His to Claim #2: Savage Kiss (2 page)

Finally, the show was well and truly over and the crowd started to break up. She left the VIP area and meandered toward the stage. Other women were gathering by the fenced-off area and security guards hovered around.

She waited with the other women, unsure what to do. After about twenty minutes, she began to despair that she’d misread the situation. But surely Rafe wouldn’t leave her stranded this far from the city. Maybe the limo driver was waiting for her where he’d dropped her off. She turned with a sigh and started walking toward the entrance.

“I think he’s coming,” a woman said excitedly.

“Over there. Isn’t that him?” another woman cried.

As Melanie turned toward the fence again, several women started to shriek and wave.

“Storm! Over here!”

Melanie was still near the front of the crowd and was pushed toward the fence as the women surged toward it. Melanie grasped the linked metal as she peered through to the other side.

There was Storm, walking in their direction.

“Hello, ladies.” He smiled as he continued toward them.

“Oh, Storm, we love you!” a woman screamed.

“Storm, I want you so bad,” another said.

“I’ll show you a good time you’ll never forget,” a third yelled, then lifted her top and revealed her bare breasts. Her enormous, perfectly formed breasts.

“Me, too,” responded another and she pulled up her top, too.

Soon several pairs of bare breasts peered toward him. He smiled and stopped about a yard from the fence, glancing across the crowd.

The brashness of the women shocked Melanie, but it was also exciting and wild.

Just then, Storm’s gaze turned to her and recognition flickered in his eyes.

She locked gazes with him, then obeyed the urge thrumming through her, and reached for the hem of her camisole top, then tugged it up, revealing her naked breasts.

They might not be as spectacular as the first woman’s, or as big and round as the others’, but Storm’s eyes lit up at the sight of them.

Within seconds, someone grasped her shoulder and she glanced behind her. A big, burly security guard frowned at her. She tugged down her top.

“Come with me, miss.”

She glanced at the guard’s stern face and her cheeks heated with embarrassment. Oh, God, was she being arrested for indecent exposure? Oh, damn, why had she listened to that wild, erratic voice in her head?

In the commotion of the crowd, she lost sight of Storm. The guard led her through the crowd, past the stage, toward a tent with a sign stating S
ECURITY
.

As they neared the security tent, however, Melanie’s guard veered to the side and took her to a gate in the fence. It was wooden, blocking the view of what was behind it.

They stepped through the gate and it closed behind her. On the other side of the fence the bright lights that had turned on after the show so that people could see their way out were still blazing, but it was shadowy here. She gazed around, disoriented. Someone stepped toward her.

“There you are.” Storm grinned at her.

Her guard escort released her arm and disappeared through the gate again, leaving her standing alone with Storm.

“I thought they were going to arrest me.”

“For flashing me?” He chuckled. “That happens all the time. One of the hazards of the job.”

He stepped toward her and tucked his finger under her chin, then tipped it up. “You are becoming quite the naughty vixen, aren’t you? I never would have thought you’d do something like that.”

Her cheeks flushed, but thankfully he wouldn’t be able to see them in the dim light.

He turned and started to walk along the paved path and she walked alongside him, as they made their way through the small private lot behind the concert hall. There was only space for about fifteen cars, and none of the other people with access were mulling about just yet.

“I guess I got caught up in the excitement.”

He grinned. “Well, I certainly found it pretty exciting.”

“Seeing all those bare breasts, you mean?” she said.

He stopped and turned toward her. “No. Seeing your beautiful bare breasts.”

She stared up at his glittering eyes and couldn’t help herself. She grasped his broad shoulders and pushed herself onto her tiptoes, then kissed him.

His arms swept around her and he tugged her close to his body, then his tongue slid into her mouth and gently explored. She groaned and held him tighter, her breasts crushed against his solid chest.

“Fuck, Melanie,” he ground out.

Heat thrummed through her and she glanced around, then grasped his hand and guided him off the path and into the shadow of the trees.

“We can go to my trailer,” he suggested as she pulled him along.

She tugged him behind a big tree. “I like it here.”

Then she grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it up, revealing her breasts once again.

“I can’t see you here.” His words came out low and hoarse.

He shifted her a little to the right, still away from where anyone would see them, but where the moonlight filtered through the leaves. She could see his face as he gazed down at her breasts, his eyes blazing with heat.

She took his hand and raised it to her chest, then placed it over her naked breast. His fingers curled around her, cupping her, her hardened nipple pressing into his palm.

His gaze met hers and there was a ferocity in his blue eyes she’d never seen before.

Then she stroked over the bulge in his jeans and he groaned softly. He took his hand off her breast and grasped her wrist, but he didn’t pull her hand away.

“I want you,” she murmured. “I have for a long time.”

“Fuck, I’m going to wind up taking you right against the tree if we keep this up.”

Excitement flashed through her. “Yes. Do it.”

She sucked in a breath as he surged forward, backing her up against the wide trunk. He tugged off her top then kissed her neck, pressing her bare back against the rough bark. Then his lips found hers again and he stormed her mouth, his body pressing her hard against the tree.

“Oh, Storm,” she breathed against his ear. “I want to feel you inside me.”

He nipped her ear. “I want to take it slow. To explore every inch of you.”

“Later,” she murmured. “Right now, I want you to fuck me hard against this tree.” She stroked down his chest, over his tight abs, then wrapped her fingers around his denim-covered erection.

“Please,” she moaned, then nipped his lower lip.

“Fuck, Melanie.” He pressed her back against the tree again, then unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.

She curled her fingers around his hot shaft and stroked. God, he was enormous. Her fingers couldn’t wrap all the way around him. He found the hem of her short denim skirt and tugged it up. She stroked his erection, up and down, and he moaned against her ear.

“At this rate, I won’t last long.”

She giggled, loving the power she had over him.

His fingers brushed her inner thigh, then traveled up and swept across the lace covering her mound.

“Fuck, you’re wet. I can feel it through your panties.”

Then he tugged the fabric aside and slid his fingertip over her slick swollen flesh.

His touch sent a rush of molten desire straight through her, and she gasped for breath.

His fingers slipped away, then she felt something hard and hot pressing against her.

He nipped her earlobe hard, sending heat thrumming through her.

“You want me.” He pushed against her, the tip of his hot cock dipping into her.

“Oh, yes,” she breathed.

“Tell me again,” he insisted.

“I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me hard.”

He eased forward, his cockhead stretching her. Exquisite delight shimmered through her.

She clung to his shoulders. “Deeper. Fill me up.”

As he pushed inside, his big, welcome cock sliding deeper, she moaned at the exquisite stretching sensation.

She’d longed for this for so long, and it was better than she’d ever imagined.

He surged forward, his cock driving all the way in, pinning her to the tree.

“I love your hot pussy so tight around me.” He captured her mouth and plunged his tongue into her in deep thrusts until she gasped for air. “Now I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll never forget this first time.”

He grasped her wrists and pushed them over her head, then drew back, his big cockhead stroking her inner passage. He drove deep again.

She pressed against his grip, moaning in delight.

He drew back and thrust, back and thrust, back and thrust. Joy swelled through her as he continued to fill her like a piston, pulsing deep into her over and over.

“Oh, yes. I’m”—she sucked in a breath—”so close.”

“Me, too, baby.” He picked up speed and she gasped at the potent pleasure pummeling her.

Then he thrust hard, pinning her to the tree again and she felt him pulse inside her. The feel of his liquid heat filling her sent her over the edge. She moaned, arching against him as pleasure spiraled through her. He began to move again, filling her with his hard length. She pushed against his restraining hand and moaned, then exploded in orgasm. Bliss washed through her as she moaned into his ear.

Finally, she relaxed, collapsing against his big, strong body. He released her wrists and his arms enveloped her as she listened to his accelerated heartbeat. She luxuriated in his nearness.

He kissed her ear, then drew back. His eyes glowed as he gazed at her.

“Melanie, that was incredible.” A glint of uncertainty flashed in his eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay with … what just happened?”

She just smiled, and he leaned in and kissed her again.

“Good.” He grinned. “I was going to take you to meet the rest of the band, but if you get that excited around all musicians, I’m not sure I should.” He leaned in close and nuzzled her temple. “I don’t want to share you.”

She stroked over his shoulders. “It’s only you who excites me like that.”

As he stared at her, his smile faded and he drew her close and kissed her again.

“I know a nice hotel not far from here. Instead of going back to the city tonight, let’s get a room.”

She just nodded, while her heart quivered in anticipation. The thought of spending the night with Rafe, cocooned in a soft bed with his arms around her, filled her with joy.

Once they straightened their clothes, he took her hand and led her back to the path, then to the parking lot. She held his big hand tight, loving the feel of his warm fingers enveloping hers. As they approached his bike, heat coiled through her at the thought of the two of them climbing into a big warm bed together, then him prowling over her and—

“Hey, Storm. Diego and I are headed out for a drink. Want to join us?” The tall, sandy-haired man smiled at her, a twinkle in his blue-green eyes. “Your friend can come, too.”

She recognized him as the lead singer of Savage Kiss, and the one who had introduced the band. The other was the drummer, who’d had a wicked solo near the end that had left her breathless. Both had on faded jeans, and Diego wore a black leather vest with silver studs while Travis wore a long-sleeved charcoal T-shirt. Diego’s thick black hair was cropped short but what there was rose in spikes, while Travis had longish, unkempt sandy hair that was parted on the side and tapered, brushing his collar at the back. Travis was taller than Diego by about five inches, but both were muscular, and sexy as sin.

A shiver danced through her and she realized she was a little starstruck by these men. Both had killer smiles, and a glimmer in their eyes like they were looking for trouble, and just might have found it.

Oh, God, could they tell that she and Storm had just had sex? Had they
seen
them? Her cheeks heated, but she realized she was just being silly.

“This is Travis and Diego,” Rafe said. “And this is Melanie.”

“Melanie?” Travis smiled and offered his hand.

When she shook it, he held hers in a tight grip.

“You’re the one who helped my sister, Jess, when she moved to Philly.”

“You’re Jessica’s brother? It’s nice to meet you.”

Melanie hadn’t realized that Savage Kiss was the band Rafe had been a part of back in Bakersfield when he’d met Jessica.

“Jess really appreciated your help. She worried about leaving Bakersfield, but it helped that she found a close friend so soon. Thanks for helping out my baby sister.”

“It was my pleasure. I love Jessica.”

“We have something in common then.” He grinned and drew her hand to his elbow, then tucked it around his arm. “You can’t say no to a drink now.”

She glanced helplessly over her shoulder at Storm as Travis led her across the parking lot.

“Hell, no. You’re not stealing my girl.” Storm strode after them and grasped her other arm.

Her stomach clenched. Were they going to fight over her?

But Travis just laughed. “I could if I wanted to, man.” He winked at Melanie as he let her go. “Meet us over at The Saloon. Same place as last night.”

She followed Storm to his bike, then pulled on the helmet he handed her. He fastened the clasp under her chin and then drew her in for a deep kiss. “Just remember, you’re mine.” Then he winked and mounted the bike.

Was he really jealous, she wondered as she wrapped her arms around his waist? Or just teasing her? The bike roared to life and fifteen minutes later they pulled up in front of a rustic tavern with a sign that read T
HE
S
ALOON
.

When they stepped inside, they saw Diego and Travis already at a solid wooden table, with four dark beers in glass steins in front of them. They sat down and Storm grabbed one, then took a deep sip.

“Maybe Melanie doesn’t want a beer,” Storm said.

Travis grabbed the handle of Storm’s beer and pulled it toward himself. “Those are our beers. Get your own, you mooch.”

Melanie pushed the beer in front of her toward Diego, but they all broke out laughing.

“It’s okay,
belleza
,” Diego said in a sexy Spanish accent as he pushed the beer toward her again. “They always kid around like that. Do you want me to get you something else?”