Page 42 of Wheelie's Challenge
“Let me help you with that,” she said, taking the nachos from him.
Wheelie picked up his beer from the counter and they headed to their seats. Along the way, she noticed a lot of women checking him out, and why wouldn’t they? Wheelie was the epitome of the quintessential bad boy, with bared inked and muscled arms, a five o’clock shadow lightly covering his strong jaw, and his fuck-the-world attitude. The way his jeans outlined the enticing bulge pressing against the front of his pants was an added bonus. Desire rippled through her when he looked at her and grinned then moved in closer so that his upper arm brushed her shoulder. Sparks skated across her tanned skin, and Sofia had to take in several deep gulps of air to steady her increasing arousal.Every damn thing about him screams ‘hot sex god.’She giggled and looked up at Wheelie, who winked then nudged her into an aisle ten rows up from the pit.
“These are great seats. You must’ve paid a fortune for them.”
Wheelie helped her settle in her seat then bent over and kissed her passionately. “You’re worth it,” he said in a low voice that made her insides melt.
“I can’t believe I’m sitting at a Jason Aldean concert.” Sofia turned toward him and placed her fingers under his chin, inching closer until their lips met. “Thank you for this,” she said softly.
He gave her a half smile then took a bite of his burger while he scanned around the amphitheater. “It’s a sold out show.”
Sofia looked behind her and saw thousands of people spilling in, filling up the seats and standing on the lawn section in the very back of the venue. Thousands of American flags waved in the slight June breeze; she’d never seen anything like that before. A frenetic energy sizzled in the air as the concert goers’ anticipation grew with each passing minute.
“How’re your nachos?” Wheelie asked.
“Super good. They’re extra cheesy. Want to try them?”
Wheelie shook his head and picked up his beer. Sofia checked over her shoulder again, trying to spot anyone in black leather, but all she saw were Stetsons, checkered shirts, chunky belt buckles, and cowboy boots. “I bet if this was a Metallica or Five Finger Death Punch concert, the crowd would be in black and there’d be a lot of Insurgents.” Sofia turned back around and looked at the crowd of people standing in the pit.
“For sure, but a lot of the brothers like country too.”
“Do you think any of them are going to be here?”What’s the chance of running into one of the guys with this many people?
“No one mentioned they were going to this concert. Most of the brothers are either hanging with their women, or at the roadhouse for the wet T-shirt contest and half price beers.”
Sofia relaxed. “I don’t want to run into anyone we know tonight.”
“We’re okay.” Wheelie picked up the bag and pulled out a frosted brownie then took a bite. “This is real good.”
The tempting scent of chocolate made her mouth water, and Sofia turned away.
“I know you like brownies. Remember when I’d drive you to the state pen, and you used to insist I stop at the convenience store on the way so you could get your fix?” He chuckled.
Sofia nodded, a smile beaming across her face. “Sometimes I couldn’t wait to go just so I could get the brownies. I’ve always loved them. I remember special afternoons when my brothers and I would go over to Grandma’s after school, and the whole house would be filled with a warm, comforting aroma of chocolate, butter, and flour. She’d be baking in the kitchen, and a platter stacked with the richest, gooiest brownies would be sitting on the table along with a glass of milk for each of us.” Sofia stared in the distance, the memories filling her mind. “I loved my grandma. She was the nicest, sweetest person, and she was my anchor, my refuge… but then she died when I was twelve, and I lost my safe space. God… I loved her,” she said in a barely audible voice.
Wheelie curled his arm around Sofia and tugged her to him then kissed the top of her head. “It sucks when we lose the people we love.”
Sofia glanced up and she saw a faraway look in Wheelie’s gaze as he stared past the stage, and she suspected the ghosts from his past were rattling inside his head too. She placed her hand on top of his and squeezed it. “I’m sorry for whatever painful memory you have in your head right now.”
Wheelie’s gaze snapped to hers. “Life is a collection of painful memories, baby.” He smiled. “We’re at a fuckin’ concert. It’s been a long time since I’ve been to one. I think the last one I went to was a few years back at Red Rocks. It kicked ass.” Wheelie swiped some of the frosting off the top with his finger and stared at her. “Have a taste. Open your mouth.”
The image of her past scattered to the corners of her mind as tingles scuttled down her spine.
“Come on. Just a bite.” Wheelie’s gaze didn’t waver from hers.
Sofia did as he asked, and the sweetness of chocolate slid past her lips then bumped slightly against her tongue. She swirled it around his finger, licking every bit of the frosting off.
Wheelie slowly moved his finger in and out of her mouth, his gray eyes intense. “Does it taste good?” he said in a husky voice.
“Mmm… so good. So sweet. So sinful.” Looking up at him through lowered lashes, Sofia smiled.
“Fuck,” Wheelie grunted, smearing a small bit of frosting on her bottom lip, and then leaned in and gently sucked it between his teeth.
A current of arousal sparked, making her shiver with need and want. Sofia grasped the back of Wheelie’s neck and drew him closer, kissing him deeply and desiring so much more. The brownie fell on the concrete when his palm cupped her breast; the slow flick of his thumb crossed her taut nipple as it strained against the fabric of her top.
“You make me crazy,” he muttered, peppering kisses over her neck.
Sofia’s head lolled back, but Wheelie tangled his hand in her hair and yanked her face up, crushing his lips to hers, then thrusting his tongue into her mouth. He tasted of beer and chocolate and her whole body quivered under his kiss.
