Page 69 of Road Trip
“Easier said than done, right?” Abra said.
I pulled her close and rested my head against her chest. I sensed she meant that for herself as much as for my sister.
“Right. Being at the barn will be good for her, though. We’re always much happier around the horses. Exercise does wonders for your mental health, right, counselor?”
“Sure. Physical activity is always good for relieving stress.” Abra laughed and ran her hands under my shirt, making me jump even more.
“I’m ticklish, doll! That feels good, but I’m ticklish!” I wiggled to get out from under her, but she wouldn’t let up. I finally did a submission hold on her, flipped her onto her back, and was on top of her immediately.
“I’m ticklish. Don’t mess with me,” I said with a hungry smile. I liked where this was going.
She giggled. “What will you do if I don’t stop?”
I pinned her arms above her head. “This.”
I nuzzled and kissed her chest just above the neckline of her dress and shifted my weight so I was lying cradled in between her thighs. I wanted in her so bad, and so did parts further south. It would be so easy to just—
Abra’s breast started buzzing.
“Oh, oops. I bet that’s Stevie and Aaron,” she said with a giggle. We kissed once more with our eyes open and it gave me hope.
“Let’s go have a good time,” I said to her softly. “When we come back, we can decide what we want to do about this situation.”
We both looked down between us, and I don’t know how I had the strength to pull away from her. The sight of our bodies entwined, even with our clothes on, had me so fired up. I slowly sat back and let her up for air. She smoothed down her hair and shot me a wicked smile.
“If it were anyone other than Slash, I’d say fuck it, let’s stay in…but I have to admit that I’ve had a thing for him since I was a kid. Other girls had Backstreet Boys and NSYNC on their walls. I had Guns N’ Roses, Metallica, and Pantera! I wished so hard that James Hetfield would come and take me to prom.”
I stood up on shaky legs and held my hand out for her. “Heaven forbid I get in the way of your teen dreams.”
Abra squeezed my hand and whispered, “Women’s fantasies are much hotter.”
With that she walked over to the table by the door. She picked up our room keys, handed one to me, and we were on our way. Stevie and Aaron met us in front of the venue. Stevie grinned knowingly.
The place was filled with people dressed in black leather, fishnets, denim, and even some spandex. There was a huge cross-section of people from all ages and walks of life. Stevie and Aaron looked like they totally fit in, she in a leather minidress and him in black leather pants. But no one could compare to Abra. Sure, many women had on similar dresses, or had tried to pull off her makeup and hair, but she stood out. She was so stunning it almost hurt to look at her. I couldn’t believe how many different looks she pulled off, and how each one seemed to reflect her moods. I had no idea what this outfit had in store for me, and I was okay with that. Being with her required me to release the death grip I’d had on my self-control for so long.
Our tickets were general admission and we were soon surrounded by writhing bodies. The house music was still on and playing loudly. It was hard to hear the conversation, but I picked up on Stevie’s question.
“You flew home last night on a red-eye and you’re back here tonight? Are you Superman or something?”
I shrugged. “I just wanted to be here. It was a work thing,” I said, not sure how much Abra had told them. Based on their concerned expressions, she’d told them at least the basics.
Aaron leaned in and said, “Everything go okay, man?”
“As well as could be expected,” I said. “They were able to find one of the guys involved with the rest stop incident and hopefully they’ll catch the rest. Until then my house is kind of off-limits because they know where I live, or at least I’m assuming so because my sister was staying there and someone had been watching the house and messing with her. She’s safe now. She’s with my grandparents. The whole thing is so frustrating. I’m so angry and there’s nothing I can do. Even if I’d stayed home, my lieutenant ordered me to stay out of the investigation.”
Abra pressed against me and pulled me into an embrace as if to reassure me she’d stand by me. I looked down at her and kissed her forehead.
Was she for real? Because I’d never had anyone at my back and by my side like her. I was really touched by it. I just didn’t know what to expect. This trip was one thing. The reality of how ugly things could get at home? Totally different ballgame. I couldn’t express to her how I felt, so I kept my mouth shut.
“And if there’s anything you need from us, man, we’re not far from Abra. Our place is above Foothill on B Street, so we are close.” Aaron looked like he could handle himself. It was good to have a different perspective on this.
“How did you deal with it when your brothers were targeted?”
“Not well.” Aaron laughed. “I was laid up for quite some time. Assholes showed up at my house and wrecked Stevie’s car, smashed my knee…it was beyond fucked up. I could only sit on my ass while my brothers kept getting into trouble at school, being pressured not to say anything, being called snitches. You know how it is.”
I totally did.
“And the worst part was I almost lost Stevie because I didn’t think she’d stick by me. I couldn’t open up to her. Thankfully she took pity on me. She found me wallowing in a pit of despair and she lifted me up. God bless that woman.”
Stevie and Abra were chatting, or plotting. It was hard to tell. I knew my relationship with Abra was nowhere near through being tested. Would I mess up like Aaron did? Would she come for me?
“Thanks, Aaron. I appreciate it. I’ve got a small place at my grandparents’ ranch in Crow Canyon that I can use for now. I’m hoping this will be resolved soon.”
I could tell he wanted to say more, but then the lights went down and everyone started screaming. The sound was like thunder. It was even louder than the festival because we were indoors this time. Abra smiled up at me and screamed right along with everyone else. The band came out one by one, and then the legendary guitar slinger was right there in front of us.
I remembered the first time I’d heard “November Rain” and the incredible solos he played. I hadn’t heard much rock music because my mother didn’t allow it in the house, but I’d for sure heard Guns N’ Roses. Abra had explained to me that Slash was now touring with another bandand singer, Myles Kennedy and the Conspirators. Once they got to playing, I was blown away. Kennedy had a tremendous voice that put Axl Rose to shame, and Slash wailed away on that guitar like no time had passed. It made my fingers itch for my guitars at home. I didn’t have an electric, but the thought was developing that I should invest in one. I knew Aaron’s shop had them, so maybe I’d pay him a visit.
Abra danced even more than at the festival and she knew every word to every song. Her small breasts were pushed up high beneath the neckline of her dress and every time she’d suck in a breath to sing the next line, her chest rose. The swell of her breasts teased me relentlessly. Her hips swayed back and forth slowly when Slash began playing a sensual solo, and they grazed my body in the most tempting way. I wanted to pull up her skirt and run my fingers along her thighs. I wanted to feel what kind of panties she was wearing tonight, panties that I wanted to remove with my teeth later when I got her back to the room.
As if she could read my mind, she turned around just as Slash started playing the intro to “Sweet Child O’ Mine,” and pulled me close. She began singing in my ear as we were slow dancing and her voice slayed me. It was sweet and melodic, but the way she was singing it, it was like she was talking about me. I knew she thought I was sweet, but she had no idea what being with her these past few days was doing to turn that sweet boy into a hungry man. When I finally got her undressed before me, I intended to show her just how hungry she’d made this man, and then she was going to be in for it.
