by Kristen Echo
He pulled his pants down to his ankles. Gyrating his hips and stroking his cock to prove his point. The man had no shame. His bare, white ass was on full display for anyone driving down the highway.
Pete scrambled to his feet and stepped away from Nathan. “You’re an asshole. Just cause I’m bi doesn’t mean I would touch your dick even if it was the only cock left on earth. You’re not my type.”
“I’m everyone’s type,” Nathan exclaimed.
Tyson rolled his eyes. As much as it pained him to admit, he had to agree. Nathan Prime appealed to everyone gay or straight. The strong jaw, high cheekbones, six-pack abs, and piercing blue eyes charmed both sexes. The guy got more pussy than anyone else he knew even before he joined the band. “Put your shit away before the cops cite us for indecency again.”
They’d kicked off the tour with a gig in a small prairie town that didn’t appreciate their antics. Apparently mooning was an offense that earned each of the five band members a hefty fine. Tyson had laughed his ass off for a good week from that one, since he’d been dismantling the equipment when it happened. In truth, his wallet thanked him for missing the action.
“What the… your hairy ass is the last thing I need to see right now. Move,” Brody said with a hand over his mouth. He crawled out of the van and tumbled onto the gravel.
“Fine.” Nathan tucked his junk in his pants and laughed at their drummer. “Lightweight,” he joked as Brody doubled over and emptied his stomach onto the chalky rocks.
“One of these days you will wind up in the hospital or dead. Lay off the hard stuff.” Peter marched towards Brody and rubbed his back, but Brody pushed his hands away. “If you died, you’re not going down a rock legend.”
“Probably not, but you fuckers would care. Let me finish up here and we’ll get back on the road. Once we get there, Ty would you mind putting out more posters? The venues haven’t done shit for promotion. If we want to tour again, we need to sellout.” Brody wiped his mouth then blew chunks next to Nathan’s puddle of urine.
The guys were playing hard, on stage and off. Unfortunately, those days were coming to an end. Once the tour ended, they’d all go back to the same old routine. Tyson didn’t have the same luxury. He’d left a mess behind him and wasn’t eager to return. Labor Day weekend had come too quickly.
Tyson exhaled, blowing his long bangs away from his eyes. “Sure thing, B. There’s water in the cooler for you to rinse your mouth.” He stepped around the sick drummer and climbed back into the van.
The rest of the guys were still snoring. Party all night and sleep all day. It’s too bad he didn’t have the talent to be part of the band. His friends had the potential to make it big. Though he couldn’t see himself being a roadie forever. Life on the road had a certain appeal, but he preferred sleeping in the same bed every night. He looked around and smiled. Living in the mountains wouldn’t be so bad.
“What the hell are you smiling about? Let’s rock!” Nathan screamed over the music once everyone was seated.
The old van’s engine whined as Tyson merged into traffic. It chugged through the mountains in protest. The view took his breath away. Mountains as far as the eye could see. Lush greenery with snow-covered tops even in the summer.
“We’re here,” he said a few minutes later as they turned into the town.
Someone farted in their sleep. Even with the windows down the stench wafted his way. Fuck, right about then anything smelled better than the van.
A group of young women stood near the entrance to a resort, holding what he could only assume was a map. They looked lost, each pointing in different directions. He smiled as a woman with platinum-blonde hair and fire-engine-red highlights stomped her foot, crumpled and tossed down the paper in her hand. Her back was to the road. Her tiny waist and big luscious ass made his cock stir. It hadn’t done that in months.
He’d bet his left nut they smelled good. He’d been cooped up with these men for too many hours. The blonde firecracker was unintentionally shaking her ass as she waved her hands, trying to get her friends’ attention. The two women facing him were hot. All were wearing short skirts and showing off their tanned legs. His eyes remained fixed on the woman with the curves.
The firecracker had an hourglass figure that appealed to him. Her body rolled and swayed in all the right places. A body made for dancing and fucking. His hand covered his crotch unconsciously. He adjusted himself as she kicked the paper into the road. He slowed down but couldn’t avoid it.
Nathan stuck his head out of the window and whistled at the ladies as they drove past. Tyson glanced over his shoulder and caught all three women flipping them the bird. He loved Banff already. Hot feisty women and hot springs.
A lightbulb went off in his head. “I’ll drop you guys at the springs. You can relax and get cleaned up there since we don’t have a room tonight. We made good time, so we’ve got a couple of hours before showtime. Tomorrow is a night off then we get a room in Canmore. The last show of the tour.” He kept his eyes on the road as he drove.
The town was busy with lots of people milling about, crossing the street when they shouldn’t be. It had a quaint small-town vibe, but the pedestrian traffic of a big city. There were so many tourists.
“We’ll find a place to crash,” Brody yawned.
“We always do.” Nathan turned towards him and gave him a high five.
Once they arrived at the hot springs, the rest of the sleeping beauties woke up. They were grumbling, but one step outside and all of them smiled. There’s something about the fresh mountain air and the views. Mountains and hot ladies in bikinis. He unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, ready to get wet.
“Not so fast, big guy. You got work to do.” Nathan pushed a handful of flyers against his chest.
Tyson looked around. His eyes landed on two women wearing nothing but strings. His dick barely registered a response. He looked down, coaxing his man to wake the fuck up. He shook his head, frustrated.
“You need to get that bitch out of your head. You have fucked no one all summer and there’s been some top-shelf pussy around,” Nathan said, throwing an arm over his shoulder.
“I’ll fuck when I’m good and ready. You guys don’t know what it’s like to be in love and then get crushed. When that happens to you, come talk to me. Until then, keep your bullshit advice to yourselves.” Tyson stepped away from Nate. He’d listened to them bitch at him for weeks. The same song on repeat and he was sick of it.
“If you don’t use it soon, it might shrivel up and die.” Brody inhaled and coughed. “Smells like shit here. Did one of you fart?”
Pete laughed and slapped Brody on the back. “It’s Sulfur. We’ll get used to it.” He took off his shirt and draped it over his arm. “I try not to give relationship advice since I’m probably never going to commit to anyone, but move on, Ty, it’s time.”
Grant smiled. His boy next door dimples flashing for the first time in a while. “You can’t force love. But there’s nothing wrong with testing the waters.” He looked at the water then back at Pete. “It stinks, but like Pete said, we’ll get used to it. Last one in pays for shots!” He pulled his shirt off and ran towards the water.
He watched the guys strip down and dive into the warm water. Tyson wished he could stay and play, but he had work to do. The guys had a point, he should stop brooding and move on. Except, he didn’t need to test the waters to know how great being in love could be. He wasn’t interested in meaningless fucking. Being with the same woman and learning her body inside and out was so much better. He’d had his share of one-night stands before meeting Karen. Even thinking her name hurt. Months apart hadn’t dulled the ache. He had to let her go. It’s not like he planned on ever taking her back.
He took a quick detour to the men’s washroom and splashed water on his face. There was a row of open showers along one side. The promotion could wait. He stripped and took advantage of a nice cold rinse.
Thirty minutes later, he parked the van on some side str
eet a few blocks from the main drag. The bar where they’d be performing had in fact done nothing for promotion. He checked around the building and a block down. The promotion consisted of one line across the door. He had his work cut out for him. He distributed flyers to every open business and taped them to light posts.
Tyson wasn’t pretty like Nathan or Pete, who could sell ice to the Inuit. His big build and tats intimidated people. He made them nervous. It worked in his favor to keep the rowdies in check during shows, but he wasn’t much of a salesman. Still, he did what he could to bring in the crowds.
Two women walked by and they eyed him over. They were cute, but he wasn’t attracted. He was beginning to think Karen had broken him. He let them look their fill and smiled. “If you’re looking for the hot spot tonight, it’s here.” He handed a tall brunette his last flyer. It was an old school promotion tactic, but it still worked.
“Thanks,” she said, running her finger over his hand. “What kind of music? We’re not really into hard rock.” Her eyes ghosted down to his crotch as she said those words.
He let go of the paper and watched her fingers dance along the rim of her shirt, dipping into her cleavage. Nothing. Not even a tiny twitch of interest. He shrugged his shoulders.
“Check out their website. It’s more alternative.” He leaned in close. “I promise you won’t be disappointed,” he whispered in her ear.
She giggled and nodded. “Sounds interesting. See you around.” The brunette winked and sauntered off, shaking her hips as she went.
His eyes followed her. Not because he was interested, but because she was putting on the show for him. Overly confident women held no appeal for him. Karen hadn’t lacked an ounce of confidence and look where that got him. Tyson shoved his hands in his board shorts pockets. Why couldn’t he move on?
He walked backwards a few steps and bumped into something soft. The fresh, sweet scent of vanilla and chocolate hit him hard, making his mouth water. “I’m sorry,” he said, turning to find platinum-blonde shoulder-length hair with fire-engine-red highlights. His hands landed on her waist to stop her from falling over. His dick did more than twitch and he smiled at the firecracker before him.
CHAPTER THREE
Bria ♥
“I ’m sorry, I didn’t see…” The words died off her tongue when rough hands touched her waist. Bria looked up from the ground, and two dark brown eyes pierced through her. They matched his hair which was almost black. She stumbled backwards, but he prevented her from tumbling over by gripping her tighter.
“Easy. Did I hurt you?” His question caught her off guard as his hands pulled her closer. His masculine scent invaded her senses. The pheromones transferring between them made her blush.
How could he have hurt her when they’d only just met? It’s not like he’d embezzled millions from her bank account. Her mind raced as she drank him in. There was something familiar about him, but she’d never met him before. It took her a moment to sort through her thoughts as she stared back into his dark eyes. “I… am fine. Are you okay?”
Her hands landed on his forearms to steady herself and a wave of arousal traveled over her. His arms were thick and hot, nearly searing her. Her knees went weak. She’d never had a reaction so strong to someone in her entire life. Her nails dug into his skin to steady herself.
His soft chuckle was at odds with the rugged man in front of her. His grip tightened on her hips. He was built solid like a fortress. His sleeveless arms were covered in black ink. She licked her lips as she perused the art slightly faded by the sun.
It was beautiful. Celtic patterns down one and a fire breathing dragon down the other. Every inch had something. She peered back at his face and noticed a jagged scar by his left ear and several smaller, more weathered ones across his cheeks. They somehow added to his appeal. He was probably the sexiest man who’d ever laid a hand on her.
“I don’t think someone tiny like you could hurt me,” he said as she caught him staring at her lips. His minty breath reminded her how close they stood. Their bodies were only inches apart. He still held onto her hips and she wondered when he’d let go. Not that she wanted him to.
She chewed her lower lip and his nostrils flared. It was an interesting reaction and one she hadn’t expected. It seemed like he wanted to kiss her. That was craziness. But even more insane was her desire for him to do it.
“No one has ever called me small,” she said, staring at his lips.
Without heels, Bria stood almost six feet tall. She had a solid build like her father, and neither would be compared to stick figures. She had meat on her bones which she had accepted and embraced. Until Klein had messed with her psyche. Her self-confidence had yet to recover.
Standing next to this man though, she felt small. He was taller and broader. Yet, the way he said tiny made her self-conscious suddenly. Especially with his hands on the widest part of her body. She cast her eyes down again. He wore open-toed sandals and his feet were massive compared to hers. She wasn’t sure why she told him that. Her brain had malfunctioned and all she could think about was kissing. Maybe having his hands move south between her legs. She shook her head, but those naughty thoughts remained.
“You’re miniscule compared to me. I’m double your size.” He tilted her chin up, their eyes meeting again. “Are you sure I didn’t step on your foot or something?”
“No… No harm done.” She laughed, letting go of his arms. He let go too and stepped back. His size and tattoos should have scared her, but she remained rooted in place. There was something so alluring about his dark eyes. “Have we met before?”
That’s when it hit her. He looked exactly like the dream man she’d conjured in her head. The man she’d seen on the side of the highway. A replica, only hotter.
The stranger eyed her from top to bottom, and his smile alluded to his liking what he saw. She chewed her lip again, waiting for him to say something. His stare was intense, and she shuffled from foot to foot.
All the talk of sex had propelled her into a state of arousal. It was so bad, she’d left the girls at the last store so she could walk it off. They’d talked about sexual positions then Kelly had explained in vivid detail the last time her boyfriend went down on her. It had all been in good fun, but it was too much. Way too much for a girl who hadn’t been touched in over two-and-a-half months.
“I drove by you earlier. You had two other chicks with you, but we never officially met. If memory serves, you flipped us off.”
She swallowed a mouthful of dry air. Did he say get off? With her eyes half-lidded, Bria stared at his full lips and chewed on her own. She wanted to feel them on her, everywhere.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Um… lips,” she said without thinking, then gnawed on her own even more to stop herself from telling him the truth.
“Do your lips taste good?”
“Excuse me?” Her cheeks flushed, and it had nothing to do with the hot, summer sun shining and burning a hole in her backside.
He cocked his head to the side, toying with her. “You keep chewing on them. They must taste good.”
She laughed. “Is that a pickup line?” They were standing in the middle of a sidewalk staring at each other for a moment after he spoke. People had to maneuver around them to get by.
“Call it curiosity,” he said, stepping closer and invading her personal space. His body heat radiated towards her. It felt like the sun was shining on her from both sides, making her sweat. “You’ll know when I am coming on to you.”
“Oh.” Bria straightened her posture, refusing to let him know how those words affected her. He’d rendered her into a puddle of hormones and desire. She couldn’t get her mind out of the gutter.
So what if his lips reminded her of ripe, juicy, red strawberries she wanted to bite?
So what if he looked hotter than the man of her dreams?
None of that mattered. She couldn’t let hormones dictate her life. That was silly. She wiped her brow, remo
ving the sweat accumulating there. “How will I know? Would you be bold and kiss me?”
What was she saying? This wasn’t like her at all to hit on a stranger in broad daylight. She cleared her throat. “Or would you say something sweet and nice?”
He laughed again, deep and throaty. The sound rolled over her like a sensual touch. It didn’t help her current predicament. “There is nothing sweet or nice about me.”
“I guess you’d kiss me then… if you’re interested?” she challenged.
She waited for him to respond, but he continued staring at her. Those dark eyes burning into her. It was too much. After a minute, she lost her confidence and stepped sideways, towards the building and out of the sunshine. Her tank top clung to her body, and she pulled it away from her chest, fanning her body.
When she looked back at him, his smile reached all the way to his ears. Why couldn’t he have had crooked nasty teeth or something to make him less attractive? She placed her hands on her hips.
The mystery man cocked an eyebrow, closing the small distance between them. “I don’t make a habit of kissing strangers on the street. Regardless how sexy they are,” he said, leaning one arm against the building.
“You… think I’m sexy?” She smiled and licked her lips, taunting him to act.
“When we kiss…” His voiced lowered, and he leaned in so close his hair caressed her shoulder. “You’ll know my intentions loud and clear.”
She swallowed hard. There was no witty comeback. No words that didn’t involve telling him to take her right there on the sidewalk. She’d become a hot mess.
He reached out. His finger danced along her cheekbone before sliding over her shoulder. The moment he touched her again, heat traveled from her face to between her legs. He pushed her against the brick building. The shade didn’t stop her from being hot all over. She glanced at his hand. It was massive. Long and thick. She wondered what other appendages might match.
Bria gulped, batting her lashes at the tall, dark distraction. Would it be wrong to kiss him? She could make the first move. Right? A few hours with her sex-crazed friends had really done a number on her. She was wound so tight.