The Gods of Rock 'n' Roll

Cruisin': Phillip

Chapter Thirteen

The song ended and they fell into more songs from the seventies, including some of his later hits. Phillip held his breath, waiting for her reaction. Just like before, she announced they were taking a break, and she sat her guitar on the stand. She gave him a shy smile before scurrying off the stage towards the back restrooms. No way was he letting her get away this time.

"Hey," he called out, slamming his hand against the door to the ladies' room before it swung shut in his face again.

He stormed into the room and pressed her up against the counter. Her eyes widened and the smile on her face started to slip.

"I'm sorry, but you can't just sing 'Cruisin'' with me and then run away! I've been waiting—"

Allison grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him in for a scalding kiss.

He leaned into her, effectively moving her into a seated position on the counter. Her legs came up to wrap around his waist and she moaned against his mouth as she pulled at his hair. There was no hesitation this time, no more questions, no more worry. He tore his lips from hers only to attack her neck with a growl. He couldn't hold back all of the desire he had for this woman. He'd waited until he was fully healed to come for her, and he wasn't leaving until he knew where he stood.

Apparently where he stood wasn't close enough because she lowered her hands to his ass and pulled his hips against her, grinding their pelvises together erotically. Things were quickly moving toward consummation when a group of women stumbled into the restroom.

"Oh! My! God! You two...Wow!"

Allison hid her face against his chest and giggled. Phillip wasn't going to let a little interruption keep him from claiming his soulmate. He scooped Allison up by her hips, keeping her legs wrapped around his waist and he approached the door with Allison pressed against him tightly.

"If you'll excuse us, we've got some cruisin' to do."

The women parted, all very affected by the sight of Phillip carrying Allison down the hall and out the backdoor. Their feminine sighs made Phillip even more determined.

"Just where are you taking me?" she asked with humor in her voice.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Jonas shouted as he rushed out of the bar behind them. Phillip turned to face him, still holding Allison in the same position.

"I've come to claim what's mine, Jonas. I've waited long enough. If you aren't happy—"

"No, I...but the band...and Allison...I—"

"I love you, Uncle Jonas. I'll call you," she said, giggling once more. She sighed as she pressed her cheek against Phillip's. She whispered against his earlobe, "Take me away from here. Take me home."

Phillip tried to convey to Jonas with his glance that he would from here on out be taking care of Allison, and then he turned to disappear into the darkness of the parking lot.

Allison held on tighter to Phillip. "Where are we going?" she asked.

"Does it matter?"

"No. As long as it doesn't take too long to get there."

Phillip chuckled to himself. He may not have been a god any longer, but Elvis had taken care of him, giving him everything he'd need to start a new life with his muse.

He carried Allison over to his new wheels, E's gold 1965 Cadillac El Dorado. He lifted her over the door to the passenger side and set her down on the front seat. She looked around at all the white leather, running her hands over the seats and rubbing her thighs together. Phillip could barely contain himself. The lust that had overtaken him as they sang together still thrummed through his veins, urging him to find a quiet place where he could finally join with her in song and in the most intimate of ways.

Phillip climbed in behind the wheel and started the car. He carefully backed out of his spot, trying not to peel out as they sped away from the bar parking lot. Allison threw her head back and laughed, her arms raised in triumph as the breeze blew through her hair. He drove off towards the outskirts of town into an area that was lit only by the huge Harvest moon that hung low in the sky.

He pulled off the road and they drove over dirt and bumpy rocks for several hundred feet until Phillip was sure they wouldn't be disturbed. He killed the engine and turned to face his muse. His heart. She was grinning excitedly. The speech function in his brain failed. She was so beautiful under the moonlight. His mind ran through everything that had happened up to this point. He swallowed hard and took a breath.

"I planned on saying many things to you tonight. I wanted to ask for your forgiveness, to ask you to please consider...but looking at you right now, your skin illuminated just so. You smell so damn good. I don't want to say anything, I just—"

"Show me," she said in a husky voice.

Something snapped in him when she pulled her dress up over her head and tossed it in the backseat. He was on her in a minute, kissing and sucking every inch of flesh bared to him. She kicked her booted legs up onto the dash and the seatback, giving him access to every part of her beautiful body. Somehow she managed to yank his shirt off and had his pants undone before he could even ask for permission. In one graceful move, she pushed him back and straddled his lap, teasing the tip of his cock with her most private flesh.

"Allison—"

"I don't want to be without you one more second, Phillip. I never wanted to be away from you. I've hated every minute I wasn't by your side. Please tell me this is what you intended to happen when you showed up at the bar tonight."

Phillip smiled. "No."

Her smile fell and she started to pull back. Phillip halted her escape, gripping her hips.

"No?"

He laughed. "No, precious. I had intended to take you back to my house and make love to you all proper-like in a bed and shit. This is so much better than that plan."

Allison threw her head back with a laugh as Phillip guided her hips down and sheathed himself in her wet heat. She gasped and held on to him so tight. He fought to get his breathing under control as he stared up at her in wonder.

Their joining could only be described as spiritual. Their bodies sang a love song so pure and sacred, their hearts beat together in a unified rhythm. They were both helpless against the passion that flowed between them, bringing their bodies together in such a deeply intimate way that they would forever be joined.

This mating was more permanent than a marriage, more holy than a blessed union. It was two parts of a whole finding each other and committing to remain locked in an embrace for time eternal. The heavens accepted their love song offering and blessed them with the golden light of the harvest moon to guide them.

"You are my muse, Allison. Be my everything."

"You are my heart, Phillip. Forever."