by Fawkes, Sara
She gazed at him, but couldn’t read anything from his expression. But he looked entirely too
serious staring down at the key so intently.
Had she gone too far?
“You want me to move in?”
“Whatever you want. I just want you to know you’re welcome.”
His brows furrowed and he put the key down on the table, then suddenly she found herself in his
arms, his mouth claiming hers with passion. Soon, she was lifted into his arms, then they were in bed.
That night he made passionate, powerful love to her until she screamed his name. When she woke
up for work the next morning, he was still sleeping, so she quietly got ready for work and slipped
away.
* * *
“He’s gone. He’s really gone.” Jessica had to fight back tears as she sat across the table from Sally in
her office, the door closed.
“Oh, honey. I’m sure he’s not.”
Jessica stared at her. “He’s been gone for four days. Travis told me he just said he was going out
of town and didn’t say when he was coming back.”
“He wouldn’t just walk out on the band like that.”
Jessica shook her head. “They don’t have any gigs for a while, since a couple members are gone
on a camping trip. But he could call Travis up any time and tell him he’s just not coming back.”
“He hasn’t done that yet. Just because you gave him a key doesn’t mean he’s run off forever.”
“I know, but he’s the kind of guy who doesn’t like to be tied down. He’s used to up and moving
whenever he feels like it.”
“Jessica, don’t you dare start second guessing yourself. You followed your heart and that’s always
the right thing to do. Don’t let this drive you back to your old, overly cautious self. The new you is
such a happier person. I don’t want you to lose that.”
“I’m not happy right now.” She buried her head in her hand. “Why am I so stupid?”
“Hey, cut yourself some slack. You took a risk. You showed how you feel about him. If that
drove him away, that’s his loss. That doesn’t take away the excitement and the good times you had
with him. And how they’ve helped you come out of your shell. Move forward keeping all the best of
the experience. Okay?”
She pursed her lips and nodded. “You’re right.” As much as it hurt that Storm had walked away—
and without a word of good bye—he had given her so much. The time with him had made her happier
than she’d ever been. And the excitement she’d had being a rock star’s woman was an experience she
would never willingly give up.
In many ways, it had changed her life.
“So will you stop moping now? It’s okay to feel the pain, but don’t let it change who you’ve
become. Okay?”
She nodded. Sally was right. Jessica liked who she’d become. More confident. More willing to
take chances.
She would not let Storm walking out on her change that.
* * *
Jessica opened the door to her lonely apartment, feeling totally dejected. Despite all the mental pep
talks she kept giving herself, losing Storm was an enormous blow.
“Hi.”
Her head jerked up at the sound of Storm’s voice from her couch. He looked so incredibly
handsome sitting there in his usual jeans and T-shirt. “You’re here!”
He stood up as she raced toward him. Tears welled in her eyes as she threw herself into his arms.
He held her tight and kissed the top of her head. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
She froze, then stepped back. “What’s wrong?” she asked, then planted her hands on her hips. She
scowled at him. “You disappear for five days without a word and you ask me what’s wrong?”
He raked his hand through his hair. ‘I didn’t realize you’d worry. A lot of weeks we don’t see
each other until the weekend. I didn’t think about it.”
She sucked in a breath. He did have a point.
“But those weeks, I don’t hear from Travis that you’re out of town.”
Oh, God, now she sounded like a clingy, needy girlfriend. Exactly the type of woman that would
drive away a man like Storm. But instead of withdrawing, he pulled her into his arms again.
“I’m sorry, baby. I was so caught up in my own stuff, I didn’t think about the fact you might
worry.”
“What stuff?”
“When you gave me the key... it made me do some thinking...”
Her heart froze. Maybe this wasn’t a grand reunion after she thought she’d lost him. Maybe this
was the break-up speech.
She eased away from his comforting body and gazed up into his sky blue eyes.
“And...?”
“I was overwhelmed when you gave me the key. You welcomed me into your life, and into your
home. You make me feel like I belong.”
Her heart quivered, and she took his hand. “Of course you belong.”
He smiled, revealing his straight white teeth.
“So I wanted to do something to show you how much you mean to me.”
Her eyes lit up. “Really?”
He grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and drew it up his torso, turning away from her as he did so,
revealing rippling muscles along his back. Her insides heated, more than ready to follow him to the
bedroom right now. But after he pulled it over his shoulders, he tossed it aside, then turned back to
face her.
Her eyes widened at the new tattoo adorning his chest, spanning from his shoulder to just above
his heart.
“It’s a leopard moth,” she said in awe.
“That’s right.” He rested his finger on the tattoo. “I wanted to show you that I will always be
there for you.”
Tears welled in her eyes again.
“Oh, Storm.” She fell into his arms and held him tight. Then she eased back and stared at the
moth. “It’s beautiful.” The white wings with the gray spots outlined in black looked so real. “Can I
touch it?”
He laughed. “Baby, you never have to ask me if you can touch a part of my body.”
She smiled and ran her fingertip over the edge of one wing. He had had this moth emblazoned on
his skin for her.
“Why do you look so serious?” he asked.
“It’s such a big commitment. You’ll have this...”—she gazed up at him—“forever.”
His eyebrow quirked up. “Isn’t that a good thing?”
“I just...” She shook her head, suddenly feeling like an imposter. “You’ve made this big
commitment to me and... well... I’m just worried that...”
“What is it, Jess?”
“You told me before we started dating that you wanted a woman who wants to be with you for who
you are.”
He nodded.
“Well, I...” Her lips compressed. “I just don’t know if that’s me.”
“Are you trying to say you don’t like being with me?” His eyes told her he didn’t believe it.
“No, it’s not that. It’s just that...” She shrugged. “When I saw you play that first time... when I
saw how the women reacted to you... I found myself overwhelmed.” She gazed up at him. “You were
just so... sexy.”
He chuckled. “You make that sound like a bad thing.”
“No, not bad. It’s just that... from that point on, I wanted you because you were this sexy,
charismatic performer.”
He drew her against his body again.
“Yes, I want a woman who likes me for mysel
f. And that’s you, Jess. You agreed to date me
despite me being covered with tattoos, wearing torn jeans, and riding a big motorcycle. Those things
terrified you at first, but you allowed yourself to get to know me enough that you finally agreed to go
out with me. Maybe seeing me on stage revved your engine, but I have no doubt in my mind you love
me for who I am.”
“I feel like I’ve been lying to you all along, so I just wanted to tell you the truth now, before you
get in any deeper.”
“You have not deceived me in any way, baby. I can see that light in your eyes whenever you look
at me. I’ve been with women who just want to bed the guy they saw up on stage, and it can’t compare
to what I have with you. You are sincere, sweet, and loving. I can feel how much you care about me
every time you touch me.”
Elated, she held him tight. “I do.”
“And I don’t think it’s possible to get in any deeper.” His lips found hers and his passionate kiss
took her breath away. Her heart was thumping so hard, she was sure he must be able to feel it.
He scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. He stripped off his jeans and boxers, then
proceeded to peel away her dress.
“You are so sexy.” He prowled beside her on the bed, his thick cock hard and ready for her.
She discarded her bra and tossed it aside, loving the heat in his eyes as he gazed at her naked
breasts. He stroked one and her hormones swirled in a happy dance of delight. He tucked his fingers
under the elastic of her lace panties and glided them down her legs
He sat beside her and focused on her mound, smiling. She shifted under his warm gaze.
“Are you going to just look, or do something about it?” she asked, then opened her legs, displaying
her intimate folds to him.
He chuckled. “Who knew the sweet, uptight woman I met on the side of the road two months ago
could be so wanton?”
She took his hand and drew it to her, then pressed it to her folds, now slick with need.
“Right now, I’m wantin’ you.”
He grinned and climbed over her, his knees on either side of her thighs. His red, throbbing cock
stood straight up. His mouth found her breast as he stroked along her slick slit. The warm moistness
of his mouth surrounding her nipple, paired with his fingers gliding along her slit, sent heat
thrumming through her. His fingers glided inside and she moaned. He suckled and she arched against
his mouth.
“Oh, that feels so good.” Pleasure blossomed as his fingers moved inside her.
She longed to reach for his erection and stroke it, but then she’d have to move and right now she
liked everything exactly as it was.
He drew his fingers from her slick opening and shifted over her. Excitement quivered through her
as he pressed his cockhead to her slickness. He smiled, then pushed forward. His hard shaft glided
into her... slowly. Filling her. He slid along her passage, the delightful friction sending sparks
straight to her nerve endings.
Finally, he was all the way in, his body over hers, his strong arms holding his weight above her.
She wrapped her arms around him and gazed up at him adoringly.
“Make love to me, Storm.”
He smiled, then drew back. As he glided in again, slowly, her insides quivered at the breathtaking
pleasure.
He began to move faster, his big cock gliding into her again and again. Her heart pounded at the
exhilarating sensations flying through her. Pleasure swelled and she arched.
“Storm, yes!”
His finger found her clit and he flicked it. She gasped at the intense sensation, tightening around
his cock as it drove into her faster and faster.
“I’m... Oh, God, I’m coming.” She burst into flames as an intense orgasm erupted inside her.
As she wailed her release, he groaned, then shuddered against her.
They clung to each other, riding the waves of ecstasy together.
Finally, they collapsed together and Storm rolled to his side, his arms still tight around her,
keeping her snug against his body.
His cock was still embedded in her and she could hear his erratic heartbeat against her ear. She
snuggled closer, quietly listening to the blood pumping through his body, and sighed. She never
would have believed that the scary biker who’d stopped to help her on the side of the road that night
would wind up being the man she loved.
She held him close and smiled, knowing she could lie in his arms like this forever.
THE END
More books from Opal Carew:
Three Men and a Bride
His To Command
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Hi. I'm Opal Carew and I write erotic romance for St. Martin's Press and Samhain Publishing, and I
self-publish stories. I also write romance as Amber Carew.
So why do I like writing erotic romance? I like being able to push beyond traditional boundaries. I
like dealing with a female character who is growing and evolving - questioning her sexual boundaries
and pushing past them. My stories usually include menage a trois. It is great fun to write a heroine
choosing between two equally appealing heroes... or more.
These aren't women who just jump into bed with anyone. They find themselves in an unusual
situation - something exciting and erotic - but a situation where they have to push themselves beyond
their comfort level. As a result, they grow as a person. So often fear holds us back - of what others will
think of us, of what we will think about ourselves - and we don't follow our hearts. These women push
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His To Command Excerpt
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Her heart, her body, her soul—are his to command.
Kate is a modern businesswoman who knows exactly how to run her well-organized world. But
underneath her professional exterior lurks a secret that she's been running from for years—a fierce
desire to be dominated that both exhilarates and terrifies her. And there's only one man who's ever
tempted her to lose control.
Powerful executive Matt Pearce gave Kate her first taste of what it means to surrender completely at
the hands of a dominant man, and she's never been able to forget. Though she's spent years trying to
outrun her feelings for him, a chance encounter changes everything.... and this time she might not be
able to escape. Deciding to give in to her deepest desires, Kate agrees to spend a week at Matt's
mansion exploring her submissive side under his masterful instruction. Just when she starts to fall
deeper and harder for him than ever before, a terrible secret from his past threatens to tear them
apart, and Kate must decide whether to finally trust Matt with her heart... or leave him behind forever.
As she lay stretched out on the lounge chair, she imagined Matt sitting beside her, wearing only a
bathing suit, his muscular chest and well-sculpted abs on display. She'd love to convince him to go
skinny-dipping with her.
The thought of him stripping off his swimming trunks and walking to the
pool with the hot afternoon sun blazing on his naked body as his large cock swung back and forth set
her insides quivering. He'd dive into the water and surface, his body glazed in glistening water. Then
he'd walk toward her and... things would progress nicely from there.
She sighed, an image of his big, hard cock in her mind. She licked her lips, wishing she could
wrap her hands around it right now. Wishing she could take it in her mouth.
Then she realized there was nothing stopping her. He was only a few yards away, with only a brick
wall between them. She could march in the patio door and down the hall in ten seconds flat. The fact
that he was working and she'd have to coax him away made her realize this was a great way to turn the
tables. Give her a chance to be in control.
She put her book on the teak table beside the lounge chair and stood up. Then a grin curled her
lips. It would be much easier to distract him from his work if she was naked. She reached behind her
and unfastened her bikini top, then wiggled her bottoms down her legs and off. As she walked toward
the patio door, she cupped her right breast, and grazed her thumb tip over the nipple, sending sparks of
awareness dancing through her. She flicked back and forth until it hardened.
She slid open the patio door and stepped inside, shivering a little as she stepped from the eighty-
degree weather outside to the cool air-conditioned house. Both nipples tightened to hard nubs, but
when she reached Matt's office door, she toyed with them to ensure both were hard and thrusting
straight out. Then she knocked.
"Come in," he said.
She turned the doorknob and stepped into the room.
Matt sat at his desk, staring at the computer. He didn't even glance up when she entered.
"Hi," she said, leaning against the doorjamb.
"Hi," he said without looking up, totally engrossed in whatever was on his screen, his fingers
flickering across the keyboard with a tapping sound.
She pursed her lips, but strolled across the room undaunted, her hips swaying. Not that he noticed.
"I thought you might want a little break." She stood beside him now.
"Not really. I'd like to work for another hour, then I'll be yours for the rest of the weekend."
She had no idea if he really meant an hour or if one would turn to four. He'd never brought work