by Fawkes, Sara
She sighed, tugging her sarong from the bag and quickly wrapped it around her hips as she
followed him to the table. She walked to the other side as Travis sat down beside Storm.
“Hey, Storm, this is my baby sister, Jess.”
Storm pulled off his sunglasses and slid them in his pocket, his eyes gleaming as he took in her
low cut bathing suit top and bare midriff, his mouth curling up in a smile.
“Hello again.”
“Storm told me he helped out a woman last night whose blue Ford Escort had died on the road into
town. I figured that must be you. When I told him I was going to track you down for lunch, he asked
if he could tag along.”
She nodded. “Thanks again.”
“My pleasure.”
Travis handed her a paper plate with a hamburger and fries, and a soda in a covered cup, then he
sat down and set his sunglasses on the wooden table. She didn’t realize how hungry she was until she
took her first bite. She opened a ketchup packet and squeezed it onto her plate, getting some of it on
her fingers. As she opened her mouth and slid her index finger inside to lick off the ketchup, she
noticed Storm watching her with a glitter in his eyes.
She raised an eyebrow. Really? He was going to make a thing out of the fact she was sucking on
her finger. She slid her middle finger into her mouth, wrapping her lips around it and...
Oh, damn, now all she could think about was penises... big and hard... She picked up the
hamburger and bit down on it, pushing the images out of her mind. But when she wrapped her lips
around the straw to take a drink, thoughts of his big member sliding into her mouth made her cheeks
burn.
“How do you two know each other?” she asked. “Did you have auditions today?”
Travis was part of a rock band and they’d lost their guitarist. They’d known it was going to
happen for several weeks now, but they hadn’t found someone to replace him yet.
“We met when I went to Colorado last month for that big music festival. He jammed with me and
the guys and we all figured he was a good fit. I told him we needed a new guitar player and if he
wanted the gig, it was his. He let me know last week that he was interested.”
Jessica turned to Storm. “So you’re staying in Bakersfield?”
“Yeah, for a while.”
Travis threw his arm around Storm. “Man, this guy is awesome. You should see some of the shit
he’s into.”
“Really?” That certainly sounded ominous.
“Turn off your judgmental face, Jess.” Travis pulled out his phone and flicked his fingers over the
screen. “I mean stuff like this.”
He showed her the phone and there was a picture of Storm hanging from a vertical, sheer rock
cliff. He flicked through a few more pictures showing Storm progressing up the rock face, then one of
him hanging from the underside of a huge lip right at the summit.
“The guy does all kinds of stuff like that.” He grinned at his new friend. “Clearly, he doesn’t
understand the meaning of the word fear.”
She shivered at the sight of him dangling in the air, a long, sheer drop beneath him. “I don’t know
how you could do something like that. It would terrify me.”
“Maybe if I show you how to do it, you won’t find it so disturbing.”
Travis laughed. “You’ll never get my sister anywhere near a cliff like that.”
Storm shrugged. “We could start small, with harnesses.”
She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
Travis continued flicking through the photos on his screen, then he laughed and nudged Storm’s
arm. “Hey, remember this?”
He turned the phone to Jessica. “This guy is awesome on stage. We went to see him play at a club
in Colorado, and I recorded this video.
Travis handed her the phone and she pressed play. The sound on the phone wasn’t great, but she
could see the passion in his eyes as he played. She sat mesmerized, watching him own the stage as he
played his music.
“Watch this part,” Travis said.
Storm frowned. “I don’t think she wants to see that.”
At the end of the song, a woman jumped up on stage and scrambled toward him. She wore
embarrassingly short Daisy Dukes which revealed the bottom of her bare behind, and a midriff top
that was cut so low, it looked like her boobs would drop out at any minute. She threw her arms around
Storm and kissed him passionately.
Then the video ended.
“Is that your girlfriend?” she asked, annoyed at the jealousy seething through her.
“No, that’s the thing,” Travis answered. “The women just throw themselves at him.”
She took a sip of her drink. What did she expect? He was gorgeous, sexy, and he was a rocker. Of
course beautiful women would throw themselves at him.
Travis glanced at his watch, then wolfed down his second hamburger.
“I’ve got to go.” Travis put on his sunglasses and stood up. “I’m meeting with a new potential
manager today. If he’s any good I’ll get the rest of the guys together and see what they think.”
“I should get going, too,” she said.
“Nonsense,” Travis said. “Stay and keep Storm company.”
Jessica glanced at Storm who hadn’t finished his lunch yet. It seemed rude to just walk away.
Anyway, she still had her drink to finish.
“See you later, sis.” Travis sauntered away and disappeared beyond the trees.
“Your brother’s a great guy.”
“I think so. We’ve always been close.” She smiled. “We always looked out for each other in
school, although I think I was the more protective one. He’s always been the dreamer while I was the
practical one.”
“Yeah, I could tell.” He smiled and his gaze fell to her swimsuit top. “You look gorgeous today,
by the way.”
She was both embarrassed at being so exposed, and elated that he found her attractive. She sipped
her drink as he finished his lunch.
“I really should get going,” she said, and stood up. “I’ve gotten more than enough sun today.”
He stood up, too. “Let me give you a ride home.”
She thought about protesting, but the thought of wrapping her arms around him and leaning against
his big body while they rode his big bike was too appealing.
He took her bag and they walked to the parking lot. The sight of his sleek black bike sent a thrill
through her.
He pulled his leather jacket from the storage compartment. “You’re going to need this again. It’ll
protect you from the wind.”
She pulled it on, then donned the helmet he handed her. She climbed onto the big machine, her
sarong pulling open as she sat straddling the wide leather seat. He glanced appreciatively at the
expanse of thigh laid bare, then he put on his sunglasses and mounted the bike. Soon they were
speeding along the road, her arms linked tightly around his waist.
Then he pulled up at her door and climbed off the bike. Once he’d retrieved her bag from the
storage bin, she handed him his helmet and jacket, missing the warmth as soon as she pulled it off.
“Thanks again. And good luck with the band.”
But as she started to walk away, he grasped her hand and drew her back.
“Wait. I told you I wouldn’t give up.” He pulled off his sunglasses, revealing his compelling, sky
blue eyes. “Go out on a date with
me.”
She frowned. “Look, I get it. You’re used to women following you around, throwing themselves
at you. You probably just have to snap you fingers and they fall at your feet. It must be wonderful for
you, but that’s not me. If you’re hoping I’m some kind of groupie—”
“No, I don’t think you’re some kind of groupie. And you don’t get it. I don’t want some beautiful,
vapid blonde who’s only attracted to me because I play a mean guitar, or because she figures I’m
famous because I’m up on a stage.”
She smiled despite herself. “So you don’t want to sleep with beautiful women?”
His lips turned up in a slow, sexy smile.
“Well, there is one beautiful woman I’d love to sleep with, but so far I’m striking out.”
Her cheeks flushed, in both embarrassment and delight, at his comment. He thought she was
beautiful? When he had sexy women in skimpy clothes throwing themselves at him all the time, why
would he choose her? With a mere glance of those sexy blue eyes, he could have any one of them. Or
two... or three.
He stepped closer. “Don’t tell me you don’t know how beautiful you are.”
As he got close, she backed up, but the brick wall stopped her escape.
“I’ve never really thought about it.”
He stroked her hair from her face, the gentle touch sending tremors through her.
“You are very beautiful. And I would love to go out with you.”
She shook her head. “Why? I wouldn’t think I’m your type?”
“Because you’re different. All those groupies you talk about only want me for superficial
reasons. I want someone who wants me because of who I am.”
“I don’t even know you. Why do you think that would be me?”
“I don’t. But if you’d give us the chance to get to know each other, then who knows? I think I
have a way better shot with you than any of those groupies.”
Her eyebrows arched up. “Really?”
He chuckled, a deep rumbling in his chest. “I don’t know what it is Jessica, but I can’t get you out
of my head. You’re the first woman in a long time who’s made me want something more meaningful
than just climbing into bed together.”
“So you don’t want to get me into bed?” She didn’t know why she’d said the teasing words,
because this was definitely dangerous territory.
His eyes heated and he leaned in a little close. “Oh, I would absolutely love to get you into bed.
Make no mistake about that. But I think we have a chance for more.”
She tipped her head. “Are you actually saying you’d like to do the boyfriend thing?”
“Maybe. Why not?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know. I don’t see you sticking around Bakersfield long enough to
have a relationship. You’ll probably want to move on pretty soon.”
To her disappointment, he nodded. “Of course I will. Nothing is forever. But I’ll probably stay
here several months. Maybe even a year. And then who’s to say what’s next. Life rarely works out
according to plan. Do you really intend to stay here the rest of your life?”
She pursed her lips. “I guess I never really thought about it before, but...”—she shrugged—“I have
a good job here, people around me I love. Why would I ever leave?” Even the thought of packing up
and moving away... of leaving her family and her friends behind to start a new life somewhere else...
made her stomach tighten. She liked the familiar. She’s never been a risk taker, and she was fine with
that. When you were always pursuing new things, it kept you from appreciating what you already had.
She gazed up at the stunningly handsome man in front of her. Well, maybe some new things
were... exciting... in a good way. At least, she was starting to believe he might be.
“Okay, so I can’t promise you forever,” he said, “but that doesn’t mean we might not have a great
relationship. Even if it doesn’t last forever, that doesn’t mean it’s not worth experiencing. Isn’t it
worth a try? Come out on a date with me.”
She drew in a slow breath, considering.
“Come on, Jessica. Take a chance.”
Her gaze slid to his. Take a chance. That was so not her style.
But, oh, man, if she was ever going to take a risk, he’d be the one worth taking.
“Okay, I’ll go on a date with you.”
* * *
Jessica finished making her lunch for tomorrow, then pulled on her pajamas. Should she have agreed
to go out with Storm? The two of them were just so different.
Before their conversation this afternoon, she never would have thought she’d agree to date him,
but his reasons for wanting to date her were so surprising, and attractive. Not that she thought they
had a chance for a long term relationship, but it was endearing that he wanted something deeper from
a woman than a quick roll in the hay.
He wanted to be wanted for himself. She liked that he felt she might be the one that could give
him that. It made her feel needed and special.
There was a part of her, though, that was attracted to the whole bad-boy thing he had going on,
even though it also intimidated her.
They’d decided to go out the following Saturday night. Storm was playing with the band at an
event in the park that day and they’d be rehearsing all week. The event finished in the evening, so she
would watch them play, then she’d meet him afterward for a drink.
She climbed into bed and pulled the comforter over her. As she lay in the dark, she couldn’t help
remembering her arms around his big body... her head resting against his soft leather jacket... the
vibration of the bike beneath her.
In her mind, he turned off the road and drove to a secluded spot, then scooped her off the bike and
kissed her, his big arms holding her tight to his muscular body.
She sighed as in her imagination, he untied her halter dress and lowered the top to reveal her naked
breasts. Her hand glided to his jeans and stroked the huge bulge straining against the denim.
She pulled down his zipper and slid her hand inside to find the hard column of flesh and wrap her
fingers around it. Oh, God, she longed to be touching him for real. For him to be touching her.
She rolled over and tried to put him out of her mind. She had to get up early for work tomorrow,
but at this rate, she'd just keep thinking about the sexy biker she’d only met yesterday.
She finally drifted off to sleep, but the wild events that filled her dreams shocked her to the core.
The sex she shared with Storm took some crazy turns. One time, they stood in the middle of a crowd
watching something exciting, she didn’t know what, because all she cared about was him standing
behind her sliding one arm around her waist and drawing up her skirt, then his big, hard cock sliding
against her slick opening. It pushed inside as they stood among all the people, no one knowing what
they were doing. The crowd cheered in excitement, and she moaned, riding his cock as he pulsed
inside her, holding her tight to his body.
Next, he took her on a pool table in a pool hall, both of them knowing the leather-clad tattooed
bikers who’d been playing at the table before might return at any moment.
Her cheeks flamed as she remembered that one did return—a big, sexy man with a muscular build
that rivaled Storm’s, and a smile that won her heart. His face also looked amazingly similar to
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Storm’s. To her total embarrassment as she remembered that portion of her dream, the newcomer
stripped down and stepped behind her, then slid his big cock into her at the same time as Storm. The
two men had ridden her to a glorious climax.
She raced to the shower and turned it on cooler than usual, then let the water calm her overheated
imagination. She arrived at work a little late that morning, but that didn’t stop images of Storm from
wandering through her mind all week.
When Saturday arrived, she put on a nice sundress, anticipating Storm’s appreciative gaze, then
walked to the park to meet Sally and some of their friends. There was a good turnout and she enjoyed
the music of the various bands that played that afternoon. They ate some hamburgers for dinner, then
found a place near the stage to watch her brother’s band, called Savage Kiss.
The band was well-known in town, so when they were introduced, huge applause filled the outdoor
space. As they bounded onto stage, the crowd cheered. Her brother deftly raised their enthusiasm to a
fever pitch, leading into the introduction of the band members, and fanning the flames of adoration
until finally, he introduced their newest member, Storm.
The women, especially, hooted wildly as they saw the hunky, muscular guitar player. Then when
he began to play his solo, everyone was mesmerized by his sheer energy and talent. Jessica
immediately understood his name as he took the crowd by storm with his intense charisma.
“My God, is that who you’re going out with,” Sally asked against her ear.
Jessica turned to see the utter astonishment and admiration in Sally’s eyes.
Jessica merely nodded. Her other friends nudged her, grinning widely.
“Damn, girl, you are so freaking lucky,” Tonya said, her gaze never wavering from Storm.
When the show was over two hours later, the girls waited with her while the crowd thinned.
“That new guy, Storm, is so sexy,” said a woman to her two friends as they passed by.
“I know. I’d so do him.”
“I think we should go backstage and see if we can meet him,” said the third woman.
“We’d never get in,” the first woman said.
“Maybe. But he’s got to be staying somewhere in town. If we find him, I say we flash him our
boobs, and offer to all do him at the same time...”