Emerald (Steele Investigations) (17 page)

I glare at him.  He ignores my glare.

“So, just for future reference, if a guy is a
badass-muscled-private-investigator and they drive a kickass Camaro, this means
I can’t call them beautiful or pretty,” I’m still snapping and glaring.

“Babe,” he chuckles again.

“I’m glad you find me so amusing, Mr. Guns,” I mutter
sullenly.

This causes him to burst into laughter.  While he does this,
he tugs me into his chest and buries his head in my neck so not only can I
hear
his laughter, I can also
feel
it.

“C’mon.  We’ll be late,” he says releasing me of one arm but
leaving the other firmly around my waist as he leads me out to his Camaro.

The drive to the Arena where Lady Antebellum is playing
tonight takes forty five minutes due to heavy traffic, firstly because it’s a
Friday evening, and secondly because I’m guessing about ninety percent of the
cars are headed to the sold out concert.  When we arrive, Travis leads us to
food counter and buys fours bottles of water, and then we make our way over to one
of the ticket counters where Travis shows our VIP tickets.  She allows us entry
and an usher type person shows us the way to our seats.  Right at the front.  I
imagine, if I leaned over the barrier and stretched my arm out as far as it
would go, and one of the singers stood right on the edge of the stage and
stretched their arm out, we’d be able to touch hands.  The arena was about half
full when we arrived and now not even fifteen minutes later, it’s almost
packed.  The noise is deafening.  I wasn’t sure what to expect, as this is my first
concert but the amount of people is startling.  There are thousands. 

“Drink?” Travis shouts close to my ear, holding up a bottle
of water.

“It’s loud in here,” I shout back, taking the bottle from
him.  I twist the lid and take a mouthful before replacing the lid and setting
the bottle in my lap.

“Wait ‘til they all start screamin’ when the band comes on,”
he’s still shouting near my ear.

I roll my eyes in reply.  I don’t have to wait too long to
see what he means.  The opening act, a relatively new band called The Deniers,
takes to the stage amid a screaming frenzy.  I only recognize a couple of their
songs but I enjoy listening to the ones I haven’t heard before.  There is a
short intermission when The Deniers leave the stage in preparation for tonight’s
main act.

“Do you need the bathroom, or something to eat?” Travis asks
loudly.

I still feel a little weird about talking about going to the
bathroom, but I’m more relaxed about than I was before.

“No, I’m good.  Besides, it will be so crazy out there, I
probably wouldn’t get back in until the show was over,” I laugh.

Travis brings his arm up, which had been around my waist, to
my neck and he pulls me close and places his mouth to mine.  Our lips move
together in practiced harmony.  It doesn’t take long before the kiss deepens
and I feel his tongue in my mouth.  I boldly suck his tongue deeper into my
mouth, eliciting a deep groan from his throat.  I whimper at the jolt of
electricity that shoots through my body at the sound he makes.

I totally forget that we are in a packed arena and things
get heated.  I run my hand down his toned, rippled stomach, over his belt to
the harness evident in his jeans.  He growls as my fingers make contact and
then he pulls back. 

“Later,” he growls again, gesturing with his eyes to the
crowded room.

“Oh, right,” I say, embarrassed of my public displays of
affection.

I hope no one saw that.  You really should learn to be
more sensible and aware of your surroundings
, Rational Jemma chastises,
looking mortified and fanning herself because she’s obviously feeling the heat
from our earlier escapades.

Later, why do we have to wait?  We could just slip into a
bathroom stall with Travis and have a quickie.  We’d be back before the show
starts
, Selfish Jemma (or should that be Slutty Jemma) whines and pouts
like a two year old.

I ignore both of them and settle back into my seat, leaning
slightly left into Travis and I watch as Lady Antebellum takes to the stage.

I stand up along with the crowd and dance in a small space,
singing along with the band as they play.  I’m still standing when I feel
Travis’s arms slide around my waist from behind and he rests his chin on my
shoulder.  Then I hear the opening chords of American Honey.  I smile huge. 

“A little birdie told me that this song is a favorite of
someone in the crowd,” Charles Kelley says into the microphone.

I still in Travis’s arms.  The crowd goes wild, screaming
and shouting.  “It’s my favorite”, “I love you, Charles,” “Marry me.”  He lets
them carry on for a bit, hyping them up all the while the intro plays, it gets
to a certain point and then starts again at the beginning.

“This is for Jemma, from Travis,”  Charles says into the
microphone again, this time he looks directly at me and Travis.  My smile gets
so huge I fear my cheeks may split with the pressure.

“Ho-
ly
shit,” I breathe.  Then Hillary Scott starts
to sing,

She grew up on the side of the road
Where the church bells ring and strong love grows
She grew up good
She grew up slow
Like American honey
Steady as a preacher
Free as a weed
Couldn't wait to get going
But wasn't quite ready to leave
So innocent, pure and sweet
American honey

I think I love the song so much because it’s what I
wish
my childhood was like.  That, and the fact that I love the music, Hillary’s
soft, sweet voice and the way she caresses the lyrics.  I sway along with
Travis holding me tight, keeping me safe and secure, from behind.

The band moves on to sing a few of their newer songs but
Travis and I still stand in the same position.

“Do you have a favorite?” I ask, turning me head to speak
into his ear so I don’t have to shout.

“I think I just found one,” he says giving me a squeeze and
I listen to the song the band is now singing, When You Got A Good Thing,

Everybody keeps telling
me I'm such a lucky man
Lookin’ at you standin’ there I know I am
Barefooted beauty with eyes that blue
The sun shine sure looks good on you
I swear
Oh I can't believe I finally found you baby
Happy ever after, after all this time
Oh there's gonna be some ups and downs
but with you to wrap my arms around
I'm fine
So baby, hold on tight
Don't let go
Hold onto the love we're making
Cause baby when the ground starts shakin’
You gotta know when you've got a good thing

I give his hands a return squeeze and my smile, if possible,
increases again.  I’m going to have ulcers on my gums in the morning.  But I
don’t care.  Not one bit.  This is, by far, the best night of my life.  On that
thought, another thought occurs to me:  that warm cloud of silk has worked its
way in wrapping firmly and tightly around me. From the moment I met Travis,
I’ve felt it inching it’s way closer to me.  Now it’s settled and secure. 
Unmoving.  It’s there all the time.  I hope it
never
leaves.

******

After the concert is over, a huge black guy with a dark
jacket and the words SECURITY in bright yellow letters comes to Travis and I. 

“Travis Steele and Jemma Calloway?” he asks in a voice that
is scratchy, like he’s smoked too much for too long.

Travis nods his head and the guy says, “This way, please,”
before walking away towards the backstage area.

Travis grabs my hand and we follow him.  On the way, I try
to contain my smile and slow my heart, not wanting to look like a complete and
utter star struck fool, but I can’t help it.  I am so excited.

“Hey, man,” Travis says to Charles as he shakes his hand and
gives him a one handed hug with a back slap.

“Trav, how you been? Long time, brother,” Charles replies.

“Sure has.  Been doing great last few weeks,” Travis says
turning to me and winking.  A wink on Travis Steele is
effing
hot!

“Charles meet my woman, Jemma Calloway,” Travis introduces.

“Hi,” my voice is quiet but my smile makes up for it.

“Hey Jemma, nice to meet you.  You been keeping him in
line?” Charles asks, smiling.

“Uh, sure.  I try.” 
Yeah, try not to giggle like a
fourteen year old because Charles Kelley shook my freaking hand.

“Jemma, this is Hillary Scott and Dave Haywood.  Guys, Jemma
Calloway.  And you know this menace here: Travis Steele,” Charles says as the
two other band members come over to greet us.

I shake hands with Hillary and Dave and we make small talk
as Travis catches up with Charles and how his family is doing.

“Thank you for giving me a shout out before you sung
American Honey, tonight,” I tell them as we’re getting ready to leave.

“Anytime,” Hillary replies.

Then Charles hands me a signed copy of Golden, their latest
CD.

We bid them a goodnight and they hurry to another room to
get ready for a meet and greet with fans who have won radio competitions, or
who bought special, limited edition backstage pass VIP tickets.

“Thank you for tonight,” I tell Travis as we walk back to
the Camaro, arm in arm from the arena.

“Anything for you, baby.  Fuck, I’d do this every day, it
means I get to see your face light up like it did tonight.”

I smile up at him and snuggle into Travis and my warm cloud
of silk.

I’m jostled awake in Travis’s arms as he carries my up the
path to my front door.  I sleepily look at him, taking in all his features: 
straight nose, strong square jaw, soft hair, straight teeth, a mouth made for
kissing … and
other
things.  The thought makes me giggle a little. 
Travis cocks an eyebrow and gives me a one sided grin.

“Keys, babe,” Travis says when we reach my door.

“Oh, right,” I say reaching awkwardly into my back pocket
for my house key.  “Can you put me down so I can get the key?” I ask .

“Nope,” he grins and then reaching his hand up, groping my
ass overzealously as he
tries
to find the key.

“Stop it,” I laugh, batting his hands away.

“Love this ass, mama,” he says on another grope of my
cheeks, “perfectly round, smooth, fills out these jeans like a fuckin’ glove,”
he gives an enthusiastic squeeze, “Gonna have you tonight on your knees just so
I can watch this pretty little ass as I take you.”

Yes please!
  I feel my panties dampen with heat and
my nipples start to tingle as a shiver runs up my spine.  He feels the shiver
and suddenly, he’s not playing anymore, his hand slides inside the pocket and
finds the key.  He opens the door, shuts it, locks it and carries me into the
room.  He tosses me on the bed and I bounce clumsily.  Kneeling up I quickly
pull his shirt and sweater over his head.  Next, I unbuckle his belt and unzip
his jeans.  They pool at his ankles, leaving him standing in front of me in a
pair of black Calvin Klein tight boxer briefs, made tighter from the erection
that’s straining to be let free.  I tug the elastic waistband of the briefs
downwards and watch as his hardness springs out towards me.  Hard, hot and
ready. 

I wrap my hand around the base of his manhood, and slide up
once and then back down again before he grabs my wrists and places them back
down by my sides.

“Won’t last long if you keep that up,” his voice is thick
and throaty.

I smile a little bit, but it doesn’t last long because
before I can even blink he’s divested me of all my clothing.  He leans down and
suck a nipple deep into his mouth eliciting a moan from my throat.  He works
one tightened bud with his mouth and the other with his fingers.  When he’s
satisfied they’ve had enough attention, he flips me over onto my stomach and
raises my hips so my ass is in the air and my face is flat on the bed.  I think
he’s going to slam into me so I’m surprised when I feel the warm wetness of his
tongue as he slides it inside me, probing in and out with it.  Then he moves
down to my clit and he licks it softly, then makes his tongue into a point and
flicks it hard.  He repeats these moves over and over until I’m writhing on the
bed, begging for him to let me come.

“Please, oh god, Travis, please,” I mewl as I rock my hip
back and forth into his face.

Finally, he takes mercy on me.  He slides two fingers
roughly inside of me and pulls my clitoris into his mouth and sucks
hard.
 
I scream into my mattress and claw my sheets, holding on for dear life, as my
body convulses; pulsing an shuddering through my orgasm. 

“Oh god,” I groan as I come back down.

Travis kneels behind me and massages the globes of my behind
with one hand and I hear the telltale sound of the condom wrapper being ripped.

“Such a sweet, sexy ass.  You want me, baby?”  he murmurs,
rubbing my ass and hips.

“Yes, please, yes.  Fuck me, Travis,” my voice is high
pitched and moany all at the same time.

He growls, deep in his throat and then slams inside of me. 
Filling me with his entire length.  My back arches causing my ass to raise
further in the air and I push back onto him, taking as much of him as I can
get.

“You want it hard or slow, baby?”

“Hard,”

He doesn’t wait to be told twice.  He withdraws until just
the tip is sitting inside me and then he sheaths himself fully inside me
again.  Gripping my hips he thrusts hard and fast, hitting the sweet spot
inside of me with every inward slide.

My muscles contract and I feel it building deep in my belly.

“Don’t stop, please.  Oh, god, don’t stop.  Harder!”  I
don’t know if I’m shouting the words or whether I’m just saying them in my
head.  It doesn’t matter because he doesn’t stop.  He just keeps the pace up
bringing my orgasm closer and closer until finally I can grab it with both
hands.  I moan loud and deep as the feeling of euphoria washes over me and I
clench tightly around him.  He grunts with every thrust until he slams in and I
feel him twitching inside of me as he loses himself.  Then he slowly slides in
and out a few times before breaking our connection to rid himself of the condom. 
I sink flat to my stomach, panting, sleepy and sated