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by Opal Carew


  “You’re right. I’ll do some fantasy creatures.” As much as she enjoyed doing them, she hadn’t done any on the ATCs yet.

  Diego laughed. “I said do something different.”

  She glanced at him.

  “Well, the women do fantasize about us,” he explained.

  It was true. She certainly did.

  She laughed. “I meant magical creatures.”

  “Well…” His lips turned up in a grin.

  “I get it. You and the guys are magical, fantasy hunks that no woman can resist.”

  Travis glanced around. “Except you, it seems.”

  His warm, blue-green eyes twinkled and she wondered how she had succeeded in resisting him for so long. Of course, it was because of Storm, but how much did Storm really want her? She was sure if she was really important to him, he could have found a way to come along on the tour.

  “Except she showed you her tattoo.” Dan stood beside their seat, Jimmy behind him.

  Travis laughed and stood up. “Well, you’ll get to see exactly what we saw.” He smiled at her. “I’ll leave you to your art.” He moved to his usual seat farther back in the bus, where he usually worked on his music.

  After she showed Jimmy and Dan the sketch of her tattoo, they acted devastated at not seeing the real thing and she sent them on their way, then got to work on creating some art.

  * * *

  The next morning, Diego accompanied her to the meet. They wandered around and chatted with various artists and she traded her three cards for a small watercolor landscape of a lake from a lovely older woman, a pencil drawing of a tabby cat by a younger woman who had a collection of drawings of felines, and an abstract in pen and ink by a bearded man. Everyone she met was friendly and helpful, offering different suggestions about how to make a career with her art. She felt exhilarated talking to so many like-minded people.

  That evening at the show, lots of ideas tumbled through her head from the various things she’d learned from other artists about how they promoted their work.

  When she got back to her room, she tackled her latest card creation with new vigor. But she still wound up drawing Storm. She tucked it into the special bundle and dropped it into the desk drawer, as she did in every hotel room she’d stayed at. She just had to face it. If she was alone in her room, she was going to draw Storm. She stared at the naked picture she’d done of him. If only he were here to model in person. Of course, if he was, the last thing she’d be thinking of would be drawing him.

  * * *

  “I’ve got an appointment at a tattoo studio in about an hour. I’d like you to come with me.”

  Melanie glanced up from her breakfast as Travis sat down across from her in the hotel restaurant in Jacksonville, Florida.

  “You want me to get another tattoo?” She sipped her coffee.

  “No, I’m getting the tattoo. The one you designed.”

  “Oh, right. I haven’t had my coffee yet so the brain is not in gear.” And she hadn’t had much sleep since she’d been yearning for Storm.

  “So, will you go? I thought you’d want to, since you designed it.”

  “I guess I could.” It would be kind of fun to see her design rendered into reality on his skin.

  Or so she thought until she stood in the studio and Travis grabbed his belt and started to undo it. She drew in a breath as he pulled back the strap and released the buckle, then let the leather slide through the metal frame. Her gaze locked on his fingers as he unzipped his jeans.

  “Where … uh … are you getting the tattoo?” she asked, torn between spinning away, and watching in anticipation, as he lowered his pants and tossed them onto a spare chair in the artist’s private studio room. She averted her gaze from his underwear and the outline of his intimate parts.

  Travis just laughed and lay down on the table, then tugged down his underwear to reveal one side of his firm, hard butt.

  The tattoo artist placed the template on Travis’ muscular buttock. Melanie watched in fascination, and with a growing hunger, as the artist proceeded to bring the design to life on Travis’ skin.

  “Gorgeous,” she said once it was done. And she meant more than just the tattoo. The man’s ass was a thing of beauty.

  Travis hopped off the table and gazed behind him in the mirror. “Nice job.”

  The artist covered it with gauze and taped it down, then Travis pulled up his underwear and donned his jeans. When they got back to the hotel, everyone was hanging out in Diego’s room.

  “Hey, there he is,” Dan said. “So show us the new ink.”

  “Yeah, let me go remove the gauze.”

  Travis headed for his room and Melanie settled in a chair. Jimmy handed her a beer.

  When Travis returned he grinned. “So you guys want to see?”

  “Yeah, man. Bring it on,” said Jimmy.

  Travis stepped toward Melanie, with the guys behind him, then reached for his belt. Melanie’s gaze locked on his buckle as he released it for the second time today in front of her, then began to unzip his jeans. As Travis began to lower his pants, a familiar voice cut across the room.

  “Do you want to explain to me what’s going on here?”

  Melanie’s gaze darted to the door to see Storm standing there. She jerked forward, spilling her beer on her jeans. She placed the bottle on the table and wiped at the denim, her cheeks heating.

  What must he think?

  And she didn’t blame him. His gaze locked on her and she leapt to her feet and strode across the room, then took his arm and guided him into the hallway. She didn’t let herself stop to think, just used momentum to steer him to her room.

  Once inside, she closed the door.

  “I know this looks bad, but there was really nothing going on. Travis just got a tattoo and he was showing the guys.”

  “And you.”

  “I’d already seen it.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “You’ve seen his ass?”

  She sucked in a breath. “I went with him when he got the tattoo.” She stared at his intense blue eyes. “I designed it for him, so he wanted me to go.”

  She took his hand and squeezed it. “Storm, that’s all there is. There’s nothing going on between Travis and me.”

  He stared at her for what seemed like a lifetime, but she realized it was only a couple beats of her rapidly pounding heart.

  “I believe you.”

  The words hung in the silence as she stared at him.

  “You do?”

  “Of course. You told me if I don’t trust you, then this won’t work between us.” He grasped her shoulders, sending heat pulsing through her. “And I intend to make this work.”

  Then he drew her close and lowered his face to hers. His lips brushed hers sweetly, then his arms glided around her and he pulled her tight to his body as his tongue slipped past her lips.

  She threw her arms around him and held him tight as passion flared within her, and she opened to let him in. He swirled his tongue inside her mouth and she sighed, melting into his arms.

  “Oh, God, I’ve missed you,” he murmured when his lips parted from hers.

  “Me, too.” She gazed into his sky blue eyes. “So much.”

  And her body ached for him.

  She stroked her hands over his solid chest, needing to touch him.

  “Why are you here? Do you have business in town?”

  He smiled. “No. I’m here to be with you. I’m going to ask Travis if I can continue on the tour with the band.”

  “What about your brother, and the company?”

  “In fact, my brother pointed out that I should be here with you. That I can travel with the band and follow my heart, but still keep in touch with him on the phone and through e-mail for any major decisions. He doesn’t really need me there to run the company on a day-to-day basis.”

  She stroked her finger down his hard chest. “Remind me to thank him next time I see him.” Once she reached his belt, she tugged his T-shirt from his jeans
and slid her hands underneath, then stroked over the solid wall of ridged muscles upward to his chest.

  She found his nipple and ran her thumb over it.

  He shrugged off his leather jacket and let it drop to the floor, then tugged off his T-shirt. He took her hand and placed it flat on his chest again. She teased his bead-like nipple with her fingertips.

  The edges of his lips curled up. “You know, I have a hankering to see that tattoo of yours.”

  She smiled and stroked over her breast coyly. “Well, I’ve had quite a few requests to see it, but you should know that I will only show it to someone very special.”

  He smiled and slid his hands around her waist. “And who is this special someone?” His lips played along the base of her neck, sending ripples of pleasure through her.

  “Well, his name’s Storm.” She grasped his raspy, square jaw in her hand and moved his face to hers, then planted a firm kiss on his sexy lips. “And I absolutely adore him.”

  Then she grabbed the hem of her camisole and pulled it over her head. She was rewarded with his heated, blue gaze locking on her breasts with a look of awestruck wonder. She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, then lowered it from her breasts slowly, watching the desire flare in his eyes.

  “God damn, I don’t know how I stayed away from you as long as I did.” His fingertip came to rest on her breast and he outlined the bluebird adorning her skin. Then he leaned forward and kissed it, his lips brushing the surface like the delicate brush of a rose petal.

  She grasped his head and pulled him tight to her breast. He chuckled and she felt his tongue lap over her skin, then he shifted and his warm mouth covered her aching nipple.

  “Oh, Storm. Yes.”

  He teased her hard nub with his tongue, then after a few excruciating laps, he sucked, and she whimpered.

  “Oh, God, I’ve missed you.”

  He glanced up at her and grinned. “Me or the sex?”

  She laughed. “The sex. Definitely the sex.”

  He swept her up and carried her to the bed, then placed her on it.

  “Well, then I’d better get on with it.” He unfastened his belt, then drew down the zipper of his jeans.

  She sat up as she watched him push down his boxers, revealing his long—and very hard—cock. She slid to the side of the bed and reached forward to wrap her hand around his thick shaft. He stepped close and she stroked the impossibly soft skin.

  “You look very tasty.” She leaned forward and lapped her tongue over his hot tip. The salty taste of his precum flashed on her tongue and she opened wide and took his cockhead into her mouth. He was so big it made her jaw ache, but she squeezed him inside while she stroked his exposed shaft with her palm.

  His fingers twined in her hair. “Oh, baby, that feels awesome.”

  She glided down his length, taking him deep, then slid back again. He guided her forward again, then set a rhythm she happily followed.

  “Fuck, baby, I’m going to come.” He tried to slow her down, but she pressed aside his hands and then cupped his balls and massaged them as she bobbed faster on his cock.

  He groaned, then arched. Hot liquid filled her mouth. She sucked and stroked as he filled her, continuing her attention until she was sure he was done.

  She drew his spent cock from her mouth and smiled up at him. “You really did miss me.”

  He drew her to her feet and kissed her thoroughly. “You know it.” Then he eased her onto the bed and unzipped her jeans, then stripped them from her. He stared at her tiny panties. “Now let me show you just how much.”

  He tucked his fingers under the elastic and eased them down her hips, revealing her clean-shaven mound.

  He smiled and stroked over the bare skin, then he pressed her legs apart and glided over her folds. She shivered at the exquisitely erotic sensation.

  “You are so wet for me.”

  She stroked over his shoulders. “I want you so bad.”

  “Well, since you sucked me dry, you’ll have to settle for this right now.”

  He leaned forward and lapped his tongue over her slick flesh. She moaned, curling her fingers in his hair and holding him tight to her. His tongue explored her opening, then he found her clit and teased it without mercy. As he flicked and cajoled, heat swamped her senses. She had longed for his touch and now he was giving her everything she needed. She lay back on the bed, moaning.

  He slid two fingers inside her and sucked on her clit. As he stroked her inner walls, intense pleasure rose in her. It felt so good to be touched by him.

  “Oh, God, yes,” she wailed as she arched against him.

  “Show me how you come, Melanie. I want to see your face in ecstasy.”

  The pleasure building within her exploded in an eruption of bliss. She moaned, her hands curled around his head as he sucked her sensitive bud. Reality melted as she catapulted to a realm of sweet all-consuming rapture.

  Finally, she collapsed back to reality, panting for air.

  Storm chuckled, then prowled over her. She had yearned for his big body over hers for so long, and now here he was. His hard cock nudged her opening.

  “Are you ready for me, baby?”

  She wrapped her hand around his big cock, now fully erect, and pulled him harder against her slick flesh. “I am so ready.”

  He smiled, then drove forward, filling her completely with one thrust. Her passage stretched around him. She squeezed him, welcoming his hardness inside her. And that act sent her over the edge again. At her gasp, he drew back and thrust forward again. Then again. She clung to his shoulders.

  “Oh, God, I’m coming again.”

  She trembled as he continued driving her pleasure higher and higher.

  She wailed, then gasped for air, then wailed again, as he kept pummeling her with bliss. She sucked in a deep breath and moaned long and hard.

  Finally, she collapsed against the bed, catching her breath.

  He nuzzled her neck, then rolled beside her. He pulled her tight to his body and she clung to him, resting her head against his hard chest.

  “That was spectacular.” She brushed her cheek against his skin.

  He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, his lips brushing the top of her head.

  “As I said, I don’t know how I stayed away from you for so long.”

  * * *

  Storm held Melanie in his arms, not wanting to let her go. Her slow breathing told him she’d dozed off.

  When he’d arrived and seen Travis pulling down his pants, standing in front of Melanie, his mind had jumped to the worst conclusion. Melanie had been letting her wild side free and who knew if she might harbor fantasies of having wild sex with more than one man. He might have been walking into the beginning of an all-out gang bang.

  Jealousy had sliced through him, but he’d kept calm and given Melanie the benefit of the doubt. When she’d explained, he had believed her. She was clearly telling the truth.

  But he still sensed something more. He knew Travis’ effect on women and he suspected that Melanie was attracted to the man. She might want to be true to Storm, but if she had feelings for Travis, even if it was just lust, what would that mean for their relationship?

  * * *

  As Storm sat at the table eating dinner with everyone, he could barely drag his gaze from Melanie. Spending time away from the woman had opened his eyes to how much he cared about her. He’d thought he was in love with Jessica, but he knew he was in love with Melanie. But could he convince her of that? And now that Melanie was traveling and embracing her freedom, would she want to settle down with him?

  When Melanie finished eating, she smiled at him. “I know you and the guys need to talk about integrating you back into the show, so I’m going back to the room.”

  She stood up and kissed him, a sweet brush of her lips, then squeezed his shoulder. “I’ll wait up.”

  He held her hand. “You sure you don’t want to join us for a drink first?” He was reluctant to let her go
.

  She shook her head. “I want to do some sketching, and I know you fellas want to catch up.” She grinned. “And I’m sure having a female there will just cramp your style.”

  She turned and walked away and he couldn’t help watching her delightfully swaying ass as she headed toward the door.

  “She’s a beautiful woman,” Diego said.

  Storm rubbed his chin. “Yes, she is.”

  “And very talented. You’re a lucky man.”

  Storm frowned. “What do you mean, talented?”

  At Storm’s harsh expression, Diego shook his head. “Hey, man. All I meant was she’s quite an artist.”

  Storm compressed his lips and nodded. What the hell was wrong with him?

  He stared at Diego, who had a raw sexuality women seemed to love. It was one thing to trust Melanie, and he did, but quite another to get comfortable with other men noticing her. Wanting her.

  “She’s been creating these artist cards with her original artwork on them,” Diego continued. “They’re for trading, but people at the shows snap them up. I think we should have her do artwork for posters and album covers for the band.”

  “That’s a good idea. I’m sure she’d like to see her work get that kind of attention and it would be good merchandizing for the band.”

  They paid for dinner, then convened in the bar. After their discussions about the show and how they’d fit Storm back into the tour, they sat back and enjoyed some drinks. After a few hours, Storm excused himself, anxious to join Melanie in bed.

  “Hey, man. I’ll go back with you,” Diego said.

  When they got outside, Storm hailed a cab and soon they were back at the hotel. Diego had obviously had a few too many. He swayed and Storm grabbed his arm to steady him.

  “The elevator’s over here, buddy.” Storm pushed the UP button and when the doors opened, he steered Diego inside.

  “Thanks, man. You’re a good friend.” Diego slumped against the back wall as Storm pushed the button for their floor, then Diego noticed his reflection in the mirrored wall beside him and jerked back. “Oh, that’s me.” He leaned closer and stared at himself in the mirror. “You know, I don’t look so good.”

  “Ah, man, you’re not going to hurl, are you?”

 

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