Miles of Pleasure

chapter 19




The drive home seemed to take forever, when in reality, it only took ten minutes. Those ten minutes slowly ticked off the clock, the anticipation growing with each second that passed. When their destination was finally reached, there was a mad scramble to get in the house.

As soon as the door to Kaylee's bedroom was shut and locked, her lips met Ashton's in a passionate embrace. Those three little words concocted an aphrodisiac like no other, igniting the fire inside both of them.

Clothes were flying through the air as Ashton guided Kaylee backward, towards the bed. The time that their lips parted from each other to remove their clothing took too long, and each felt the urgency to be connected again.

As Ashton trailed his lips down Kaylee's naked body, it fed fuel to the fire inside Kaylee, until his lips met the juncture between her legs. Never before had she been so accepting of this act; it had always made her shy and uncomfortable. Now she was opening up for the world to see...her world, Ashton.

He worked his tongue like he was a dying man, lapping up the last of the water on earth. Each drop that fell into his mouth was like a gift, pushing him further to get more and more. The greedier he got for it, the louder Kaylee became, until the faucet turned wide open, and pulse after pulse, Ashton got his drink.

He slowly kissed his way back up her body, stopping to pay special attention to the perky mounds that waited for him there. The peaks were so rosy and swollen, he had to give them some relief by licking and nipping at him. When Kaylee couldn't take the sensation anymore, she pulled him back up to her lips and kissed the breath out of him.

"Wow," was all he could say when he came up for air.

"You took the words out of my mouth," she panted. "Now, let's see what kind of pleasure I can bring you." She softly ran her hand up and down his torso, going lower each time, until her hand fell on his straining shaft.

She positioned herself on her knees, between his legs and bent over to kiss the member she was holding. Looking up to see Ashton watching her through heavily-lidded eyes, she changed her course and kissed his pelvis, blowing hot air as she went past his engorged shaft. He moaned in anticipation, hoping that her teasing wouldn't last much longer.

Kaylee felt him hardening in her hand each time she teasingly passed him up for a kiss on another part of his body. When she didn't think it was possible for him to get any harder, she finally stopped her pleasant torture and went for the main attraction. Ashton groaned and twitched in appreciation.

She let her mouth and tongue move freely over Ashton, while her hand added to his pleasure. Before he had time to warn her, he erupted into her hot mouth. She didn't seem surprised at all. He felt like a teenager again, not able to control himself.

Kaylee smiled and wiped off the corner of her mouth, then laid back down next to Ashton. He kissed her with all he had, not even caring about what she just had in her mouth.

She snaked her hand back down, surprised to find that he hadn't deflated at all. She rolled onto her back and with her hands on his hips, rolled him on top of her. She could feel his manhood digging into her hip, and she couldn't wait to feel him inside of her.

"Please, Ashton, I love you. Make love to me," she begged breathlessly.

"I love you too," he whispered, as he positioned himself at her entrance. He moved slightly, barely entering her, but then he stopped. A pained look crossed his face just before he rolled away from her.

"What are you doing, are you okay?" she asked, almost in a panic.

"I can't do this right now," he said through gritted teeth.

Kaylee looked down at his still erect member. "It doesn't look like there's a problem to me," she said, her emotions all over the place.

"Not physically I can't, but I just can't, alright?" Ashton was getting angry. Why wasn't she understanding what he was saying?

"No, not alright. This is the second time you've turned me down. What the hell is wrong with me that you can't make love to me, but yet you never turned down any other girl!" she yelled at him, as she scrambled off the bed, hastily getting dressed.

Ashton sat there on the bed, looking at her in shock.

"Oh, I get it. I'm just not good enough. Well f*ck you! You lost your chance. You'll never touch me again. Now get out of my room!"

She stood looking at him. He didn't move.

"Fine. I'll be the one to go!"

Her words scathed the man sitting at the edge of her bed with his head in his hands. Not even the sound of the door slamming got him to look up. He couldn't look up. The tears in his eyes wouldn't let him.



Kaylee sat in the kitchen wearing a bright pink satin camisole and bright yellow sweat shorts. She hadn't looked at the clothes she was putting on when she got dressed, she just threw on whatever she could find.

She silently stewed, with her only companion being a glass of grape juice and a bottle of vodka. She knew it was only a matter of time before the anger wore off and the hurt moved in. She just hoped she was drunk and numb enough before the tears came.

And that was how Noah found her, somewhere in the middle. Without a word, Kaylee got up and retrieved another glass of grape juice and another bottle of vodka. He took it and put it on the counter.

"I don't even know what I can say to make up for what an ass I've been," he said with a sigh. "But it's over now, and I am sorry."

"I'm sorry too," Kaylee said, her words slurred slightly.

"You are my sister, and I completely turned my back on you." His eyes began to tear up. "You are the one person in the world I should trust above everyone, and I shut you out and didn't listen to a word you said."

She waved her hand in the air as if it didn't matter.

"Don't worry about it. We all make mistakes. I'm still here, and I'm still your sister. That's never going to change. Push me away all you want, you know I'll always be here in the end," she assured him.

"Well, if I ever do something this stupid again, be sure to kick my ass, and never let me forget this little lesson I learned," he asked of his sister.

"You got it," she promised.

"How am I ever going to face the guys?" he asked.

"You'll just have to do it. Of course, they won't be as forgiving as I am, but you'll figure out how to make it right with them," she told him honestly.

"So, do you want to talk about why you're sitting here in the kitchen, all alone, nursing a bottle of vodka in the middle of the night?" Noah asked, making her realize that he wasn't as self-absorbed as he'd been lately.

"Just washing the taste from my mouth," Kaylee replied flippantly.

"I don't think I want to know what that means, but if you want to talk, I'll listen," he offered.

"Thanks, but I've done really well with not crying yet, so I think I'm going to hold off," she paused, not sure if she wanted to say any more. "Let's just say that no matter what you do, sometimes you'll never live up to other people's standards."

"Amen, sister!" Noah said and held his glass up in a toast.

Kaylee clinked her glass against his, and then drained the contents. In the distance, she heard the door to her room slam shut, then a few loud footsteps, and another door slam shut. She knew then that it was all clear for her to go back to her room.

Wanting to be alone, she put down her glass, gave Noah a shaky smile, walked to her room, and allowed the tears to flow.



The next day, Noah called everyone over to the house, band and management alike, to start asking for forgiveness. He knew that he had a long way to go before they would forgive and trust him again, but he was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen.

During the meeting, the absence of his sister didn't go unnoticed, nor did the dark circles under Ashton's eyes. Noah wasn't the only one to notice, but they all knew they had to focus on one problem at a time.

After Noah spoke, the guys shook hands and told him that they were on the road to forgiveness, but they had a lot of work to make up for to get their album out.

Their managers told them they would be back in the studio the next Monday, and to rest up because they would need to work hard to meet their deadlines. Noah couldn't have felt worse after hearing that, knowing that they were all going to have to suffer through long hours of hard work, all because of him.

When all the guys left, Noah sat Ashton down for a talk. "Anything you want to talk about?" he asked.

"First of all, this isn't something that I want to talk to you about, of all people. Second, don't try to play big brother now, after all the shit you've put Kaylee through lately. You know, I can forgive you for what you did to me and the band, but all the crap that you put on her, that's inexcusable."

"I can speak for myself," Kaylee said, walking into the room after hearing Ashton go off on her brother. "Stay out of our business. Besides, what the hell do you care? Do you think that you haven't hurt me either? You have no room to talk after what you did!"

She thought she was ready for the confrontation, but she wasn't. The emotions were too raw, too big for her to deal with. She turned and ran out of the room, refusing to let him see her cry.

Noah and Ashton shared a look, both realizing what they had put her through. "Sorry man. I guess she's right," Ashton apologized.

"Wow, looks like you really f*cked up," Noah said, finally smiling.

"She sure looks at it that way, but I don't," he said, getting out of his chair. He sighed, hating how stubborn women could be.

Outside of Kaylee's bedroom door, he put his hand on the door knob, only to find it locked when he tried to turn it. Annoyed, he raised his hand and pounded on the door. "Come on Kaylee. Let me in so we can talk about this."

"Go away! I don't want to talk to you. Go find one of your groupies, I'm sure you miss f*cking them," she shouted through her sobs.

"F*ck you!" he responded.

Ashton had started to walk away when the door flew open to show a visibly upset Kaylee. "No, you made it quite clear last night that you wouldn't f*ck me," she said.

"Now, you listen. If I was to do anything to you, it wouldn't be f*cking. I would be making love to you. You're better than that, to have someone f*ck you. If you would just listen to what I have to say before you jump to conclusions, then you'd save us both a lot of time and anger," he shouted.

He started to walk away again, stopped, changed his mind, and then seemed to let frustration get the best of him. "Damn you!" he hollered as he headed down the hallway.

Kaylee was stunned and didn't know how to respond. She walked out of the room, wanting to know what he was going to do. She was too late though; he had already gone outside and gotten in his car. By the time she got outside, he was peeling out of the driveway.

"Ashton, wait!"

But he was gone, leaving only car exhaust behind him. Beaten, she hung her head and went back to her room.

For the rest of the afternoon and into the night, every time the front door opened and closed, Kaylee would jump up, looking to find Ashton. Each time would end in disappointment, and she'd go back to her room.

She began to wonder where he was. Had he gone out drinking? Had he found a few groupies and decided to sleep with them? Would he ever let her make up for pushing him away? Would he ever tell her the things that she had refused to hear, but that she wanted to hear now? She felt unworthy of him, and she was so worried.

Finally, at 2:45 in the morning, she heard the front door slam open and a loud voice call for Noah. She knew it was Ashton, and he was obviously drunk. When she got out to the foyer, she found him on his knees. Noah had just gotten there, and all Ashton could say was, "Taxi, no money." He put his hands in the pockets of his jeans, and turned them inside out to show they were empty.

Noah turned to Kaylee. "I'll take care of the taxi. You get him to his room...or your room...wherever."

Kaylee nodded and went over to Ashton. "Come on, can you stand up?" she asked.

"Kaylee...Kaylee, la-la-la-la Kaylee," he sang and slurred. "Love Kaylee." Ashton wobbled a few times, but eventually stood. Kaylee had never seen him so drunk. This was 'clear out the bar' kind of drunk. He put his arms around her neck to keep from falling, and tried to plant a kiss on her lips.

"I don't think so, playboy," she said sharply, and turned her head. His kiss slobbered on her ear. "Come on, let's get you to bed," she told him and walked him to his room.

He collapsed onto the bed and lay there staring at the ceiling with bloodshot eyes. "Kaylee," he said, and then seemed to fall asleep. Or he had just passed out. She wasn't sure which.

Sighing in resignation, she lay down next to him, thinking it was for the best in case he woke up in the middle of the night and needed something. She cuddled against him.

As his arms automatically circled her body and pulled her tightly against him, she let out the deep breath that she had been holding since the night before, and drifted off into a fitful sleep.