Chapter 10
Kevin couldn’t believe he was
nervous. It was no big deal. It wasn’t as if he’d never done it before. He sat
on the end of the bed and watched as Courtney, Cory…hell, he didn’t even know
this woman’s name, slowly and seductively unbuttoned her shirt. Her breasts
were huge…
Standing in front of him, she let
her silk blouse slip back off her shoulders…next, her bra. Kevin buried his
face between her ample breasts, then finding one nipple took it into his warm,
hungry mouth. Her back arched a little as he firmly grabbed her tight ass and
bit down on her breast.
She tore at his shirt then pushed
him back on the bed. Stradling him, she began to free him of his pants. Kevin
closed his eyes.
Just a one night stand…fuck, just
a one hour stand. Nothing personal. Just sex…just sex…
Kevin opened his eyes momentarily
and their gazes locked. She kissed him on the mouth and whispered, “I know what
you need,” and began to work her way down bathing him with her tongue. “Poor
Kevvy…all tensed up…” she cooed.
The room seemed stifling hot. He
groaned as she took him into her mouth and teased him with her tongue, scraping
her teeth along his length. Her nails were long and she used them like talons,
clawing at him. It was painful, but at the same time erotic.
I just want to get it over with. She continued to taunt and tease
him, demanding he beg for release. He would be right on the edge and she would
deliberately stop. He had a feeling that she wasn’t a random fan who would do
anything to be with a Backstreet Boy. She was proving that theory right.
Grabbing a handful of hair, she
jerked his head back. “I said beg…”
“Please…” he moaned.
A sly smile crossed her ruby lips.
With her other hand, she pinched his nipple hard enough that he winced from the
pain then lowered her voice to a throaty whisper, “Baby, you need a wife who
knows how to please you…”
Possibly it was the stifling Miami
humidity…possibly it was the shabby hotel room or her cheap perfume, but when
she said that Kevin felt sick…sick with guilt. He rolled away from her.
“What’s wrong baby? Did I hit a
nerve there? Wifey-pooh holding out on you?”
“I-I love my wife…” Kevin was
shaking.
This is wrong…
“Sweet. Remember that when you
shoot your wad down my throat…”
Kevin crawled from her, searching
the floor for his clothes.
“What’s your problem?” she said
sarcastically. “This was your idea, remember?”
“I don’t have a problem. I love my
wife…that’s all.”
“Sure you do…what’s her name? Oh
yeah, Jeanie something. Big-time songwriter, huh? Well, she may be good at
that, but she aint worth shit keeping you satisfied…is she?"
Kevin pulled his pants on, he was
shaking so hard he could barely button them.
"If she's so damn good, how
come you're jerking off looking at me? You couldn't wait to fuck me... Well, I
don't care! Tell your screaming hard-on how much you love your wife cause
Kevin, I don’t give a fuck.”
Kevin wanted to cry. He was
ashamed and he was scared, but more than anything he felt guilty. After he’d
finishing dressing, he walked back over to her. Leaning down, he spat “Don’t
you ever, and I mean EVER, talk about my wife. She’s a lady…I’m sure you don’t
know what that is, but Jeanie Kirkpatrick is a lady. She's my wife and I love
her!” With that, he stormed from the room slamming the door behind him.
Once outside, he felt certain he
would fall apart. Instead, he felt pure elation. “My wife…” Kevin smiled. “I
love MY WIFE...” He sat for a minute before he started the car. Finally,
resting his folded arms across the steering wheel, he buried his face and wept.
“God…I DO love my wife…I love her so much…”
* * *
Jeanie sat by the pool and thumbed
through resumes. She hated looking for an assistant. Lindsay was the only
person she’d ever trusted. Now that the Boys’ were putting the finishing touches
on the new album, and in rehearsals for the upcoming tour, she knew she would
once again have to assume both “mommy” and “daddy” roles for Madi. She also
knew that couldn’t do it all. She needed a helper. Jeanie didn’t want a
professional secretary. Lindsay had been perfect. She typed well enough to
handle correspondence, but also had no problem with changing a diaper or
picking up dry cleaning. She rolled with the punches and was cool with Jeanie
and Kevin’s crazy lifestyle. She also got along with Jess and adored Madi.
Filling Lindsay’s shoes would be hard.
“Too old…too scary…too settled…”
She leaned back in the patio chair and looked across the pool and wondered what
Kevin was doing. She missed him so much.
“Miss Jeanie? This is Tiffany…”
* * *
Jeanie studied her resume. “You
know Nick?”
Tiffany smiled. “Yes, ma’m. My
family lived two doors down from his family in Florida. I don’t see him much
anymore. You know…”
Jeanie smiled. “Sweetie, I know.
I’m married to a Backstreet Boy and I don’t seem them much…” She paused for a
minute, “Two years of college? What next?”
“I-I don’t know. I thought I’d
take off a year or so and try and figure it out. Nick and I were talking on the
phone and he said you were looking for an assistant. So, I thought…you know…why
not?”
“You realize that you’d have to
live here? Travel some? Babysit occasionally?” Tiffany shook her head in
agreement. Tiffany also realized that by working here she could feed Nick any
and all the information he needed. Nick didn’t know it, but Tiff worshipped him
and she’d do anything to stay in his life…even if it meant breaking up Kevin
and Jeanie. The only thing better than living with Jeanie and Kevin would be
living with Jeanie and Nick…
“I’ll do a good job for you…”
“I’m sure you will. Tiffany…if I
called Nick right now and asked him about you…what do you think he would tell
me. What does Nick think about Tiffany?” Jeanie lowered her eyes and made
direct eye contact with Tiff. The young girl seemed a little nervous. It wasn’t
a question she was prepared for.
“I-I think he would tell you
that…he’s known me a long time and that…I’m a faithful friend.”
“Define faithful…”
“I would do anything for Nick
Carter…”