus was so often elsewhere these days. His rock star dream was really coming true. The album had been released—with my cover art, I was so proud of that—and the first single too. But he was right, he never really forgot me. Even when he was up on stage, singing to thousands, he was singing my song, thinking about me.
“Why’d you come out here?” Dale came out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes. He’d put on a pair of boxers.
“Had to pee. Can’t get back to sleep.” I held an arm out, holding the comforter open and his eyes lit up when he saw I wasn’t wearing anything. He snuggled up, grabbing the remote from the coffee table.
“Wonder if there’s anything good on.” He started flipping through channels while I played with his hair—what was left of it. It was so soft. I loved how it felt under my fingertips at the back of his neck.
“Mmm.” He shivered. “I like that.”
“This?” I lightly traced my nails there and he shivered again. Then I spelled out the words, “I love you.”
“Hey, look, it’s porn.”
“What?” I blinked at the television, trying to focus. The picture was all scrambled but I could almost make out a hint of skin.
“Want to watch porn?” He grinned, pushing buttons on the remote.
“Won’t that show up on the bill?” I gaped at him as the loud sounds of people having sex filled the room.
“The record company’s paying, remember.” He cocked his head, looking at the screen. “And they kind if expect it.”
“They expect you to watch porn?”I looked at the screen and saw a blonde with very large, very fake breasts doing a little striptease.
“They’d pay for escorts too, if I wanted them,” he replied casually, his hand stroking my thigh.
“So this is porn.” I watched as the blonde spread her legs for the camera, spreading her labia with nails so long they were more like garden tools.
“You’re kidding me?” Dale sat up. “You’ve never seen porn?”
“No…” My eyes widened when the blonde started putting her fingers inside. “Not movies anyway… she’s going to hurt herself!”
Dale looked and laughed. “That’s what I always thought too. Those fake tits and the bleach blond hair and those nails. Ugh.’
He grabbed the remote and changed the channel.
“There’s more?” Now there were two women kissing, touching each other.
“Mmm. Nice.” Dale perked up and I saw his cock tenting his boxers.
“You like that?” My fingernails traced the hairline at the nape of his neck. “What if I told you Aimee and I did that?”
He turned to look at me, mouth hanging open.
“I’m kidding.” I giggled. “No way. Gross. Never happened.”
“I didn’t think so.” He scoffed, making a face and looking back at the girls. “But for a minute there, you got me thinking about it…”