Revved: A Singer's Garage Novel

by Helene Laval

  Michael came through with the photos and had them couriered to Hector Santiago’s compound before Turtle’s meeting. I called Turtle and told him what I’d done and explained that I wanted his meeting to revolve around getting Hector to agree to let Steve go. Whatever my dad had cooked up was never even mentioned. As for me, it felt good that I didn’t need my dad after all.

  My thoughts were interrupted when Steve picked me up and carried me into the hotel room. I kicked the door shut with my foot as he spun me around and flopped me onto the bed. He was everywhere at once, his mouth trailing down my neck to my collarbone, his hands running over my breasts and up my thighs. I lost all thought and immersed myself into feeling the man I loved back into my arms.

  We laid next to each other silent for a long while. Me wrapped in his arms listening to the thumping of his heart, Steve lazily trailing light fingers along my spine.

  Finally, Steve spoke, “I’m really hungry.”

  “Burgers?”

  “Perfect.”

  Steve rose out of bed first and slid on his jeans, and I followed suit.

  He picked my shirt up off the floor and handed it to me. “You are one big surprise, Annie O’Dell. How the hell did you pull that off?”

  “I’ll tell you all about it, but first, I have to do this,” I said, and punched him hard in the chest.

  “Ow!” he yelped.

  “That was for not coming to me! Not telling me and scaring the ever-loving shit out of me. Do you know how hard it was to find you? How hard it was to wait and find out what trouble you got yourself into? What I had to do to come here and get you?”

  “I’m sorry,” he said, sorrow filling his eyes.

  “Oh, you’re going to be sorry for a very long time.”

  He smirked at me. “I am. I deserve it.”

  “You do.” I choked out. Tears started to fill my eyes.

  “Come here,” he said and pulled me tight against him and then rolled on top of me holding my hands in place above my head. His eyes searched my face. Serious Steve was back. “I love you, Annie O’Dell.”

  “You do?”

  “I sure as hell do. I’m never letting you go again.”

  “Nope, you most definitely are not,” I said smiling up at him. “I love you too, Steve Vega.”

  We rented a car to get ourselves back to Pennsylvania. I hadn’t paid much attention to viewing the landscapes on the way down. That was a whirlwind of stress and anxiety. Steve persuaded me to take a few extra days off, to explore America as we meandered our way home.

  I sat in the passenger seat with the window rolled down, lazily diving my hand through the wind current outside. Even though I had a pair of sunglasses on, I still squinted in the sun. We drove down through the bottom border and landed in New Orleans.

  I loved New Orleans, the food, the music, the soul of the city sang beneath my feet. Steve and I spent our nights relaxing in dark jazz bars, snuggling in the dark corners. We lounged on the balcony of our French Quarter room and watched people roam the streets below. Little kids hustled their makeshift drums with five-gallon buckets, producing a raucous noise that could rival professional musicians.

  We headed over to Florida. I had never seen the ocean, and we spent two days sipping cocktails on a white sand beach, me digging my toes in the dirt and soaking up the sun. Steve looked like a bronze god on a beach. His tan muscular body and dark black hair had my mouth watering every time I looked at him.

  “You’re beautiful,” I said as he ran up to me, dripping wet after a dip in the ocean.

  “A man doesn’t really want to hear himself referred to as beautiful.”

  “It’s true.”

  “You’re beautiful,” he said in response.

  “Oh, stop it, you’re just saying that because I said it to you first. We both know I’m not beautiful.”

  “Oh Tinker Bell, but you are. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes upon. My Amazon Fairy Princess.”

  “Oh. My. God. You did not just call me your Amazon Fairy Princess.”

  “I did. And I think it’s time you made your way to the sea, experience ocean water and become a Mermaid Amazon Fairy Princess.”

  “Oh, no. I’m good.” I tried to swat him away as Steve grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet. Before I could comprehend what he was doing, he had me lifted in a fireman’s carry and was running to the water.

  “Put me down!” I pounded on his back. I heard splashing underfoot and the salty water hitting my skin. Then I was unceremoniously dumped into the lukewarm water.

  “I hate you!” I sputtered when I arose.

  “No you don’t.” He smirked at me, his hands holding firmly on my hips.

  “I do,” I whined, not sounding very convincing.

  “No way.”

  “Ok, I don’t hate you,” I relented.

  He kissed me along my jaw, then down my neck. “Say it.”

  “Say what?” I groaned, lost in the feel of his mouth on my body.

  “Say you love me,” he whispered in my ear.

  “I love you,” I repeated.

  EPILOGUE

  “Vega! Get your ass over here!” I lifted my head from the ID I was inspecting and flashed my girl one of my winning smiles. She smiled back. A few moments later I swaggered over and placed a kiss on her forehead. My girl, my everything. The woman who crossed a country for me and blackmailed a ruthless murderer and criminal to get me back.

  “What’s up, Tinker Bell?”

  “I need to see you in my office,” she said and sauntered away down the hallway.

  “Yes, ma’am,” I said, watching her fine ass go down the hall. Damn

  The office was just an office once again. Justin moved out a couple weeks ago. He and his family rented the small apartment I just vacated, and I heard that Mrs. Hadden loved having a baby in the building to fuss over. She even offered to babysit for Paige, when needed. It was too tiny for them, but they made it work, and were both a welcome addition to the town and our family.

  When I rounded the corner and entered the office, the door slammed behind me, and my gorgeous Amazon Fairy Princess pushed me hard up against the wall and kissed me stupid.

  “Mmmmm, what’s this for?” I asked, a lazy smile spreading across my face.

  “I love you,” she said as she kissed the side of my neck and whispered in my ear.

  “I love you too,” I murmured back, loving the feel of her against me,

  She reached down to the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head.

  I quickly did the same to hers, and my hands found her perfect breasts. I rolled a hardened nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She moaned into my mouth.

  My lips left hers and trailed down her neck landing onto first one breast, then the other. I hastily fumbled for the button of my jeans. She pushed me away and watched me undress.

  “Take off your jeans,” I said in a throaty growl. My girl did as she was told.

  She stood there in her office in her bra and panties. I stood stark naked in parallel. I took in the sight of her long legs and lean curves, and we panted with longing, not sure if we wanted to touch, or stare a little longer.

  “You’re incredible,” I said to her and reached out to hook her by the waist. “Come here.”

  We kissed long and deep and thorough. Our tongues wrestled for dominance as our passion began to grow.

  “Turn around and place your hands on the sofa,” I demanded.

  She didn’t hesitate and complied immediately. Seeing her wiggle with anticipation, my hand cupped her ass, then traced a finger down the seam of her panties and yanked them to her knees. I inserted a finger lazily into the warm wet heat of her and she cried out.

  “More,” she said as my finger pumped in and out, and I filled her further with a second finger savoring the hot slick juices coating my hand.

  “Now now, patience, Tinker Bell.”

  “More!” she said louder.

  I placed a steadying h
and in the middle of her back, grabbed my hard throbbing cock, and slid my way into her. I filled her slowly, inch by inch until I was fully seated. I leaned forward and whispered into her ear. “Say it.”

  “Fuck me,” she said, pushing her weight back and pushing me into her even farther.

  “Not that. Say it.”

  “I love you,” she whooshed out, trying to catch her breath.

  “Fuck,” I ground out as I started to move, slowly at first, the rhythmic cadence steady and even. It was driving her crazy. She pushed back more, forcing me to move faster until I pumped in and out of her with maddening force.

  Her pussy clenched tight around me as the orgasm took her, pulsing around my cock, greedy and hot. I soon followed, groaning into her ear as she continued to milk me until our breathing settled and I collapsed against her back, spent, caressing her thighs and waist.

  “I love you too, Tinker Bell.”

  “Hi, Dad.”

  “Hi, darlin’. How are you? Make it back to Song okay?”

  “I did.”

  “Glad to hear it.”

  “Thank you, Dad, for everything.”

  “Anything for you. Now tell me about this Steve guy.”

  “Nothing to tell that you don’t already know.”

  “I still want to hear it all from you. He good to you?”

  “Yes.”

  “When you tire of him let me know, I’ll send somebody out there to deal with it.”

  “It won’t be like that, and you know it.”

  “How’s my bar?”

  “She got a makeover.”

  “Is that so? No pink and frills, I hope.”

  “You raised me better than that. The bar is doing great. We are open for lunch now, I have a really good cook named Jimmy, you know Pritchard’s son? Turns out the kid is fantastic. Redesigned the menu and everything.”

  “Good to hear, good to hear. The place was due for a change, too many rough years for the ‘ol bar.”

  “I have live music twice a week too. It’s brought in enough cash that I have an extra bartender, and I’ve rented a house on Maple Street.”

  “You and this Steve guy?”

  “Yes, me and that Steve guy.”

  “So what’s next on the horizon for my girl?”

  “Oh, I don’t know. I’d like to travel. Steve’s parents are in Ecuador. We’re planning to go there and visit.”

  “That’s a good plan.”

  “So that’s next. I’m running off to Ecuador. Who knows, maybe we’ll get married too.”

  “What?”

  “Talk to you next week, Dad!” And I hung up the phone.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Helene Laval suffers from a chronic case of wanderlust, and is currently settled in the desert southwest. When she’s not reading or writing, you’ll find her traversing a dusty trail on horseback, struggling to hike a mountain with a five figure elevation, or hitting the road to enjoy an adventure with her family.

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