chapter fourteen

She’s still not talking to me. I’ve tried everything, but she just keeps shutting me out. I’m taking her out to dinner tonight, so hopefully that will calm the storm. Summer is looking a little thinner and it worries me because she’s already thin, but if I’m the reason for the weight loss, I need to get through to her so she can get her appetite back. I’m on my way to the recording studio now, which will just add to my headache because Jenna will be there.

I go into the studio and wait for Timbaland in the seating area. The door opens and Jenna comes in, “Hey Jay.”

Fuck.

I barely look at her, so she pulls a chair out and sits directly in front of me. Talk about subtle

“I heard you had a little problem in a bar recently.”

And the hits just keep on coming.

“It wasn’t a problem,” I growl, “I had a little too much to drink, that’s all.”

Jenna giggles, “You never could handle hard liquor well.”

“Thanks Jen.”

Jenna walks around me and puts her hands on my shoulder, pressing herself into my back, grinding into me. She whispers in my ear, “Maybe you need to occupy your time better. Take a dip in different waters.”

Timbaland opens the door and Jenna backs away from me quickly, leaning up against the counter and smiling like Bitch she is.

“A’ight Justin, let’s lay down some more of the track.”

I get up as Timbaland gets behind the microphone in the recording room. Jenna stands next to me and consistently through the recording process grabs my ass. She’s lucky I don’t kick hers.

Unfortunately for me, my little friend down there has been deprived of Summer for a while now and any affection down there at all sends my blood rushing. Great, now I have a hard on to add to the pain of the headache. I’m going to kill Jenna.

I see her eye my crotch and smile. Timbaland comes out and listens to his work on the track while I do my best to keep my lower half covered by standing behind a chair.

“Fuck, that’s a hit if I ever heard one.” laughs Timbaland.

“Good, glad to hear it.” I say, trying to focus my attention on him instead of my throbbing dick.

“I’ll see you soon man. The Grammy’s will be here before you know it and you know you’ll be nominated.”

“I’ll see you soon man.” I say with a wave, not moving from my position.

Timbaland walks out the door and Jenna twirls a piece of hair around her finger.

“I guess I still have an effect on you.”

She smiles and I have the urge to drive her off a cliff.

“Bite me Jen.”

She walks over to me, “How about I suck you?”

I sneer at her, “Not a chance.” and walk out, leaving her to fume.

I made my way out of there and hopped in my car going at least twenty miles over the speed limit until I got home. I stumble into the hotel room and lay down on the bed as I unzip my pants and stroke myself. I’m so hard I swear I could break glass. I pant Summer’s name and my strokes become longer and harder.

All of a sudden I notice a figure in the door. I jump, but the person comes all the way into the bedroom so I can see their face fully. It’s Summer. She walks over to the bed and spreads my legs as she puts her hands on my penis and begins to stroke it. Her hands feel so good I forget the embarrassment of being caught with my pants down and lay back down, letting her name roll off my lips. She puts a little pressure into her pumps and I’m soon fully erect. The fondling of my balls cause my dick to pump in and out of her hands. Summer brings her head down a little and kisses the head of my penis, letting her tongue tease the tip of it. Then she puts me entirely in her mouth.

I scrape the back of her throat and nearly die of ecstasy. I tangle my hands in her hair and try to keep from thrusting my hips too far up. Summer squeezes my balls and sucks me like a lollipop. I grunt as I come closer to the edge and she sucks harder. I can’t hold back anymore and finally get my release.

I lay there panting on the bed as Sum cleans herself up. I’m just able to grab her hand and tug on it a little, “Baby, come on up here and I’ll take care of you.”

Summer shakes her head, “No thanks.”

I frown and pull her a little harder to me, “I’ll give you an orgasm. Bring that beautiful body over here.”

She pulls back further, “No, I don’t want one.”

My dick goes limp and she hops off the bed and goes into the bathroom. She must still be upset about the bar incident. How I miss her body underneath mine.

“Sum, we’re still going to dinner, right?”

Summer comes out of the bathroom, “I’m really tired. Do you think we could order in?”

I feel my heart break a little as she lays back down on the bed, “You want to talk about what happened at the bar?”

Summer stares at the carpet, “No, I’m just tired.”

I look over and see familiar hand writing on a piece of paper, “My doctor was here?”

Summer nods, “She was taking my last blood sample needed for the remaining thyroid medication. Doctors need to keep taking blood to adjust the medication according.”

I move over to her body, rubbing her arm, “We can order in, what would you like?”

“A chicken salad would be great.”

“Alright.”

I leave the room and shut the door behind me. The phone is on the coffee table so I pick it up and call for the food. I don’t know if she’s still mad at me for the bar, which wouldn’t surprise me, or if she’s mad about something else. And if she is, about what? Why in the world would she get me off, but not want a release herself? My head starts to hurt when I hear a knock at the door. I open it to find Stephanie with our food.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” I ask.

“I was looking for Trace and was going to your room when I noticed a guy standing outside your door with food, and I told him I’d give it to you. He let me after I showed him the pass so he didn’t think I’d put anything in your food or something.”

“Thanks for the food, but Trace isn’t here.” I say quietly.

Stephanie frowns, “What’s the matter?”

I put my face in my hands and sigh into them, sitting on the couch, “It’s Summer. She’s upset with me about the whole drinking thing but refuses to talk about it.”

Stephanie sits next to me and puts her hand on my back, “I’m sure she’ll forgive you. You made a mistake and in time she’ll see that. Summer was probably just put off by the pictures in the newspaper and all the press.”

“The press got pictures?” I feel my stomach turn as she says this.

“You didn’t see them?”

“No, do I want to?”

Stephanie hesitantly opens her purse and pulls out US Weekly. On the cover it has Summer crying and what looks like me yelling at her while she drives. The headlines reads “Timberlake explodes at girlfriend after drinking too much. She’s packed and ready to leave.”

“Fuck.” Is all I manage to say.

Stephanie bites her lip, “Sometimes it’s just hard to handle all the press.”

I nod, taking a look inside at the pictures. Summer looks awful, just sitting in the car crying as Tony gets me in. Damn.

“Well I have to keep looking for Trace. I hope things go better for you.”

“Thanks Steph.” I say to her as she opens the door to go.

She smiles, “No problem.”

I take the magazine and put a lighter to it, throwing it into the fireplace, watching it burn. The pictures in there of her are awful. No wonder I’ve had to do so many phone interviews. Craig never said anything about pictures though, which is unusual because he normally shows me everything. But he seems to have a weak spot for Summer. Like me.

I open the food and put her salad on a plate and my grinder on one as well. I carry it to the bedroom door and open it. Summer’s asleep on the bed, curled up with Layla and Lucky.

I put the food down and go over to her, pushing the hair from her face and kissing her forehead. She wakes up and sits up, “What’s up?”

I hand her the food and sit next to her as we eat together. I keep looking at her, but whether she’s ignoring me or just doesn’t notice, I’m getting no reaction. I move a piece of her hair behind her ear and she finally looks at me.

“Please tell me what I can do to make this better.”

Summer looks at me, “Nothings wrong.”

“Liar.”

Summer finally puts her fork down, “I think that we should keep this thing totally professional.”

I feel like she took a knife and stabbed me.

“What are you talking about? I thought we were… close.”

“After everything I’ve been through, the last thing I need is another roller coaster ride.”

I put my head back against the pillow, “What if I don’t want it to be just professional?”

“Neither of us would know where to start.”

I take the plate from her and pull her towards me and kiss her lips slowly and sensually. I pull on of her legs around my waist and lie there with her, pulling away from our kiss, “How about we start there?”

“I don’t know how to be a girlfriend.” She whispers.

“Just do what feels natural.” I whisper back.

“I need to know you’ll never do that again. Do you have any idea how many guys I had to do who were drunk? The pain you could have caused while intoxicated is unbelievable. One of my best friends was raped and killed when a alcoholic had something to drink.”

I feel her relax as I spoon her body, “Never again will I drink like that, I promise.”

“I want a home.” She says as tears start to run down her face as she tried to hide them.

“What?” I’m totally lost.

“That’s what’s really bothering me. I want to have a home to go to. At least at my crummy apartment it was mine, but now, I don’t have anything. I know it’s stupid, but I’m feeling extra girly and I want to know I have somewhere to go”

I’ve never known what it’s like not to have a place to go home to.

“You always have a home with me.”

She rolls her eyes, “Until the next girl.”

“I mean it. You are always welcome at my home. Besides, I think we are pretty compatible to live together. After the tour, you should live with me.”

“As what, A maid? I don’t think Craig would pay for that.” Summer says with sarcasm.

“No, you shouldn’t work anymore. I want you as my girlfriend.” There. I finally said it.

“Your girlfriend?”

I nod, looking for her reaction.

“You don’t want me as your girlfriend.” Summer says with a sad tone.

“Yes I do. I need you. I’m too involved in your life now to just walk away.”

“You really want to do this?” I hear hesitation in her voice.

I kiss her again, “Oh yeah.”

Summer finally smiles in what seems like decades and curls up into my chest.

“Is there a certain kind of music you like during moments like this?” I say, half smiling, half in amazement.

“I like the sax for more romantic moments.”

“I think I have just the thing. If you tell anyone I have this, I’ll have to lock you in the bedroom from now on.”

I put a cd on and the music starts to play.

“I love this song.” Summer says as Kenny G’s “silhouette” starts to play.

I curl back up with her in bed and just hold her all night.

Can you hear me God? Thank you. Thank you.

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