Page 79 of Love Undiscovered
He closes his eyes, waits a moment, I feel him start to go down. He opens his eyes and says, “So, you’re smart and beautiful.” A question that he makes a statement.
He fastens my helmet on my head, climbs on the bike and starts it. Then he helps me on behind him, I wrap my arms around his waist and we head out.
* * *
I don’t know how it is that I’m having fun with Chance Bauer, but I am. And, putting my life in his hands when on this motorcycle, but that too is okay. I trust him.
Whoa.
I do. I trust him.
Holy shit.
Even thinking about my Louboutins right now isn’t piercing the little bubble I’m in.
Time to rein it in.
Just not now.
Later.
After tonight.
Because tonight I’m going to enjoy the wind on my face, the vibrations under my ass, and my arms around this delicious man.
We pull up to this little place on the side of the road. It looks small and unassuming from the front. The kind of place that you would pass by without a second thought. Except that the dirt lot surrounding it is already packed with a mix of cars and motorcycles, and there’s a line at the door. I peek around the side of the building and see that it’s long. Like football field long.
Chance helps me off the bike and takes my helmet off. Then, and fuck me for enjoying this, he fixes the bandana in my hair. I reach up to touch it when he finishes, it feels perfect. I look at him questioningly.
“Three sisters,” he says with a smile as he gets off the bike.
“Thank you,” I say. He puts our helmets and jackets away. “Where are we? Is this a bar?”
“This is a live music venue. And… a bar.” He grins.
“Are we going to see a band?” And then it occurs to me. “Ohmigod, are we seeing your band?” I’m excited by the prospect.
“What if I say, yes?”
“Then I say, hell yes. Lead the way.”
We head toward the building. The line to get in is out the door and wrapped around the far side. I lean up, closer to his ear. “What do you think the chances are we can cut through the line since you know the band and all?”
“I’m gonna do you one better, beautiful.” He pulls out his phone and sends a quick text. Then we go stand by the side door near the rear of the building, which opens fairly quickly, and in we go. He grabs my hand and we walk down a long hallway toward a room at the end. The noise from the bar is dimmed back here, but I can tell it’s loud, and a little rowdy.
We walk into the room, and four guys stand, surround us, and start talking at once.
“There he is.”
“Took you long enough, fucker.”
“Dibs on the babe.”
“You still owe me twenty bucks, asshole.”
Chance man-hugs them all individually, and then introduces me.
“Remi Vargas, meet the Night Moves. This is Chad on the drums, Taylor on guitar, Carter on keyboards, and Trace is the singer and also plays guitar.”
