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L.A Connection; Part 4: Sequel to A London Extra. Ray, Hannah,James, Lemmy Kilmister,Castor, Lilly, Francesca and Cali
Topic Started: July 1, 2012, 2:02 am (22,570 Views)
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Back at the hotel, my dad had met his Granddaughter for the first time. He held Chelsea for nearly an hour entertaining the grinning expression on her small face.

‘She’s a wonderful child!’ Dad smiled at us both. James sat proudly with my Dad and his baby daughter.

‘Anthony has been really good since she was born too, he’s taken it very well, he’s not been too demanding’ I observed. James agreed.

‘Dad, Anthony is James’ son. He’s not Ray’s son like I thought’. But the news didn’t come as a surprise to my Dad.

‘I know’ he said simply. ‘It was pretty obvious, he doesn’t look anything like Ray’ he replied casually.

‘You knew?’ I asked my father in amazement.

‘Yes Hannah, I knew’ he said wisely. ‘It wasn’t like it was a secret. Ray didn’t exactly think Anthony was his son either…’ he revealed. I had never thought he had had any suspicions that he wasn’t, even though I knew now that Francesca had told him. I stared at James in amazement, his face was less shocked than mine but I hadn’t realised Anthony’s paternity had been the worst kept family secret in years.

‘Dad, will you stay and travel with us for a little while? I asked.

‘Of course—I was going to offer you a week’s babysitting as a wedding present’ he smiled. ‘I’m sure you hardly get any time together these days. And I’d love to hear your band James’ Dad added. Just like me years ago, I knew he knew nothing about Metallica. James smiled appreciatively.

‘We’ll get you a prime seat stage-side so you can see everything!’ he offered graciously. ’It’s loud!’ he added with a warning laugh. I nodded, I wasn’t sure if my Dad really knew what he was in for.

‘James is a grandfather now too’ I added. Dad nodded again.

‘Yes, I read all about it in a paper on the way over’ he said. I was stunned, I had thought Castor and Lilly’s baby news had not made the press.

‘Is that in the papers back home in the UK?’ I asked. Dad raised his eyebrows at my naivety.

‘Hannah—everything is in the papers! All about you and James, Chelsea, your trip to Texas last week, the new baby…it’s all there!’ I was shocked once again, but James was not.

‘Hannah—it’s our life now. Our marriage will be in the papers tomorrow, we just announced it at a public restaurant people will know soon enough’ James pointed out. ‘We could beat the papers to it and release a photo, or just ignore it’ he suggested. I thought on it for a while.

‘No, I don’t want them to see our wedding pictures’ I said defensively. ‘They’re private’. Dad nodded, he quite agreed. I had showed him the images Lars had taken earlier.

‘Well hopefully, they won’t get leaked then’ he said. He wondered though, he knew Francesca would’ve seen the pictures he had sent to Castor and Marcella. His older brother David had ways of getting hold of private pictures and selling them to the press –he had sold James out so many times before. The same thought had crossed my mind. I remembered James’ private birthday party photos from a few years earlier.

‘Well, I might just leave you for tonight’ Dad offered, knowing I would want to spend my wedding night alone with my new husband. ‘Let me put the kids to bed’ he offered. ‘Congratulations again’ he offered warmly as he stood to leave.
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Wedding night and honeymoon next! :heart:
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James offered me his hand kindly as I stood from the couch. The door closed behind my Dad and the kids and James breathed a short sigh of relief. Finally, we were alone on our wedding night. He led me quietly to the bedroom where I sat on the end of the bed watching him undress in front of me. My eyes felt heavy after a long day and he seemed to be in slow motion as he unbuckled his belt, feeding the leather through his hands as he pulled it free. Instead of pulling down his own jeans, he stood forward offering his open belt buckle to me.

‘What are you in the mood for tonight?’ he asked in a horny grumble. My hands shot out to tug the leather in my hands. He stroked his cock through his briefs and begged me for my reaction.

‘Bed..slow..on top..tired…’I breathed through kisses. James nodded, I tugged him forward onto me linking my hands around his shoulders. He crawled over me obediently, and I took a moment to look into his soft blue eyes. His skin was gathered in tired bags and his blonde hair was spiked silver. We had both aged since we had met nine years earlier, but I still loved him

‘I can’t believe we’re married!’ I whispered happily, remembering out first encounter in London.

‘Feels good though, huh?’ he smiled, I could see his wide grin even in the low light.

‘That does!’ I laughed—his erection had pushed hard against my thigh. My hands smoothed down his back and under his jeans, as he grinned at his innuendo. His hands had lifted my dress up around my waist.

‘So you want it slow tonight?’ he continued, his kisses were warm and teasing on my neck as his body ground into me on top.

‘Yeah—take your time’ I smiled. I wanted this night to last, it felt so special to be his wife at long last.

‘After this leg of the tour ends next week, I’ll take you on honeymoon’ James promised. ‘I’m just figuring out the details…’ he began. I lifted my finger to his lips.

‘Don’t tell me—make it a surprise’ I grinned.

‘Alright’ he kissed warmly. His voice was soft and comforting. We fell into silence for a long moment, enjoying each other’s bodies, undressing slowly in the quiet evening making a slow, sensual groove that heated up into a hot passionate rhythm. He pushed faster and harder into me, letting his urgent body speak in open moans as he held my legs still around his hips. I enjoyed his kind and vigorous pace—his breath panted hard and his eyes asked mine for desperate confirmation. I nodded without needing to speak my desperate reply. Finally, my breath begged for more.

‘Yeah!’ I breathed as he rocked me faster, he arched his back fully as he fucked me harder, desperate for my pleasure to overcome me.

‘I’m so hard!’ he boasted without stopping. I moaned, agreeing. His hard cock had never felt so good.

‘James--It felts great!’ I panted, sitting forward.

‘Wanna sit on me?’ he asked rhetorically, rolling to his back. He knew that I did. I shifted eagerly into his lap, straddling his wide torso and moving down to his hips, finding his hard penis and bucking desperately. I leant my hands forward onto his muscular chest, and he held my waist with his large hands. I loved reading his face, his eyes loved my expression and watching my chest rise and fall to every move. He reached forward occasionally to touch my chest with his warm hand. We settled into a steady pace and his hips bucked me harder and his voice coughed a tight groan—desperate to come.

‘Jesus!’ he moaned. He lifted me off his lap and lay me on my back, climbing over me once more and entering me hard.

‘Baby—I’m so close!’ he whispered, out of breath. I let him go at his own pace, he sped up to a frantic bucking moan. His body shuddered spontaneously and his hips pushed me hard forward—his orgasm was always profound.

‘Oh God!’ he yelled openly. His voice resonated around the room. My hands cradled his head in delight, his excitement had helped to build my own.

‘Don’t stop!’ I begged, James read the urgent look on my face and continued rolling his hips hard into me. His eyes watched my face as my body paused to shake spectacularly. He made a short laugh, pleased with himself for bringing on my orgasm. He breathed into my neck, kissing me hotly with a wet mouth.

‘I love you, I love you’ he purred. His hips slowly paused and withdrew, his body rolling off me. His hands locked with mine and pulled my nude chest into his. We rolled together in bed and he wrapped his heavy legs around my slim knees. His mouth crept closer to my ear and I expected his hot whispers to begin to entice me again. Instead to my surprise, his lips vibrated and he sang quietly.

If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you.......When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me. Kind woman, I give you my all, Kind woman, nothing more.’ I smiled widely in appreciation, he had never sung to me before.

‘Do you know the song?’ he asked cryptically. I shook my head.

‘It’s not one of mine, but it is one of my favourites’ he smiled. ‘Led Zeppelin, Thank you’ he revealed. I nodded.

‘I’ll play it to you in the morning’ he kissed. ‘Goodnight my darling’ he squeezed me tighter and closed his eyes on the pillow we shared.
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A honeymoon in the Cayman Islands coming up next! :biggrin
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‘Are you sure you don’t want me to come?’ Gio asked James again holding his carry-on bag in his hand. The three of us stood on the tarmac in Santiago, readying to board the plane to the Cayman Islands for our honeymoon.

‘I think we’ll be okay’ James nodded. ‘No one should find out that we’re there—I haven’t told anyone except the pilot and the reservation agent’ James reassured Gio again. Still, his head of security looked annoyed at his client’s rejection. He had known James since the beginning, since he was a badly behaved 18 year old.

‘You call me if you need me, I’ll be on the first plane there. I just want you guys to be undisturbed’ he reminded James.

‘That’s why we’re going to an island--a small one--as quietly as possible’ James joked. He squeezed my hand tightly in his, I was so looking forward to our honeymoon.

‘Okay kids’ Gio sighed. He patted James on the back before we took the steps up inside the private jet. ‘And uh, I’m real happy for you guys—you both deserve each other’ he added. James turned back with a broad smile.

‘Thanks Man!’ he grinned, dropping his shades to his eyes.

After a six hour flight we arrived on little Cayman Island, the least population of the three at a private resort. I had been treated to private resorts before on my previous rendezvous with clients, but never in my life had I seen anything like this before. James had hired us an entire luxury villa that sat on the beach, the crystal blue water lapped only one hundred yards from the deck. The island was completely tropical with tall coconut trees, brightly coloured flowers and heavy humidity. A private butler adjoined the villa assuring us of his availability day and night for our six night stay. We both toured the villa in awe, all five rooms were to be ours for the week—an enormous lounge and kitchen that overlooked the ocean, a library, an enormous marble bathroom, a private massage room, a guest room and our large master bedroom which sat on the second storey above the lounge overlooking the same ocean view with unobstructed sight. The best part seemed to be, that we were relatively alone on the island. Our valet had informed us on the drive in that there was a mere 180 inhabitants on Little Cayman Island. James had sighed in thanks at the news. Peace and privacy were what we both needed the most.

Inside, we both succumbed to the hot afternoon, and we both relaxed to the sound of the ceiling fans and air conditioning whirring in the bedroom. James had fallen asleep first, still fully dressed with his dark sunglasses still resting on his tired face. The last two legs of the tour had really worn him out, he needed this break of total uninterrupted peace. We had not been on holiday together since our trip to Hawaii years ago, when really, it had been for his wedding anniversary with Francesca, and I had been holed up with Ray in the nearby resort, visiting James in secret throughout their stay. We had spent one afternoon together on a yacht and it had been the extent of our freedom at the time, and since then, since we had been a couple at least, we had never holidayed alone together. In fact, it was the first time since Anthony’s birth that I had been apart from him. Now that we had Chelsea too, I had not had a break in almost two years. My Dad had taken the kids back to L.A while James and I enjoyed a honeymoon at long last.

A few long hours later, James woke to find me lying awake beside him, unable to sleep but enjoying the relaxing sound of the ocean outside and the serene rhythm of his heavy sleeping breath.

‘What time is it?’ he asked sleepily. The sun had not yet set, but was setting fast in the sky. Neither of us knew what time zone we were in. James pulled his iphone from his pocket.

‘No signal’ he said, tapping the screen, ‘and my watch is on LA time’ he explained.

‘It doesn’t matter what the time is’ I smiled. He nodded, we were off the grid now, when we slept, ate and woke hardly mattered for the next six days.

‘I’m hungry’ he smiled wickedly, reaching for the room service menu. He rested his hand casually behind his head on the pillow as he read.

‘Crab, lobster, shrimp, calamari, oyster, mussel, scallop….’he listed.

‘I’ll have all of those!’ I grinned.

‘Mmmmm, me too!’ James agreed.

We enjoyed our seafood buffet on the upstairs balcony. Only a small fishing trawler at the pier drew any attention to our private beach at all. Below, a man walked a small dog on a leash along the beach, and three swimmers swam offshore beside a private yacht. The Caymans flag hung proudly from the back of it.

‘So what do you want to do while we’re here?’ James asked. ‘There’s scuba diving, turtle tours, shipwrecks, hiking…’ he trailed off. I just smiled at his suggestions without reply until he quizzed my grinning face.

‘What?’ he asked with a smirk.

‘How about hot sex?’ I teased.

‘Fuck Yes!’ James leaned in to kiss me hungrily, his hand smoothed my bare leg at the same time.

‘How about a walk on the beach soon, Mrs Hetfield?’ he grinned. The sun had set a triumphant orange on the horizon. I quite agreed.

When we returned, two young women, employees of the resort were waiting, standing in long white flowing dresses at the front door of our villa. They welcomed us in with a glass of champagne each and a congratulatory welcome. James took his glass inside, but quickly set it down at the kitchen bench. I did the same.

‘They knew who I was’ he observed as we climbed the stairs to bed.

‘You reckon?’ I asked, he nodded firmly. He lifted his grey t-shirt over his head and looked towards bed.

‘I can always tell when someone knows who I am, they stare even though they’re trying not to, and they usually try to shake my hand or touch my arm or something’ he muttered. I cast my mind’s eye back—both girls had greeted him with a welcoming kiss to the cheek and smoothed his shoulder. I frowned.

‘I don’t think it matters though, do you?’ I asked, the brief encounter seemed to have unnerved him.

‘Who knows’ he revealed with a sigh.
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At 3am James woke, registering that Hannah slept deeply beside him. He sat bolt upright in bed, something was bothering him. He had broken into a cold sweat, a mild panic that rose in his chest. He checked himself mentally. The glass of champagne the waitress had offered him earlier. No, he hadn’t drunk it. It had put it down on the kitchen bench. The bench! He lept out of bed and pulled on his jeans with the thought on his mind, he made a quick secretive pace down the stairs. Maybe it was still there!

He flicked on the kitchen light, and there they were: a pair of them, his and Hannah’s untouched Dom Perignon Champagne flutes sitting together still on the marble bench. They glistened at him in temptation and his hand reached out to the glass on the right that he knew was his. He held it in his hand, the weight of the golden liquid felt so good to him, so familiar even after all these years of sobriety. He lifted the crystal glass to his lips, testing the sweet fermented liquid in his mouth. It stung his senses, it vitalised him, or so he thought. After a short swig, he gulped it down. It quenched the thirst that he had had for so long. And out here, no one would know. He looked at Hannah’s a second glass sitting idle on the bench. She hadn’t drunk hers out of politeness for him. He tried to squash the thoughts in his mind that told him to scull hers too. He paused in thought for a minute, without realising that his leg was jiggling nervously. At the last second, without thinking anymore he took it, gulping it back easily in two long swigs. He panted, clearing his mouth with a refreshing sigh. He filled the glass with water at washed his mouth out, Hannah would know, would taste it on him. But he knew if he washed it down with water, it would be gone by morning. He flicked off the downstairs light and returned to his sleeping wife in bed. She would never have to know.

James and I both slept long into the following morning, wearing off the jet-lag effect of the long flight to get here. At 10:24am James’ waking body rolled into mine in the large lavish super king-sized bed.

‘Good Morning my darling’ be breathed in a sleepy, husky tone. His voice was deep and desperately needed water. He cleared his throat before he continued, his lips explored the smooth nude skin of my collarbone. The night before, we had both fallen straight to sleep instead of being intimate, and now, he wanted what was due.

‘Hannah?’ his voice tested my ear as I rose slowly. I stretched my arms above my head and yawned widely, he had straddled my waking body and dived in again to kiss my warm skin. His lips aimed straight for the pink rosebuds on my chest. I opened my knees for him as he settled over me.

‘Fuck!’ he whispered. The hard head of his penis had found my soft folds and parted me easily with a firm push forward. I moaned as he slid deliciously into me.

‘Yeah!’ he breathed again, his head dipping in pleasure. He held himself over me with strong arms as he bucked harder and faster satisfying his own fast rhythm.

I registered that his lips were dry but sweet. He surfed over me as though his mind were at ease, he seemed invigorated. I loved that we were finally alone together, finally married, finally at rest. It seemed like nothing in our worlds could go wrong.

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Ooooh who's a bad James? :biggrin
Yep! :nanner: :cool
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Yay for more posts! :D

James you better not fall into those bad habits again...
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December 21, 2012, 10:25 pm
Yay for more posts! :D

James you better not fall into those bad habits again...
Indeed, he better not! I've been hinting that he might for a while...

And thank you for your comment, I've been wondering if there was anybody out there! :biggrin
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*flexes fins* Ah, good to be back! :biggrin
Welcome back!

And as usual, there's a BIG twist coming--this honeymoon isn't going to be nearly as relaxing as they hoped for.... (and not only because there's sharks out there!) :lol:
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