Forbidden Forever (15 page)

We head to the parking
garage and he throws his leg around his bike, then pats the seat all
while handing me my helmet. I strap on the helmet and swing my leg
over the seat, wrapping myself tightly around him. I love the way his
body fits so nicely between my legs. This damn bike will literally be
the death of me. When he cranks it, the vibrations send sensations
down my thighs and I squeeze him tightly as we ride. One movement and
I will come apart; damn, this is going to be a long night. I could
have spent the entire day in bed but Sierra wanted me to get out of
the house, so we agreed to go. Besides, I have wanted to go to Mouth
for so long. I have heard all about it and I love music. And what's
more fun than watching people makes fools of themselves when they are
too drunk to sing, or think they can actually sing?

The sign is a huge pair
of lips with the words MOUTH Karaoke Bar & Grill lit up on it.
The name is perfect since it is a karaoke bar and the fact that they
serve food. Chance says the food is amazing and he eats there
regularly. Sierra and I have never been, so we are both looking
forward to trying something new. Chance parks the bike and helps me
with my helmet. Still straddling the bike, I poke my ass out a little
and teasing, say, "Hey, sexy, don't you want to take me right
here, right now?"

"Fuck, you have no
idea how bad I do. I love seeing your fine ass like that, and if it
weren't for all the people in this parking lot, I would take you
right now," he teases back.

I spot Sierra running
across the parking lot, wearing four inch heels. I would have tripped
and fallen flat on my face if I were running in heels, but she looks
so graceful. I can picture her in slow motion running on the beach
like Pamela Anderson, only she is wearing heels and a tight red
dress. Maybe I should have dressed up more, but I love wearing
concert shirts and own about twenty-five of them. Chance helps me off
the bike and stands behind me, wrapping his strong arms around me.
Sometimes when I am with him it reminds me of the way teenagers
engage themselves in one another. It's not just me but him, too. I
love the way he pulls himself close to me when I am near him. I love
feeling wanted and like I am the only woman in the room. We go inside
and they set us at a table in front near the karaoke stage.

The cute little brunette
hostess greets Chance and you can tell she thinks he is hot, but she
also respects him because she doesn't flirt with him. He turns and
introduces me to her as his girlfriend and the words make me smile.
We both say hi and then she walks back to her station. The place is
much like a regular bar except the stage for the karaoke is far out.
The background is black with little star lights twinkling; the
microphone looks like a huge pair of lips, which I imagine make the
singer look quite funny. There is a fake drummer in the back, a fake
male guitarist on the left, a fake female guitarist on the right, and
the microphone for the singer is in the center of the stage. It looks
like a stage for a famous rock star with the laser lights and setup.
I look around and notice a big screen in front of the stage that
shows the words to the song so the singer can see them perfectly. The
owners went all out to create the feel of being a rock star on the
stage.

I am a shower singer,
but I have to be alone and the music has to be loud. We order our
food and I end up choosing a meal called Ozzy that is chicken breast
covered in creamy mushroom sauce and melted Swiss cheese, string
green beans and a baked potato. Chance orders the Poison dinner that
is a 12 oz. New York Strip wrapped in bacon with a homemade steak
sauce drizzled on top, served with loaded mashed potatoes and
broccoli. I love how cute the names are of every meal. It makes you
want to try all the rock stars. I laugh to myself because I know that
sounded naughty.

Chance looks at me and
asks, "What's funny, babe?"

I giggle and answer with
a sly grin, "Oh you know, just wanting to try all the rock
stars."

He laughs at my humor
and then tries to get all serious. "Oh no, you don't." I
lean up against him and kiss his neck. "You don't ever have to
worry about that, baby," I assure him.

He smiles. The waitress
brings us our drinks and a basket full of chips and salsa while we
wait on our dinner. There is a new female karaoke singer on stage
singing "Hero" by Mariah Carey. Wow, her voice is awesome.
Come to think of it, I haven't heard one bad singer since we walked
in here. I love music and listening to the way the emotions sound in
serious singers.

"I can't believe
how great everyone sounds," I admit.

Chance leans over the
table some to tell us the story of the bar. "The owner wanted a
place where local musicians could play without feeling intimidated by
the hype. Anyone can get up and sing so there isn't any pressure. If
the owner thinks you are worth it, they will sign you up for a
weekend slot. That is when the music scouts come out and listen to
the new bands and singers. If they like what they hear, they will
call them in for an interview."

"Man, that is so
cool. A really interesting way to let loose and be yourself without
the bag of nerves. Just get up on stage and pour your relaxed heart
out in front of a bunch of eager singers. What a great idea. No
wonder this place is a huge hit," I speak out.

Dinner arrives at the
table and I cut into mine and stick the fork with the first bite into
my mouth. It nearly melts on contact. I can't help but let out a moan
at the savory flavor hitting my taste buds. Chance looks over at me
and cracks a jaw-dropping grin at my noise-making abilities for food.
He places his hand on my leg and his touch on top of this food and
the six weeks of teasing is making me wish I were home now. A new
trio gets up to sing and I don't know how much they drank but you
sure can tell they drank a lot. The whole crowd starts singing along
with them to the old Hank Williams song "Family Tradition."
I can't help but feel the rhythm and start swaying to the beat and
yelling out a "Yee-Haw."

Chance excuses himself
after he has completed his meal and the waiter comes to collect the
dishes. There are two dining tables on the corner of the stage and in
the center is a huge dance floor. People have been dancing all night
to the music and people even dance to the really bad drunken singers.
The bar is on the far end of the building and lit up with bright neon
colored lights with big lava lamps in the shape of beer mugs. I was
in such awe at the stage when we came in I forgot to look around
until Chance got up. The waiter brings us another beer and some
shots, courtesy of my handsome boyfriend. We all take a swig back of
our beer, and as I set mine on the table, I notice a new singer on
stage.

I stare in confusion and
then yell, "Chance!" I must have been loud because about
ten people turned to look at me.

Chance sits on a stool
and pulls the microphone down to his mouth. The hostess from earlier
brings him a guitar. He nods at her and she blushes before walking
away. I can't blame her for thinking he is hot, I mean, just look at
him.

The music starts to play
and I recognize the song, "I Cross My Heart" by George
Strait. I screech.

He is looking at me as
he starts to sing. I can't describe the warm feeling that flows
through my veins as I listen to him sing. His deep, smooth voice
bursts through the speakers all around me. I watch his long skilled
fingers play chord by chord and all I want is those amazing fingers
all over me. He never told me he played or that he sang. The lyrics
speak to my heart and coming from the man who I know actually means
them just for me means so much more. I can't imagine living without
this man. In the short time we have been together we have already
shared more than the entire time I was with Michael. I am so lucky to
have this new path to go down with someone who is so full of new
possibilities.

I look over and see
Sierra grinning at me like a schoolgirl. "Did you have any idea
he sang?" she asked.

"No. He never said
anything and I had no idea he could play the guitar either," I
explain.

"Well, he sure can
sing and he looks good doing it." She winks at me.

I smile back at her and
roll my eyes. Chance gets back to the table and sits down without a
word. I slap him on the arm and ask him, "Why didn't you tell me
you played and sang?"

His eyes narrowed just a
little and, out of the side of his mouth, whispered, "Baby, I
have to keep some surprises up my sleeve to keep you guessing. I love
seeing the look on your face whenever you see something for the first
time."

He damn sure took my
breath away. "I love this place. It is the perfect place to
relax and unwind with friends and family. I could work here. I bet it
would be fun to listen to the new artists every night." I start
talking out of my head like the normal freak I am.

John chimes in, "You
know the place is for sale, right?"

I look at him stunned.
"Why would they want to sell it? It looks like it does great
business," I say confused.

"I hear the owner's
wife is sick and he needs to spend more time with her," John
answers back.

"That is horrible.
I hope she will be okay." My eyes droop by the news.

I couldn't imagine
someone I loved being that sick and I don't ever want to see it.
Chance sees the sadness in my eyes and grabs my hand and pulls it to
his cheek. I lean toward him and give him a small kiss on the lips
and hear the tiny groan from his throat as I pull back. As much as I
love it here, it is time to go home. Chance can feel my desire as I
rub my fingers back and forth on his arm. He is so polite and sweet
when telling Sierra and John that I have been out long enough for my
first night after being released from the doctor. They understand and
decide to hang out for a while. Leaving the bar, I turn to Chance and
tell him that I had a great evening.

"The food was
amazing and I can't believe you sing and play the guitar. You sneaky
little devil. I guess tonight I am going to have to punish you,"
I say with a frisky look on my face.

He knows where this
night is leading and I can tell that he has been longing for it just
like me. I straddle the back of the motorcycle and stretch forward
just enough so my butt pokes up a little and the look on his face is
priceless.

"Sapphire, if you
don't stop with the teasing, I will fuck you right here and you will
be screaming my name in pleasure while I do it," he firmly
admits. He gets on the bike and I tighten my legs around him as we
head to the condo.

Chance's
POV

Fuck, I can't wait to
get this woman home into our bed. Six weeks and I am ready to burst.
The kids are staying over at their friend's house tonight so we have
the whole place to ourselves. It wouldn't have mattered either way
because I plan on spending as much time in the bed with this woman as
I possibly can. We pull into the room I rent out in the parking
garage to park my bike and store a few of my outdoor things, like
skis and golf cart. She hops off the bike and shakes her hair loose
after removing her helmet. Damn, if she only knew the hardness I feel
in my pants after she does that. Hell, I think she would do it more
often because I know she likes to get a rise out of me. I grin at my
thoughts.

The building is dead
empty and my dick starts thinking for me. I reach for her as she
hangs the helmet off the handlebars. She grabs me and wraps her arms
around my neck. Fuck, I think she is thinking what I'm thinking. Who
the hell needs to go upstairs? I reach for her chin and pull her lips
into mine. The taste of her mouth strengthens the passion I am
feeling throughout my body. She runs her hand through my hair and
down my back. She reaches the bottom of my black T-shirt and slides
her hand under it.

The connection from my
skin and hers has the blood pumping through my veins and has my cock
standing on end. I reach behind her and grab her ass, pulling her as
close to me as I can. I need to feel my cock on her and this is the
best I can do without cumming and I want to enjoy this moment much
longer than my body wants me to. She lets out a growl from somewhere
low in her throat and I can't help but slide my tongue from the
bottom to the top of her neck. I can feel the goose bumps it produces
on her arms as I make it to her jaw line.

"You taste so good
I could lick you all day," I whisper.

She grabs my hand,
sliding it down to her pussy and leans back uttering, "If that
is the case, baby, you should start here."

Oh my God, this woman is
like sex on heels and I am head over them. I narrow my eyes at her
and move my hands to the button of her jeans. Unbuttoning and sliding
the zipper down, I slip my hand inside her pants and, of course, my
little bad girl isn't wearing any panties. I can feel the moistness
of her pussy as I slide one finger in and her hips move toward me as
she lets out a soft moan. Her hips rock in motion with my finger
moving in and out of her. I pull my finger out and place it on her
lips. She shocks me once again and wraps her lips around it and
starts sucking. Holy fuck! This woman, my woman has just completely
baffled me. I have been with women before and she is like no other.
Her need to please me and to be pleased is unlike anything I have
ever felt. I take my hands and grip her jeans and pull them down to
the ground. She holds onto my shoulder as I lift her leg up to slide
them the rest of the way off.