by Kylie Parker
“Actually, you can.” Olivia murmured, arising to her feminine, 5’6” stature. “Just be the same, loving friend you’ve been these past few months. You take good care of them in California, okay? Make sure they don’t fool around with each other.”
“Hey, that hurt!” Michelle’s loud voice echoed in the suite, bringing a smile to Helen’s face. “I would never…”
“Oh, stop it, will you?” Olivia interrupted her. “You know I’m just kidding. Get up.”
“Yeah, I do,” Michelle admitted, as she rose obligingly, while Olivia lifted her left arm. Olivia snaked it around Helen’s neck, as Helen opened her own arms. In an instant, Michelle was lost in a group hug.
“Be careful out there, alright?” Olivia whispered; “Both of you.”
“We will.” Michelle declared, leaning back. “Country girl, our flight’s in four hours. I suggest we get ready.”
Chapter Six
Michelle was just as stunned as Helen. She found it hard to believe that the same, mysterious biker they had run into in Barbados, happened to be living in Los Angeles. However, it wasn’t long before she changed the subject. She was not so anxious about her performance anymore; Helen’s pep talk had boosted her confidence. Amazingly enough, Michelle chose not to bring up work at all, during their drive to their hotel. Instead, she chose to gossip about Gina and Rick. Understanding that such a topic would help her friend relieve her stress, and eager to find out more details about the new couple, Helen listened to everything she had to say. The two of them had a wonderful time, laughing about Gina’s bossy attitude.
The following night found Helen, Michelle and James in a small dressing room in the backstage area of the venue. Olivia’s husband was anxiously flipping through the pages of his sheet music, while Michelle was busy fixing her makeup. Helen remained silent, unwilling to address his nervousness. James had not been famous for his cool temper. There was always a chance of him snapping at her; she was not going to take any chances. So, she chose to focus on her friend.
“You look wonderful,” Helen complimented Michelle, standing behind her.
“Thank you, darling,” a bright smile lit up Michelle’s face, as she eased the eyeliner down on the dresser. Noticing a big, black hat and a pair of sunglasses next to it, she turned to James.
“Are you sure the sunglasses are a good idea?” Michelle inquired. “Will you able to see anything?”
“I tried them on earlier.” James declared, reaching down to pick up his hat. “I could see just fine.”
“I hope you know what you’re doing.” Michelle added, as he put his hat on. At that moment, a hard knock on the door, followed by a loud, hoarse voice drew their attention.
“You’re up in two!”
“Oh, my God,” Michelle spoke too fast.
“It’s all going to be alright,” James made his voice as calm and steady as possible, maintaining eye contact with her as he put his sunglasses on. “Tonight’s your night.”
“Yeah, go get them,” Helen encouraged, patting her on the back; “Both of you.”
“Okay…” Michelle sucked in a deep breath, closing her eyes. “Let’s do this.”
James started towards the door, as the two women followed. Upon opening it, he turned left and into a narrow corridor. Multiple, red, green and blue lights were lit, as he walked on stage. James settled his gaze on the piano across from him, as Michelle made her way towards the center of the stage. Helen stopped just before the exit and folded her arms across her chest, as a long round of applause filled the air.
“Good evening, everybody,” Michelle spoke through the microphone. “I’d like to thank you all for coming tonight. Now, let’s have some fun. Three, two, one…”
James put his hands over the piano keys, shutting his eyes, as she gripped the microphone. The first song they would play that night was the one that had sent shockwaves throughout the music industry: “Olivia”. Helen watched, as the two artists joined each other, proving to her that she had been right to believe in them. Michelle sang with presence and passion, her smoky voice rocking the arena to its core, as James’s fingers danced slowly over the keys. Each and every lyric exploded out of her mouth, sending the audience into a flurry of emotion. James sang his wife’s name for the chorus, the echoes of his loud, powerful voice ripping through the air…
Was it a dream – Was it a lie
An illusion of a life so far away
A whisper of fate – A breathless sigh
Or a tiny spark in my lightless day
Frozen inside my love you found me
Broken heart in a world of pain
Shadow of the one I used to be
A shattered wolf, howling in the rain
Olivia, my heart’s on fire
Olivia calls out my name
Olivia, my burning desire
Olivia, my dying flame
Your eyes like a river they flowed
Love so strong in my aching soul
Blinded by greed this love you sold
Bound by lust – acting a role
Lying on the snow my heart is bleeding
Scent of betrayal lingers in the air
Pale moon through the trees is peeking
This lonely night is my cross to bear
Olivia, my heart’s on fire
Olivia calls out my name
Olivia, my burning desire
Olivia, my dying flame
Michelle loosened her grip on the microphone, as James pressed the keys with passion for the outro. The capacity crowd didn’t wait for him to play the last few chords. A few seconds before the end of the song, most of them rose from their seats and burst into a loud, warm round of applause. Michelle slowly opened her eyes and looked out into the ecstatic crowd, with a broad smile on her face, as Helen frantically clapped her hands. Unlike their first time on stage, James remained seated and turned to the crowd, savoring every second of this.
You guys were made for this. Helen thought to herself. Your voices and instruments are always in perfect harmony. You have heart; soul. What is more important than that? I’d love to stay here for the rest of the show, but I need to get ready for my date. I’ll have plenty of chances to watch you later.
Chapter Seven
Despite Helen’s expectations, Michelle and James were having so much fun that, a few minutes before eleven, they were still on stage. She would not wait until the end of the concert. Instead, Helen picked up pen and paper and left them a note on the dresser:
“Sorry, but I had to go. I had a date.
See you tomorrow.
P.S. Great job out there tonight.”
With a heart full of anticipation, she left the backstage area and headed for the side exit. She checked the clock on her cell phone, as her footsteps led her out of the building. Just when she walked outside, she realized that Marcus was already there, waiting for her on his Harley.
“You’re late.” He said, with a teasing smile on his pointy face.
“Hey.” Helen gave a short laugh, sauntering towards him. “How long have you been here?”
“Just a few minutes,” Marcus replied, tossing a small, black helmet towards her.
“Thanks.” She chirped, snatching it out of the air. “Where are we going?”
“Someplace you don’t get to see very often.” He murmured, pressing the ignition button.
“I’m sorry, what?” Helen squinted at him.
“Just hop on.” Marcus urged, as his smile turned into a grin. “You’ll know soon enough.”
Curiosity growing, she put her helmet on and obliged. This time however, Helen would not place her hands on the holds under the seat. Leaning forward, she rested her head on his back and circled her arms around his waist. The fine smell of leather filled her nostrils, as they rode off.
Again, what’s with all the secrets? ‘Someplace I don’t get to see very often’? What is it? An apartment? A dance club? Okay, that would be a very bad joke. I don’t know where you’re
taking me, Mr. Biker. All I know is that it feels amazing to be riding on the back of this baby. I just love how free it makes me feel. I’m even starting to like the noise.”
For more than twenty minutes, the iconic motorcycle devoured mile after mile, adding to Helen’s excitement. The feeling was much more intense than the night before. After all, the ride was much longer and they were going a lot faster. The open face helmet she had on allowed her to feel the rushing wind on her skin. As a matter of fact, Helen enjoyed this so much that she caught herself wishing she had experienced this much sooner. And, not long afterwards, she discovered that they were not going towards the downtown area. On the contrary, they were headed towards the beach.
So, that’s where you’re taking me. Maybe I should have known. You and Mr. Grumpy have been talking about me. You called me ‘mountain girl’ last night. Now, you’re giving me something I’ve been missing out on since the day I was born. I’m so excited that I want to grab you and kiss you.
Marcus entered a large, luxurious, beachside property, surprising Helen even further. She couldn’t help but gaze out at the calm waters, as his motorcycle slowly rolled to a halt in the driveway. The moon cast its reflection on the ocean, taking her breath away, as the scent of salt filled the air.
“Earth to Helen?” Marcus waved a hand in front of her face. “Are you still with me?”
“I’m sorry,” she said, as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “It’s just so pretty out here.”
“The view’s even better from the porch.” He stated. “Come on. Follow me.”
Helen averted her gaze from the sea, but, as she turned her head right, she was shocked to her core. She had been staring at the waters for too long to notice the massive beach house. Straight away, suspicion crept into her mind.
“What do you do?” She asked, as they climbed up the staircase.
“I’m a mechanic,” Marcus claimed, his voice calm and steady.
“Mechanics don’t make that much where I come from.” Helen’s voice was dripping with irony.
“It’s not mine. It’s my cousin’s. He’s out of town.” His tone was indignant enough to relieve her suspicion. Marcus peeled off his leather jacket and tossed it on the table. He then turned his body left and sat down on the porch swing, before bringing his gaze up to her face. “Care to join me?”
“You seem to know an awful lot about me.” Helen remarked, seating herself beside him.
“James likes you a lot.” Marcus spoke, leaning against the swing. “He doesn’t like too many people.”
“Yeah, that’s true.” Helen smiled, leaning against him. “Can I ask you something?”
“Shoot.”
“How come he didn’t invite you to his wedding?” Her question put him in an awkward position. Marcus clenched his jaw, dragging his gaze away from her.
“My guess is he didn’t know where to find me.” He sighed, running his hand through his hair. “I used to be in the military.”
“You were in the military?” Helen’s voice became high-pitched, as she slid her index finger up his forearm.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly in a sweet tone, moving her gaze over his face. The large, scorpion tattoo on his shoulder caught her eye.
“Hey, that’s some nice ink,” Helen commented. “Why did you get it?”
“You’re a curious little girl, aren’t you?” Marcus teased, as his smile reappeared. “Why this, why that…”
“I sure am,” she admitted, her voice lowering to a husky whisper, as she gazed deep into his eyes. Marcus wrapped his right arm around her upper back and held her close, as Helen tilted her head up. His gentle, passionate kiss swept her away from asking any more questions. The feel of his full lips on her mouth made her entire body tingle, as she swung her right leg over him and climbed on top. Wetness slid down Helen’s thighs, as Marcus took her in his embrace. The fine hairs of his beard grazed her skin, as she cupped his face in both of her hands. She could feel his hard muscles underneath her, as he caressed her back through the fabric of her top. Marcus slid his hands down her back as Helen pressed herself into him. He pulled her top up and over her head, before she tilted her head down once again.
“Your skin is so soft.” He whispered in her mouth, his hands returning to her back, as he claimed her lips once more. Marcus deftly unclasped her bra, his breathing heavy, as Helen pushed her fingers into his hair. Her nipples rubbed against his chest, as she felt his hardening manhood through his pants. Their kiss was becoming more demanding by the second. Slowly, Helen began to slide back and forth against his cock, as if she had been trying to intensify the sensation. Marcus’s hands crept around her hips, before he moved them up her body. A low, guttural grunt escaped him, as he wrapped his fingers around her big, supple breasts. Holding onto his shoulders, Helen tilted her head back as he squeezed them. Marcus then pressed them together, kissing her on the chin, as she quickened her pace.
“God, you’re so hard.” Helen whimpered, gripping him tighter, as he kissed his way down her chest.
“You’re one wild country girl.” Marcus grunted, trapping her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. He pulled at them gently, forcing a deep, loud moan out of her. Helen had lost control, but she didn’t care. She was in his arms, feeling his big, stiff cock between her legs, as he stroked her breasts. Marcus’s lips reached her chest, as she leaned forward. Slowing down, she slid her hands across his shoulders, watching as he planted hot, quick kisses all over her chest. Marcus pinched her nipples lightly, as he moved his mouth to her left breast. Running her hand up his neck, she slipped it into his hair, as he stuck his tongue out.
“Awwwww, baby!” Helen moaned, grabbing a fistful of his hair, as she felt the moist tip on her hard, swollen nipple. Marcus flicked his tongue over it, squeezing her breasts, as she pressed her crotch against his groin. By now, she was so wet that her juices had seeped through her panties. But still, she would not ask him to take her to bed. Helen was enjoying every single second of his worship, as the gentle sound of waves, splashing onto the sand filled her ears. Marcus’s beard brushed her tender skin, as he sucked on her breast, sending every nerve in her body into overdrive. He pushed her right one upward one last time, before sliding his hand down her side. Squeezing the soft flesh of her hip, he pulled her closer and then moved his hand further down her body.
“God, you’re turning me on.” She whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut, as he grabbed and held onto her ass cheek through her jeans. Still, that moment did not last long. Marcus released her and reached his arm towards the table. Slipping his hand into the right pocket, he pulled out a set of keys.
“We should get inside.” He said, his voice raspy, as he laid one last kiss on her breast. His arm snaked around her chest. Helen felt his muscles flexing. A pretentious scream fled her lips, as he slowly rose. Marcus turned around, as she curled her legs around his hips. She rested her head on his shoulder, as he unlocked the door. He walked into the living room, as she kissed his firm skin. Several beams of moonlight were coming through the window to the left. He kicked the door shut and held her tighter. Swaggering towards the couch under that window, he eased her down. Marcus leaned back and pulled his tee up and over his head. The moonlight glistened on his massive arms, his rock-hard pecs. Helen leaned her back against the couch, staring at his chiseled abs, as he sat down on his knees. He took her shoes off in a hurry, maintaining eye contact with her, as she unbuttoned her jeans. Reaching up, Marcus hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her pants. He pulled her panties and jeans down and off her feet. The sight of her naked pussy made him lick his lips like a hungry predator. Bending his head down towards her, he wrapped his left arm around her thigh and eagerly pulled her closer. Marcus closed his eyes, as his other hand landed on Helen’s inner thigh.
“Oh, my God!” She moaned, squeezing her eyes shut, as she felt his lips on her clit. Caressing her silky flesh, he stu
ck his tongue out, as she reached towards him. Helen threaded her fingers through his hair, the sexy sounds of her arousal over his deep grunts, as he traced slow circles around her clit. Marcus brought his right hand closer to his face. Helen gripped the cushion hard, as his fingertips made contact with the tender flesh of her pussy. Sliding his index and middle fingers up and down, Marcus pulled her clit into his mouth, forcing a louder moan out of her, as she tossed her head back. Marcus nibbled on her nipple, using his thumb to tease her entrance, as she grabbed his hair. Helen tilted her head forward once more, her thigh muscles flexing faster and faster, as his mouth sent waves of delight up and down her spine. The sight of his face on her pussy and his masculine back added to her arousal. But, it was his next move that sent her senses into an overdrive. Marcus slowly pushed his middle finger through wet folds of her womanhood, darting his hot, wet tongue against her clit.
“Yeah, that’s it!” She groaned, biting her lower lip, as she banged her hand against the cushion. “I’m going to come!”
“Sweet, juicy pussy.” He grunted as her juices flowing down his skin, as his finger got lost in her depths. Helen gasped for breath, loving his sensual touch, as she pressed his head onto her. Desperate for even more stimulation, she did not stop at that. Taken over by lust, she bucked wildly up against him, as her moans filled the room. The shimmer of orgasm fluttered through her body, as his deep, hard penetration sent her over the edge. Helen’s body quivered, as she was overtaken by a swift, aggressive orgasm that had her legs shaking with pleasure. Marcus flicked his tongue across her clit once again, sliding his finger out of her dripping wet pussy, as she eased her grip on his hair.
Arising to his imposing, 6’3” stature, he kicked his boots away. Helen was still panting for breath, as he pulled his pants down and off his feet. Her pussy throbbed with anticipated desire, as Marcus finally exposed his cock. Precum was dripping down his long, rock-hard shaft. He wrapped his fingers around it and squeezed one more, thick drop out of the tiny hole on the head. Turning around, he seated himself beside her. Helen swung her right leg over him, settling her gaze on his face. She tilted her head down, as he took her in his embrace. Their lips locked in a long, fiery kiss, his hands travelling down her body, as she felt his cock rubbing against her clit. Removing his right hand from her, Marcus gripped the base of his shaft, as she circled her arms around his neck.