Page 32 of The Biker's Virgin
“Blaine, help these guys with the crates!” he shouted from the huge barn doors.
“Duty calls.” Blaine gave her a wink before he jogged away.
She watched his muscles ripple under his white t-shirt and couldn’t help but stare at his ass. She wondered if he played hockey, because he had the round muscular ass of a pro player.
With the peanut gallery gone, Olivia was able to relax and really wail out on the guitar. They played for two hours, and in her opinion, they’d never sounded better. As she put away her guitar, the heavens opened up and the torrential downpour that had been threatening all morning released over the farm. The sound of the rain on the tin roof of the barn was deafening, it sounded like ball bearings were falling from the sky. She jumped as a crack of thunder boomed through the sky. She continued to wind up the patch cords and hummed to herself as the storm continued its beating.
The barn door flung open with a clatter and the five bikers practically fell into the barn. They were completely soaked and laughing hysterically. She watched as Blaine wrung out his glorious pony-tail, the water puddling on the barnboard beneath his feet.
“Radishes are done,” he said, smiling at Steve.
“That’s great guys. That would’ve taken me all week,” Steve replied. “Hey, do you guys mind giving Little Liv a ride home? I’d hate for my lead guitarist to get struck by lightning before we can play our first gig.”
“Of course,” Blaine said. “Your chariot awaits, m’lady.”
“Um. Let me grab my bike first,” Olivia said.
“Skinny – get the lady’s bicycle.” Blaine ordered. The big fat biker nodded and picked up her bike like it was a feather.
She couldn’t meet Steve’s eyes as she left with the bikers, but if she had, she would’ve seen that he was smiling.
They ran out to the van and Skinny opened the passenger door for Olivia to hop in the front. Blaine jumped into the driver’s seat and the rest of the guys piled into the back of the dirty cargo van. The four sopping wet bikers sat on the floor.
The rain pelted the top of the van, and when Blaine started it up, he put the windshield wipers on max. Even though she had sprinted as fast as she could, Olivia was soaked, her hair was plastered down against her face and Maddie’s peasant shirt clung to her body.
“So, when’s your first gig?” Blaine asked as he navigated the truck through the rough field and onto the pavement of the county road.
“You’ve got me. I don’t think anyone will actually hire those guys.” Olivia responded, laughing. “I don’t think we’re really stage-worthy.”
“Are you kidding?” Blaine said. “You guys sound amazing!”
“Thanks.” Olivia blushed. “I don’t think there’s a lot of demand for classic rock cover bands anymore though.”
Crater peered forward into the front of the van and leaned on Olivia’s armrest. Close up, Olivia could see just how horrible his acne must have been as a teenager. His cheeks resembled the surface of the moon, and she understood how he had come by his nickname. “Nope. You’re wrong about that guitar-girl. We spend enough time in seedy bars to know that classic rock ain’t ever gonna die.”
“Her name is Olivia.” Blaine swatted at Crater, “And get in the back!”
Blaine turned up the heat and blasted the fans, attempting to clear the steamy windshield.
Crater laughed and returned to his place amongst the soaking wet pile of bikers. The windows were dripping with condensation and the van was starting to smell like a mix of manure and cigarettes. Olivia cracked her window and Blaine did the same. He turned up the radio, stepped on the gas, and they sped into town. Olivia wiped the condensation off the passenger window and tried to catch glimpses of Blaine out of the corner of her eye. She could see the veins in his tatted bicep as he gripped the top of the steering wheel with his right hand, his left hand settled comfortably in his lap. He had a full sleeve tattoo on his right arm, and thanks to his soaked t-shirt she could see the phoenix rising that ran from his wrist to his shoulder. She had never found tattoos sexy before, but wanted to reach and trace the lines of that particular phoenix.
They turned into an alleyway beside a mechanic’s shop and headed into the back yard.
“Where are we?” Olivia asked. She wasn’t really afraid, but had become aware that she was in a van full of men she didn’t know.
“This is the clubhouse.” Blaine threw the van into park. He turned to face the guys in the back, “Everybody out!” he yelled.
The guys scrambled to their feet and leapt out of the van.
“See you when you get back here.” Skinny punched Blaine in the arm and smirked at him.
“Just get out,” Blaine growled.
When it was just the two of them in the van, Blaine reversed out of the alleyway, using his mirrors. “Where to?”
“I should get out of these wet clothes, so home please.”
“And where might that be?”
