Red Hot Bikers, Rock Stars and Bad Boys

by Cassia Leo

  Wait. Do you want me to be naked?

  She sent another quick text before I could reply that set my blood on fire.

  Sir?

  I sat up straight with a gasp and seized my hard-on over my tight jeans because I almost jizzed at that special treat. Maybe … Alexa could actually work instead of being a lost cause or a dead end like I thought. Maybe she’s the imaginary girl ... the real deal ... that ever-elusive candy I’ve always craved.

  No! Wear a flimsy dress. And just that. One you don’t care about. Cuz I literally want to tear it off your body.

  Hot, she wrote.

  Definitely hot. Even in my buzz of building inebriation, I suddenly remembered her meeting. I tapped out: Crap. What time do you have to be to work? For your meeting?

  Fuck the meeting. I want you, Danny. My pussy’s so wet for you. Want a pic? I’ll prove it.

  NO!!! Damn no. “Holy hell,” I said aloud under my breath. I rubbed my jaw with the heel of my hand as I tried to gain the strength to shoot her down, for her own good. I wrote: We can play tomorrow night then.

  But … I want you now.

  Don’t whine, Brat. I’ll slap that ass good and red instead.

  Either sounds like a good time. But I love the idea of waiting for you in your bed. Nearly naked. I’ll grab some silk ties. And also a belt … if you’re so inclined. Please?

  Fuck me. She’s way more into the leather side of sex than I ever would’ve thought. I checked my watch. It was only 9:35. Okay. You win. I think we’re almost done at this shithole bar. Be home soon to kink and sex you up.

  Can’t wait!

  Yeah, me neither.

  I swigged down another shot and coughed once to kill the tingle-burn in my throat. My blood turned to liquid fire. I was so hungry to taste her all of her pink parts. To actually get to devour them instead of just fantasizing about it like I’ve been doing all damn day kept me jacked-up to slide into her tight, slick entrance. I was ready to kick my hesitance to the curb and go get what I wanted, what I craved. And I damn-well wanted Alexa. And she was now waiting for me in my bed … with freaking ties and a belt. Did I die and land in heaven?

  I always kept a pencil nub on hand and at least a scrap of paper in case I got bitten by a bug of inspiration … or some dirty thought came to mind that would lend itself well to a lyric. Today I had a notepad in my back pocket. I whipped it out and my eyes blurred as I flipped the cover to the back and looked at the thin, blank lines. I squinted and set my tongue between my teeth as I messily jotted:

  I don’t give a damn what they say,

  Not even what they do.

  I don’t care if the whole world burns,

  if the sands of time run dry,

  if scorn is all I reap ...

  if the pit of Hell sucks me in...

  Not even if my heart is rent in two.

  It’s NOT … and never will be … taboo to love you.

  So help me, God . . . I think I already do.

  I stared at my lame words for several minutes. These maybe-lyrics were so damn shitty. There’s no way I could actually sing this, any of this, even though a matching tune was already running on loop in my head with thunderous, deafening insistence. It’s crap.

  I ripped the page out, crumpled it up in a ball and nail-flicked it off the table. I watched it fly across the room and crash into a wall. It bounced back this direction and rolled onto the dance floor. No one saw it. One of the dancing chicks kicked her foot a little and bopped the paper ball back my way. It rolled closer and closer, coming to a stop right under the chair next to mine. I don’t fucking tempt the fates or fuck with destiny. I took this as a sign. Maybe it wasn’t crap. Maybe this whole thing with Alexa wasn’t necessarily on a fast track to Doom either.

  I shifted the chair across wood with a loud, screaming scrape then quickly bent to scoop it up. But I clutched my suddenly woozy head with one hand as I reclaimed the little paper ball and stuffed it in my pocket. I rubbed my aching right temple in circles with my knuckle and groaned.

  She was in my bed, prettying it up with her sex appeal right at this moment, in just a dress, because I fucking said so. Maybe she was playing with her dainty petals like a naughty, naughty girl, imagining all the raunchy things I’m gonna do to her and them once I get home. I could hit that, once. Heck. Again and again if I wanted to. No one has to know. And who gives a damn if they do. She’s not really my sister. She’s a fucking hot woman. One who’s, for damn once, obeying me, and even calling me Sir.

  God, that was the best music, far better than anything I could create. The symphonic score in that one word gave me ultimate bliss and made me so damn hard.

  Just thinking of all the ways I’d demand she prove she really meant that, set my teeth on edge, and I seethed and ground my jaws together. I didn’t tell her to call me that. She just did it. And it was a definite step-up from Asshole.

  The party here wrapped up, thank God. It was dulling me senseless anyway, especially compared to the sure thrill awaiting me at home.

  We gathered in the bus to leave, except for Jarvis, who’d tail us in his Lincoln.

  Slouching into a stretch seat, I clenched my fists, trying to beg my cock to settle down and wait for the much better party at home.

  It didn’t help that Kate and Matty were going at it across from me and that he was grabbing tanned, hot flesh up under her shirt and bra. She moaned sexy in his mouth against his driving tongue and roving hands that quickly had her blue silk hiked up to her neck and her ample, naked breasts all out for rough groping. He pinched and rubbed her jujubes with a finger grind. Then his teeth and loudly sucking mouth were on them, as if no one else was even here.

  I tore my gaze away because I wanted to jizz on a cute face while looking into butterscotch pudding eyes, not in my damn jeans.

  Damn. I am getting laid. Nothing’s holding me back tonight. My prize is waiting.

  Puck soon headed us back towards the studio to get our cars. We could then veer off in separate directions, with me most importantly headed to my hot, hot destiny.

  Thankfully, before the zipper of my jeans lost teeth and my cock broke out into the air, the company across from me took their frisky play to the back of the bus.

  I ran my finger over my twitching tip and then slid over to the pocket that contained my lame, balled-up note. Do I love her? Do I? I closed my eyes and rubbed achy sockets as my buzz created more brain fuzz and distortion. Lust was also clouding my mind.

  One of the girls in our group plopped next to me with a jarring flop. Her hair brushed my bare upper arm and her perfume, so sickly sweet, pinched my nose with its pungency. I opened my eyes and glared at the perky, petite blonde in a skimpy, gold-sparkle dress.

  “Hey, you’ve been pretty quiet all night? Are you always like this?”

  I chuckled. “Not particularly. I’ve just got a lot on my mind.”

  She beamed like a stewardess. “Well, it just so happens, I’m a great listener, and even better company,” she warbled, reminding me of one of those wet bubbler bird whistles. She slid her hand up my thigh and walked her fingers towards my very evident erection. “I can perk up your mood in no time and take care of this.” She flicked her tongue out like a snake and set her index finger right on my swollen tip, then followed the beefy, throbbing diagonal up to my jeans button. “How ’bout it, Danny?”

  “Get. Your. Fucking hand. Off of me.” I clutched her fingers so tightly, she screeched and sneered ugly at my vicing clamp.

  “Did I say you could touch me?”

  She shook her head with water quickly filling and resting on the brims of her eyes. “No, no. I’m sorry.” She blinked and tears streamed.

  We were heading down a hill, careening quickly all of a sudden, way too quickly. I straightened up and gasped. The stomach-dropping flight crashed Glitter Flirt into my thigh.

  The bus went off-road, bumbling roughly over grass hills and woodland debris.

  “Hit the damn brake, Puck!” Despising t
hat she was not only touching me again but literally using my junk in viciously painful squeeze to brace herself, I shoved her off of my nuts to get relief. But that happened to be the worst time to do it because Puck veered sharply trying to avoid hitting a tree. And I know that because we hit it anyway on my side of the bus. Between my shove and the jarring force of the impact, Glitter Flirt hurled forward and half-smashed through the side-window glass across from me with a loud crash.

  Screams and bellows filled the air. Broken glass from both sides of the bus flew everywhere.

  The jarring impact tossed everyone off the seats, with me landing on my knees on the floor and my head crashing into Glitter Flirt’s pert ass.

  An excruciating ache-burn overwhelmed my arm and I coughed out strangled sobs of agony. I swear something broke. My head killed too.

  Clutching my arm, I worked to get back up to my feet. I yelled, “Shit,” at both the pain and the sight in front of me. Even while rising in anguish that now had me yowling, I felt compelled to help her, but I was pretty sure it was too late. Glitter Flirt beneath me looked lifeless bent in half, slumped over the metal encasement. She wasn’t moving at all.

  Everyone was shouting out questions. I blinked as the world blurred.

  The pain in my arm was so excruciating and blinding, it sledgehammered my already hurting head. Even still, I tried to help the girl in the golden dress, while aiming to stave off an upchuck with deep breaths, but I ended up vomiting beside her onto the carpeted floor.

  Looking down, that’s when I saw the red puddle oozing off the seat to further ‘gorify’ my nasty, sour chunks. The blood, there was so much blood, pouring, gushing out of her abdomen.

  Between my pain and the horror show, I felt queasy again, but dizzy also. I let go of Glitter Flirt, straightened up with a big nose sniff to get needed air into my lungs, and began to wobble. The bus began to spin. Or maybe I was beginning to spin.

  I heard Kate shrill, “Oh my god, she crashed through! Is she dead? Danny, help her!” She reached me and rapped my upper arm with the back of her hand to prod me.

  But, hell, I couldn’t damn help her.

  I was suddenly falling, then lying flat on my face. The pain in my head and arm spiked from slamming into solid floor rather than a cloud. I think I fell on my own blood-vomit cocktail.

  I was useless.

  Matty rushed over to help Kate deal with the girl I was sure was already dead. A six-minute bus ride had turned terribly tragic. My nuts still felt the anguish of her brutal squeeze.

  She died, rejected and in terror. She surely died because of me.

  Someone stooped to check on me. Hands rested on my back. Swamp-sludge black became a welcoming pillow that was pretty, so damn pretty.

  Pitch. Liquid, bubbling tar. Demon feathers. Maybe even death. Still pretty.

  As people shouted around me, that comfy, pretty pain-free blackness calling to me became too powerful to ignore, so I closed my eyes and gladly nestled into it.

  ***

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Alexa

  Danny’s celebrity status got him a hospital room all to himself, but as cozy as it was, I needed food, like stat. I should’ve grabbed a granola bar or something when I was leaving the house because I only had soup for supper, but I didn’t think he’d be out of it so long. Come on, Danny, wake up already.

  I knew he kept paper on his hand, so I searched his jeans in his hospital room closet for some scrap to write him a note in case he case he finally woke up after I left. Ah. Notepad. Score! And pencil, if you could call it that. Micro-pencil.

  When I dropped his jeans in a messy heap on the closet floor, a paper ball rolled out of the front pocket. I bent and scooped it up to toss it away, but then uncompressed it to make sure it was trash. I gasped and my face warmed when I read the words. Heat seeped down from my ears and spilled into my chest. I looked at sleeping Danny and back at the words. Lyrics maybe? Did he actually love me? Perhaps our circumstance just inspired him to write this. This didn’t have to mean it was how he really felt. But, what if he does? What if Danny Zane was literally falling for me or already did love me? Nah, it can’t be true. He crumpled this up. He hated this. I don’t want him to hate this though. I want him to truly feel it. I don’t want to be just some lay to him or whatever, no matter how amazing it is. He’s the most important person in my life.

  I balled up the paper again and put it back in the pocket, then closed the door and tried to forget about it.

  My heart ached and I lost tears again as I sat down next to him. I sniffed and wiped my face dry with my fingers. I bobbed my heels and looked at my watch again.

  “Damn. I’ll give you a few more minutes, but I need to go. Hope you don’t hate me or think I’m a deserter like my mom ’cause I am kinda putting my job first. I just need to land it, for everyone’s sake. I don’t want to be baggage to you anymore. And I am, no matter what you say, and that bothers me a lot. It’s been bothering me for a while now, maybe since freshman year. I don’t want you to think for one second that any of the dirty things I want to do to your body is some kind of payoff from me, like it’s out of obligation or something like that. And I don’t want you to think my affection is crap or empty. It’s lusty, and a little convoluted maybe, but only ’cause I’m not used to thinking of you like that. But your kiss, that kiss changed everything.”

  I sat down beside him and shoved my arms into my folded arms on his bed with a groan of frustration. Not only did I need to see that he was totally okay, I also needed to talk to him, to make sense of what was going on between us. We made plans to fuck. Like, fuck for real, not just joking around about it. “Please don’t leave me, Danny. I need you.” Fingers wiggled on my head and I shot up to look. “Danny! Huh! Hi! You’re awake! Uh, thank God! Please don’t fall back asleep. Stay with me, okay?”

  “Hey, Lexi-Lou,” he said groggily, “I’m not goin’ anywhere.” He cringed as swallowed, like he was gulping down sand then coughed. “And you’re not baggage. Stop already.”

  I stood and stroked his face. “Shit. You heard all that? Forget that though. It’s not important. I’m so glad you’re really awake this time. I was so scared when I got the call.”

  “Uh, God.” He tried to lift his broken left arm that was already in a cast and said, “Ow, ow. Call? What the hell! What happened? I’m in a hospital? How?”

  “Don’t move, idiot. Hang on.” I pivoted and flew to the small table and snatched him the water pitcher. I unwrapped a straw, popped it in the top of the container, and brought it over to him. “Here, here.”

  I helped him sit up, and he groaned. “Uh, thanks.” He sucked and sucked and then stopped and let out an, “Aaahhhh. Thank you.” He looked all around. “I don’t … know how I got here.”

  “You don’t remember? You’ve been here a couple hours and roused twice, but then quickly fell back to sleep. The nurse and your doc’ll be glad that you’re awake-awake this time. Grandma Helen was here with me too. She just left.”

  His grandmother adopted me as one of her “great eight” when my mom was still just engaged to Bill. She adored me more than my own flesh-and-blood mother. Crazy how life works, and who ends up being your family when you’re dealt a shitty one from the start. Thank God for stand-ins or I’d have absolutely nothing.

  “I don’t remember squat.” After sipping some more water, Danny slumped back down to his pillow with a moan and scratched at the random bandages on his arms where he’d gotten stitches. “Um … I don’t know anything. Damn. Man, my head feels like it got slammed by a cement truck. What the hell!” He rubbed his forehead.

  I put the pitcher down on his table and sat down again. “That’s pretty close actually. It was a big tree. You were in an accident. The band bus veered off the road and crashed in the woods. You broke your arm and got some cuts. You could’ve been killed.”

  “Is everyone okay?”

  “Some others have neck and back pain, cuts too.” I sat back down in my chair and c
overed my face with my hands, long enough to catch my drawn-out huff. “But one girl, sad to say, didn’t make it. She crashed through a window and landed on big shards that lacerated vital organs. She didn’t have a chance. She … lost way too much blood.”

  Horror bloomed in Danny’s face and he let out a long sigh. That must’ve jogged something. “Right, right. Fuck it. I was drinking at the bar, so I was buzzy. Your texts made me so hard and horny. Then we left and were heading back to the studio to get our cars. This girl was trying to flirt with me. I shot her down and we crashed. Shit. This is so messed up.” He coughed and his eyes got watery. “God, her parents must be devastated.”

  “Yeah. To say the least.” I didn’t want to say her cousins were already on the news trashing Itchy Fringe, saying they were gonna make them pay and take them for every dime they’re worth. “Puck was arrested.”

  “Arrested? Why?” Danny said with a head shake that made him groan and rub his head. “Uh, ow. This damn aching noggin and my arm.”

  “Relax, Danny. Take it easy. For DUI. There was a fatality involved. I don’t know how it’ll land or if more charges will be added. Sorry you’re hurting, Danny. They didn’t want to give you anything too strong yet.” I placed a gentle hand on his shoulder like I had the power to heal.

  “Not your fault. But … was Puck even drunk? I wasn’t really keeping tabs on him the whole time, but I can’t even remember the last time I saw him with a drink.”

  “Come on, Danny. He must’a been. He’s known causing a drunken ruckus wherever he goes. And he did, after all, crash into a damn tree.”

  He huffed as he shook his head and shrugged. “Yeah … I guess.”

  “Um, I really should page the nurse. She wanted me to let her know if and when you woke up.” I grabbed the pager behind his shoulder, but it wasn’t needed because a nurse walked in at that moment.

  “Hi, you’re awake.” she said with a cheery voice, showing no sign of fatigue, even though I heard her say earlier she’d been here for nine hours already. “That’s great. Good to see you talking and alert. And how are we feeling?”