Chapter 51: Rock Stars Get Busted By Their Moms

Author's Note: Whew! We made it through! Let me tell you, it's not easy writing sex scenes! I kind of freak out when I hit the publish button!

So....first times are sweet and all, but it wouldn't be Trace 'n Kat if Trace didn't find some way to outrageous way to tease his girl, would it? Don't worry, Karma comes for him in the form of his mother...

No dedication, because I think it's weird to dedicate the sexy/uncomfortable chapters. Of which this is still one, because well, now we are in the AFTERMATH!!! Oh and the song above...I feel like Trace would write this song for Kat, if Third Eye Blind hadn't already written it. I know it's really old, but Soundcrush IS Alt-Rock Revival--bringing the nineties back, you know...plus I kind of see Trace and Kat playin' in LA like the couples in this video...

Trace

I could stay here forever in the bed, watching Kat sleep. I've had her twice this afternoon, and she's worn out. I wouldn't have done it the second time, but she wanted it again, and once she started running her dirty mouth—telling me her favorite part was coming around my cock and that she needed to feel that again— I couldn't help myself.

Yeah, the second round was fantastic-sweaty and hotter than the first—but nothing has ever been or ever will be like that first time ever again.

She blew me away. Her trust, her surrender, her tolerance for discomfort, her need for me, her love.

I have never felt anything so shattering. I was like I was breaking to pieces with her every wince of pain and being remade by the way she kept pulling me closer and closer, like I could never be deep enough inside her. It was beyond amazing. I never want to hurt her again like that during lovemaking but at the same time, the Neanderthal in me is so fucking proud to have been the guy to bring her through it—to watch her desire and love crest her pain. And we did it natural, skin to skin, like it can only be when two people are committed to each other. It was so much more than her body that I was feeling.

It wasn't just skin to skin. It was soul to soul.

The whole experience was...it, for me. She's mine now, and I'm hers. From now on, I'm going to do my damnedest to love her right.

I check my phone. I need to wake her, and make sure she has plenty of time to take care of herself before we have to go to Matt's. I honestly didn't think she would tear or bleed or anything like that. I had no experience with virgins, but I kind of thought that was a low percentage thing, or maybe what happened if the guy was a douche and didn't take time and go easy. But Kat was more than ready, and I was as gentle as I could possibly be the first time and still... I lift the covers and shine my phone flashlight between us. Yeah, the bed is a kind of a red-tinged mess. And Kat's thighs are streaked with pink. God, maybe she is right—maybe I am kind of a freak, but seeing her painted in me and her...it's fucking hot. I shut off the desire by getting out of bed. No way can we go a third time right now.

I run a bath for her, and hop in the shower. By the time I'm done, all the water noise has woken Kat, and she's standing naked in the bathroom, leaning over the vanity staring closely at her face in the mirror. I step out of the shower and press against her back, because I can see gooseflesh rising on her arms. She sighs into my warmth.

"Hey Beautiful," I murmur. "I know what you're doing. You don't look any different. No one will know you are a woman of the world now," I whisper in her ear. "But how do you feel?"

She stares at us naked in the mirror. I put one arm over her tits and one angling down in front of her sex. It actually makes a sweet image, me shielding her nakedness with my arms wrapped around her, both of us completely fuck drunk.

My lovely Eve. I'll be her Adam, her savior, her devil. I will be her everything, if she'll let me.

I have the briefest thought that the way we are now would make a great album cover but there's no way I would ever want Kat exposed to the world, like that. Hell, I wouldn't even want the photographer to see her.

Yeah, I know, that's the Neanderthal talking. Sue me, I don't give a fuck. I took that V-card and stamped it property of Trace Gallant, alright?

Damn--I sound like a bigger dick than Dickwad. That shit sneaks up on you. I've gotta beat my Neanderthal back into his cave. I know that possessive shit is the quickest way to ruin a relationship. I see it every day. Adam is driving him and Mac into the ground, trying to own her. But I feel so connected and so protective of Kat right now, it's hard not to want to her to be mine and only mine for ever.

She smiles, wiggles against me and meets my gaze in the mirror. "I thought I loved you before, but now..." she gets a totally dreamy look on her face, "it feels... almost devastating, how much I feel for you."

I meet her eyes in the mirror. "No devastation. I love you crazy, but it's all good."

"You should put that in a song," She looks down, like the weight of my loving stare is too intense. I let out a slow breath. It is too intense. I'm too intense right now. I have to remind myself I'm just a guy in love with a girl, not the master of her universe. I need to lighten up.

That's when she sees the streaks on her legs. Her hands go at once to a hanging towel. "Oh god, I'm a mess," she laughs nervously. "I don't want you to see me like this—all gross and...leaking..."

I hold her tight, watching her trying to futily wipe away the dried products of our lovemaking. "Here." I wet the towel in the sink and wipe her down gently. She's blushing furiously now. "Kat, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. Lovers share their histories and fluids and shit, remember?"

"There was no mention of fluids, when you made that statement before." she retorts dryly, trying to take the towel from me.

I grin. "Yeah, well you were a virgin then. I didn't want to scare you with talk of blood and cum." I try to finish toweling her down, and she snatches the towel in irritation, but she's laughing at me now.

"Oh my god, freak, stop. Shut up, or I'm never having sex with you again," she threatens, but the love-drunk grin she has tells me the truth. She's a fiend for me.

"Yeah, right. I remember you asking for seconds, not an hour ago," I wink at her. I fiddle with the bathtub, adjusting the temperature. It's huge, it takes forever to fill, but it's nearly ready.

"Ok, you got me. Right now I feel like I'll never get enough of you. Of us, " she says softly.

I give her my most dazzling rock star smile. "I'm very glad to hear that. Since you're being so sweet, I'll stop talking about our fluids."

"Thank god," she murmurs.

"Let's talk about flesh instead," I say, holding up a hand against her groan of protest. "No, I'm serious. How do you feel down there? Are you sore?"

"Not much."

"You sure?" I say softly, "Baby, you're tight, and I'm big, and it was real. If you're hurting, I can get a doctor to come check you out. Maybe get you...some pain cream or something?" I shrug.

She laughs. "Pain cream? Is that a thing?"

"I don't know," I laugh, "I'm new to aftercare for the newly deflowered. But I wanna make sure you're okay."

"Really, Trace, it's okay. I'm a little sore, but I'll be fine," she smiles. "Vaginas are resilient. Babies come out of those things, you know," she winks.

Ah. She's tryna fuck with me, because I'm embarrassing her, trying to take care of her post-deflowering stuff. Fine. I'm down to play her games.

"I sex you one time and you are already hintin' for babies," I say smugly. "That's what I'm talking about, see? I got them rock star bullets." I sling a gesture down to my assets. "One hit and you're hostage."

She throws her hand on her hip and looks me up and down with fuck- me eyes. It makes my cock start to harden again. "You right. I'm hooked on your sauce, baby."

I puff up and throw my arms out. "Shit, I know."

Then she smiles sweetly "But has it occurred to you...really it's that del Marco flavor I'm jonesing for?"

Ha. She's good. But I'm better.

I solemnize my face and tsk at her. "Look, I hate to break it to you, Kat, but Matt's hard-core faithful to Marianne. You're just gonna have to shut down that fantasy of bedding father and son rock stars."

It's a beautiful site, to see Kat naked and outplayed. She stamps her foot. "Oh my god! You are such a freak and a stupid-head! That is so gross!" she shrieks.

I raise my hands in victory. "And the round goes to the rock star!"

Then she regroups and snaps dangerously close to the goods with her towel. I grab it, pulling her to me, wrapping the towel around her back.

"Christ, watch it woman! You won't ever get those babies if you take my balls off."

"Okay, stop talking about babies, for real."

"You started it," I remind her.

"I know, but now it's freaking me out," she whispers. She's really done playing now. Her eyes look a little worried.

I press my thumb against the little implant in her arm. "It would have to be a freaking act of god for you to get pregnant on that kind of birth control," I assure her. "We're perfectly safe. Even with my rock star bullets," I wink.

She pushes me and rolls her eyes, but then she cocks her head, and gives me a curious assessment. "So was going bare all you thought it would be?"

I take her head in my hands, "You and me, the best I've ever had, period. The whole experience was...powerful. So fucking powerful. I could feel you in every way." I put my hand over her heart,  and it meant so much to me."

She smiles dreamily. "Oh good, I was thinking it was only me, because I don't have anything to compare it to."

"No." I shake my head firmly. "It's just that good between us."

She stretches her arms up around my neck and sighs as she leans her head on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her and squish her too me. She makes an oof sound but then she sighs in satisfaction again, and we just sway slightly, together. It feels completely normal to hold her, stark naked in the middle of my bathroom. Clothes seem like a ridiculous invention to me right now. Why would I ever want them again? Yeah, me and Kat, naked forever. Fucking heaven, that's what would that would be.

After a long moment, I kiss the top of her precious head. "Your bath is getting cold, baby."

"I can't believe you drew me a bath," she teases. "If I had known a little sex would make you my personal servant, I would have fucked you a lot sooner."

I smack her left ass cheek gently. "Shut your smart mouth and get your ass in that tub before I throw you in there."

"There's my rock star," she beams. "Thought he drowned in his own sap for a minute."

"Imma drown you," I warn, grabbing her by her thighs and trying to lift her so I can put her in the tub. She winces and presses her lips thin and I know she's alot more sore than she's letting on. I ease her gently back down. "That's why you need to soak, baby. Bath. Now."

The bath is pretty tall, and I see her moving slowly as she climbs over into it. Christ, it's amazing how tender I feel for her right now. Every little twitch on her face as she settles into the water makes me feel like an asshole for pounding her the second time. Okay, it wasn't a real pounding, I was gentle, but for a newly-sexed vagina, it was probably too much. She kept grabbing my ass and telling me I could go faster and harder though...so I tried to give her a little taste of what she wanted without hurting her...

I smile, turning away from her. Damn, I feel like I hit the jackpot. I knew it was going to perfect between us. I knew it from that first kiss, three years ago. I had never felt anything like that, and I sure as hell have never felt anything like this.

Does everyone in love think theirs is epic? Or are we really lovers for the ages?

I go to retrieve Kat's luggage from the foyer and walk by Riley in the solarium we use as an office.

"Riley, Jesus!" I skid to a stop. "I didn't know you were here! Kat's here," I warn him.

"Mmmmm. Obviously," behind his glasses, his eyes flit for the briefest instance to my nakedness, before he returns to typing. "You look well-used. Fucking rock star. You ruined my pool. Nobody took a date inside three weeks."

It takes me a minute. " Are you saying you created a betting pool for when Kat would forgive me?"

"Yeah. My money was on July 4th weekend."

I shake a finger at him. "Yeah! That's exactly what I was planning, dude. Romantic beach house thing. Good job. You really know how I think."

"Mmmm," Riley picks up his phone. "pool busted period apparently Kat's the forgiving type period" he dictates speech-to-text.

An alert comes back. Riley laughs in his clipped British way. "Leed says he wants proof." Riley looks at me speculatively. I slide out of the doorway. "Riley, I will fucking fire you if you send Leed a picture of my post-sex naked ass right now.""

"Right, you don't mind me sending the clip I just recorded of you saying that?" He presses send before I can protest.

Immediately, the alerts start coming in. He laughs.

"What?" I squint.

"Mac says, Damn Trace's dick. Kat didn't stand a chance. Dawes says Trace needs to put that dick in his pants and get his ass back on tour. Bodie says Players play. Adams just says I win, I was the closest. Mac says You don't win, Adam your block is a week and a half out. Adams says, I win, Shortcake, I always win. Mac just left the thread. Andy says Fucking rock stars always win. Leed's PA wants to know what happens to the money we all kicked in, since no one won. Marcy just gives a thumbs up. Leed says HellKat gave no hell. Cancel her nickname.

I nod in agreement. "Everyone hitting their cue, I see. Hey, just between me and you...what day did Leed pick?"

"New Year's. Went with the whole...anniversary of your first kiss thing. Romantic fucker."

"Naw, he's just a fucker. Wanted to see me suffer for a long time."

"Gallant, go put some goddamn clothes on," Riley says dryly. "I don't want to hear you complain about Leed, or watch your prick harden while you do it."

I grin, "Fuck you," I roll the suitcase down the hall.

"Realtor showing the house tonight," Riley calls. "That's why I'm here, to tidy up."

"Thank god it was you and not...Christ! Mom!" my voice goes totally first tenor as I jerk Kat's suitcase in front of me. My mother bounds up the basement stairs, carrying a duster. Her bobbed, wavy auburn hair is swinging as she looks up at me, registering a little surprise at my nakedness but then shrugging.

"Hey, Honey," she says attempting to hug me.

"Mom, I'm naked," I hiss as a I step away, brandishing the suitcase between us.

"Yeah, you came out that way," she laughs, and bops me on the head with the duster. My mom has really gotten her youth back, in the last couple of years. She was young when she had me, and she's always been a good-looking woman, but now—hardly anyone would guess she is my mother. She looks more like my sister, in her skinny jeans and tank top, with her LA tan and natural sinewy beauty, and her bright white smile. "Trace, we are going to have to get a new cleaning service. The one you have just completely ignores the basement, no matter how many times I remind them. Your studio is disgusting."

"That's because I tell them NOT to go down there. Mom, tell me you didn't mess with the control boards, I have it set just like I want it..." I whine.

"Trace," Kat pops out of the bedroom—wearing a towel, and stops short, her eyes going wide at seeing my mom.

"Oh, Mrs. Gall—" she stops unsure if my mom kept her married name.

"Yes, it's still, Gallant, but just call me Gina, okay?" My mom tries her best not to look Kat up and down in her towel. "How are you Katheryn?" My mom and I had a long talk on my drive from Nashville to Atlanta. She's up to speed on everything. I guess she's not shocked to see Kat here, but she's not exactly used to seeing me with a girl—like this—either. Still, my mom's pretty cool.  Actually, she's way cool. I mean, she did attract the attention of a legendary rock star--so much so that he remembered her, nearly twenty five years later.

Right now, my way cool mom is giving Kat her best, "Been there, bought the T-shirt" look of sympathy.

"I'm..." Kat's mouth twerks slightly and she looks at me. I absolutely adore the loved-up expression I see in her eyes as she looks at me for a little help, but I'm feeling exposed here, and misery loves company. I need Kat in the shit with me, like we've always been when it comes to parents. I raise my eyebrows at her.

"Well, we've had an interesting afternoon, haven't we, Kat? Why don't you tell my mom about it?" I'm sure she'll perpetrate some cover up about showering after building houses for the homeless or something. She was always quick with a get-out-of-trouble lie.

Realizing I'm trying to pull her down in muck of mom-shame with me, Kat scowls at me slightly. Her evil bubbles to the surface. She goes all orphan kitten on my mom, her eyes rounding and her lip trembling slightly.

"I'm good, thanks. But I guess it's pretty obvious what we've been doing this afternoon, and Trace is embarrassing me," she murmurs, hitching her towel uncomfortably for show.  And blushing. Christ, maybe she does belong in LA. She's deserves an Oscar for this innocent/throwing me under the bus act.

My mom scowls at me. "You're right, Sweetie. Trace, surely I taught you more respect than that. It's very rude, teasing Kat like that. Gentleman don't call out their..."

"Girlfriends," I supply. "She's my girlfriend. Yes, Mom, Kat is my girlfriend and yes, we were having sex, but we are consenting adults and it was a good thing, not a bad thing, and Kat knows it. She's not really embarrassed." I glare at her. "And anyway it was her idea," I smirk at Kat. "She jumped me."

Kat puts her hands over her face. In reality, she's hiding the smile and stopping the laughter, but I'm sure it looks to my mom like she's covering her face in horror.

"Trace Gallant, you do not treat your girlfriend like this! You are in so much trouble!" my mother nags.  She pats Kat gently on the shoulder. "He's a tool, Honey. Don't worry. Go get dressed and I'll straighten him out."

Kat giggles and shoots me a tiny look of triumph. She jerks her suitcase with her.

"Hey!" I yell, my hands going to cover my self. The bedroom door opens again, and Kat's balled up towel comes flying through it, hitting me appropriately, just where I need it.

My mother is still scowling at me. "I can't believe you, Trace. Really. Did you honestly think that's funny? The poor girl was nearly in tears, she was so embarrassed."

"Mom, c'mon, Kat was totally fine. she was playing you—" I start to protest, but she cuts me off, shoving her feather duster in my face like a weapon. I swat it away and sneeze.

"If you ever treat Kat like that again, I will release ALL your middle school pictures on my Instagram."

I glare at her. "You wouldn't dare!" She probably would. My mom is strange and spunky.

"Try me," she says. "Now go apologize to Kat." She stalks away.

Ten minutes later Kat is done jumping on my bed and gloating. Mind you, I've made no move to stop her. I'm not stupid--she's naked. It's quite a show. It took everything in me not pull up a chair and grab a beer.

She slowly climbs down—I note she's still moving gingerly—so I catch her in my arms and help her. "You think you're clever don't you?" I whisper against her ear.

She glee-whisperss "Round to the HellKat!"

I smack her lightly on the ass. "You better hurry, HellKat—you don't have much time to get superhot for my dad."

"Shut-up," she says casually and wanders into the bathroom.

I throw on some clothes. I bundle the stained bed linens and truck them downstairs to the basement.

"Want some help?" My mom calls, beating down the stairs after me like a damn jackal.Apparently, she's over lecturing me, and has returned to uber-helpful cleaning mom.

"No, I got it." She keeps on coming.

"Honey, you can't wash that, it has to be dry-cleaned," she grabs the comforter from me as I'm frantically trying to hide it in the washer. I try to jerk it back but she's already gotten a good view.

"Oh, Kat's on her period." she says nonchalantly. "I don't think that's going to come out. We should just toss it."

"No!" I grab it back. My mom's eyes widen at my weirdness.

"Trace, that's never coming clean," she chides, pulling at the comforter. I tug it back, pacing around the basement with it, looking for a place to stash it.

She laughs at me. "Trace! Stop being so childish! Women bleed. Why are you so freaked out? Just give it to me, I'll put it in a garbage bag."

"Mom..." I am full tank exasperated. "I'm not freaked out by the facts of life, ok?...it's...it's......shit!" What is my life, that I am forced to explain myself to my mother about this? "It's a different thing."

My mom stares at me blankly and then she squeezes her eyes shut and holds her hands out in front of her. "Oh god, a thing like the blood spilling in the song? No—wait—I'm sorry I asked. I don't want to know--"

"Jesus Christ mom, not you too! Dammit! This is...not that kind of thing. God, why do people always assume I am into...crazy shit." I mumble, casting my eyes around, finding an empty Amazon box and shoving the fucking bane of my existence inside.

"Well, you are a rock star....and your songs lyrics are kind of sketch sometimes...and there was that video you guys put out...with all the whips and chains." she's giving me a disapproving look. "Alot of people think you are kinky, Trace, not just me."

"Well you and  a lot of people can think what the fuck you want," I snap...and then I see the small look of shock on my mom's face. I'm pretty free with my language around her, but I don't usually bitch at her like that. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. This is just not going like I planned things....uuuuuuggggghhhhh.....look, you and Riley just busted up into the aftermath of Kat's first time,  ok?"

"Ooooooohhhhhh," My mom says, her face going through strange contortions as she stares at the box. "Wow. That's....wow.  But it's still  kind of...weird, that you are saving that," she says bluntly.

I shrug. "Doesn't seem weird to me. I thought...I don't know...have some kind of keepsake made.... just seemed like a better idea than making her a mix tape..." I mumble defensively, wishing my mom would go the hell away. "It was a big deal. We've kind of been through some big shit, lately, you know, so for her to forgive me..."

"True," she smile, and shakes her head, with an aggrieved mom sigh. "But still..a keepsake..it's definitely weird, Honey.  But you are an artist--there's no accounting for your weirdness." She puts a hand to my face. Tears are shining in her eyes. "You really love her, don't you? This whole time...since you were kids..."

"Je-sus!" I shirk away from her emotional momness. " I mean, we're solid, she's my girlfriend, but you don't have to...make a big deal." I know I'm sounding like a total douche, but my feelings are private—to share with Kat. Okay, I did talk to Matt, but that was a "how do I win back the girl" dude-thing. No way in hell am I going into details about how crazy I am for Kat with my mom. She'll cry and ask me a bunch of personal questions that I would rather eat crushed glass than answer.

"Of course," she says, but she's like Kat, she can't help but snark. "No big deal. Not like you've ever had a real girlfriend. Not like you aren't saving the bedding from your first time together, like some kind of medieval marriage rite or something."

Ok, I love my mom, but now she has exceeded my mom bullshit threshold. "Oh my god, marriage is a forbidden word in this house. I am NEVER doing that again, alright? Rushing into something. And why the hell is my house full of people anyway? This was supposed to be a very private personal thing, not reported to the damn band by Riley and subject to your interrogation! Christ, you guys are going to have to start texting before you come over, now that Kat's going to be around," I rant.

"All right, all right, calm down, Honey. How we were supposed to know you were taking your Sweetheart to bed in the middle of the afternoon? That hasn't really been the way you roll here at your house. You've always gone the Rock Star hit it and quit it at the hotel route," She turns away to hide her smile.

"Okay, never say hit it and quit it again. You're a mother, for god's sake. In fact, my mother, so let's take sex-talk off the table entirely. That would be fantastic for me. And don't take this the wrong way, but can you and Riley please get the hell out of my house?"

"Fine, we're going.  I've got some shopping to do, anyway. Somebody has to replace your   comforter before the realtor gets here tonight. Text me when you guys leave to go to Matt's."

"Thank you," I call after her, and she swats a dismissive hand at me.

I crack my neck and haul myself up on top of the dryer. "Mom, wait."

She turns at the stairs and waits expectantly.

"Are you really ok with what's going to happen tomorrow—Matt and me breaking the news? If you're not, you need to tell me. If it's going to embarrass you , I'll cancel. I can weather the Sister Triangle thing..."

She crosses to me. From her five foot two-ish height, she looks up at me, ensconced on the dryer. "Trace, the way things have worked out...I am beyond happy. Everything is coming right for you, like it should be. You have a special bond with Matt, and I am so grateful for that. I am proud of you, and I'm proud to be your mother, and Matt...well he's an amazing man. He treated me like a queen that weekend, and it was a special memory. I'm not embarrassed at all about that. Matt and I had sex; we were consenting adults and both of us free to do what we wanted at that time. It was a good thing, not a bad thing." I roll my eyes at the way she completely ignores my mandate to never mention sex again AND pretty much directly quotes what I said about me and Kat.

She takes my face between her hands, like she's done thousands of times, compelling me to honesty, "But you know...you could be angry with me. If you need to be. I kept the truth from you, your whole life. Worse than that...I stayed. I should have done better by you, but I stayed. I loved him," I know she's not talking about Matt, but Ross, "I loved him, and the love was warped and hurtful and we couldn't fix it, but I stayed, because I wanted my love to be enough  to overcome his problems. It wasn't, and I should have left, for you. Honestly, I don't understand how you can forgive me." Tears are rolling down her cheeks.

"Because I love you," I say, and hop off the dryer, pulling my mom into a hug. "And I get it. I loved him, too, sometimes," I confess, crushing my petite mother to me.

She pushes away, wiping her tears. "Listen, I know this is a motherly pain in the ass thing to say, but you should talk to somebody. It helps, Trace."

"It's all good. It's past."

"I know," she says tolerantly. "But I'm thinking about your future. If you love Kat, if you want a happy, gentle love, you should work your stuff out for her, you know?"

"I'll think about it," I tell her. Her smile is bright; one of the brightest I've ever seen her shine.

Ha! Sorry, I couldn't resist making a funny chapter, after the seriousness of the last one. Plus, I felt like it was important that we meet Trace's mom, and show that she is a resilient lady! What did you guys think of Trace's thoughts about his first time with Kat? He's truly, madly, deeply, crazy in love with Kat. Hmmm. He might be too in love with her. He tries so hard to stay cool, but deep down he feels so intensely, doesn't he? It could cause a few problems, Kat being an  LA It-girl and Trace being so far away on tour..Hmmm...I'd love to hear your thoughts!  Please considering commenting, voting, listing, all the good stuff! Thanks!