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| L.A Connection; Part 4: Sequel to A London Extra. Ray, Hannah,James, Lemmy Kilmister,Castor, Lilly, Francesca and Cali | |
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| Deleted User | October 20, 2012, 11:12 pm Post #466 |
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I saw Francesca emerge first some 40 minutes later, climbing the grassy hill on her own. As she walked closer towards the house her sobs were audible even though her long blonde hair covered the most of her face. She entered the house through a downstairs patio door and headed upstairs to her bedroom, avoiding Marcella and I waiting downstairs. We both accepted that she and James had probably had an argument. We looked at each other, reflecting the difficult expression on our faces. Finally, James emerged over the hill from the lake walking slowly with his hands buried deep in his pockets, his head in a brown cowboy hat was bowed. He stopped, standing on the grassy hill looking up at his son’s house, evidently bearing the thoughts that ran through his head. I watched him longingly wanting to go to him. ‘I’ll take Chelsea’ Marcella offered, reading my thoughts. I smiled in thanks, offering her her baby half-sister to hold as I stepped outside to join James. I slipped on my summer shoes which sat by the backdoor and walked through the long Texas grass to greet him. He smiled kindly, and as I walked closer I saw his eyes were red and his face was tear-stained. He lifted me into his arms as I approached him, holding me to his chest with a long tight hug. ‘There’s rattlesnakes out here darling, you need boots to walk in the grass’ he warned in warm deep voice. I linked my arms around his neck and he carried me through the field back towards the garden. He let me down gently on the soft green grass. ‘I like your hat, cowboy!’ I teased, standing on my toes to kiss him. I was barely 5ft 3 and so much shorter standing next to him without my heels. ‘Shorty!’ he kissed, smoothing my butt with his hands. He was deliberately keeping his upset to himself, I didn’t ask him to relay his conversation with his ex-wife to me, but he offered in part. ‘Lilly and Castor’ll get married at home in May next year, and once Marcella’s gone to Harvard in August we’ll sell the house’ James explained. ‘Francesca’s okay with that?’ I asked. He tipped his hat emotionally in reply. I thought I saw his lip tremble. ‘But you’ll need a new place in San Rafael to be close to HQ’ I pointed out. He knew, he nodded. ‘We can look later next year’ he thought out loud. His fingers drummed my back gently in thought. I changed his train of thought by lifting his cowboy hat from his head teasingly and put it on my own. His hand smoothed his short silver blonde hair that felt thin on his head. He looked at my happy face that tried to improve his mood with a pensive smile. ‘I can see you being a naughty cowgirl in that hat!’ he whispered. I tasted his lips that were salty from the heat of the morning sun. His sapphire blue eyes flicked open in thought and paused on mine. He broke from our kiss slowly with a devious smile. ‘Maybe tonight?’ he whispered hopefully into my throat. Tonight was our last night in Dallas. Tomorrow we would fly home to LA for a week before the tour would resume. I had still not decided if I would join James on the second leg; it was difficult with Chelsea so young and Anthony, a restless four year old. I looked at him with an open face, hoping I had cheered him up from his difficult talk with Francesca. His puffy red eyes seemed improved at the thought of spending tonight roleplaying cowboys in bed. I laughed happily in response. After dinner that night, James had met Francesca in the kitchen carrying the heavy plates from the table. He sat them down awkwardly on the bench beside her, she had not turned to acknowledge him as she washed the dishes. James cleared his throat nervously and she turned her head half over her shoulder knowing his signs that he wanted to talk. ‘Castor tells me Ray calls you still?’ James began in a wobbly voice. ‘Yes, he does’ Francesca replied sternly, as though her friendship with Ray was none of James’ business, but James pressed on, he wanted to know what she had told him. ‘He’s not contacted Hannah at all since she left him, did you know that? That he’s not asked to see Anthony once in almost a year?’ James questioned. Francesca flipped around in anger. ‘You haven’t even had the balls to tell him that Anthony is not his biological son!’ she yelled. ‘I had to tell him!’ ‘You did what?!’ James burst. ‘That’s Hannah’s business! She didn’t want to tell him yet, she wanted Ray to be a father to Anthony if he still wanted to be!’ James roared. ‘Why do you even still talk to him?’ James couldn’t imagine why she would keep in touch with their family’s former assistant. It had been over four years since he had quit. ‘He’s out of work at the moment, Lemmy can only hire him in the summer now, I was going to give him a job’ Francesca revealed. ‘A job? Doing what?’ James asked, his voice had dropped a notch from his angry roar. ‘Helping me move out and find a new place, and restart things, sort out my life….’she trailed off, giving the dishes she was scrubbing more attention than James. She was silent for a long minute while James felt sheepish. ‘It was a horrible thing you and Hannah did to him’ she said darkly. ‘You took away his girl several times, then his wife, then his son. You’ve ruined him and I think we owe him something. I don’t want to see him lost, living in London on his own, while you and Hannah…do whatever you’re doing in LA’ she scowled. I had heard mention of Ray and walked into the kitchen with a confused look on my face. James apologised with his sorry face as I joined them. Francesca turned to face me, withdrawing her hands from yellow dish gloves to speak to me face to face for the first time this trip. ‘I’m just curious Hannah, as to why you told me Anthony was Ray’s son and not James’ boy?’ Francesca asked. Her tone was accusatory and her arms were crossed. James stood between us, his arms crossed ready to intervene if he needed to. ‘Francesca, I….’ I didn’t know what to say to her, she had taken me by surprise and quite frankly, it was none of her business. ‘Ray believed Anthony was his son for a long time, I did not want him to think otherwise at that point—he had already lost his family’ I said, aware of just how badly I had handled it. James stopped my explanation by putting out his hand, he didn’t want Francesca to engage in a furious row with me. ‘It’s happened now, Ray knows the truth’ James explained to me. My eyes were wide with surprise. ‘Francesca has told him he’s my son’ James explained. My face drained of colour as I stared down Francesca. James held me back now with both arms. I wanted to shout, scream at her for interjecting, but I couldn’t expect that she wouldn’t have told Ray the truth—she had known him for so long after all, much longer than I had. Apparently, James did not want to make a scene once more in front of his family. ‘Hannah and I are leaving for LA with the kids in the morning’ he explained. Francesca acknowledged with a direct glare at my upset face—she was making it clear she had won this time. James turned to lead me upstairs for the night, but she called after him in her wife-like voice. ‘James--talk to Marcella before you go, won’t you?’ she commanded. |
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| HannahBanana | October 21, 2012, 12:56 pm Post #467 |
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I started to feel bad for Fran, but that went away as quick as it came after she told James about her spilling Hannah's dirty laundry to Ray about Anthony not being his kid. Then I thought her and Hannah were going to fight, but I'm sure Fran would kick Hannah's ass
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| Deleted User | October 21, 2012, 6:28 pm Post #468 |
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Indeed. That's why James held her back! And hi again! Haven't seen you for a bit!
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| Shayniz21 | October 23, 2012, 8:20 am Post #469 |
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James in nothing but a cowboy hat....... Well I can't wait to see how this turns out. France never should have spilled the beans about Anthony, that wasn't her place she had no right. |
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| Deleted User | October 23, 2012, 8:37 am Post #470 |
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I can confirm, James will be in nothing but a cowboy hat in the next scene. Exactly, Francesca shouldnt've have said anything, it was none of her business but she's angry at James about the whole thing because, 5 years back when Anthony was conceived, Francesca and James were still together and he swore that he wasn't seeing Hannah anymore.
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| HannahBanana | October 25, 2012, 10:44 pm Post #471 |
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Hello to you too! I had to play catch up. But I'm really glad to see that you're updating again. Edited by HannahBanana, October 25, 2012, 10:46 pm.
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| -DJ- | November 24, 2012, 6:59 pm Post #472 |
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Poke because i love and miss this fic
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| Deleted User | November 25, 2012, 4:20 am Post #473 |
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Thank you I haven't forgotten about this fic, in fact, I've been writing more today after taking a little break. The story is nearly over, and if at the end of it people want even more (there's 4 stories already! ) I have an idea for a 5th... The next chapter is extremely hot, involving James in nothing but a cowboy hat... I'm working on this now!
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| -DJ- | November 25, 2012, 5:48 am Post #474 |
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Asdfghjklkgds write wonder woman write!
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| Deleted User | November 25, 2012, 8:39 pm Post #475 |
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I am! It'll be up soon!
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| Deleted User | November 29, 2012, 7:30 am Post #476 |
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James showered while I waited in bed, my mind scrolling through the day. Anthony slept next door in his own bed, he was nearly 5 and I couldn’t believe where the time had gone. I watched our daughter lying peacefully in her cot bedside our bed, her small face smiled at me while she kicked her legs happily. We both seemed to be waiting for Daddy, and her face broke into a happy laugh as James emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He lifted Chelsea into his arms and held her for a moment; lifting her up to his face making an animated grin--she chuckled in delight. James turned to me with a naughty question written on his face. ‘Shall I put her in next door with Anthony for a little while?’ he winked. I knew he only suggested it when he felt awkward having sex in front of our baby girl. ‘Alright’ I smiled willingly. James opened the door quietly, his towel still wrapped around his waist, and carried our baby to her daybed next door. I jumped quickly out of bed while he was gone, taking off the baggy black t-shirt of his that I wore and replacing it with my black bra and panties that I knew were his favourite. I pulled the covers back, fluffed the pillows and lay side-on to the door waiting for his return. I took his brown suede cowboy hat from the bedpost and plonked it on my head—it was a hat meant for a large male forehead and it swam on me. The inside of the brim was still wet with James’ sweat and oily hair from this morning and it smelt so very much like him. I made a short laugh at myself, knowing James would enjoy the entertainment of it, he had made the gag about me being a cowgirl for him tonight anyway. I proved to him that I hadn’t forgotten. His face smiled wickedly as he returned to our bedroom. The sight of me lying ready for him made him brim wide in delight. He unwrapped the thick white towel from around his waist and threw it haphazardly to the bedside chair where the rest of his discarded clothes lay in a heap. He advanced towards me, and my eyes took his broad muscular chest in excitement. His large cock grew and stiffened as he crawled over me in bed, grinning all the while at his hat that I wore in jest. ‘Suits you!’ he kissed teasing me whole-heartedly. He tipped the brim of the hat back a little to see my eyes, the large peak obscured my face. My hands smoothed his back, feeling for the delicious muscles that curved in his lower back that pumped his hips gently against mine, initiating his desire. ‘So tell me what you want, Cowgirl’ he drawled in a fake southern accent. I laughed at his imitating voice. ‘Would you be a little bit rough with me tonight?’ I begged back in my best southern accent. His eyes widened in delight. ‘Oh really?’ he breathed in urgent surprise. I seldom gave him permission to do so, and we’d not really had frantic sex since Chelsea was born. ‘Yes, please!’ I panted back into his smooth ear. His horny body moved up and down mine, having the effect of parting my legs willingly under him, trying to find his way in. His hands smoothed my waist down to my hips, tugging the lacy black thong down my thighs and flicking them to the floor. My head rolled back in pleasure, I couldn’t wait for him to enter me. The hat crinkled on the pillow behind me and he tugged it free from under my head, saving his leather friend. He fitted it on his own head, looking down at me underneath his tight chest with a grin. ‘You ready Cowgirl?’ he teased. His deep voice turned me on and I could only bleat in response. ‘Mmmm fuck me!’ I begged, my voice escaped as a desperate whine. He did as I asked straight away, his hand that smoothed my hip, lifted my legs around his middle as he made a quick start—he pushed hard into me and my voice jumped appreciatively in a loud moan. ‘Hmmm!’ he groaned outloud. His hips were fast and steady, pushing me up the bed in urgent thrusts. He wasn’t usually as rushed, he apologised. ‘Okay?’ he checked, pausing to take a breath; we both panted hard. I opened my eyes to his horny face and saw that his mouth was cocked open as his hips pumped me. ‘Yeah!’ I moaned back happily, catching my breath in gasping moans every few seconds. His body overtook mine fast, building intentionally up to the roughness that I wanted. He seemed withheld still, somehow. He paused again to check my face. ‘I’m not hurting you?’ he checked kindly between breaths, kissing frantically at my throat. ‘No!’ I smiled, barely able to talk from panting hard. Satisfied, his smiling face dived into my chest once more as he continued his race. He bowed his head as he suspended himself over me with his strong arms, watching my stomach ripple to the rhythm of his pounding hips. He turned me desperately to my knees and entered me again, fucking me fiercely from behind. His balls slapped my skin and his strong hips ricocheted and transferred every movement from his body into mine. My outstretched arms held onto the headboard, I rolled my head back in pleasure and my loose blonde hair trailed down my back as I enjoyed him. His eagerness to please me made my body tingle in pleasure—I felt the beginnings of my own orgasm warming the wet flesh that his groin massaged. I let out an uncontrolled scream, the kind where I barely recognised my own voice—the kind that made him work even harder. He pushed his cock deeper, slowing for effect. He poised still, letting me rub back on his length to suit myself. I turned my head over my shoulder to see his face. He still wore the cowboy hat as he knelt behind me. He held my ass with a dirty smile as I moved my hips eagerly up and down him, faster and faster as I felt myself begin to come. I let out a short waning moan that got increasingly louder as my body shuddered. ‘Shhh!’ he laughed, my cries were no doubt travelling beyond the walls of our room. ‘Francesca is across the hall, Castor and Lilly are not far away!’ James reminded me. He withdrew and I turned to face him, lying back once more underneath him as his body settled over mine. His eyes treated themselves to my nude form with longing. ‘Be quiet you naughty thing!’ he teased, kissing me—his lips holding onto mine for a long moment as his penis found me to push on again. This time, his lips did not let go of mine as he began a slow groove inside me. It was the alternate kind that I loved, when he switched gears from fucking me hard and fast. Now, he was as slow and as sensual as he could be. It tingled my wet flesh even more, my hands squeezed his butt hard into me, wanting him to grind me harder. My mouth let out an urgent scream once more. ‘James! You’re gonna make me come!’ I bleated. My head rolled from side to side in hasty urgency. ‘Shhh!’ he urged me again with a laugh. ‘Bite my shoulder’ he offered. I thought for a second that he was kidding until he moved his collarbone closer to my face. I bared my mouth against his strong smooth muscle and muffled my screams as he pounded me faster—determined for his own rush. My teeth found the hard band of muscle near the letter ‘o’ of our son’s name ‘Anthony’ tattooed across his right shoulder reading inwards to his neck. My breath wet his skin as I cried outloud into his chest, letting him partly smother me as his hips shuddered hard into me—coming in frantic bursts that made his own voice break a howl in erotic relief. ‘Shhh!’ I teased him back, and he grinned back proudly. He held his body over mine as we both came down from our rush. He breathed hard still for five minutes after, his forehead had beaded with sweat. ‘I can’t wait to go home tomorrow’ he smiled. ‘Then you can scream all you want!’ he grinned. His body rolled off mine and his head relaxed into his own pillow, squashing the cowboy hat that he still wore. He took it from under his own head, pumping a fist inside to return it to form and hung it proudly on the bedpost beside him. ‘Where did that naughty girl come from?’ he asked me gleefully. His eyes were still sparkling as he came down from his post-coital high. My hand reached out to his body under the covers, finding his groin was still partly erect and pounding. ‘I always will be for you, James’ I promised, planting a goodnight kiss on his face in the dark. |
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| lusy_orion | November 29, 2012, 9:05 am Post #477 |
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To live is the most rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.
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Well,THAT WAS HOT!!! One day you gonna give me a heart attack..but let's face it, I'll die happy!!
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| -DJ- | November 29, 2012, 10:16 am Post #478 |
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I missed the bus to college because i was reading this on my phone but it was totally worth it!
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| Deleted User | November 29, 2012, 5:41 pm Post #479 |
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Thank you! Glad you liked it! Sorry that's it's been so long since I updated, I'm gonna post consistently (and frequently) now until the end. And they'll have more hot sex as soon as thet get home to LA where Hannah can scream all she likes!
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| Deleted User | November 29, 2012, 5:42 pm Post #480 |
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That made me laugh! Thanks for reading and I'm glad you liked it! More up soon!
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