Red Hot Bikers, Rock Stars and Bad Boys

by Cassia Leo

  I looked back at Lex and she was smiling and probably feeling warm and tingly about me backing her up.

  “Yes,” Nina said, “but I’m sure it was small scale. This would have national exposure.”

  “Exactly,” I said. “But like what Matty said, that’s what we need. But, I’m quite confused. Is she the head of our team or not? When we spoke on the phone, you assured me she’d be our go-to girl.”

  She pinched her lips and spit out a terse, “Yes, of course. She is.” She did not look or sound happy about that. What the fuck, lady?

  “Don’t make the mistake of doubting her,” I said. “Not for one fucking second. She’ll knock your socks off and prove you wrong every time.” My heart swelled with dizzying warmth that radiated through my whole being. I breathed deeply, new breath, with a more sharpened perspective and a certainty that I loved Alexa. I love her. No doubt in my mind. And I don’t care what anyone has to fucking say about it either. “Just give her any info she needs to kick start this thing, and she’ll take it from there and get it done. I’m excited. Let’s get movin’.”

  “I’m excited too.” Matty said.

  “Certainly,” Nina conceded in defeat with the slight bow of a geisha. “Alexa, you Raquel and I can brainstorm possible complimentary bands, and I’ll get you information by the end of tomorrow, including the best places for such a venue and a list of contact persons. We can work on our pitches. Are we looking at summer? I think that would be perfect. Like July? What’s your schedule like? Most good places will be booked. We might not be able to get in until next year even.”

  “July sounds perfect” Matty said. “We can’t wait until next year. No way. We need this thing to happen as soon as possible. We’re indie and free now, so we can do whatever the hell we want, when we want. Don’t worry about us. Just tell us when and where, and we’ll be there with our speakers amped to the max.”

  We talked some more about press releases that Alexa would be writing and some possible appearances on daytime and nighttime talk shows.

  Raquel took that ball and said she’d make a bunch of calls and get us booked on as many as possible.

  We weren’t down and out yet. Itchy Fringe was back in the game. I had no doubt about that. I felt certain we’d get our cred and respect back, and that was all thanks to my lovely, brilliant Alexa.

  * * *

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Alexa

  Well, that went better than expected. I turned off my laptop and fell back onto my mattress, pumping my fists. “Yes, yes, yes.” At least Danny’s no longer pissed at me. He backed me up, after all, and loved my idea. I gotta make up for my major flub somehow.”

  I looked out the window and spotted Jed with another beefy-looking guy in his car. Oh, I have two? Lucky me. Jed kept his promise and about keeping an eye on me without getting in my way. I saw him every now and then, but he worked and acted like a ghost or an apparition.

  After a snack, I worked on a spread for my magazine editorial class and then made plans to take my little friend Samantha out for ice skating and pizza. My brave lion girl was still kicking cancer’s ass!

  I groaned, spotting Jed in my rearview mirror when I left campus. He followed behind me, but at least he stayed in his car when I parked at the rink. This psycho chick was ruining my life. She’d better not release that tape!

  I’m not sure what Jed was looking for or how he could tell a good person from a suspicious one, but I didn’t really care how he did his job, as long as he wasn’t all up in my face.

  “Hi, Lexi. Have a nice vacation?” Samantha asked when she hopped out of the backseat of her mom’s car at the rink.

  I waved to her mom and she waved back before she took off. Too many hellacious things occurred to tell her everything, so I just said, “I wasn’t able to hit the beach with my friends, but I did get an amazing kiss from the cutest guy in the world, so that was a bonus.”

  Our skate blades clacked together as we walked into the arena.

  “The cutest guy in the world?” She gasped and slapped her lisp. “Oh my gosh! You got kissed by Harry? I would like … ab-sooo-lute-lyyy die.”

  I didn’t like her joking about death, but she punctuated it with a giggle and a funny hand-fan wave over her forehead, so that took the bee sting out of it “No, not Harry. But he is a singer. A rock star. But … you can’t tell anyone. Anyone. No one knows.”

  “Oh my goodness? Really?” she chirped, straightening the cotton cap back on her fuzzy head ’cause it had slipped down. “No one? I’m the only one?

  “The only one.”

  “Cool.”

  “You’re special. Plus, I know you can keep secrets.”

  She nodded and we laced up our skates. “Oh, I sure can and will. My lips are zipped and sealed up tight. I won’t tell a soul. I swear.”

  “No doubt. That’s why I told you. I was ready to burst and had to tell someone. The kiss was so perfect.” Hardly anyone was here on a Monday night, only four other skaters, so she was trying to teach me how to spin and skate backwards and totally cracking up at my effort.

  “Nice.”

  No matter what I was facing, I always felt better after spending time with her. She made it all seem like caramel stickiness rather than the hell it seemed to be. I truly knew nothing of hell.

  When we were done skating, we ordered bacon and broccoli pizza.

  “Excited to be graduating?” she asked when we sat in our red leather booth.

  I nodded. “Yeah, pretty much. You know that place I freelance for? They hired me part-time now, which means I’m actually employed. Even with just a couple days’ work, I’m already feeling the pressure, trying to finish my education while working at the same time. One of my friends works two jobs. She mans the library circulation desk a couple nights during the week and works at a restaurant on weekends. She had basically no free time. I don’t know how she does it. I hope it doesn’t get that hectic for me.”

  “Me too. I love hanging out with you. My friends still either give me that look like they’re sad for me or they treat me like I’m fragile. I hate it.”

  “Don’t worry. You, Samantha, are the strongest girl I know. And I mean it.”

  “Thanks.” She nodded that she loved my compliment and totally believed it. “Oh, how’s your brother? Didn’t he break his arm in a band bus crash? I forgot.”

  I blushed when she said that. I totally forgot that I told her about my patched-together family.

  “He’s not my brother, not exactly,” I insisted to her like I do to everyone else. “Our parents got hitched a few years ago right before my mom split to star in the crappiest of the lot of Sundance Film Festival films, but yeah, yeah, he broke his arm, but he’s doing okay.”

  Her brow rose after she eyed me with suspicion. She definitely noticed something about me and her shocked reaction fired anxiety into my gut. She gasped and leaned in closer. “Holy Pikachu! Ohmygod! You kissed Danny? Danny Zane?” She patted her smiling lips with both hands. “Oh, oh … you did! You kissed him!”

  “What?” I said, trying to wave her off. “I never said that.”

  “But you did, right? I can tell by your blush. He’s the cute guy you kissed. You said you kissed a rock star who’s not Harry. So it has to be him! You can’t lie to me. I have a superpower. People are always whispering around me or not telling me the truth, so I’ve learned to tell what they’re really saying and meaning by body language. I can kinda read lips too. He’s the guy you kissed! I know it. That’s why you don’t want anyone to know.”

  I covered my face and groaned. “Okay. Okay. You are right and obviously more perceptive than I ever realized. I kissed Danny Zane, okay? But people won’t get why I like him. They just hear, ‘Oh, your mom’s married to his dad? Too bad. You can’t have him then.’ So, it’s kinda complicated and maybe a little weird, yeah, but I don’t care. I don’t. I met him the summer before my senior year in high school, so it’s not like there’s anything wrong with it from my en
d. We’re not related or really brother and sister. I’ve known him just long enough to know he gives me butterflies whenever he’s around but not long enough to know every single thing about him. So, yes, I’m majorly crushing on Danny Zane … like most of the women in America.”

  “In the world,” she corrected me, then giggled. “Ohmygod. Can’t believe you kissed him! So cool.”

  “Shhhh,” I said, with my finger over my lips. “Yeah, cool. You really think it’s cool?”

  “The coolest. I don’t know anyone else who kissed a rock star. And my promise to be quiet about it still stands. Even though it makes me wanna jump up and down and shout from the rooftops, I won’t. I swear I won’t tell a soul.”

  “Well, good. Hope you don’t. I’m not ready for the world to know yet.” Among other things, like that following his commands makes me hot. I wasn’t sure if she could contain this juicy gossip, but out of anyone in the world, I trusted her the most. That’s why I picked her to tell.

  We chatted more about music and boys and my plans to move out of Danny’ house as soon as I got back. Kate and I were already in the hunt for a house or apartment to rent together. She swears on her life to be more responsible with her money. I sure hope so. As it stands, she is part of my plan to make myself less of a burden to Danny and Bill. I was so damn tired of being baggage, as Danny so kindly put it.

  I dropped Samantha off at her house before 8 p.m. and I crashed into my bed a little after that, feeling exhausted from my emotional upheaval and the deep burning desire my typical pain-in-the-ass affection for Danny had morphed into. However, I couldn’t sleep. I was fatigued but not sleepy. I hate when that happens.

  My suitemates trickled back into our home away from home, and I pretended to read as I listened to Itchy Fringe on my MP3.

  I popped an ear bud out of my ear and listened again because I thought I’d heard Danny’s assigned jingle. I flipped my phone over and I missed a call. I quickly called him back. “Danny! I know you’re probably still mad at me, but…”

  “I am mad for you. Mad-crazy. Mad-lusty.”

  “I don’t think mad-lusty’s a real phrase.”

  “Oh, sure it is. Wanna know what exactly that is?”

  “Um, I guess.” The television was on in the living room and I closed the door and set my back against it. “I mean, um, yes, tell me,’ I whispered. “What is mad-lusty?”

  “It’s where you have a broken arm, see, a fucking cast on your dominant hand, so it makes jerking-off rather difficult.”

  “Oh, yeah, I can see how that would be a big problem.”

  “Especially, if it’s already jacked up and throbbing for release. So, of course, one with such a shortcoming would need a very special aid to … get the job done.”

  I sucked my bottom lip and then smiled, praying that he was going where it sounded like he was going. “Yeah, of course.”

  “And not having such an aid on hand, as I’m sure you can clearly see and understand now, would, um, spike frustration levels to an all-time high, thus creating the very, very uncomfortable state now known as mad-lusty.”

  “So, mad-lusty’s a little like blue balls? Such a prison certainly sounds like a cruel and unusual punishment.”

  “Oh, it is, trust me. It’s so unfair.”

  My heart pounded as I slid out of my short-sleeved sweater shirt. “You know … how lucky for you then, that I just so happen to be taking off my clothes at this very moment. Oops. Bye bye, shirt. There it goes, right on the floor of my room. There are people right outside my door. They have no clue how horny I am to have you or how perky my nipples are from just hearing your voice. And this short, naughty skirt has definitely got to go. It’s the slutty kind that says I need to be spanked over your knee. You know why?”

  “I can probably guess. You are an all-around dirty, bad girl.”

  I ran my fingers along the waistband and stopped at my zipper. “Not only that. I am your dirty, bad girl.” My respiration quickened and so did my pulse. “I unzipped this skanky thing and now I’m pushing it off my thighs and kicking it with my toes to join that unneeded shirt. Wow, mmm, you should see my nipples, Danny. I was totally serious about these plump pieces of candy. They’re reaching out, pressing against my bra cups with an itch to feel your luscious, warm lips mouthing them and tugging them into softer, wetter heat.”

  “Mmm, Lex. I’ve whipped this strained cock of my jeans and I’m stroking and driving my fist down to my balls at the pulse of your pretty voice. I’m so, so hard for you, baby. Damn, I’m throbbing to fuck your marvelous, filthy brains out. Pre-cum is sliding down my tip and I’m rubbing it in with my thumb, wishing it was your tongue instead, lapping it up. I’m dying to come there are give it to you.”

  “Uh, Danny. Give it to me. I took my bra and panties off, so I’m stripped down, naked and trembling, waiting for your word. Now there’s nothing, absolutely nothing, in your way. Tell me what to do.”

  “Keep the door unlocked and go lie on your bed. Face down.”

  I smiled. “Yes, Sir.” I did and my spirit soared. I’d never felt this connected to anyone or this on fire before. My nerves fluttered and I waited for him to tell me what to do. “Okay.”

  “You’re on your bed?”

  “Yes.”

  “The door’s unlocked? Like, anyone could walk in on you at any moment?”

  “At any moment. But I’m your bad girl. I’ll do whatever you say.”

  “I want you rubbing that clit for me, Alexa. Reach down there and play dirty for me.”

  “Mmm. Yes, Sir.” I did and made me delirious. Desire waved through me and tethered me to Danny. His heavy breaths were like swipes of a whip, each one unique and jarring me with ultimate pleasure.

  “Pretend I’m lying on top of you, munching on the back of your neck and spreading your legs wide so I can slide in between them. Mmm, your pussy’s so wet and juicy for me.”

  “It is. So wet.”

  “Drive those fingers up and in, thrust in and out. I wanna fuck you, Alexa. I want that hot body. I want your soul.”

  “I’m dripping all over my fingers, Danny, as I pulse in and out. Should I be hard and fast?”

  “No, not yet, naughty slut. Go slow, let your craving for me build. I’m sliding in nice and slow. Your breathing is snatching and getting faster. You’re really touching yourself?”

  “Yep. I really am. And I’m so on fire for you. You should feel the warmth of my walls and the squeezing hug I could give to that poor mad-lusty cock of yours right now.”

  “Mmm. Now I want it faster. Push in, deep and hard. Fuck those fingers. I’m gonna pull your hair as I chomp into your shoulder until you cry out then jerk your pelvis up so I can slam into you again and again.”

  “Uh, Danny. I’m so drenched. And you’re driving me crazy. I’m gonna come, Danny. Can I come? Oh my god, I’m so damn close. Please. Please.”

  “I love that you’re asking me for permission to come. Love it.” My pants are off and I’m on my knees on the floor, squeezing my cock, wishing it was you instead my damn left hand. I’d much rather enjoy the delicious treasure you’ve got. I’m ramming, sweetie, roughly into my fist. Fuck that pussy for me. Fuck it.”

  “Mmm, Danny. Oh, you feel so damn good. Fuck me, fuck me. Yeah … yeah.” My second ‘yeah’ came out like a quiet squeal-moan. And my walls squeezed at my buried digits and soaked them in the fluid of tapped arousal. “Uuhhh.”

  He grunted, and I bit down on my pillow as my body thrashed and ached in the ecstasy of climax, reaching the destiny of perfect satisfaction. I moaned into the fluff.

  A few seconds later, he said, “Mmm, that was damn hot. You are a very special aid indeed. So glad it worked. I’m no longer mad-lusty.”

  I huffed out a million breaths as I lied on my stomach with a deeper flop of surrender buzzing anew. I nuzzled into my sheet and lost tears. “Danny?” My voice sounded cracked.

  “Yeah? What?” he said all winded.

  “Does this mean y
ou’re no longer mad at me?”

  “Oh, no, I’m mad, Lex. More than ever.”

  “You are?”

  “Yep. I think my mad-lustiness has turned to mad-love.”

  “Yeah … I think I’m in that state too. Mad-love. Sounds about right.”

  “Do you think you might have time this week to go over this special handiwork again? I might need a rerun, you know, just to be sure, the special aid works as intended.”

  “I think I can pencil you in, yeah. I’ll have my secretary get back to you.”

  “Great.”

  “Nice talking to you.” I hung up feeling so much better about my relationship with Danny. I felt really good about it. I just felt certain everyone else wouldn’t like it one bit, especially, most especially, this heinous freak-stalker I now had to worry about.

  * * *

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Danny

  After that deliciously heated discussion with Lex, I couldn’t imagine my life without her. And even though we started communicating more and speaking about everything under the sun a couple times each week over the phone as she was wrapping up her education, losing her irrevocably seemed like a very true possibility.

  She had plans to move out, which was driving me insane to think about, just her being away from me like that where I can’t keep an eye out and my hands on. But, until this stalker is caught, having her off my property and seemingly out of my life on all matters not professional would probably be the best for everyone. So it broke my heart that I had to answer her question with a repeated and insistent, “No. I still can’t come to graduation. Grandma and Auntie Carol’ll be there though. I’m sure you can see the many reasons why I can’t go. I can’t.”

  Her voice sounded broken and sent a ripple of dread through my gut as she said, “I know how much of a hassle it would be…”

  “A hassle? Quite the understatement. I’m famous. What do you not get about that? Me, showing up at a college campus right when my band’s in an upswing, thanks to the heavy dose of P.R? Not exactly smart or easy.”