by Christy Dilg
"Fuck, you have no idea how bad I do. I love seeing your fine ass like that, and if it weren't for all the people in this parking lot, I would take you right now," he teases back.
I spot Sierra running across the parking lot, wearing four inch heels. I would have tripped and fallen flat on my face if I were running in heels, but she looks so graceful. I can picture her in slow motion running on the beach like Pamela Anderson, only she is wearing heels and a tight red dress. Maybe I should have dressed up more, but I love wearing concert shirts and own about twenty-five of them. Chance helps me off the bike and stands behind me, wrapping his strong arms around me. Sometimes when I am with him it reminds me of the way teenagers engage themselves in one another. It's not just me but him, too. I love the way he pulls himself close to me when I am near him. I love feeling wanted and like I am the only woman in the room. We go inside and they set us at a table in front near the karaoke stage.
The cute little brunette hostess greets Chance and you can tell she thinks he is hot, but she also respects him because she doesn't flirt with him. He turns and introduces me to her as his girlfriend and the words make me smile. We both say hi and then she walks back to her station. The place is much like a regular bar except the stage for the karaoke is far out. The background is black with little star lights twinkling; the microphone looks like a huge pair of lips, which I imagine make the singer look quite funny. There is a fake drummer in the back, a fake male guitarist on the left, a fake female guitarist on the right, and the microphone for the singer is in the center of the stage. It looks like a stage for a famous rock star with the laser lights and setup. I look around and notice a big screen in front of the stage that shows the words to the song so the singer can see them perfectly. The owners went all out to create the feel of being a rock star on the stage.
I am a shower singer, but I have to be alone and the music has to be loud. We order our food and I end up choosing a meal called Ozzy that is chicken breast covered in creamy mushroom sauce and melted Swiss cheese, string green beans and a baked potato. Chance orders the Poison dinner that is a 12 oz. New York Strip wrapped in bacon with a homemade steak sauce drizzled on top, served with loaded mashed potatoes and broccoli. I love how cute the names are of every meal. It makes you want to try all the rock stars. I laugh to myself because I know that sounded naughty.
Chance looks at me and asks, "What's funny, babe?"
I giggle and answer with a sly grin, "Oh you know, just wanting to try all the rock stars."
He laughs at my humor and then tries to get all serious. "Oh no, you don't." I lean up against him and kiss his neck. "You don't ever have to worry about that, baby," I assure him.
He smiles. The waitress brings us our drinks and a basket full of chips and salsa while we wait on our dinner. There is a new female karaoke singer on stage singing "Hero" by Mariah Carey. Wow, her voice is awesome. Come to think of it, I haven't heard one bad singer since we walked in here. I love music and listening to the way the emotions sound in serious singers.
"I can't believe how great everyone sounds," I admit.
Chance leans over the table some to tell us the story of the bar. "The owner wanted a place where local musicians could play without feeling intimidated by the hype. Anyone can get up and sing so there isn't any pressure. If the owner thinks you are worth it, they will sign you up for a weekend slot. That is when the music scouts come out and listen to the new bands and singers. If they like what they hear, they will call them in for an interview."
"Man, that is so cool. A really interesting way to let loose and be yourself without the bag of nerves. Just get up on stage and pour your relaxed heart out in front of a bunch of eager singers. What a great idea. No wonder this place is a huge hit," I speak out.
Dinner arrives at the table and I cut into mine and stick the fork with the first bite into my mouth. It nearly melts on contact. I can't help but let out a moan at the savory flavor hitting my taste buds. Chance looks over at me and cracks a jaw-dropping grin at my noise-making abilities for food. He places his hand on my leg and his touch on top of this food and the six weeks of teasing is making me wish I were home now. A new trio gets up to sing and I don't know how much they drank but you sure can tell they drank a lot. The whole crowd starts singing along with them to the old Hank Williams song "Family Tradition." I can't help but feel the rhythm and start swaying to the beat and yelling out a "Yee-Haw."
Chance excuses himself after he has completed his meal and the waiter comes to collect the dishes. There are two dining tables on the corner of the stage and in the center is a huge dance floor. People have been dancing all night to the music and people even dance to the really bad drunken singers. The bar is on the far end of the building and lit up with bright neon colored lights with big lava lamps in the shape of beer mugs. I was in such awe at the stage when we came in I forgot to look around until Chance got up. The waiter brings us another beer and some shots, courtesy of my handsome boyfriend. We all take a swig back of our beer, and as I set mine on the table, I notice a new singer on stage.
I stare in confusion and then yell, "Chance!" I must have been loud because about ten people turned to look at me.
Chance sits on a stool and pulls the microphone down to his mouth. The hostess from earlier brings him a guitar. He nods at her and she blushes before walking away. I can't blame her for thinking he is hot, I mean, just look at him.
The music starts to play and I recognize the song, "I Cross My Heart" by George Strait. I screech.
He is looking at me as he starts to sing. I can't describe the warm feeling that flows through my veins as I listen to him sing. His deep, smooth voice bursts through the speakers all around me. I watch his long skilled fingers play chord by chord and all I want is those amazing fingers all over me. He never told me he played or that he sang. The lyrics speak to my heart and coming from the man who I know actually means them just for me means so much more. I can't imagine living without this man. In the short time we have been together we have already shared more than the entire time I was with Michael. I am so lucky to have this new path to go down with someone who is so full of new possibilities.
I look over and see Sierra grinning at me like a schoolgirl. "Did you have any idea he sang?" she asked.
"No. He never said anything and I had no idea he could play the guitar either," I explain.
"Well, he sure can sing and he looks good doing it." She winks at me.
I smile back at her and roll my eyes. Chance gets back to the table and sits down without a word. I slap him on the arm and ask him, "Why didn't you tell me you played and sang?"
His eyes narrowed just a little and, out of the side of his mouth, whispered, "Baby, I have to keep some surprises up my sleeve to keep you guessing. I love seeing the look on your face whenever you see something for the first time."
Chapter 20
He damn sure took my breath away. "I love this place. It is the perfect place to relax and unwind with friends and family. I could work here. I bet it would be fun to listen to the new artists every night." I start talking out of my head like the normal freak I am.
John chimes in, "You know the place is for sale, right?"
I look at him stunned. "Why would they want to sell it? It looks like it does great business," I say confused.
"I hear the owner's wife is sick and he needs to spend more time with her," John answers back.
"That is horrible. I hope she will be okay." My eyes droop by the news.
I couldn't imagine someone I loved being that sick and I don't ever want to see it. Chance sees the sadness in my eyes and grabs my hand and pulls it to his cheek. I lean toward him and give him a small kiss on the lips and hear the tiny groan from his throat as I pull back. As much as I love it here, it is time to go home. Chance can feel my desire as I rub my fingers back and forth on his arm. He is so polite and sweet when telling Sierra and John that I have been out long enough for my first night after being released from the doctor. The
y understand and decide to hang out for a while. Leaving the bar, I turn to Chance and tell him that I had a great evening.
"The food was amazing and I can't believe you sing and play the guitar. You sneaky little devil. I guess tonight I am going to have to punish you," I say with a frisky look on my face.
He knows where this night is leading and I can tell that he has been longing for it just like me. I straddle the back of the motorcycle and stretch forward just enough so my butt pokes up a little and the look on his face is priceless.
"Sapphire, if you don't stop with the teasing, I will fuck you right here and you will be screaming my name in pleasure while I do it," he firmly admits. He gets on the bike and I tighten my legs around him as we head to the condo.
Chance's POV
Fuck, I can't wait to get this woman home into our bed. Six weeks and I am ready to burst. The kids are staying over at their friend's house tonight so we have the whole place to ourselves. It wouldn't have mattered either way because I plan on spending as much time in the bed with this woman as I possibly can. We pull into the room I rent out in the parking garage to park my bike and store a few of my outdoor things, like skis and golf cart. She hops off the bike and shakes her hair loose after removing her helmet. Damn, if she only knew the hardness I feel in my pants after she does that. Hell, I think she would do it more often because I know she likes to get a rise out of me. I grin at my thoughts.
The building is dead empty and my dick starts thinking for me. I reach for her as she hangs the helmet off the handlebars. She grabs me and wraps her arms around my neck. Fuck, I think she is thinking what I'm thinking. Who the hell needs to go upstairs? I reach for her chin and pull her lips into mine. The taste of her mouth strengthens the passion I am feeling throughout my body. She runs her hand through my hair and down my back. She reaches the bottom of my black T-shirt and slides her hand under it.
The connection from my skin and hers has the blood pumping through my veins and has my cock standing on end. I reach behind her and grab her ass, pulling her as close to me as I can. I need to feel my cock on her and this is the best I can do without cumming and I want to enjoy this moment much longer than my body wants me to. She lets out a growl from somewhere low in her throat and I can't help but slide my tongue from the bottom to the top of her neck. I can feel the goose bumps it produces on her arms as I make it to her jaw line.
"You taste so good I could lick you all day," I whisper.
She grabs my hand, sliding it down to her pussy and leans back uttering, "If that is the case, baby, you should start here."
Oh my God, this woman is like sex on heels and I am head over them. I narrow my eyes at her and move my hands to the button of her jeans. Unbuttoning and sliding the zipper down, I slip my hand inside her pants and, of course, my little bad girl isn't wearing any panties. I can feel the moistness of her pussy as I slide one finger in and her hips move toward me as she lets out a soft moan. Her hips rock in motion with my finger moving in and out of her. I pull my finger out and place it on her lips. She shocks me once again and wraps her lips around it and starts sucking. Holy fuck! This woman, my woman has just completely baffled me. I have been with women before and she is like no other. Her need to please me and to be pleased is unlike anything I have ever felt. I take my hands and grip her jeans and pull them down to the ground. She holds onto my shoulder as I lift her leg up to slide them the rest of the way off.
Once I have completed removing them, I kiss up her leg until I reach the juicy sweet spot between her thighs. She puts one leg over my shoulder and leans back onto my bike. Fuck yes. I can't wait to make her cum all over my bike so every time I get on it I will be reminded of how I make her feel and how she makes me feel. I lick up and down and circle around her clitoris. I feel her body quiver with every movement and I watch as she enjoys the feeling. I slide two fingers in and her hips move back and forth. I lick then suck her clit as she pulls my hair and moans in ecstasy. I run my hand up her body and push her bra up to release her breasts and I rub my fingers over her already sensitive nipples. I grab one and squeeze as I lick her pussy. She runs her hand down and she starts rubbing her clit in unison with my licking and she shakes as she cums for me.
"Oh yeah, baby. Cum for me," I whisper.
After she has relaxed, I turn her around and she holds on to the bike. I undo my pants and slide my hard length into her, slamming hard enough to feel my balls slap against her ass. "Oh yeah." She reaches below and grabs my balls into her hand and the soft touch of her hand sends me sky rocketing over the edge. I brush her hair off the back of her neck and lean down to bite her as I come down from the best climax I have ever had. I can see her smile as I slowly pull myself out of her. She stands up and though she is still wearing her shirt, I can see her hard nipples through the fabric, and as a man, I can't help but stare.
"See something you like?" she asks.
"Always you, Sapphire," I tell her.
She puts her pants back on and I do the same. We grab our things and go to the elevator. It has been twice today and my dick is still hard as a rock. I don't think I will ever get enough of this woman. The elevator stops and opens to the foyer; I grab her hand and lead her into the bedroom. She is grinning ear to ear as she pulls her shirt over her head, undoing her bra and lying on the bed.
"Aren't you forgetting something, Sapphire?" I question her.
She giggles and exclaims, "Oh no, baby, I thought it was time for you to have some one on one time with my mouth."
"Hell yeah." This has to be a dream because my life can't be this good. Three times in one night and where in the hell did I get this much energy? I strip down and climb into the bed next to her. Her skin is still glistening from the parking garage and her nipples are aroused peaks that I want to suck. She wraps her hand firmly around my shaft and strokes up and down at a steady pace, sliding her hand to my balls and lightly rolling them in her hand. Watching her is almost as erotic as the act itself. Her eyes are focused on me as she takes one of her hands and brushes her hair off one shoulder to the other. The line of her neck and the way her veins pulsate as she sucks on my cock is making my toes curl and my eyes glaze over. I can no longer contain the pressure building and I try to pull back but she doesn't let me go and I just let go. She licks her lips and climbs on top of me; her smooth breasts lay on my chest. At least an hour goes by before either one of us moves.
Chapter 21
The night continues on like this until we are both out of steam and we finally fall asleep in each other's arms. Lying in bed, I decide to take Laney on a trip to Atlanta to the Fox Theatre to see the singer Hunter Hudson. He is playing and I know she loves music and I know she will love it there, plus as a bonus I know him from before when he used to sing at Mouth. Being there truly makes you feel like royalty and I want her to feel like a princess every day. I get so excited planning our trip in my head that I can't wait to get up and start the day. I hate moving her when she looks so peaceful sleeping, but I have to get this idea set in motion. I gently lay her head on her pillow and her lips part and it takes everything I have not to kiss them. I go to my desk in our office that we now share and log onto my computer. I book us at the Loews Atlanta Hotel in the Grand King for Monday evening and then I get on the phone to contact Hunter about some tickets. It sure is good to know people in high places. That's one reason why I think you should always treat those you meet with respect because you never know where they might end up, and it's also called being a gentleman.
I send the kids a text and tell them my plans and see if they would like to join us. They both decline because of plans they have already made and they are going to stay off at Brooke's until we get back. We will only be gone for a couple days and so I'm sure Laney will be okay with it. I look at the time and notice that she will be awake soon so I decide to make her breakfast. She walks in with her hair up on top of her head, sleepy eyes, and fucking stunning. I don't know how she can make simple be so beautiful but I can't take my eye
s off of her and my mind wanders off to what is under that damn robe. I shake my head so I can focus on something other than sex. I finish the bacon and place it on the plate I have already prepared for her: eggs, grits, toast and now crispy bacon.
I set it on the bar and walk to the fridge to fix her a glass of chocolate milk. She walks behind me, wrapping her arms tightly around my waist while pressing her head to my back, hugging me. I turn to look at her, but once I see her beautiful eyes I am hypnotized and I can't help but to grab her face and kiss her smiling lips.
"Why are you so good to me?" she asks me.
"I think you deserve a perfect world," I explain back.
She has more to say and I want her to know she can always talk to me about anything. No holding back.
"Sapphire, what's going on in that head of yours?" I push her for an answer.
She pulls away from me just a little and leans against the counter. She looks down at her feet and bites her bottom lip. After a few seconds she finally opens up to me.
"Chance, after being married for so many years to a man who saw me as disgusting, I wonder what you see that he didn't. How can one person find me so gross and another find me so attractive?" she whispers.