Rock Chick Rescue (Rock Chick #2)(91)

I didn’t know what to do so I decided just to ask.

“I have to do this and I want you to understand,” I whispered, “Please, don’t be mad at me.”

Then I went for broke, put my hands on either side of his face, bent my head and kissed him. I think it was the first time I’d ful -on kissed him, without it being in the heat of passion (wel , okay, there was heat) but more simply just to kiss him.

The kiss was a good idea.

After a beat, his arms came around me, one hand went into my jeans at my bottom, the other one undid my bra. He slid it off my shoulders, pressed into the middle of my back, broke from my kiss and took my nipple in his mouth.

It felt so good, my back arched and my fingers slid into his hair.

He cupped my other breast and tilted his head back to look up at me.

“How much time do we have?”

His eyes weren’t pissed off anymore and I smiled at him.

Because I was happy, because he was a good guy and because I was going to get some.

“Al y’s knocking on the door at ten, then I’m supposed to climb out the window.”

He shook his head at our stupidity, flipped me onto my back, pul ed my jeans down my legs and tossed them aside.

I felt like jumping for joy, but that would require me getting up and there was no way in hel I was going to do that.

“When I’m done with you, you can cal Indy and tel her to come to the front door with Al y.”

To show my appreciation, I ran my tongue up his jaw and at his ear I said, “Thanks Eddie.”

“I’m sure you can find more creative ways to show your gratitude.”

Dear Lord.

I pushed off with my foot and rol ed him on to his back.

My hair fel around us when I lifted my head.

My hair fel around us when I lifted my head.

“I can do that,” I told him and I was pretty certain I could, or at the very least, I could try.

I started to work my way down his chest.

“You better be here in the morning,” he said when my mouth was at his abs.

I ran my tongue along the waistband of his jeans and he ran a hand through my hair.

“I’l make the coffee,” I promised.

“I don’t give a shit about coffee, I’m thinkin’ about the shower.”

Chapter Eighteen

Poker and Stun Guns

We got ready at Al y’s and upon arrival I found that Indy recruited Tod and Stevie for the dress-up portion of the evening.

I walked in the front door and without saying a word of greeting, Tod looked me up and down and said, “I’ve got just the thing.”

Then he rifled through a bunch of dresses, tossing aside shoes and whisking away feather boas and then he threw what appeared to be a swatch of navy blue material at me. I caught it and shook out the dress. It was tiny, stretchy, had spaghetti straps and was stitched with a bazil ion little blue plastic disks.

“Shoes!” Tod shouted, snapping his fingers at Stevie who gave Tod a glare that had to be in contention for The Glare of Al Time, such was its magnificence. Stil throwing The Glare, Stevie came forward with matching slingbacks that had a pencil-thin heel, a scary-pointed toe and a row of the same blue plastic disks that were on the dress were stitched across the toe.

“Tod found the shoes first, then he made the dress,” Stevie told me.

“I can’t wear this dress,” I whispered to Stevie, “It’s been made for a smal child.”

“It’s stretchy,” Stevie whispered back.

“It’s gonna have to be,” I told him.

It was, it covered everything it was supposed to cover (barely) and even came down to mid-thigh (if I pul ed it hard enough).

Tod did my makeup on a level one half notch down from ful -on drag and Daisy did my hair in the only way she knew how. When I looked at myself, I had four times as much hair as I normal y had. I didn’t look like me, I looked like eye candy in an 80’s rock video.

“How did you do that to my hair?” I asked Daisy.

“Magic, Sugar,” she answered.

Al y and Indy were in the same get-ups. Indy was in green Lycra with a slashed neckline that gave more than a hint of cle**age ( much more). Al y was wearing her own red knit dress, with a turtle neck but no sleeves, a teardrop cut out at her cle**age and it was so short, she wouldn’t be able to bend over for fear of an inadvertent moon.

“My babies! I’m so proud. You look like the Burgundy-ettes,” Tod said, throwing his arms out to encompass us al and then hugging us in turn. His drag name was Burgundy Rose and he looked in danger of proposing a road show.

“We better get going,” Indy said quickly before Tod produced a Tina Turner CD and made us practice doing backup for “Proud Mary”.

Stevie stood at the door.

“Al right girls.” He handed out bags, “I’ve checked, stun guns and tasers are charged, pepper sprays are readily available. Knock ‘em dead.”

Dear Lord.

I took my bag and gave Stevie a kiss on the cheek and we rol ed out to the Mustang. We almost couldn’t fit al of our hair into the car but luckily we were wearing fewer clothes so it balanced out.

“Jet?” Indy asked, turning in the front passenger seat to look at me when Al y started to fol ow the directions Daisy gave her.

“Yeah?”