Knights of Stone
Rock My Senses
Underground Encounters 6
Computer geek by day, by night Mike
Harvey becomes outlandish guitarist Chee Keydood for rock band Velvet Cocks.
Spotting two women kissing in a club, he thinks he’s in luck.
Allana Miles isn’t sure what came
over her, but she sure as hell recognizes Chee and can’t believe he doesn’t
remember her from their one-night stand. But she has no time to think about
him—she’s too busy opening her own yoga studio to get involved in a relationship.
When they meet again at a New
Year’s party, their attraction reignites, too hot to ignore. But they’ve got
issues to overcome. Allana catches glimpses of the man behind the façade, but
doesn’t think they can fit into each other’s lives even though the sex is
great. Mike has always known he’s a bit different, but is shocked to discover
his real nature. Will he be able to protect Allana from danger and convince her
to take a chance on him?
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Peering behind an amp where the
sound came from, I saw something that made me forget why I was back here. Two
women were in a heated kiss. A tall auburn-haired one wearing a black vinyl
dress with corset fastenings along her back had a petite blonde pressed against
a wall. I slipped back against the wall to blend in with the shadows,
mesmerized. Was there anything hotter than two women making out?
The taller one took the smaller
woman’s wrists and pressed them higher against the wall. She moved her mouth
down to kiss the blonde’s neck and slid her hand under her skirt.
Holy shit! She was touching her
right in front of me. Forget the burlesque dancers, this was a much better
Now I could see more of the
blonde’s face, her eyes closed, mouth half-open, and an expression that spelled
pure ecstasy. The tiny mewling sounds escaping her shot me to rock-hard status.
I had to adjust my pants. Watching them was wrong, I knew it. But I couldn’t
tear my eyes away even if I’d had a crowbar.
The blonde cried out, setting my
senses on alert. Compelled to make sure she was all right, I peered closer. Her
pained expression changed to a rapturous one, clearly enjoying whatever was
happening. Maybe they liked it rough, with a little pain. Nothing wrong with that.
I didn’t hear anyone approach, but
a massive, long-blond-haired guy in black swooped in front of the women. “Nike,
stop,” he commanded.
The auburn-haired woman turned his
way and hissed. It sounded more feline than female. “Leave us, Danton.” She bent
down over the woman’s neck again.
“You can’t do this.” He pulled her
away as if she were as light as a mic stand. “Where’s Michel?”
This woman had drops of blood
smeared on her chin and on sharp white teeth, which I swear looked like fangs.
Holy shit, fangs. I knew this club was full of freaks, but vampire play? Jeez.
“He’s not here,” she hissed.
“Let’s call him to come get you.”
He clamped onto her wrist and she pouted, but didn’t fight him.
The guy scanned the area backstage
and pointed at me. “You. Take her out of here.” He nodded to the blonde. Her
eyes still appeared unfocused, dazed by lust.
“What?” I replied, stepping out
from behind the amp. “I don’t even know her.”
“Get her out of here. It’s for her
safety,” he said. With his free hand, he took the blonde by the wrist and
nudged her in my direction.
The blonde’s eyes floated around,
but then widened when she focused on my face. “You?” she said, astonished.
After a quick glance at her, the
Viking dude said, “You will not remember any of what happened back here
tonight.” His eyes fixated on mine, not blinking.
“What the hell, dude?”
He looked away and inhaled, closing
his eyes and muttering something under his breath. Staring at me again, he
said, “You will forget what happened back here tonight.”
“Whoa, are you trying to pull some
kind of Jedi mind trick on me?” I raised my hands. “Not cool, man.”
The Viking guy continued to stare,
but then tilted his head, appraising me. The woman began to squirm out of his
grasp, flashing her bloody fangs our way as she reached for the blonde next to
“Get her out of here,” he repeated.
The urgency in his voice and the
prospect of being bitten by a madwoman who took a fascination with vampires to
an extreme spurred me into action. Forgetting about the band with their
luscious half-naked dancers, I grabbed the blonde’s hand. She was somewhat
woozy and toddled on her spiky heels so I threw her over my shoulder to get us
out of the club faster. Her scent washed over me, clean with undertones of
coconut. It tugged at the back of my brain with familiarity.
Her wits must have begun to return
as she pounded my lower back. “Put me down.”
“Easy, princess,” I said. “I’m
trying to help you.”
“I don’t need your help! Put me
Once we were outside in the brisk
New England air, I set her on her feet. The salty tang of the ocean tickled my
nostrils even though it was hundreds of yards away. A light dusting of snow had
fallen and a few snowflakes fluttered through the air, but it wasn’t dense
enough to stick and would probably be gone by morning.
“What the hell was that about in
there? You’ve got blood dripping down your neck.”
She dabbed at her neck and stared
at her fingers, now stained dark red. “What the—” A snowflake went straight for
her finger and we both watched mesmerized as stark white met velvet red and was
swallowed by it.
A few snowflakes fell onto her
cheeks and her tiny nose and I felt an urge to brush them away, but they melted
once they met the warmth of her flushed skin. She had delicate features and
pretty blue eyes. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t place how I knew her. Her
blonde hair lay tousled on her shoulders, set off by the black of a dress that
clung to her tight little body. My cock had settled down after the freaky
incident inside, but twitched back to life again.
“Are you two into some weird-ass
drugs and vampire role-play or something?” I asked.
My question distracted her from her
blood-covered fingers. She still appeared dazed, but wobbled less. The fresh
air and sight of blood must have jolted her back to reality. She reached into
her purse and pulled out tissues to blot the blood.
“I’m not judging,” I clarified, in
case I embarrassed her. “We all have our things.” When she didn’t answer me, I
asked, “Where do you live?”
She focused on me with a dead-eyed
stare. “Figures you don’t remember.”
Thanks for sharing Lisa,