Page 30 of Road Trip
“Let’s go to Anaheim. I want to take you to a fancy place. The Grand Pacific. I read about it. It’s right inside the park. We can sleep in a big fancy bed, get a suite with a Jacuzzi, have a masseuse come to the room…and then we can play! What do you say, Abra? Will you run away with me?”
How could I say no to that offer? That sounded a little like heaven. Well, I still wasn’t sure about Pacific Playland. Most of the families there saw a chick like me walking by and they pulled their kids closer. Store clerks watched me to be sure I didn’t have sticky fingers. I don’t know, maybe it would be different. I hadn’t been to Pacific Playland since Grad Night in high school, and that experience was a horrible one.
But looking at his adorable face, his sweet, sensitive expression, I knew I wasn’t ready to part with him yet.
“Okay, but you might have to drive. I might be too wrung out after the show.”
He kissed me frantically, his hands everywhere. He pushed me back to the very corner of the building, totally hidden from anyone other than someone who was purposefully looking back here. His lips left mine and traveled down my neck, moaning the entire time. I felt his hand slide up the leg of my shorts and cup my ass.
“I can’t wait to take these panties off you, Abra. You’re driving me completely insane. I want to taste you.”
“Then do it,” I dared him.
He looked down at me as if he hadn’t quite heard me right.
“I said do it. Taste me.” I moved my leg to the side a bit, giving him room to maneuver. His finger sought out my core, which was drenched from my thoughts of what we could get up to back at the hotel.
“God, Abra,” he moaned, stroking me as best as he could from this vantage point.
“Mmmm, not quite an F-bomb, but I’ll take it,” I purred as his strokes grew more frenzied.
He was hitting me in just the right spot and an orgasm ripped through me before I even knew what was happening. I squeaked out his name, gasping for breath, and grateful he was supporting me with his arms. When my senses came back online, he had a very satisfied grin on his lips. And then he slowly brought his finger up to his mouth and sucked it clean.
“Nothing ever tasted sweeter,” he whispered.
It took a few more moments to get my breathing under control. I had not expected that big O to sneak up on me. This guy was dangerous. I was afraid to let him know just how much he was affecting me. Sure, physically he had me turned on like the fucking Vegas strip. Emotionally, though, he evoked all kinds of feelings that had me alternately in a panic and ready to play. Not to mention his impending meltdown. How could he not fall apart at some point after what he’d been through? I was waiting for some sort of sign.
Right then we heard the crowd go insane. “Oh no!” I exclaimed, somewhat grateful for the distraction. “We’re going to miss the ‘are you READY’!”
I grabbed Kelly’s hand and took off running for the seats. I nearly ran over a couple of people and I heard Kelly grunt a couple of times. We almost got separated in the crowd. I showed our tickets, scrambling to get them back in my pocket and get back to our seats. When we arrived, Stevie and McShane were gone and some other two dudes were in the seats. They gave me a lecherous once-over and glared at Kelly. He did his best to look nonchalant as he wrapped his arms around me from behind.
Korn was in full swing! I’d never seen them perform so well! Their music really spoke to me. Jonathan Davis had had his share of mental health issues in the past and his lyrics reflected that. I could relate to a lot of what he sang about, even the more disturbing stuff. I did a good job of keeping the darkness at bay, especially when I was working, but I’d been in a really vulnerable spot before leaving for this trip, and now adding Kelly to the mix just made things all the more intense.
Kelly stood back and let me sway and move, but he guarded me with his body to keep the other revelers from bumping into me. I had my own private, secure dance floor and I felt like I could touch the moon. I looked up at him frequently and would find him either smiling, frowning in concentration, or checking out his surroundings. He even bobbed his head a little. When their set was over, he clapped heartily and nodded his head.
“Man, what that guy can do with his bass. The bagpipes? Amazing! And those guitars sounded so dirty and downtuned. Man! They were really good!” He seemed impressed. The crowd cheered until the house lights came back up and then folks began milling about to get more beer and hit the restrooms before the headliner came back on. McShane and Stevie came back to us.
“Wasn’t that amazing?” Stevie asked, looking radiant. She was a little sweaty and her hair was all over the place.
McShane was gazing at her with so much love in his eyes, it made my heart hurt a little. McShane and Kelly fell into some sort of musician talk, but Kelly hadn’t let go of my hand. Stevie noticed and was beaming at me.
It wasn’t long before the lights went out and they were about to hurry back to their seats. “Hey,” McShane said. “We’re leaving from here to go to Vegas for a few days. Slash is playing at the Joint on Wednesday. You guys should come.”
Kelly smiled and looked at me. “We’ll keep that in mind,” he said with a grin. “Thanks for the invite.”
The guys shook hands, and Stevie and I smooched cheeks. Kelly wrapped me in his amazing arms and sighed.
“Vegas, huh?”
I shrugged. “Let’s just see where our road trip takes us, shall we?”
Kelly
What a night! The last band was phenomenal. The talent the guitar players had, the way they played off of each other…that was some great chemistry. Abra laughed at my gushing over them, but I was truly blown away.
“I’ve got them on my iPod. We can listen to more,” she said, squishing my cheeks.
We followed the crowd out of the amphitheater and through the park to where we’d parked. Abra stayed close to me, leaning into my side a bit. She seemed really tired.
