THE BOOK SIGNING
IN THE ROOM
I hear music I am not familiar with, a ballad of sorts with a touch of country. Without speaking, I take the cigarette from Scott and pull on it. My mind swims with pleasure and I press my body against his, letting the music play while he reads.
Scott closes the book and turns to me. Grabbing the cigarette he takes a drag and hums with the music. "It's a local band from home. It reminds me of my father."
The mention of his father stops me from more questions. I don't want to talk about fathers. The song loops on repeat and I am content to listen in silence, putting my head on his shoulder. Scott opens the book and my eyes go wide to see he is almost done reading. A fast reader to say the least.
"I really love your book," he says, closing it again.
"Yay. A new fan."
He chuckles and rubs my thigh with a palm. "Something like that."
His tone gives me pause, but I can't decipher anything from his words. Something like that? I don't respond and allow his caresses to continue, yielding when he pushes me on my back and gets on top of me.
Hands move the covers and with a suddenness, he thrusts inside me. He hugs me tight and stares in my eyes, moving in me with slow rhythm. Wrapping my arms around his back, I pull him closer until the flecks of gray in his eyes morph into small shapes of squares and rectangles.
His breathing gets heavier and grip on my shoulders tightens. Still looking in my eyes his body stiffens and I smile while he orgasms inside me. He collapses on my chest and I rub his back while he pants and groans.
"You are sweet," I whisper in his ear.
"Is that so surprising?"
"Yes." I don't want to say more.
He rolls off me and pulls on a pair of jeans. Lighting another cigarette, he tucks my book under an arm and opens the bedroom door.
"Why don't you get dressed and come down to the living room. The guys would love it if you read some of your book."
Before I can respond he leaves, closing the door. Stretching my body, I enjoy being alone in a strange room and don't move for some minutes. The song changes to another by the same musician and it reminds me to have Scott tell me the name later.
I get off the bed and dress, wondering what I will find in the living room. Approaching the door, my eyes catches his wallet on the dresser and I stop, curiosity getting the better of me. Lifting the edge of the billfold, I peak at his identification and what I see causes me to jump.
His name is Scott Holden Jr.
If you beg or you borrow or steal
I don't know why
I can't touch the sky
but it's no big deal