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Chapter 80
Standing in front of the full length mirror in the master suite, you slip on your new dress, run your fingers through your hair to smooth it down and examine your reflection from every angle. You really do love it. The shape is flattering and comfortable and the color is gorgeous, but you just aren’t sure about the plunging neckline. It’s not that it looks bad, it’s just different. Your small chest has always made you a bit self-conscious and wearing something that draws attention to it feels strange, rather like you’re trying to pretend to be someone or something you’re not. You tilt your head and frown slightly at the deep narrow V, still unsure.
“Babe, have you seen my… “ Dave stops in mid-sentence upon seeing you as he strides into the room. “Whoa.”
“Your what?” you ask, furrowing your brow.
“Is that what you bought today?” he asks, stepping toward you slowly and motioning at the dress.
“Yep. What do you think? I like it, but I feel strange in it.” Turning back to frown in the mirror again, you glance over your shoulders’ reflection at the still approaching Dave. He takes you by the hand and spins you around like a ballet dancer to face him. Putting both hands on your hips, he takes a small step back to look at you from head to toe.
“You look beautiful.” His voice is soft, deep and slightly lusty. He runs his index, middle and ring fingers delicately across your bare cleavage causing you to shiver a little. You smile and drop your chin. “Actually, better than that. Ali was right. You have to go shopping with her more often.” His fingers move from your chest to your chin and tilts your face up toward his.
“You like it, then?”
He grins. You melt. It never ceases to amaze you how that smile of his makes you melt.
“Alison said it would be perfect for me to wear to one of your fancier parties or events. Which freaks me out a little.”
“Why?”
“It still seems weird to assume I’ll be going to stuff like that with you. I guess in a way, this still doesn’t seem real. I don’t expect you to take me to places like that. I’m content to just wait in the wings for you. I’m not about all that stuff. This isn’t me.”
He laughs and pulls you closer. You swear you can feel his heart beating through his shirt.
“Penny, you’re my girl now. I love you. More than you seem to understand. I will be proud and honored to have you on my arm and show you off anywhere. I don’t care what you wear - shorts and a t-shirt or a fancy dress. But you look incredible in that dress.”
The butterflies in your stomach feel like they are attending a rave as he wraps you in his arms and kisses you.
“Actually,” you whisper with a coy smile, “the main reason I bought it is so that you could take it off.” He raises his eyebrows in mock surprise. “Oh stop!” you giggle. “It’s your fault my mind falls into the gutter so easily. I never used to be an easy little tramp till I met you.” Sliding a hand between you, you grip the erection he’s been pressing against your groin and give it a gentle squeeze. “Filthy fucking rock star.”
“I will take full responsibility for corrupting you. Now. I want to see what that dress looks like draped over that chair,” he growls, his eyes glued to you while motioning to the lounge chaise in the corner with a nod of his head, “and how you look draped all over me.”
His calloused fingers tickle down your side as he lowers the zipper to your waist and carefully slips your arms out of the bodice. He kisses you deeply as it falls to the floor, his lips moving from your mouth to your neck, collarbone and chest before hastily snatching up the dress and placing it carefully over the chair. You smile at this courtesy and wait patiently, lunging at him when he starts back over to you.
Sliding both hands under his shirt, you begin to tug it off and, as he pulls it over his head, you begin unbuckling his belt. Before you know it you’re both naked, horizontal and have become an entangled mess of sheets, flesh and hair. To Dave’s surprise, you push him flat on his back, straddle him and, pressing your breasts against his chest, begin to kiss is neck gently. A quiet sign escapes his parted lips as you slowly rock your hips front to back, feeling the delicious, wet friction between your legs. A couple of extra strategic moves guides him inside you and you sit upright, sinking him as far in as you possibly can. He grabs your hips and thrusts upward while simultaneously pulling you into him. You squeal loudly in both pleasure and surprise and he grins at you again. He laces his fingers with yours.
“I honestly think this gets better every time we do it,” he says, matter-of-fact. “But what happened to that shy, self-conscious girl from before?”
“Which one?” You raise an eyebrow at him and try not to smile. “The one that agreed to spend the night with you fifteen minutes after she met you, the one that spontaneously kissed you in the elevator on the way to soundcheck or the one who fucked you side stage in front of everyone in Zilker Park?”
You wait while he considers this. “Did you like her better?” He cracks another smile.
“I didn’t mean it like that and you know it.” He’s smiling but sounds completely serious. “I just mean you’ve changed a little since we met. In a positive way. You’ve got more confidence. You’re more assertive. I’m proud of you. Plus, it’s very sexy.”
Smiling, you look away, turning your head enough to hide the side of your face behind your hair. You’re flattered but a little embarrassed. Prying your left hand from his right, you delicately run your index finger over the feather tattoo you love so much.
“There’s the girl I fell in love with,” he says with a little laugh. He continues to hold both of your hands, fumbling with your fingers and your grandmother’s ring while watching your face.
Sitting up tall again, you look down into his eyes and begin grinding into him again. “And there’s the girl I’m still falling in love with. Fuck me, are you wet!” He rolls his eyes before closing them, both hands letting yours go and grabbing hold of your breasts. Using your upper thighs for support, you slowly begin riding him again.
“Fuck me hard,” he orders in his usual growl. “Show me how fuckin’ much you want it. Make yourself cum. Let’s break the bed frame this time.”
——–
“Penny,” Alison whispers softly over her glass of red wine. She’s sat directly across the dinner table from you and is quietly trying to get your attention as the conversation you have been having with Pat, Dave and Nate begins to slow. Reaching for your water goblet, you make eye contact with her and take a sip. She cuts her eyes sharply to her left and quickly looks back at you. Casually, you glance in the same direction to find Chris staring directly at you. You hold his gaze for several seconds before looking back at what’s left of the piece of pepperoni and mushroom pizza on your plate. A few moments later, a casual glance to your right at Dave reveals that he is staring directly at Chris. You watch him for an uncomfortable moment and, as you peek briefly at Chris again, Dave’s hand gives your knee a squeeze and you look at him again to find him smiling at you. All of the discomfort disappears.
“How’s your slice, babe?” he asks, leaning over so that you can hear him over the crowded pizzeria noise.
You nod enthusiastically as you chew and he smiles warmly. After another sip of water, you start to ask how his pizza is and notice that he hasn’t touched it or the pint of beer he’d ordered upon arrival.
“What’s wrong?” you ask with a hint of concern.
“I’m just not hungry,” he says, shaking his head and pushing his plate away from him. “I dunno.” He looks at you again, his features soft, loving and a bit sad. “Would you be mad at me if I got out of here?”
“Yeah, we can go,” you say without hesitation as you start to get up. He presses the hand on your knee down gently.
“You don’t have to leave. I don’t mind if you stay and hang out. They’re your friends now too, you know.”
“Dave, honey, what’s wrong?”
“I just wanna get out of here, go back to the room,” he says, shaking his head slightly. “I’m sorry.”
You toss the cloth napkin from your lap onto the table. “I’ll go with you… unless you just don’t want me to. Do you need some alone time?”
“No, I’d love it if you come too. I just don’t want to make you leave if you aren’t ready. Alison’s here and I know how much you love all these guys…” his eyes dart around before landing on you again. You wonder if he is still watching Chris, but you don’t dare look away.
“Ali, we’re heading out,” you say loudly enough to get her attention. You notice that it’s also gotten Chris’ attention. Ali frowns and sets down her wine. “All of today’s excitement has worn him out. We’re gonna turn in early.”
You leave the room to a series of goodnight shouts, step into the chilly evening air and hail a cab. Moments later you are creeping along in traffic in the back seat with Dave’s arm around you. He gives you a gentle squeeze, a kiss on the temple and you smile at the warmth of his embrace and the tickle of his beard on your cheek.
“Thanks for coming with me.” He still sounds tired or maybe even sad. “You really didn’t have to. I wouldn’t have minded if you’d stayed. I’m really glad that you get on so well with everyone. And they really like you too. I told you you’d make some friends.” After a moment he quietly adds, “But I’m really grateful you left with me.”
You slide an arm across his belly, grabbing his side and give him the tightest hug you can muster. You aren’t sure where all of this is coming from or what’s going on, but you don’t ask again. If he wants to talk about it, he’ll do it in his own time.
“I love you,” you murmur into his coat.
“I love you more,” he retorts, his voice deep, warm and dreamy.
The hotel is cozy and welcoming and, while you enjoyed hanging out with the others, it felt good to be out of the noise and cold. Dave collapses silently on the sofa and, after hanging up both of your coats, you fall in next to him. You look at him sideways without saying anything. He seems totally spaced out and you place a hand on his thigh. He picks up your fingers, lacing them with his, lazily tilts his head to the side and gives you a small smile. He looks beautiful, his face soft and framed by his long dark hair. Your stomach does a bit of a flip flop and you carefully slip one leg across his lap and have a seat, looking at him face to face. He pushes a lock of hair behind your ear.
“Penny, can I ask you something?” He sounds worn out, exhausted from such an exciting, full first day on the set.
“Of course, sweetie. Always.”
“Do you promise you’ll tell me the truth, no matter how much you think it’s gonna hurt me, or make me angry?”
Taken aback, your heart sinks a little. Alison was right. The thing between you and Chris is obvious and Dave has picked up on it.
“What we have was built on honesty. I wouldn’t break that trust now.”
“Are you in love with Chris? Are you two seeing each other behind my back? Just tell me if you are. I need to know.”
Not especially wanting to have this conversation in this particular position, you start to get up but he grabs your hips to keep you in your provocative seat.
“Don’t run off. Just please talk to me.” He takes both of your hands in his and looks down into his lap, like he is afraid to look at you.
“I wasn’t leaving, I was just going to change seats,” you promise, relaxing and trying to watch his face. “Chris and I are not seeing each other.”
“Are you in love with him?”
“Chris and I got close in Austin and he’s one of my best friends. I love him, but I don’t know that I am in love with him. I do know, however, that I am very much head over heels stupid crazy in love with you. What makes you ask this all of a sudden?”
He finally looks you in the eye. “You two have just been acting weird. And every time I look at him, he’s staring at you. But I haven’t seen you staring at him, so I wasn’t sure. Is there something I need to know?”
“I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” You are very matter-of-fact in this, surprised that this doesn’t make you as uneasy as you might have expected. You haven’t cheated on Dave, and you’ve made your intentions clear with Chris. There was nothing to hide, so there was nothing to be nervous about.
“I want to know everything that you guys haven’t already told me.”
You attempt to rise again and this time he allows it, his eyes sadly following you to the other side of the coffee table to where you take a new seat on the opposite sofa.
“Okay… I’ll start at the hotel in Austin.”
Chapter 79
“Are you sure about this dress?” you ask Alison worriedly even before making it out of the department store revolving door and onto the street.
“I swear, woman,” she moans under a sigh. “What are we going to do with you? It looked great. Dave won’t be able to keep it in his pants. Same for Chris.”
“What do you mean?” you say way too quickly.
“It’s not exactly a secret,” she replies casually. “It’s pretty obvious what’s going on.”
You stop dead in the middle of the busy sidewalk, clutching the handle of your shopping bag so tightly that it feels as though it’s cutting into your fingers.
“What’s obviously going on?” Your voice waivers, causing you to sound terribly worried and a little angry.
Alison continues walking several steps before she realizes she’s now alone. Turning around slowly, she looks at you apologetically.
“I’m sorry, I guess that sounded pretty accusatory and kind of shitty, didn’t it?”
“Well… no…” you suddenly feel overwhelmed and helpless.
“Sounds like we need to talk about more than dresses.” She scans the street and, spying what she is looking for, beckons with one bag-laden arm to follow. “There’s a Starbucks ahead on the corner. Let’s take a break and chat.”
Sliding into a crumb-filled seat in a booth opposite Alison, you stare at her through the steam wafting from the top of your Venti hot chocolate topped with marshmallows and whipped cream. She cautiously looks back over her chai latte with almond milk and takes a deep breath.
“What do you want to know,” she asks.
“I want to know what you think is going on.”
She hesitates, takes a sip of her latte, and then locks eyes with you.
“I think Chris is in love with you and he wants you to split up with Dave.”
Your mouth drops open in utter shock.
“Hear me out. I apologize if I’m wrong, but have you not noticed the way he looks at you? He can’t keep his eyes off of you. Every time I look at him, he’s dialed in. I know you two got pretty close while you were in Austin and that you stayed with him after Dave and the rest of us flew back to California. I’ve known Shifty a long time. He has feelings for you.”
Eyes shifting to your cup, you take a cautious sip before looking back at Alison.
“It’s complicated,” you confess as she frowns.
“Has he said anything to you?”
“We went for a walk on the beach the other morning to catch up. We hadn’t really spoken since Austin. He told me about Cara leaving, and… and then he confessed that he was ashamed to say that he was hoping things between Dave and I weren’t going well, that maybe he and I could be together. And…” Unable to continue, you take another sip of cocoa and press both lips together, taking a deep breath and staring at the table.
“You don’t have to tell me all this if you don’t want to,” she offers. “But I’m also glad to listen if you do.”
Tears well up in your eyes as you look back across the table at your new friend. It’s funny; you’d known Andrea and Kelly for so many years and didn’t trust either of them any further than you could throw them and yet you trust Alison, whom you’d spent just a few days with, like a sister.
“He told me he is completely in love with me, that he has been since Austin - he danced with me and I cried on his shoulder while I was watching Dave with Rose. I was so hurt and he was so angry at Dave. We kissed in the hall to make my friends jealous and then later he pulled me into a linen closet down the hall and…”
Her eyes grow as big as saucers. “It didn’t go THAT far,” you laugh through the now flowing tears. “I stopped him. I reminded him how much it would hurt Cara. Lot of good that did. But on the beach, he kissed me. And I kissed him back - just for a few seconds - but I kissed him back. He means the world to me, Ali. I am so confused. I think I might be in love with them both.”
Ali heaves a sigh, one hand sliding to the back of her neck and the other cradling her chin as she stares blankly at the floor, trying to think of a solution.
“How the fuck does a nobody like me stumble across Dave fucking Grohl in a hotel lobby and then end up in a love triangle with two members of the Foo Fighters that could potentially break them up and end a friendship 20 years in the making? This is just ridiculous!”
Alison bursts out laughing but quickly covers her mouth with one hand. You follow her lead.
“Am I right? It’s just completely laughable. And yet so real and horribly painful.”
She quickly straightens up and drops one hand to the table. “Does he know you aren’t sure what to do?”
“Yes. And no. I’ve admitted to him that there is something there, but I’ve told him that I am in love with Dave and that I want to stay with him.”
“Dave knows about the closet in Austin.” Alison’s eyes grow huge again. “But that was before we were officially together. He doesn’t know about the kiss on the beach. Obviously. He trusts me. After what Jordyn did to him, I couldn’t bear to let it happen to him again. It would kill him.”
Ali grows silent and, after a moment, serious. “Your secret is safe with me. I can understand your confusion. They’re both amazing men. I know you have zero confidence in yourself, but they’re both right to be smitten with you. You’re pretty amazing yourself.”
You wipe sloppily at your face as new tears begin spilling down your cheeks and splashing on the table. “What am I going to do?!” you blubber helplessly.
“I obviously can’t tell you that.” She sounds sympathetic and at the same time, stern. “You’re going to have to make up your own mind. You’re going to have to follow your gut and your heart. And you’re going to have to come to terms with the fact that no matter what you do, it’s going to hurt everyone in one way or another. I’m not saying that to be a bitch and I’m not saying you’re to blame for any outcome. I just didn’t know if you’d thought about that. No matter what happens, someone is going to get hurt. I’m mentioning this because, while this is not your fault, its the position you’ve been put in. You can’t base your decision on how it will affect others. You have to do what you feel is right rather than what’s easy.” She pauses and frowns at the window before looking back at you. “Does that make sense? Or do I just sound like a jerk? It’s no one’s fault. It just… happened.”
“I feel like I just want to hop a plane back to the island and lock myself away forever.”
“You can’t run away this time, Pen. You can’t. These guys won’t let you.”
You stare miserably back. “Why can’t you just tell me what to do?” you plead, half joking, half serious.
She smiles sympathetically. “I will say this. You can take it for whatever it’s worth, if anything. I’ve known them both for a long time. Dave adores you. You two have been through a lot in the short time since you’ve met - had a lot of ups and downs - and you’re still together. From what I’ve observed, you two have a chemistry that is beyond physical. You guys seem genuinely happy just being together, no matter what you’re doing. He missed you something terrible when he had to leave you in Austin. He wanted you to go home with him so bad, he was in tears on the plane. From the second that bird took off he was scheming on how he could see you again as soon as possible. That’s when he started talking about flying out to North Carolina to surprise you. I’ve never seen him like that before. With anyone. You guys are just so… organic. It’s like you were made for each other. On the other hand - and this is based solely on what you have told me and what I have observed - you and Chris seem to have a serious physical chemistry going on. Kissing in the hall, the linen closet entanglement, the kiss on the beach… do you feel an emotional connection with him like you do with Dave? I know you haven’t spent as much time with Chris, but do you feel that connection at all? You don’t have to answer me, it’s just something else to consider.”
Taking a gulp of your cooling hot chocolate and mushing a couple of mini-marshmallows around with your tongue, you slowly begin to process some of what Alison’s just presented.
“That’s a lot more to think about. I mean, it’s something I haven’t really thought about before. It’s helpful. Thank you.” You wipe your eyes once more and look at her gratefully. “I still have tons to think about, though.”
“You absolutely do. But if you need an ear to bend, or if there is anything I can do to help, will you let me know? We haven’t been friends long, but I consider you one of my best. I love you and I’d do anything for you.” She gives you her beautiful winning smile and you can’t help but smile back, grateful to and for such a gracious friend.
—–
While finishing your coffee and cocoa, Dave texts to let you know that filming is complete for the morning and that it is safe for you and Alison to return to the hotel suite whenever you get ready. A shivering Pat is having a cigarette outside, and at the sight of you, abandons his smoke, relieves Alison of some of her shopping bags and accompanies you upstairs. He cautiously opens the door and the three of you file quietly inside. Dave had said that he’d finished filming, but the remaining band and crew members were softly talking and milling around, so you all three carried on as such.
You catch sight of Dave, Bonnie Raitt, Buddy Guy and Butch Vig standing in the next room talking and Dave smiles and excuses himself when he sees you. Swiftly he steps around the group, gives you a huge grin and mouths “oh my god” enthusiastically while discreetly pointing over his shoulder at the group. You can’t help but giggle.
“Are you that excited to meet Butch?” you tease as he gives you a quick kiss.
“Ha. Ha. Buddy is fucking amazing. Bonnie is too, but Buddy… god, that was incredible.” He looks so excited and happy. It’s infectious. “You guys have fun? Any luck shopping?”
“I bought a little something you might like,” you say coyly. “Well, Alison said you’d like it. Let’s hope she’s right.”
“She looks gorgeous in it,” Ali comments from the sofa where she’s landed with Pat and Taylor, “but you can’t tell her that. She’d have bought nothing if I hadn’t been there.”
Dave gives you a small, knowing smile and shakes his head slightly. “Do I get to see later?”
“It’s your money,” you tease, making him roll his eyes and grin.
“Hey, do you guys want to meet…? “ he points excitedly into the other room where Butch, Buddy and Bonnie are having an animated conversation.
Ali lets out a hushed but sarcastic “DUH!” as she and Taylor hop up to join you and Dave for introductions.
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