Roadside Service

by B. L. Wilde

  “Oh…God…Blake,” I groaned out into the open air.

  “I love watching you climax,” he grinned from in between my breasts.

  “You are very good at making me cum,” I giggled, watching him undo his trousers before tearing open a condom.

  “I’m better when I use this,” he mused, gesturing toward his covered erection. Blake pushed my dress up around my waist, caressing my skin as he went. I wrapped my legs around his hips, surprising him by my sudden advance as I drew him closer to me. “A little anxious, are we?” he winked.

  “I want to see what all the fuss is about when it comes to outdoor sex,” I countered, lifting my ass up slightly to feel the tip of his cock at my entrance.

  Blake’s eyes turned hooded with a deep desire as he grabbed my hips and filled me in one swift motion.

  “You better hold on,” he grunted, pulling almost completely out and then slamming right back inside me. “This is going to be rough.”

  “Ugh…yes,” I groaned, letting Blake take me to new heights as the sun caressed my skin. I’d never had a sexual experience like it.

  “How was that for your first experience with outdoor sex?” Blake asked, doing the buttons on the top of my dress back up.

  “Amazing,” I panted, holding my stomach as I tried to regain my breath. “Feeling the breeze touch your skin while someone is bringing you to life…I have no words.”

  “Is that how I make you feel?” He looked stunned.

  “You make me feel a lot of things, Blake,” I admitted, stroking his chin.

  The air between us began to thicken before he finally spoke. “We should open the champagne,” he muttered, watching my lips.

  “Good idea,” I beamed, stretching to get the glasses that had fallen into the sand.

  The rest of the afternoon was blissful as we lay on the blanket talking about anything and everything, and occasionally getting lost in each other.

  I’d lost count of the number of times Blake had taken me out on his bike during the week. It was the perfect way for me to escape without having to worry about everything going on around me. Not that there was a lot to see, but it was where Blake had grown up, and that interested me.

  “Your hair looks fine, Violet,” he teased as I took my helmet off. He knew I didn’t give a damn about how my hair looked when I wasn’t Violet Weathers.

  “It’s been a long day,” I sighed as I followed him into the small diner that had become our local hangout over the last few days. Allie was way too nosy back at the hotel for us to stay there.

  “You do look shattered. Do you want a beer?”

  “Please!” I couldn’t help but smile as Blake went up to the bar.

  “I don’t have to come up with you when I drop you off later,” he commented, watching me yawn as he came back with our drinks.

  “No, I want you to come up. It relaxes me,” I replied quickly.

  “It’s been a week and we haven’t spent even one night apart. Aren’t you sick of me by now?” he chuckled, running his hands through that sexy hair of his.

  “No,” I smirked, leaning over to kiss his lips. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get sick of him, and I had to admit that it saddened me at how fast my first week in Omaha had flown by.

  I knew our last week together would go even quicker. What would happen then?

  “If my sister gets to be too much for you, all you have to do is say so,” Blake stressed, opening the front door and allowing me to enter first.

  “I don’t think it’s your sister I need to worry about,” I giggled.

  His eyes widened with realization before he spoke. “If Drew says anything out of line, let me know.”

  “Blake,” I soothed, “it’s just dinner. Relax.”

  “I can’t help but worry, Violet. I know what they’re like.” I was looking forward to having a nice dinner with Blake and his family. I hardly saw my own mother these days because she was too busy with her new boy toy. In fact, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d sat around a family table.

  “They can’t be that bad,” I giggled as Drew appeared to greet us.

  “Hi, Violet!” he said with a grin as he pulled me into a tight hug. “Here, let me take your coat. Would you like a drink? We have wine, beer, water, soda…”

  “Drew, let her get through the damn door first,” Blake snorted. “And I’ll take Violet’s jacket.” I turned, grinning at him as he helped me with my coat.

  “Told you,” he whispered into my ear so that Drew couldn’t hear. Okay, Blake might have had a point.

  “Come on in. Sarah is cooking up a storm,” Drew beamed.

  The house was very homey, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from wandering toward the picture frames on the large fireplace in the center of the room.

  “Is this you?” I asked Blake, looking at a photo of two young children.

  “Yeah,” he cringed. “Mom always insisted on matching outfits for Sarah and me at Christmas.”

  “You were really cute,” I teased.

  “Hey, are you trying to say I’m not cute now?” he gasped, looking offended.

  “I wouldn’t use cute now.” He was about to say something but his sister walked into the room right then.

  “Violet, Drew and I are so happy you could make it tonight,” Sarah gushed, rushing across the room to hug me. Blake’s family all seemed to be real huggers.

  “Blake said your lasagna was legendary,” I replied, darting my eyes over to him.

  “No pressure to get it right, then,” she stressed, glancing at her watch. “Shit, I need to get the salad ready.”

  “Let me know if I can help you with anything,” I called as Sarah rushed back into the kitchen.

  “I will, thanks!” she shouted from somewhere out of sight.

  “She’ll relax once the food is ready,” Drew snorted. “So, wine is it, Violet?”

  “Sure,” I smiled, taking a seat next to Blake on the couch.

  “Beer for you, Blake?” He nodded, stroking the back of my hand.

  “This is so weird,” he murmured once we were alone again.

  “What is? Me being here?”

  “No, Drew and Sarah trying to act like the perfect hosts. I usually have to get my own beer when I visit.”

  “Maybe I should come with you to dinner more often,” I giggled before realizing how hopeless that was. I was leaving in less than a week, after all, and would be just a fading memory for Blake in a few months—the supermodel he fucked for a few weeks. I didn’t think he was the gloating type, but then did I really know him at all? Men had a way of offering you anything to get you into bed. I could just be a conquest to him for all I knew…another notch in his bedpost.

  “You have no idea how much I’d like that.” He linked his fingers with mine, entwining them so we were joined as one. It was difficult not to believe him when my heart was pleading for him to be truthful.

  Dinner was amazing. Like Blake had said, Sarah could really cook.

  “So, I have to ask,” she mused, starting to clear the plates. “What is going on between the two of you?”

  “Sarah!” Blake snapped. “That’s none of your goddamn business!”

  “Blake, Violet Weathers is at my dinner table with my brother. I think I have a right to know what’s going on.”

  “Blake is just keeping me company while I’m here,” I muttered, trying to defuse the situation.

  “But he’s just a mechanic,” Drew frowned. “No offense, Blake.”

  “Really? You expect me not to be offended?” Blake snorted. “If you two are going to keep on interrogating Violet and me, I think we’ll leave.” Blake stood up, pulling me with him.

  “Oh, don’t be like that. We’re just excited. Violet is a supermodel. God, Blake, she is the supermodel.”

  “She’s aware of that, Sarah, but that doesn’t define her.” I was taken aback at Blake’s outburst. It had been a long time since anyone had stood up for me like that, and I felt my heart soar.

 
“Violet, I didn’t mean to upset you,” Sarah pouted.

  “You haven’t,” I soothed. “But I am pretty tired, and I have an early start in the morning. Dinner was wonderful, though. Thank you.”

  “Think of us anytime you’re in the neighborhood,” Sarah said as Blake practically dragged me out of the house.

  “It was lovely having you for dinner, Violet,” Drew called after us. I couldn’t hold back my snigger at watching Blake roll his eyes.

  “I’m sorry about all that,” he sighed, watching me put my helmet on.

  “Blake, it’s fine. It was fun.”

  “Fun?”

  “Yeah, I haven’t been to a family meal in years.”

  “Is that because of all the traveling?”

  “No, it has more to do with my selfish mother and her boy toy.”

  “Boy toy?” Blake’s eyes widened.

  “It’s a long story,” I mumbled, getting onto the back of his bike. “You’ll stay with me tonight, won’t you?” I whispered against his ear, holding myself close to him.

  “Nothing could keep me away,” he smirked, turning to look at me before starting his bike.

  “Violet, focus. We need one more shot and then we’re done for the day,” Allie called, snapping me from my thoughts. Time was going so fast. I only had a matter of days left with Blake, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to walk away without feeling a deep loss in the pit of my stomach.

  “Okay,” I breathed as one of my runners handed me a bottle of water.

  “The sooner we get out of this town, the better. Your head has been in the clouds ever since you arrived.”

  “Pure Desire hasn’t complained about my quality of work!” I snapped.

  “That’s because they don’t know you like I do. It’s Paris Fashion week next. You can’t afford to let yourself slip up now. You’ve worked too hard.”

  “I’m not. I’ve been working nonstop since I arrived. What more do you want?”

  “I want to know what’s really going on with you and the mechanic.”

  “He’s just keeping me company while I’m here.”

  “Every night?” Damn, she did have eyes and ears everywhere. “You’ve been late twice this week.” Was it my fault Blake was so hard to leave in the morning? He always had ways of making me stay in bed just a little bit longer.

  “And I apologized.”

  “That isn’t good enough. Pure Desire paid a fortune for you, Violet.” I wanted to say that I didn’t give a shit, but too many people were milling around within earshot.

  “I think you’re being a little harsh,” I glared.

  “Just focus, please. You only have a few days left and then we can say good riddance to this place.” Did she have to keep reminding me.

  “How was work?” Blake asked, already lying on my bed at the hotel. He had his own keycard to my suite; it was just easier that way.

  “Allie was on my case again,” I pouted, stretching out on the bed next to him once I’d taken my shoes off.

  “It wasn’t about me again, was it?”

  “A little. I’m not prepared to talk to her about my personal life, though. It’s none of her business.”

  “She’s your agent, Violet. She’s only looking out for you.”

  “I know what I’m doing.”

  “And what are you doing?” he smirked, pulling me down on top of him.

  “Mmm,” I giggled, sitting up and rocking against him. “Right now, I’m straddling a very sexy man.”

  “Fuck, Violet,” Blake groaned, gripping my hips tightly. “I want you all the time. I forgot to do two oil changes at work today because I was daydreaming about you.”

  “What were you thinking about?” I purred, moving to undo his jeans.

  “I think you already know,” he snorted, running his hands under my dress to cup my ass. “You don’t want to talk about today first?”

  “What’s there to really talk about?” I frowned, moving to get a condom from the bedside table.

  “I don’t want to cause friction between you and your agent.”

  “You’re not.”

  “I think I am,” he sighed, sitting up. I slid off him, confused with what was happening. “Violet, what are you even doing wasting your time with someone like me?”

  “I love spending time with you. You know that.”

  “You’re going to leave such a hole when you leave. How am I ever going to find someone better than you?”

  “I’m not as amazing as you think I am. I can have really bad mood swings, I’m never in one place for very long, and you’ll have your every step criticized by the press just because of your relationship with me.”

  “You have no idea how amazing you are, do you? Even though the whole world is captivated by your beauty, you can’t see it.”

  “It’s hard to love yourself when so many people are judging you. I never wanted to be this famous.”

  “I would never judge you,” Blake muttered, running his hands through my hair. “These last few weeks—Violet, I’ve never felt so alive.”

  “I feel the same way, Blake,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck as he pulled me closer.

  I could feel the atmosphere change around us as he drew his lips toward mine. I knew what was passing between us, but was too afraid to listen.

  “Make love to me, Blake,” I murmured against his mouth.

  “You know you don’t have to ask,” he groaned, pulling on my clothes while I began to work him out of his.

  Each touch was like a trigger straight to my heart. How much longer could I deny my feelings for him?

  Two weeks. I never knew that was all the time you needed to fall for someone, but I couldn’t mistake the crushing fear of having to leave Nebraska tomorrow—of having to leave Blake—for anything else. I was due in Paris next week for Fashion Week, and then I would finally get to spend a few months at home, which was New York for me.

  The problem was figuring out how Blake would fit into the chaos that was my life. In those last two weeks, I had learned so much about him. He was the most amazing, selfless person I’d ever met, but I also knew he would never leave his life here in Nebraska to follow me around the world. I wouldn’t ask him to, either.

  I knew that only left one choice, which was to say goodbye. How could it work? My fame, this life—Blake would suffocate in it. He was too good for that, but I couldn’t walk away from my career, either. I was tied to Pure Desire for the next five years because of the contract I had signed. Not to mention the other brands I was a spokesperson for. Our situation was beyond hopeless.

  “You’re really quiet tonight,” Blake observed, leaning against the back of his chair in the hotel restaurant.

  “I go to Paris tomorrow.” I smiled weakly, looking down at my food.

  “Violet, I…” Blake stopped, searching my eyes when I finally looked up at him.

  “What is it?” I questioned, silently praying he would admit to having feelings for me.

  “It doesn’t matter,” he sighed, slumping back in his chair. “It’s been an amazing two weeks.”

  “It was the best.” You are the best, Blake. Why can’t you see that?

  “Yeah, it really was,” he smirked, licking his lips. I was going to combust any second if he continued on the way he was. “Is that what this meal was all about?”

  “No, I just wanted us to have a date.”

  “Okay…” Blake chuckled, “but when you think about what we’ve been doing these last few weeks, a date is kind of pointless, don’t you think?”

  “Okay, it’s more of a thank you,” I sighed. “It’s been a taxing few weeks, and well…you’ve made my time here so much more bearable.”

  “It was a pleasure, Violet. It’s been wonderful getting to know you.” I nodded, hoping I wasn’t blushing.

  “Are you going to stay tonight?” I asked, trying not to sound as if I was begging.

  “I don’t think that’s wise. You have an early flight tomorrow.”
Damn! “I thought we had already talked about this last night?”

  “We did,” I pouted.

  “I’m going to miss it, too, Violet.”

  “You are?”

  “Very much,” Blake muttered, gazing intently into my eyes.

  “Then stay with me tonight. Please?” The words fell out of my mouth on their own, and I knew I shouldn’t have asked him, but I just wasn’t ready to let him go yet.

  “Is that what you really want?”

  “Yes,” I breathed.

  “Okay,” he beamed, “I’ll stay.” My whole body began to burn at the sound of his words.

  “Do you feel like having dessert up in my room?” I smirked, dabbing my napkin against my lips while gazing at him lustfully.

  “That depends on what the dessert is?” he smoldered.

  I stood up and walked around to lean down against his ear. “How about you have me for dessert?” I purred.

  Blake turned to me and gulped before standing up abruptly. “That’s a dessert I could never say no to.” I giggled as he followed me to the elevator.

  While we made our way up to my room, I felt the words on the tip of my tongue. I wanted more than just these two weeks, but I couldn’t ask that of him. I knew what he’d have to sacrifice to be with me. Plus, I wasn’t even sure what these two weeks had been like for him. Was he here because I was Violet Weathers—Supermodel, or because of the girl he knew under my mask?

  “What is it, Violet?” Blake asked, touching my chin and tilting my face up to his once we were inside my suite.

  “Nothing,” I lied, moving my arms around his neck.

  “You can tell me anything, you know.”

  “I’m just thinking about Paris and how much I hate Fashion Week. If you think the Pure Desire team members are stuck up, you should see everyone at Paris Fashion Week. Argh…it’s pure torture,” I complained. Blake chuckled while pulling me even closer against his body.

  “How about I make you forget about Fashion Week for a little while?”

  “That sounds like a perfect idea,” I beamed as he crashed his lips against mine. I moaned into his mouth when he grabbed me and pinned me against the wall. His fingers began to explore my body, and I couldn’t help but arch into his expert touch.