by Mae Martini
Melanie looked up to Logan but he just kept on walking. He dropped her hand and put his arm around her shoulder.
When they got to the inn, he no sooner closed the door then reached for Melanie and dragged her to her knees. He whipped out his cock and she went to work. Man, she gave good head.
“He was cruising along and a deer comes out of nowhere, hits the bike. Bam, the bike goes down, skids about twenty feet. He breaks a leg and gets a concussion,” one of the two bikers that Logan and Richie were talking to was saying, while they sat around an umbrellaed table by the pool, drinking beer. It was 1:30 in the afternoon and they were waiting for Melanie and Kara.
“Your brother’s very lucky. He didn’t wear a helmet?” Richie asked.
“No, man, it’s Kentucky. Twenty and younger. He’s twenty-two.
“I don’t care how old you are or what the law states. Always wear a helmet,” Logan chimed in.
Richie nodded his head in agreement.
“You don’t need one here, though”, the other guy said. “It’s so crowded, you crawl.”
“Yeah, I wore out a couple of pairs of boots here, over the years,” Richie said. They all chuckled.
Logan woke up earlier than Melanie. He went down to the dining room and was able to bring back to the room a couple of plates of biscuits and gravy with eggs over easy, and coffee. After they ate, he made his daily phone calls to Heath and his brother Brett, took a shower and told Melanie to take her time getting ready and he’d meet her down by the pool for 2:00pm.
“You guys catch the girl on girl show last night at the campground?” The younger of the two bikers they were talking to asked, with a huge grin on his face.
“Yeah,” Richie said as Logan nodded.
Logan smiled to himself as his thoughts turned to Melanie. When she was going down on him last night, he mentioned how he’d love to drink from a beer bottle with her juices on it. He knew it turned her on because then she went wild on him. Then he gave it to her fast and rough. Logan thought about how it was some of the best sex he’d ever had.
Melanie called Kara’s room to tell her to come to her room when she was ready. The two of them walked out to the pool together.
“We use cargo nets.” Richie replied to the question the older biker asked about tying down gear.
“Oh, that’s a good idea.”
“Oh, fuck,” Logan said.
Richie turned to him just as he heard a whistle and a cat call. He quickly turned to the noise. “Oh, shit, whose idea was it to dress them in that?”
Logan smiled. It was his.
Melanie and Kara were walking to them and they had everyone’s attention.
Melanie wore the black leather bikini and the black chaps with the lavender fringes. She also had on the pair of lavender feather earrings and her long hair was blowing back in the soft breeze. Her eyes were covered in large sunglasses.
Kara too, had large sunglasses on and her long blonde hair with even blonder streaks was also blowing in the wind. She wore a white leather bikini and tan chaps with tan fringes.
The guys at their table stopped talking and stared with their mouths opened, not unlike Logan and Richie.
“What time did you tell Doug we’d meet them?” Logan asked.
“2:30,” replied Richie.
Logan looked at his watch, 1:50, “Yeah, I’m gonna be a little late,” he said as he shot a look to Richie, and rose.
Richie chuckled. “Right behind you, buddy. I’ll meet you down here in about twenty minutes. I’m not walking around with a hard-on all day, either.”
They both walked to the girls and turned them right around to the cheers of the other patrons by the pool area.
Logan waited on the bed for Melanie to come out of the bathroom after their hot love making session, thinking about how much he needed Melanie in his life.
When she walked out, he didn’t hear her. She studied him by the doorway, thinking how handsome he was and how trusting too.
She felt a shift in their relationship. She knew he cared for her and even though he never told her, she knew he loved her and she also knew she loved him. Why couldn’t they say those words out loud to each other? She didn’t know. It would make it easier for her to walk away if they never said it. If she walked away, if only to keep him and his son safe from Michael, would he hate her? Would he be relieved?
He picked his head up and smiled at her. He rose without taking his eyes off her and in two long strides he was in front of her, just staring into her eyes.
She tilted her head in question.
He brought his hands up to her face and brought his lips down to hers and kissed her so sweetly, that Melanie began to melt.
He thought about telling her he loved her, but something made him hesitate. He pulled away and turned around to walk over to the night table to pick up his bike key.
“You, ready?” he asked.
“Logan?”
He turned back around and then she gently turned him around again to see the back of his T-shirt. It was a black Harley, she knew because the front had a little logo on the left, but the back, which she had just seen, had big lavender wings on it. She smoothed a hand over them.
He turned back around to her. “I’m proud to wear my babe’s colors,” he said to her.
She reached up to kiss him as she crushed her body to his. They held each other in a tight embrace a moment longer.
“Come on,” he said as he pulled away and grabbed her hand.
“Five and a half years.”
“Wow.” Melanie was taken aback with Kara’s reply to her question of how long are you seeing Richie. “He’s never asked you to marry him?”
“All the time.”
Melanie’s eyes shot from watching Logan checking out the bikini clad ladies washing his bike to Kara’s. In fact, Richie and Jay were having their bikes washed by bikini clad ladies, also. The three of them were sipping beer and ogling the girls. Well, Logan was drinking a bottle of water and Jay and Richie were drinking beer.
When she replied, water, to Logan’s question of what do you want to drink, she never assumed he would drink water too, but she was pleased he did.
Doug had texted that he and Donna would be late, so they passed the time with a bike wash.
The girls sat at a table off to the side of the entrance of a saloon while the boys were in the parking lot, a couple of feet below, leaning against the ledge.
“And you say no all the time?”
“Yes.”
“Do you love him?”
“With all my heart.”
“So, why do you keep saying no?”
Kara let out a sigh. “Look at him.” And they both turned to look at Richie who was next to Logan.
Melanie caught Logan watching her and she smiled when she saw him smile. Richie was watching a bikini clad woman, intently.
“Yeah?”
“Look at your man; he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you for more than two minutes.” Kara paused and smiled when she caught Melanie blushing. “That’s what I want.”
Melanie tilted her head to the side.
“He’s a player. Richie, I mean.” She clarified.
“What do you mean?” Melanie asked innocently.
“Aww, honey. You are so sweet.”
“Kara, what the hell are you talking about?” Melanie was so confused; she felt the conversation was going nowhere fast.
“I’m an ex porn star.” Kara waited for Melanie to be aghast but if she was she didn’t show it.
“And?” Melanie replied.
Kara let out another sigh, “And, I’m afraid if I say yes, and we do get married, he’ll find someone else, maybe a respectable girl to want to settle down with.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” she said in earnest. “If all women thought like that, no one would get married. He’s still with you after five and a half years and keeps asking you to marry him. I don’t know him long but I see a confident, sure man who knows what he wants and t
he way he treats you speaks volume. Do you not see he puts you on a pedestal?”
“I see,” Kara said. She put her head down.
Melanie reached for her hand. “What’s really going on?”
Kara picked up her head and looked Melanie in the eye. “What if I’m not good enough for him?”
“Oh, honey. Of course you are. You’re a good person.” They both paused and took in the sights. “If you weren’t, would he be with you?”
“No.”
“You said ex. Why did you get out of the business? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“No, of course not. I like talking to you. I can see why Logan told Richie you’re easy to talk to.” She sighed. “I did it for Richie, with the help of Richie.”
Melanie looked confused again.
“He put me through school. Got me out of that life. I have a business degree now, which I’m proud of.”
“As well you should be. Do you miss it?”
“No.”
“Then it wasn’t for you and Richie knew that.”
“That’s what he told me….What if we run into someone who…um….has seen my work?”
“I’m guessing Richie knows that’s a possibility too, and yet, here he is, still with you. No, I don’t think that’s an issue with him, so stop making it an issue with you.”
Kara and Melanie shared a smile. Kara genuinely liked her.
Melanie looked around and did a double take. Doug pulled up with Donna and she was getting off the bike. Her blouse looked odd from where she was sitting.
“Don’t mention any of this to Donna?” Kara asked.
“I won’t. I promise.”
“Thank you.”
Donna waved to them as she kissed Jay, then Richie.
Kara and Melanie got up and walked down the few steps to get to them just as Donna kissed Logan. He had a grin on from ear to ear and he was shaking his head as he reached for Melanie.
She loved how he was so attentive to her.
“Donna, what…is that paint?” Melanie asked upon further inspection of her tits.
“Yes,” she said nodding her head rapidly and grinning. “I got my boobs painted.”
She had some pretty damn good art work going on, on her chest. There were two strategically placed pink roses, finely detailed, with amazing shading, on her breasts. So real like, with a vine leading up to each shoulder, where a smaller, equally well shaded rose was painted.
Melanie stared a little closer. Her eyes went to her nipples. “Are you pierced?” she asked laughing.
“Yeah,” Donna said as she brought her hands to her nipples and pulled.”
They gang roared with laughter as Doug shook his head. In truth, it looked like Doug wasn’t too happy that she put on the little display.
“You girls look so fucking hot,” Donna said to Melanie and Kara. “Let’s go walking around and watch the men drool over us.”
Melanie looked up to Logan. He liked that she was asking instead of just walking away. He didn’t mean for her to be submissive in any way. It’s just that, well, he knew she was hot and some if not most of those bikers would not leave her or Kara alone, for that matter. He hoped Richie wouldn’t allow Kara to go either.
“I’ll take you anywhere you want to go. Just don’t go without me?” he more like asked instead of demanded.
She smiled up at him and reached up to plant a kiss on his mouth then leaned into him and put an arm around his waist as he put his arm around her shoulders.
He looked to Richie who nodded his way in understanding.
Richie was hoping Logan wouldn’t let Melanie go. He didn’t want anyone harassing Kara or Melanie.
“We’ll all walk around together,” Doug said to Donna, who pouted.
After leaving a nice tip for the bikini washers, they all found parking for their bikes and walked around.
They watched some burnout competition. Melanie, for the life of her, couldn’t understand why one would do that to their tires. Logan tried to explain it but she still thought it was silly.
They passed a tent where Pauly Jr. was signing autographs. They even saw a motorcycle jumping and flipping show.
The girls walked a few feet in front of the guys and the guys kept a close eye on them.
One guy was eying Kara and Jay saw it and alerted Richie.
“Keep walking, dude,” Richie said and the guy continued on.
They ate wings, nachos and steaks at Jack’s Saloon. There was a long wait, but damn if Richie didn’t have clout. They were ushered right in. They had a few beers and listened to the live rock band play a while. They watched the scantily clad waitresses and bartenders romp around on the bar simulating all kinds of kinky acts.
Richie happened to look over at Melanie. He smiled and walked over to her. “You look like this is your first time here, darlin’,” he said laughing.
“Do all first timers have this look?”
He nodded his head. “You getting an education?”
She chuckled. “That’s an understatement.”
“I remember the first time me and Logan came here.”
“Do tell.”
That got Logan’s attention and he looked to Richie and with wide eyes he shook his head.
Melanie caught it and became very intrigued. She got up and threw her arm around Richie and walked him away from Logan. She was laughing at Logan’s frown.
“Darlin’, you’re killing me. The way you can bring Logan to his knees, I never thought I’d see that.”
Logan had to know Richie wouldn’t tell everything. He wouldn’t tell her about the time they got a private showing from the very same chicks that were on stage the night before. Or the time they were both so stoned, they woke up to realize they were in the middle of one of the biggest orgies, in the campground, on the other side of Main Street.
No. There were things he knew to keep quiet on.
“I’ll let him explain, but ask him about the girl with the butterfly nipple patches,” he said to her with a mischievous smile as he walked her over to the bar. He ordered a beer and looked to her.
“A shot of vodka,” she said to the bartender who was shaking her painted boobs at them.
“Make it Grey Goose,” Richie said to the bartender.
Richie and she laughed and watched a bartender dance provocatively on top of the bar.
Their bartender came back with their drinks and asked Richie if he wanted to do a shot off of her.
“No thank you, darlin’,” he said and when she walked away, he turned to Melanie. “The girl looks like she didn’t wash since the bike rally started, four days ago.”
Melanie laughed as she looked to where Logan was sitting and didn’t see him. She looked back to Richie just as a hand landed on her bare waist. She jumped.
Richie noticed the guy close to her and was paying attention. As soon as that hand landed on her waist, he threw a punch that landed on the side of the guy's face. The guy stumbled back but quickly recovered and went to punch back but Logan grabbed his hand just as two large bouncers and the manager came up to them.
Richie nodded to the manager and one of the two bouncers half walked half dragged the dude outside.
Logan put his arm around Melanie and kissed her quickly.
Then she noticed everyone else in their party hanging around the bar, and Richie laying down money.
“Richie just bought us all a shot.” He hesitated as she nodded her head. “We’re gonna take em off of you,” he said with a wicked smile that brought out his dimples.
She lifted the corners of her mouth at the sight of him.
“You okay with that, babe?”
She nodded her head.
“Ever do it?”
“No.”
“It’s fun. You’ll like it. It’s hot.”
“Okay,” she said as she nodded her head again.
Richie and the manager cleared the bar and she let out a gasp as Logan picked her up and laid her down on it.
/> “Don’t worry,” he whispered by her ear. “I’ve got you.”
Worrying was the farthest thing from her mind.
The first one up was Jay.
She didn’t expect it and even jolted a little as he licked her throat and she felt wetness there. Then he sprinkled salt on the wetness and put a lime wedge by her mouth. Because she had never done shots this way, she didn’t know what to do and looked at him in question.
“Hold this with your teeth, and don’t look so scared.” He chuckled, “No one will hurt you.”
She smiled up at him and took the lime, with her teeth, from his hand. Then he downed one of the six shot glasses filled with tequila. He bent his head to lick the salt at her throat and then picked his head up and with his teeth, grabbed the lime wedge that was in her mouth, pausing as his lips brushed hers, to cheers from not only their party, but the revelers hanging around them and on the side of the bar, along with the manager and a couple of bartenders.
Logan took in a breath to hold his ire. He had to remind himself that this was harmless fun.
Jay looked in her eyes with admiration and smiled. “Thank you, darlin’.”
She smiled up at him.
Next up was Donna. The same routine, only she licked and salted Melanie’s belly button and when she took the wedge from Melanie’s mouth the noise level rose by 10 decibels.
Doug licked and sprinkled her left shoulder so that he had to lean over her to do it. He was quick to take the wedge. He didn’t want to anger Logan in any way.
Kara was next. She swiped a long lick and salted Melanie’s ribs. Melanie giggled at the touch.
After Kara downed the shot, she climbed up on the bar and over Melanie, and provocatively licked the salt and kissed Melanie as Melanie passed the wedge to her.
If Melanie thought it couldn’t get louder than when Donna did her shot, she was surely mistaken.