Ouch.
I pushed open the bathroom door and listened for a few more seconds.
The problem was that as good as Emily was at singing, seeing the silhouette of her body through the frosted shower door made me want to hear her make other noises.
So I took off my shirt and pants then opened the door and stepped inside.
Emily smiled when she saw me.
She put her head back and finished rinsing her hair.
My eyes scanned down her body, watching the last few suds caress her breasts down to her stomach then to her left leg and…
My eyes moved back up to her breasts again.
I wasn’t in the shower to watch soap go down the drain.
I inched closer to her and she put her hand out.
“I’m your groupie,” I said. “Remember?”
“You’re too commanding,” she said. “I’m supposed to boss you around. And I have a show tonight. I can’t be caught up in wild sex beforehand.”
“I beg to differ, babe,” I said. “You don’t want to walk across the stage all pent up and worried. Let me relax you…”
I reached forward with my right hand and grazed my fingertips between her legs.
She sighed and thrust her hips toward me.
“Fuck,” she growled.
“I’m the worst person ever, aren’t I?” I whispered.
She grabbed my wrist. “The absolute worst.”
She pulled at my wrist and put my hand to the small of her back.
That forced me to step closer to her.
Her right hand touched my cock.
I sucked in a breath and held it.
She slid her hand along the thick bottom of my cock, all the way to the tip. Her thumb stroked over the head of my cock and she smiled at me.
“I don’t think we have time for foreplay, Em,” I said.
“No, we don’t,” she said. “So make your move, groupie.”
My right hand moved to the back of her left leg and I pulled.
She put her leg up in the shower and I bent my knees, gently rubbing my thickness against her slit. Back and forth, feeling a new kind of wet warmth overtake her body and mine.
With my left hand, I touched the back of her neck and made sure she stared me in the eyes as I began to fuck her.
I guided myself slowly, inch by inch, deep into her body.
I then moved faster… each thrust with more force than the previous one.
Emily grabbed my shoulders and pulled at me.
I kissed her, then picked her up.
Her legs wrapped around me.
I walked her into the water and then against the tiled wall.
I really fucking hoped this became a pre-show ritual for us.
“You bought me a new guitar?” Emily asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “You were talking about it. You showed me what you wanted.”
“Liam. That was just… I was just…” She looked at me, shocked. “You…”
“You deserve it, babe,” I said. “I don’t know anything about guitars. But you said this had a bigger sound. And it played better.”
“I would fuck you right now if we didn’t just fuck in the shower,” she said.
I looked down at my towel and slowly opened it. “Oh, look, my cock is getting hard again…”
She pointed. “Keep that monster calm. I have to get ready.”
Emily dropped her towel and walked toward the bathroom.
“What the hell, Em?” I called out. “That’s not fair.”
“I have to keep you wanting it,” she said.
“Oh, believe me, I fucking want it,” I said.
She looked back and smiled. “Thank you for everything, Liam. Not just the guitar. But everything. I don’t think I can ever explain it all… or actually thank you enough.”
“You can thank me right now, babe,” I said. “Just turn and strut your way right back here.”
My cock ached for her, even though I was just inside her a few minutes ago.
I couldn’t get enough of her.
Emily went into the bathroom and shut the door.
I looked down at my cock.
Half hard.
I looked at the guitar.
I laughed.
Emily was the rock star.
I was her whore.
The place was busy.
The owner - Ernie - made sure we had a big table at the front corner of the stage.
Ember was there.
Lucy was there too. With some guy.
I was pretty sure his name was Henry.
He was the guy that fixed the sink after I made it worse that day at the bakery.
I still hadn’t wrapped my head around the idea that Emily gave up the bakery. I knew somewhere in her heart, she wanted to open another one. Or maybe she would just play guitar and sing songs. Whatever it was she wanted, I was going to be there for her to make sure it happened.
Ernie made sure we all had drinks.
Carla, Faye, and Robin were next to me.
Robin on the far end, sporting a small baby bump that she kept touching.
Faye talked to Robin.
Carla set her sights on me.
“What?” I asked.
“How hard are you right now?”
“Excuse me?”
“Come on. Your girl is going to be up there singing. Every guy in this place is going to want to fuck her. And she’s going to fuck you. That’s got to make you hard, right? All that power you have.”
I laughed. “You just say whatever you’re thinking, don’t you?”
“Yup,” Carla said.
“You’re a good friend to Emily,” I said.
“You’re good dick for her,” Carla said. “Don’t fuck it up.”
Carla patted my arm.
I looked straight ahead and saw Emily’s sister.
With her husband and their daughter.
Kids weren’t allowed in a place like this, but Ernie made an exception for Henley.
Dan had his arms tight around Henley.
I could tell he was nervous.
Henley wore large earmuffs.
Everyone was here for Emily.
These were the people that mattered in her life. The ones she affected.
I sat there with my back against the chair like some horny sap.
Which I was.
Fuck it.
I’d own it for the rest of my life.
I had waited so long to face the truth with Emily, I had no choice but to be a horny sap.
The lights began to dim and half the people there clapped.
I let out a loud whistle and slammed my hands together, which got more people cheering.
Then Emily came
