Forever More
Part 1 - Hope
Chapter Fourteen
Back at the hotel room Rebecca felt so tired and woozy from everything that she had inadvertently inhaled and her head was pounding from all the loud music that she had heard that evening. Her watch showed one-thirty a.m. All she really wanted to do was take a shower and crawl into bed. She hadn’t had much sleep the night before worrying about her trip that day.
Rebecca had not said one word to Scott all the way up in the elevator and after they had entered the room he threw the room key onto the table. "I’m sorry if you’re upset with me."
She was not in the mood to talk. "I’m not Scott. I’m just really tired right now. Really. I’m the one who should be sorry. I ruined the night for you."
"No you didn’t," he came over and started kneading her shoulders with the palms of his hands. "You know what you need? A nice hot tub to soak in."
Rebecca had to admit it sounded good.
"It’ll help you relax and let you sleep and tomorrow we can hit those stores."
She rotated her neck as he continued to massage her shoulders from behind.
"Tell you what," he continued, "You go get undressed and I’ll start the water."
Scott took off toward the bathroom and Rebecca heard the water start to fill the tub. She was down to her bra and panties when Scott came back in to get her. Taking her by the hand he led her into the bathroom and turning her around unfastened her bra and deposited it on the sink. Still with her back to him he slid the panties down as she lifted first one foot and then the other to step out of them. On his way back up he stopped to fondle her round bottom and nibble on one of the cheeks. Rebecca purred a soft moan.
"You like that, huh?" Scott asked as he came back up and helped her into the tub.
Rebecca laid her tired body back into the hot steamy water. Scott disappeared into the other room and returned a few moments later with two glasses filled with wine from the bar in the room. He sat on the floor next to the tub and handing her a glass they leisurely sipped at the wine.
They talked. They talked about his friends and the events of the evening. He told her much of his past and confessed how drugs had played a part in his life in the early years. It was not something that he was proud of but also not something that he felt he could hide. He had made many decisions along those lines, not easy ones to make, but he had succeeded. The pot was something that he did only occasionally but now knowing how it bothered her he would discontinue that if that was what she wanted.
The way that she had looked at him that night with disgust and disrespect had hurt him far more than he could admit. Her opinion of him mattered the most in his mind.
The warmth from the room and the wine were very soothing to Rebecca and she began to let go of some of her feelings that had surfaced earlier that evening. Scott’s sharing of very personal and difficult times in his life only caused her to feel closer than ever to him.
He continued to sit near the tub, sometimes reaching into the water and filling a cupped hand let it drip slowly onto her breasts.
"Get undressed," Rebecca at last whispered as Scott licked some wine from one of her fingers.
"Are you sure? I thought this would be just for you."
"I’m sure." Rebecca moaned.
Rebecca watched as Scott undressed before her at last removing his underwear to reveal the very erect column of florid flesh. He moved closer to the tub as she sat up, took another sip of wine, and ran her cool wet lips along every curve of his cylindrical instrument before she laid back into the water. Scott’s head bent back as a torturous groan left his throat.
He then slid in behind her and they lay together in the warm water sipping their wine as he gently caressed her breast from behind and squeezing a nipple between his fingers. She squirmed when every so often he would press his tremulous groin into her.
Rebecca, unable to repress her desire to feel him within her, turned to face him, easing down onto his hard wet shaft absorbing every inch into her throbbing flesh until her hips finally rested against his thighs. Scott buried his face into her breasts as they rocked back and forth in the warm water. The sensations were relaxed and easy in the hot steamy bathroom but soon Scott felt a ravenous desire to possess her body with more voracity.
Directing her to stand Rebecca did so only to find herself swept up into his arms.
"What are you doing?" Surprised by his impulsive yet brazen behavior she clung to his wet arms and shoulders.
A wicked little laugh escaped his lips as he carefully carried her across the wet tiled floor, "Taking you somewhere were I can get more leverage."
Rebecca felt herself drop onto the bed and looked into his face to see that the smile had faded, replaced by a mouth hard set with passion and eyes so hot with lust they were burning through her flesh.
He brought his body down hard and possessive upon hers, still wet and soapy from the bath. Wasting no time he thrust between her legs appeasing the appetite that she had stirred in him. Soon she felt the familiar spasms that seized him and the rush of his warm offering as it filled her.
Much later returning to finish the bath and their earlier position with her in his arms they laid back in the warm water, continuing to drink their wine and whispering lover’s promises.
Late the next morning they awoke and ordered breakfast in the room. They had several hours in which to explore the city before both had to catch different flights in the evening.
Rebecca was overwhelmed with the enormity of the city. They shopped and had lunch at a very nice restaurant. Scott enjoyed showing her the sites and she had her camera within hand every step of the way.
Entering one jewelry store he instructed the salesman to show them a very beautiful gold herringbone necklace that formed a point in front with a diamond at the center. Looking at her reflection in the mirror and fingering the gold edging Rebecca was charmed by its simple elegance.
"You like it?" Scott asked as he stood behind her in the mirror.
"Oh, its beautiful!"
"Good," then turning to the salesman, "We’ll be purchasing this."
Rebecca was stunned, even a little shaky. Such a beautiful and expensive gift was he giving to her. She looked on while he paid the man and glancing her way she could see the pleasure in his eyes to be able to do this.
If after the show Rebecca had any doubts in her mind at all about their relationship, making love the night before and then that afternoon dispelled them all. She took the gift of the necklace to mean so much. He gave it with those same feelings.
It was that afternoon that Scott mentioned an event to which he had been invited in Los Angeles the early part of the next month, an awards show and he was now asking her to join him. Touring would be over before then as he only had a few more dates left after the New York appearance.
The event would be a more formal evening and the very thought of being there and seeing those who he was mentioning made Rebecca even more excited about going. She couldn’t wait. He would know more of the details later.
The tour would be ending soon. Scott would arrive back in Chicago and spend a long deserved rest in his own bed. Linda was looking forward to it also. She had spent most of the time touring with the ensemble except for the few times that she had her own pressing obligations. When they finally would be able to make it home for a weekend she usually opted to stay at their apartment in Chicago rather than drive back to Michigan as Scott would. She missed many of her close friends and used this time to catch up with them before the next flight.
During this time she sensed the distance between them. Usually it was when they returned home. He always wanted to get back to Michigan. She had her suspicions, but yet as she continued to tour with him they had many good and happy times and she wondered why she would ever doubt him. It wasn’t long after she met back up with him after his show in Canada that she began to hear some rumors, nothing concrete, just that someone who knew her thought that they had heard she and Scott had broken up. Nothing really, they weren’t sure why they had that impression. It must have been something that someone else said.
The next bit of information seemed to confirm what she had been thinking all along. The evening after her photo shoot in Chicago a friend of hers phoned to say that they had missed her after the show. She explained her whereabouts. Her friend was relieved to hear since she was under the impression also that they had gone their separate ways. She pressed her friend. Scott was with someone else after the show and had been seen with her at a party.
Meeting him on the east coast for the last few shows she said nothing of what she had heard. Scott was a bit more quiet but he attributed it to being burned out and just wanting to get back home.
The tour had ended in Newark. Scott was home the last week in April. He was finished with the constant nights waking up in hotel rooms and not knowing where he was. He was glad to put and end to the hours spent flying and sitting in airports.
Before long he would start working on material for a third album and the sphere would start to rotate once again. But for right now, a few weeks at least, he could relax and even spend some time alone in the stillness and peacefulness of a Michigan spring.
That also meant that he and Becky would be able to spend more time together. The winter had dragged on seemingly endless for her while he spent so many days and nights away from her and the boys.
Scott was spending every possible moment with Rebecca and the boys now that he was home and she assumed that Linda was not around much if at all. Still she feared to ask.
The first time that Scott came back to Rebecca’s after his tour was like a joyful homecoming. The boys had missed him, the dog had missed him, but Rebecca had missed him most of all. Against her better judgement she had become dependant on him over the course of the last several months. While her life went on much the same as it had week after week it was the emotional dependence that she had come to expect and need. He was now her best friend, her confidant, her lover.
The first week in May brought the greening of the grass in the fields. The horses were out roaming the pastures again as the warmer sun of the afternoon shown through the trees. The air smelled of freshness and small plants peaked through the earth.
Scott came up from the studio in late afternoon and finding Linda said that he was on his way out. He was going to look up Jim, a friend in the area, and they were going to hang out, he didn’t know where. He wouldn’t be back late.
He hated lying to Linda but it was getting easier all the time and she never really questioned him any more about anything. She was an intelligent woman. He knew in his heart that she had her suspicions. Still, he never gave her any reason to doubt him. He was still avoiding the inevitability that he could not go on living two separate lives. He had used the album and then the tour as an excuse not to have to deal with his emotions. That was something that he would grapple with later when things settled down.
That evening he pulled into the gravel drive at Rebecca’s as always. The evenings were usually the same. He would wrestle with the boys or he would help them with their chores feeding and watering the horses. If the evening was warm as it was that night he and Becky would sit outside and enjoy the fresh air as the boys rode their bikes or played baseball, to which he would occasionally join in as pitcher.
Later, after some coaxing to do their homework and getting them ready for bed he and Becky would find some quiet time till the boys finally stopped getting up and asking for water or relaying last minute thoughts that came into their heads..
Later the two of them would go to bed and make love. More often than not he was able to stay the whole night and leave early the next morning before she had to go to work. But on some nights, like this one, when Linda was at home, he would have to get up and leave.
Rebecca never asked why. He was fairly certain that she knew. He wasn’t sure what he would say if she asked him directly.
The evening went just he had thought. He loved spending time with all of them, even though some nights Ethan and Kyle were more wound up than others, but he seemed to have some pull and could usually get them to tow the line. There were even times when he had to scold one or the other for talking back to or not doing what their mother had asked.
He enjoyed this sort of parenting. Once he had gotten into a discussion with a man at a party when he found out that he had two small boys himself. How DO you get them to get to sleep when they don’t want to and fight you all the way? The consensus was to render them unconscious. Later Linda and the man’s wife joined them and when the man asked Linda about their children he seemed quite confused. Oh, he had just assumed that they had children. He apologized. He must have mistaken something Scott had said earlier. Linda had glared at Scott as he changed the subject.
The boys had finally settled down and after watching the ten o’clock news Rebecca had gone around turning lights off and Scott let Corky out for a bit. The boys had wanted the dog to stay after he returned for the tour and Rebecca had agreed.
Later In the darkness of Rebecca’s bedroom they made love. The bed was so soft and comfortable and as he held her close he did not want to leave. He considered staying but thoughts on what the repercussions might be brought him back to his senses and he knew that he must get up, dress and head home before it got too late. Still, as Becky lay naked in his arms and he could feel her warm body soft against his he wanted to prolong the moment as much as possible.
He drifted back to sleep. When he woke up again he looked at his watch and saw that it was after midnight. He really had to go. Laying Becky back down on the pillow next to him she stirred and asked him to stay. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on his clothes telling her that as much as he wanted to stay and hold her all night he had to be going.
He finished getting dressed, leaned over, kissed her goodnight and found his way in the dark through the hallway and kitchen and out the back door locking it behind him as he left.
When he arrived home that too was dark. He turned on the kitchen light, retrieving a beer from the refrigerator and sitting down in the living room he turned on the television for a few moments and caught the end of a movie. He finished his beer and headed up to his room. Linda lay on her side and as he undressed and slid in next to her she opened her eyes and rolled over laying her head on his chest. He held her. Soon it was obvious that she wanted to make love.
Starting slowly she fondled him and had gone under the sheets to bring him to her lips. He laid back as the sensations shot through his body. She was passionately bringing all of his male urges to a climax. Responding in kind he brought to her the same pleasure that she was giving him.
When at last it was over and Scott held her in her in his arms, she ran her hand across his chest. He gently stroked her long dark hair that draped over his shoulder. Then he caught a tiny hint of fragrance. He knew the person to whom it belonged, Becky. He feared Linda had caught it also.
He glanced over at the clock, two a.m. He had made love to both of them within three hours.
Anguish gripped his soul. He nearly voiced this thoughts, Oh, god. What am I going to do?
