by Sadie Savage
“Hey, thanks,” the guy said. He put back the book he’d been holding, and took the one she offered. He was taking her suggestion. At least Summer could count that as a small victory.
Once she’d led him over to her podium and he’d paid for the book with cash, he looked at her as if for the first time. “Are you doing anything tonight?”
Oh no, she thought. The last thing she needed was yet another cheater in her life. “But you just bought a present for…”
“For my little sister,” he finished for her. He flashed a grin and Summer held onto the podium, doing her best to make it seem like a normal thing to do and not something that was necessary in order to keep her legs from giving out.
Whoa, but he had a gorgeous smile!
“Oh,” she said. “Well, I’m here the rest of the night.”
He leaned in a little so that only she could hear him. “Can you not be?”
Summer looked around, blushing. No one else was even near them or paying attention. Some people had started to come in and be seated in the restaurant, so the staff would be busier over there. She knew that she had a waitress shift later during the concert. She also knew that Megan was so very into the emotions of the day this year, so there happened to be a chance that she could leave, if she gave the appropriate excuse…
“Tell me your name first,” she said, watching him as he tucked the brown-bagged book into his back pocket and put his helmet back on his head. “I don’t want to spend Valentine’s Day with a guy if I don’t even know his name.”
There was that smile again. He looked her straight in the eye. “Eric,” he said, keeping his already velvety voice soft and secretive as though his name was something that mere mortals weren’t supposed to know.
She kept her eyes on his and swallowed nervous-excitedly. “Summer,” she said. “Like the season.”
CHAPTER TWO
Heroes Just For One Day
As expected, Megan squealed when Summer asked to have the night off for an impromptu date. She called in someone else to cover for her, but it turned out that there were more than enough people working there as it was and they would be able to handle the crowd that Megan had imagined would come for the show. Summer wasn’t really worried about that; she just hoped losing out on a night of tips for this Eric guy was going to be worth it.
“Have you ever been on a motorcycle before?” he asked her as he tossed the bagged Gaiman book into his motorcycle’s storage space under the seat. He pulled out a spare helmet and closed the seat back down so it was secure.
Summer thought about it. She could lie and say that she had, of course she had, but she did not want to start their… whatever this was on a foundation of a lie. She didn’t want to lie just to seem cool; that was the sort of thing she had sworn off ever since it had gotten her into trouble once in high school.
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “I’d never actually even thought about it befo—ahh!” She let out a screechy yelp as Eric lifted her up and placed her, gently, onto the back of the seat.
He laughed at her reaction, looking around to make sure no one had overheard and thought something bad was going on. “Calm down,” he said. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
She blushed a little but smiled at him. He climbed onto the seat in front of her and made sure that both of their helmets were securely clipped on before kicking off.
“Can I see your license first?” she asked him.
“What are you, an undercover cop?” Eric asked with another laugh. He pulled out his wallet and handed over his card. It wasn’t his actual license, though. It was like a business card.
Summer read over it, smirking and narrowing her eyes at him. “Eric Daniels, The Celestial Sentinels, VP.” She handed it back to him. “What the hell does that mean?”
He grinned, placing the card back into his wallet and his wallet back into his jeans. “It’s a motorcycle club,” he said. “And I’m its vice president.”
With that, he started the engine and took off down the street. Letting out another squawk, Summer grabbed on tightly to his middle. It felt weird to her to be clutching this stranger, but she did not exactly have another choice.
“Where are we going?” she yelled over the sound of the bike’s growling motor. She realized that she had assumed it was a date, he hadn’t exactly said it was. Now she berated herself for not asking these important questions before hopping on his motorcycle and riding off into the night.
Suppose he was planning to kill her?
Then she remembered his kind face. No, he couldn’t be like that. He was surprisingly sweet for a guy who rode this fast, loud deathtrap.
“It’s supposed to be a surprise,” he yelled back. “I hope you like beer.”
She smiled. “That didn’t really answer the question, but okay.” She rested her cheek against his back as Eric skillfully drove her around, through all of the looping streets of the city. He took her away from the city center and she was starting to wonder if his plan was just to take her back to his place, but then he stopped the bike outside of a small dive bar.
“Sunny’s,” she read on the glowing sign.
Eric helped her down off the motorcycle and stored the helmets away under the seat. “It’s not the most romantic place, I admit, but I had a feeling that you’d gotten enough of Valentine’s Day from the way your store was decorated.”
Summer grimaced. “Yeah… Today’s not exactly my favorite holiday.” Especially not anymore.
He opened the door for her and she went inside. As she had anticipated, it was a small, dark place, more like a cellar that the bars she usually went to. It was made primarily of bricks and it smelled of cigarettes and booze and fish. Eric led her to a booth near the bar and they sat down, her across from him. She wished that it was a little lighter in there so she could see his face better.
“Why is today not your favorite holiday?” he asked her, looking over the menu and stealing more than a few glances up at her. “Did your job wear it out?”
She shook her head. She didn’t really want to go into what had happened with Tom. It was still so fresh, and she had a feeling that this handsome biker guy did not want to know that, until very recently, she had been married.
“I’ve just never had a lot of good luck on this day,” she explained. “It might not even have anything to do with the holiday. Maybe February 14th is just a cursed date for me.”
Eric raised his eyebrows a little at her. “Aww, well, I hope this won’t be considered a cursed date.”
So it was a date!
A waitress came over before Summer could comment on that. Eric ordered himself a beer and looked to her to see what she wanted. “I’ll have a Stella,” she said. Belgian ales were the only kind of beer that Summer could really stomach.
Once the waitress was gone, Eric leaned forward towards Summer. “Do you want to split a spinach and artichoke dip or something?” he asked. “I don’t know how hungry you are, but I’m starved.”
She smiled and quickly read through the bar’s offered appetizers. Her stomach growled a little. Normally, she would have taken a break at Cabbages and Kings and had her dinner there. “That sounds good. I might get a sandwich or something, too, if that’s okay.”
Eric smirked an attractive, sideways smirk at her. “Of course that’s okay. I brought you here for dinner.”
“I know, but… Why?” She blushed a little, grabbing at a packet of Sweet n’ Low just to have something to fiddle with while they waited for their drinks.
“I thought you were cute,” he said. “And I figured that a cute girl like you shouldn’t be spending her Valentine’s Day alone in a small bookstore.”
The waitress came back to deliver their bottles of beer and ask about what they wanted to eat. Eric ordered the spinach and artichoke dip. Summer ordered some hummus.
He seemed amused by that. “It’s practically the only way I’ll eat fresh veggies,” she explained, sticking her tongue out at
him. “It’s funny to me that you think I’m cute. I could say the same thing about you. When you came into the shop, I thought you looked way too innocent and sweet to be riding a motorcycle.”
“Oh, looks can be deceiving,” he countered. He took a long sip of his beer.
Summer nodded. “So, who came up with the name ‘The Celestial Sentinels’? It’s not the toughest sounding name. No offense.”
He gave her a confused look. “Who says all guys who ride motorcycles have to be tough? Anyway, it’s pretty heroic to be a guard…”
She supposed that was true. “What do you do when you’re not guarding?”
He chuckled darkly. “Drink your beer.”
Summer took a sip, smiling at the taste. She didn’t drink very often, but boy did she feel like she had a pretty good reason to tonight. “My husband left me today,” she said softly, frowning at her bottle. When she looked back up, she noticed that Eric was giving her a sympathetic look.
“Why the fuck would anybody do that?” he asked, surprised and disgusted but keeping his voice low like she had because it was not the kind of conversation that everyone in the bar needed to overhear.
She shrugged sadly. “He wanted someone younger, I guess.”
“Younger?” he asked. “How old are you? …Er, if that’s not impolite. You don’t have to answer.”
“I’m twenty-nine,” she answered.
“Pfft,” Eric said. “That is definitely not old. I’m thirty.”
Summer smiled ever so slightly. “That’s ancient.”
Their appetizers came and distracted them for a few moments. She dipped a piece of celery into the hummus and ate it with a satisfying crunch. They shared the two dips and the assortment of things with which to eat them, reaching across the table when necessary.
“I’m a security guard,” he said. “Well, I was… I was fired. Let go, they called it. So I am currently looking for a new job.”
She cringed a little. That was slightly off-putting. She wasn’t sure she wanted to be dating a guy who was currently unemployed, but maybe she could help him with that. It wasn’t as though unemployment was so rare these days. “What are you doing for money for the time being?”
Eric bit his lip and slowly shook his head. At first, she thought that meant that he had no idea, but then he answered. “I have some saved up,” he said. “It’s not ideal, though. But I’ll be all right. Enough about me. What do you like to do when you’re not selling books?”
Summer let out a little laugh. She and Tom used to do a lot of things, like going on long walks and seeing movies. Lately, she hadn’t done much of either thing. She’d become a bit of a homebody. She sometimes wondered if it was depression over what she considered to be a defect. She could not have children, and that made her feel like a failure for some reason. She knew she wasn’t. She told herself she wasn’t. But she didn’t fully believe it.
“I used to hike a lot,” she said, keeping her feelings to herself. “I wasn’t hardcore or anything, but I’d go out for long walks and explore forests and stuff.”
He smiled. “You eat hummus and you love nature,” he said. “I’m dating a hippy. This is becoming a set up for a joke,” he teased. “A biker and a hippy walk into a bar…”
She finished her bottle of beer and, stopping the waitress, asked for another. She also ordered the avocado sandwich she had been eyeing. “What’s the punchline of the joke?” she asked.
Leaning across the table, Eric kissed Summer on the lips. She kissed him back, feeling as though the beer and something else were now going to her head.
They kept on drinking their beer. When her sandwich arrived, she ravenously ate it, hoping that she didn’t seem like a drunken pig or anything. She was hungry and she didn’t often have an excuse to go out and enjoy something she hadn’t made herself.
Eric watched her eat the sandwich, smiling at her and helping himself to the remnants of dip that remained on the plates before him.
“Do you mind if I say something?” he asked suddenly. He seemed pretty tipsy by now, but he was still forming sentences okay, which relieved Summer because she did not want a ride home with an inebriated motorcyclist, even if he was the vice president of a club.
She shrugged, swallowing a piece of sandwich before responding. “Go ahead.”
“I think your husband must be out of his mind insane to leave you,” Eric said. “Especially on Valentine’s Day. I mean, who does that?”
Summer looked down at her plate. “I don’t think he cared what day it was, really. I think it had been a long time coming.”
Eric shook his head, irritated with her ex and he had never even met the jerk. “Well, I guess it’s probably bad to say, but I’m glad that he walked out on you today… Because otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to take you out.”
She blushed, smiling a little. “That’s one way of looking at it.”
CHAPTER THREE
Making Love With His Ego
As soon as they were done with their food – and definitely done drinking their beers – Eric led Summer out of the restaurant and back to his motorcycle. He got their helmets out of the storage space. They put them on. Summer felt very giggly all of a sudden. “What’s the plan now?” she asked him. “What else is on your Valentine’s Day date agenda?”
He smirked and helped her onto the bike. “Wait and see,” he said, getting on in front of her.
Wrapping her arms around his waist was much less awkward when she was tipsy. She was much less concerned about who he was or what was going to happen when she had some booze in her.
They rode off down more sloping streets. At one point, she let out an excited, “Wheeee!” that made him laugh. Their motorcycle finally stopped back outside of Cabbages and Kings. She took one look at the place and made a face. “I don’t want to go back to work now,” she complained.
Eric shook his head, smiling at her. “This is where we met. I don’t know where you live.”
She grinned at him, blushing faintly. “You want to see where I live?” she asked.
He nodded and she rattled off her address. He put it into his phone’s GPS and turned up the volume. He wouldn’t be able to look at it, but he’d be able to hear the directions. At least, he hoped so.
As the bike took off once more, Summer hugged him around the waist and rested her cheek against his back, smiling. She didn’t care that he was unemployed anymore. He had saved the day for her and made her feel better. She felt determined to help her Celestial Sentinel find a new job.
Once they reached her house, Eric parked his bike in her driveway. He helped her off the bike and she excitedly took his hand. Last time she had been in her house, she’d been miserable. She wanted Eric to fix that now, too.
“Wow, this place is big,” he said, looking around. It was a house with two bedrooms and a master bedroom. It was clearly more space than one girl could possibly need.
“It was bought with a family in mind,” she told him, closing and locking the door behind them. She tossed her keys onto the nearby kitchen counter and shoved her hands into the back pockets of her jeans.
Glancing at the pink outline of a heart on her chest, Eric came closer. He brought his face to hers and kept his mouth teasingly close to touching her mouth. “Do you still have a family in mind?” he asked her in a whisper.
She shook her head slightly. “I should warn you right now that I’m damaged goods,” she whispered back. “I can’t have kids.”
He lunged at her within that small space and suddenly his lips were on hers. He kissed her hotly and deeply, letting his tongue gently dance against hers. “You’re not damaged goods,” he said after he’d broken away, resting his forehead against hers. “You’re exactly what I’m looking for.”
With that, he lifted her up into his arms and carried her through the house, finding the master bedroom without much difficulty since it was the only room with a bed in it. He placed her gently down onto the bed and lay down so that he was practi
cally on top of her, kissing her and running his hands all over her stomach and breasts and waist.
She pulled off his leather jacket and tossed it to the floor before reaching down and undoing his fly. Bringing out his penis, she took it into her mouth and licked and sucked at it, making Eric moan as he got even harder.
After a few minutes of a blissful blowjob, he moved away a little and pulled off her jeans and panties. Then he ducked down between her legs and returned the favor, running his tongue all over her clit and lower lips.
“Ohhh,” she moaned. “Oh god!” Tom had never done this for her. He’d never been too concerned with giving her orgasms and making her want sex with him. Which was weird, considering that he’d wanted to get her pregnant.
Tom was a dick.
Eric successfully got Summer nice and wet. Then he sat back up, fingering her a little as he smirked sweetly. “Are you ready?” he asked. “Do you want this?”
Summer nodded eagerly. It felt so good to be asked. She hadn’t expected biker boy to be so polite to her. She wasn’t sure what his deal was, but she liked it. “Yes,” she said. “I definitely do.”
With her permission, he slowly pressed himself inside her. She let out a gasp and lifted her legs, wrapping them around his middle. “You’re tight,” he said with a slight groan. “It has been a while, hasn’t it?”
She smiled up at him. “I was waiting for you to come along and stretch me.”
“Stretch you with my big cock?” he asked playfully.
“Mmhmm, with your big cock.” She writhed a little against him, her head spinning from the alcohol and the pleasure.
Eric licked his finger tips and brought them down to her clit, fingering her as he thrust inside her. Summer closed her eyes tightly as she suddenly came. “Oh, Eriiicc!” she bellowed. She felt as though fireworks were going off in her brain but it was dizzying and wonderful.
He clung to her as she came, then pulled her t-shirt off of her and sucked at her right breast, speeding up his movements. She felt a rush of something as he came inside her. Summer smiled at Eric, feeling a bit delirious, and he kissed her.