Tonight would be the big test. Tommy told her he had big news and wanted to celebrate. He wanted to take her out to a nice dinner on a “real date,” he’d said. Jessie finished her shower and picked up the blouse she’d laid out on her bed. It was a silky white tank top with a built-in bra so that she didn’t have to wear one with it. She had a jean skirt she’d bought a few months before...she’d splurged on it and it had sat in her closet ever since. It buttoned down the front and came to the tops of her knees. She put that on and then slipped on a pair of light brown cowboy boots.
Jessie had just finished her makeup when she heard his motorcycle pulling up. The butterflies danced in her belly even before he knocked on the door. She took a deep breath before she pulled it open and when she did, it came out in a rush. She always thought Tommy was handsome, but tonight he looked good enough to eat. His long hair was hanging down his back and it looked soft and silky and shiny. His shirt was white too, a button-down, and with it he wore a bolero tie with a turquoise stone. His jeans looked new and he had on cowboy boots too. “Wow, you look gorgeous,” he said, taking her in from head to toe. Jessie realized that was the first time he’d ever even seen her legs. It was funny, and exciting at the same time.
“So do you,” she said. His eyes were still on her skirt when he said:
“I’m just not sure you’ll be warm enough. You might want to at least bring a jacket.”
“Warm enough? It’s like seventy degrees out.”
“But it gets a little chilly on the bike.”
Jessie’s eyes widened. “The bike? I thought we’d take my pickup.”
Tommy grinned and said, “And why did you think that? I don’t ask a lady out and expect her to drive.”
“I’ve just never really...I’ve never been on a big bike like that.”
“Then you’re in for a treat. Just grab a jacket, I have a helmet for you.”
She raised her eyebrows and looked out at the Harley. It was beautiful. His gas tank had a sunset painted on it and the chrome shone in the moonlight. But it was big, and scary. Tommy could obviously see the wheels turning in her head. Still smiling he said, “Do you trust me?”
“Of course I do.”
“Okay then. I promise to get you there and back in one piece.”
“Okay...should I change?” Tommy’s dark eyes went back to her skirt and he shook his head.
“Please don’t. Just grab a jacket.” He winked then and said, “You can cuddle up to me and I’ll keep your legs warm.” The look in his eyes caused her to shudder. She smiled and pulled her leather jacket out of the closet by the door and put it on. Once they were outside, he took one of the helmets off his handlebars and handed it to her. She put it on her head and had to suck in another breath when he fastened it for her and his hands brushed against the top of her chest. “Good to go,” he said. She watched him slide a bandanna on and then put his helmet on as well. He got on the bike first and scooted up close to the gas tank to let her throw her leg over and climb on the back. She pulled her skirt down as much as she could and put her feet on the pegs. “Put your arms around me and hold on tight,” he told her. She slipped her arms around him and loved feeling the warmth of his back against her as she cuddled in close to him. The rumble of the engine and the vibration of the bike as they took off was slightly overwhelming, but once they were on the road, Jessie couldn’t stop smiling. The feeling was just so...free, and unlike anything else. She wasn’t sure she could even describe it if she had to, and she could finally understand why so many people loved their motorcycles so much.
They got onto the freeway for a while, but then Tommy exited off the main road and onto one that led up toward the mountains. He told her they were going to a lodge up in one of the popular hiking areas for dinner, which meant they were in for about a forty-five-minute ride, and suddenly she was grateful for that. Once they were on the quieter mountain road, she felt one of Tommy’s hands on her bare leg. He was steering the bike with his right hand and his left hand was gently caressing her calf and thigh. She scooted into him even closer until she was practically melded into him. His body blocked most of the wind, but she was glad he’d insisted she bring a jacket. The further they got into the mountains, the cooler the air became.
Jessie was so content with the ride and with being so close to Tommy that she hadn’t even noticed the clouds blowing in overhead. It was only when she felt the first drops of rain splash down onto her bare legs that she realized it was about to storm. In Arizona the storms sometimes hit suddenly and they could be intense. It was only minutes after she felt the first drop when she realized that the storm was going to be one of those. Tommy was pulling off the road and onto one of the trailheads when the drops began to pelt them. They felt like little BBs bouncing off her skin. He drove up the trail until he spotted one of the public picnic shelters. He parked the bike underneath it and killed the engine. The rain was hitting the shelter so hard that he almost had to yell for her to be able to hear him.
“I’m sorry. It wasn’t supposed to rain until tomorrow.”
Jessie laughed. “Damned weathermen. It’s okay. I like the rain.” She slipped off the bike and took off her helmet and Tommy did the same. He looked out through the curtain of water that surrounded them and said:
“I could kick my own ass for this. I didn’t even bring food or anything.” He looked so distressed. She felt terrible for him. Putting both of her hands on the sides of his face she said:
“Hey, you can’t control the weather. Besides, if you’d brought food it would have ruined our appetites for dinner at the lodge. I’m sure the rain will let up soon.”
Tommy smiled, and Jessie was both surprised and thrilled when he leaned down and gently kissed her lips. She still had her eyes closed when he slid his tongue across her lips and said, “Mm, the rain tastes good on you.”
Jessie licked his lips in return. “It tastes good on you too. Maybe...we could kill some time, tasting it more.” Tommy was the one that looked surprised then, but that little invitation must have been all he was waiting for. His arms went around her and he pulled her body into his. She could feel that he was already excited and when his mouth came down to meet hers he ground their hips together lightly while they kissed. The kiss was long, and slow and sweet but he finished it with a bite to her bottom lip that made her pussy wet. His hands slid up her back and he wrapped them up in her hair. Using his hold on it, he tipped her head back and brought his mouth down and licked the raindrops off her neck, and then he kissed it, and then he nibbled at it and with each touch of his lips, tongue, or teeth, she got even more excited.
She felt him step back and take her hand. He pulled her back toward the bike and she followed. Once there he pressed her up against it, so her butt was leaning on the seat. He kissed her again, but this time his hands moved underneath her leather jacket and her satin blouse and his hot, calloused palms caressed her skin. When he reached her breasts she felt his thumbs slide across the nipples and he gave each one of them a light squeeze. Pulling his hands out then, he pushed the jacket off her arms and lifted her blouse up over her head. It wasn’t that cold, but Jessie still felt goosebumps skitter across her skin and when he touched her again, they responded to his touch along with everything else in her body.
“God, Jessie, you’re even more amazing than I imagined,” he whispered. The look in his eyes was one of adoration and maybe even awe. No one had ever looked at her that way and it thrilled her to her bones. Tommy leaned down and lightly licked one of her nipples. She put her hands in his silky hair and pressed him into her chest and for the next several minutes he made sweet love to her breasts and nipples with his lips, teeth, and tongue.
Jessie finally had to touch him and while he was still fondling her breasts, she began to unbutton and unzip his pants. Once she got them opened up, she slid her hand down inside and heard him moan when she found his hard cock. He was big, and thick, and she loved the way he felt as she wrapped her hand around it and g
ave it a little squeeze. His body was shaking and Jessie loved that she was having that effect on him. She pushed his jeans down off his hips and as she did, she slid down with them.
“Oh no, baby, that cement will hurt your knees.” She didn’t stop, but she reached over to where her jacket lay and pulled it over so that she could cushion her knees with it. Once she was in front of his cock she opened her mouth and put her lips around the tip of it. “Oh fuck,” he breathed out. Jessie took more of it into her mouth, letting it glide against her tongue and toward the back of her throat. She still had one hand around the shaft and while she licked the shaft and the tip of it, she stroked him with her hand. Tommy was pulling at her hair and making sexy noises as she bobbed up and down. He tasted amazing and that, coupled with the sounds he was making and the sound of the storm around them, made her almost want to have an orgasm before he even touched her pussy.
Tommy let her suck him for a while, but then suddenly she heard him groan loudly and he pulled her off him and up to her feet. He kissed her again, hard, before spinning her around to face the bike. She put her hands out and pressed them into the soft leather seat, and Tommy flipped up her skirt, cursed in a language she didn’t understand, and then rubbed his big hands all over her cheeks. Finally he peeled down her panties and used one of his thighs to open her legs. Jessie moaned just at the thought of him being inside of her, but when he started to slide it in, she actually whimpered.
“Oh, Tommy...that’s so good.”
“It fits you like a glove, baby. I always knew you were the other part of my puzzle.” Tommy put his hands on her breasts and caressed them and tweaked her nipples while he slid in and out of her. The cool air and the moisture from the rain only added to the eroticism of it all as he increased his pace. He stroked into her faster and harder each time, filling her all the way up and then pulling back, making her want to scream each time he hit bottom. He moved one of his hands to her hair and he pulled it while he fucked her. Jessie thrust her hips back to meet his each time and they found a rhythm that threatened to blow her mind.
That went on for a while and then Tommy pulled out of her and turned her to face him. He kissed her again, hard, and then lifted her up and sat her butt on the seat. His cock lined up with her perfectly there and he held onto her hips and fucked her wildly then, grinding into her each time. Jessie moaned and gasped, her pussy throbbed with excitement and then all at once the skin of his hot, hard cock dragged across her engorged clit and she was crying out with an intense orgasm that probably frightened away any of the desert animals who dared to be out in that weather.
She was still gasping and trying to catch her breath when Tommy groaned and cried out and then wrapped his hand up tightly in her hair again and pulled her in for a kiss as he reached his peak. He held her, his breaths coming in ragged gulps and he whispered in a husky voice in her ear:
“That was so incredible.”
Jessie smiled. “It was amazing. I’m glad the weatherman was wrong.”
Tommy laughed and lifted his head up to look around. The rain was slowing down to a drizzle. “Me too,” he said. “It looks like we might still be able to make it up the hill for dinner. We’re close. You up for it?”
“As long as you don’t mind being seen with me looking like a drowned rat.”
He rolled his eyes and said, “Drowned rats should be so sexy. I wouldn’t mind being seen with you anytime, anywhere.” Jessie couldn’t help but wonder at the way life worked sometimes. If not for that maniac taking her, she and Tommy would have had their date three Fridays ago and she might have slept with him. But something about everything she’d been through and the way he’d stood by her was a part of this intense bond she felt toward him...and for that much, at least, she was grateful.
28
“So have you heard from her?” Beck was working on her bike next to where Streak was putting a set of pipes on another bike. He looked up from what he was doing and said:
“Who?”
Beck rolled her eyes. “Please. You know who. The sister.”
Streak sighed. “No. I haven’t heard from her. Will said she made it home safe and she’s back at work, so it’s all good.”
“Is it?”
“You know, it’s not like you to beat around the bush, Beck.”
“I’m not beating around anything. Just asking a simple question.”
“I answered it. It’s all good.”
“I noticed you haven’t been out with the guys lately.”
Streak laughed and dropped his wrench. “Okay, that’s it. What exactly are you not beating around the bush about?”
“You’re not happy.”
“I’m fine.”
“Fine is not happy.”
“So what do you care if I’m happy or not?”
“You’re my fucking friend. I don’t like to see my fucking friends all mopey and shit.”
“You have a mouth like a sailor.”
“I am a sailor. Let’s get back to talking about you.”
Streak sat on the dirty concrete floor and said, “The stuff with Taylor, that didn’t make me happy.”
“No, the ‘stuff’ with her didn’t, but she does.”
“What’s this about, Beck? Aren’t you the same person that told me I couldn’t fuck my sister?”
“You can’t, but in Taylor’s case...maybe I was...you know...”
Streak smiled. “Is Rebekah Golden actually trying to say she was wrong?”
“Even I’m not perfect.”
He chuckled. “Wow, admitting she’s wrong and not perfect in the same day. That’s epic.”
“Fuck you. Look, Taylor came to see me the day she went back home.”
Streak sat up straighter. “Why?”
“She seems to think that my opinion means a lot to you.”
His lips were still twitching as he said, “Well, you are my president’s old lady so I have to stay on your good side.”
“Shut up and listen. The thing is, that girl loves you, and I don’t mean like a sister. She made some good points, with the biggest one being that the only reason the two of you aren’t together is because of what other people would think about it. That hit a nerve with me because you know I’ve never given a shit what anyone thinks of me. So what the fuck am I doing telling you that you shouldn’t be with the woman you love because society would frown on it?”
“If it makes you feel better...your opinion really doesn’t matter all that much to me.”
Beck threw her grease rag at him.
“Fine, asshole, I was just sick of looking at your pout-ass face. I don’t care if you’re happy or not.”
Turning serious Streak said, “I appreciate that you care about me, but honestly our parents and brother are the only people I’m worried about. When I told Will he freaked out. He said it was gross.”
“Yeah, but that’s just because people think of her as your sister. I felt the same way and I even told her so that day. I let her leave crying. I wasn’t nice.”
“So same shit, different day?” he said with a laugh.
“That’s it – fuck you, I’m done.”
“Beck, I’m sorry. I know you were just trying to help, and I appreciate it. I wanted her to go. We needed space and eventually, we’ll both get over it. She’s gorgeous and she’s smart and independent. She won’t stay single forever. Some lucky man will snatch her up and she’ll forget all about me except at Thanksgiving and Christmas, and her kids won’t be sons and nephews and daughters and nieces all at the same time. I’ll just be plain old Uncle Brandon.”
“See, that’s the thing. Besides the fact that I of all people said you should care what other people think, I know you. I know that being ‘plain old’ anything will never make you happy. I’m going to just say this once and then I’ll mind my business and stay out of yours...” Streak chuckled and Beck glared at him until he stopped. “I think you should talk to your parents and just see what they say. Maybe they’d understand. Mayb
e you just haven’t given them enough credit.”
“I love my parents, both of them, but you don’t know them. They came together and made us a family and they never treated us any differently because one of us was their blood and the other wasn’t. That family they made, that was the number one most important thing in the world to them, and it still is. If I walk in there and tell them I’m in love with my sister...shit, it’ll blow the roof right off the top of that pretty little middle-class house I grew up in.”
“And if you don’t tell them, you suffer in silence forever. You’re destined to spend holidays sitting across the table from Taylor and her pretty little middle-class family forever. Can you do that?”
Streak didn’t answer her but Beck knew he was imagining it. Truth be told, and knowing her the way he did, Streak probably knew already, but Jace was the one who had first suggested she might be wrong. They had actually had an argument over it and in the end the one thing Jace said that really resonated with her was, “How many decisions have you made in your life that your mother didn’t approve of?” Beck hadn’t answered him, but it was a rhetorical question anyway. Beck had made thousands of decisions that disappointed her mother and Jace knew it. He had gone on to say, “I love the relationship you have with your mother. She loves you so much that in the grand scheme of things all she really wants is for you to be happy. Streak’s parents will probably be shocked, and they might be pissed off, but from what he’s told us about them, they’re good people and they love him and his siblings. So, my guess would be that they might just be willing to try, as a family, to make this work so that their children both end up happy.” What he said had made perfect sense, which had pissed her off even more. Jace hated when she was mad at him, so he’d dropped it, but each time she saw Streaks unhappy face since, she’d felt guilty.
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