Outlaw Country: A Biker Erotic Romance (2 page)

In spite of his cool and collected exterior, Micah found himself clapping along with everyone else. Delilah sounded like an angel. Her flowing, golden locks and slim curves made her look the part, too. She completed the look with sexy daisy dukes and a knotted crop top. A cowboy hat on her head would have made her picture perfect.

As Delilah reached the end of her song and allowed her voice to fade out, the crowd erupted into applause. Some of them rose to their feet. She stood there in the face of all the adulations and clutched the microphone stand with a demure, almost embarrassed, smile on her face. Micah developed tunnel vision as he focused on her. He dropped his unused cigarette on the ground, as Delilah drew a breath and began another song.

The gig continued for another half an hour and the crowd enthralled by this could-be country star. As the enthusiasm of the crowd grew, so did Delilah's confidence. With her increased confidence, the passion in her voice grew, as well. The crowd was falling in love with her. Micah nearly slapped himself when he realized he might be, as well.

Eventually, it was over. The audience erupted into applause and cheers. They rose to their feet in a standing ovation. Delilah smiled nervously and took a small bow before she stepped off the stage and headed to the bar.

"Just whisky, Bill," Delilah asked. She looked out of breath.

"You earned it, darling,” said Bill with a smile. He handed her a shot. She downed it in one go and hung her head in exhaustion.

"You've got a hell of a singing voice,” said Micah, as he approached her from the side.

"Thanks," said Delilah nervously. She turned towards Micah. She expected to see a man in a flashy suit with a business card in hand. It surprised and disappointed her that the fan was actually a biker, albeit one with a vice president's badge on his jacket.

"Um, thanks," Delilah repeated herself. She was a little more confident and dismissive this time. Maybe the real producer would be along soon.

"Expecting someone else?" Micah asked coolly.

"Yeah, my boyfriend," Delilah replied. She decided to try to discourage the fan from pursuing her any further. "He's coming to pick me up in a few minutes."

"What kind of guy doesn't come see his girlfriend's gig?" Micah pointed out smoothly. He caught Delilah on her lie. "Especially, when he knows what a beautiful singing voice she has."

"Look, no offense, buddy," Delilah adopted a more serious tone, "but I really am waiting for someone over here. So, I hate to dash your inflated hopes, but you're not getting in my pants tonight."

"Who says I'm picking you up?" said Micah, as cool and collected as ever.

"That's always why bikers come up and talk to me," said Delilah. She took another shot of whisky. "They're just passing through on their way to or from some biker convention and they're staying the night in town. They're all worn out from the open road. They want to take some pretty girl back to their motel room to keep them warm for the night, as a substitute for their wives or girlfriends. Most of them are total pigs."

"And how do I compare?" asked Micah, ever persistent. Delilah looked him up and down with a critical gaze.

"Well, you haven't commented on my breasts, yet," she said. She downed another shot of whisky. "You're not bad looking, either; but, that  doesn’t mean I'm going to sleep with you."

"Never crossed my mind," said Micah. A smug, bad boy smile crossed his lips.

"Liar." Delilah snorted dismissively. "You all want the same thing."

"I don't see anyone dressed like a record producer in that crowd, by the way," Micah said casually.

"What's that got to do with anything?" demanded Delilah, becoming defensive.

"It explains why you keep downing whisky shots," Micah replied, sensing a kink in her defensive exterior.

"I know how to hold my liquor, thanks very much," Delilah shot back. This time she was even more defensive.

"Let me guess," Micah said, as he moved in for the kill. "You've had all this singing talent since you were a kid and you've always dreamed of becoming the next big country star. But, to become a star, you need to get noticed. So, you set up this gig. You probably made a few calls to some record companies. You had hoped that one of them would send an agent out to hear you sing and make all your dreams come true. And now, you're waiting at the bar, hoping that he'll walk up to you and tell you to sign on the dotted line."

Delilah stepped into Micah's space and glared up at him, even though he was several inches taller than she was. He'd just hit the nail on the head. It made her feel intensely vulnerable to be verbally dissected so quickly.

"You don't know a thing about me," she said, trying to stop her voice from trembling.

"I'd like to," replied Micah. His bad boy demeanor briefly gave way to sincerity, "Let’s start with your name."

"Why?" Delilah demanded. Her defensiveness began to melt. "I'm just a country girl with big dreams in a little town. Why would you care about all that?"

"Because you're damned beautiful," Micah responded. "Simple as that."

Delilah found herself at a loss for words. She honestly couldn't tell whether this man was trying to pick her up or not. She'd stepped into his space to confront him, but found herself face-to-chest with him. Even with his shirt and jacket on, it was clear he was well built. Up close, his small beard and slightly unkempt bristles looked even more handsome. His eyes were an alluring shade of electric blue. His other edges were pretty rough, but his sheer good looks made up for that. Delilah casted around awkwardly. She hoped that the long awaited talent agent would interrupt them.

"If he hasn't turned up by now, he probably wasn't here to begin with," Micah pointed out. It was as if he read her mind.

"Oh, who am I fooling?" Delilah exclaimed in hopeless resignation. She turned away from Micah. "Who the hell would come to a crappy little town like this to hear some bargirl do a karaoke gig?"

"You shouldn't be so hard on yourself."

"Of course I should be," Delilah said. She downed another shot of whisky. "Dreams either come true or they come crashing down around you."

"No, they don't," Micah replied. His sincerity grew warmer. "As long as you don't stop chasing them, they either come true today or they come true tomorrow."

Delilah turned back to face Micah.

"That's sounds so sweet," said Delilah before adding a little haughtily, "for a bad boy biker who hasn't shaved in weeks."

"Ouch, that really hurts my feelings," Micah said with an amused smile. The insult did not faze him in the least.

"Well, it was nice talking to you, stranger," Delilah concluded. She set down her shot glass. "I'm heading home."

"Let me give you a ride then," suggested Micah.

"Nice try, handsome," snorted Delilah, "but I live just around the corner."

"At least let me walk you home then," Micah persisted. He was determined not to let his goal slip through his fingers.

"You just don't give up, do you?" said Delilah. Exasperation crept into her voice.

"When I see something I want," Micah replied smoothly, as he moved in for the coup de grace, "I never give up on it."

The two gazed into each other's eyes in silence for a few moments. Micah waited patiently for the fruits of his sweet talk to pay off. Delilah, slightly addled by the whisky, gauged whether or not it was worth taking this stranger home.

"Let's use the back door," she said.

***

Micah and Delilah went out the back of the bar. They walked side-by-side back to her house. A few of the streetlights were on by now, but the main source light was the bright white luminescence of the full moon. Although it was the middle of a hot summer, the cloudless night sky meant that the daytime heat vanished. In its place, an extremely chilly wind blew. Delilah shivered and huddled up against Micah.

"I could give you my coat if you'd like it." Said Micah, as he wrapped his arm around Delilah to keep her warm.

"Thanks for the offer," Delilah answered, "but it's my bare legs that are freezing."

"I could lend you my pants, too," suggested Micah not a little flirtatiously, "after we get back to your place." The offer made Delilah laugh.

"You still think you're getting in my panties tonight?" Delilah asked him.

"I get the feeling none of the other bikers got this far, am I right?"

"Your feeling is correct," Delilah replied. "You're actually the first biker I've ever met who wasn't a total pig."

"I'm flattered."

"You should be relieved, as well," added Delilah. "The last guy who tried to pick me up tried to grab my ass, so I grabbed his nuts and squeezed, hard."

"Still trying to put me off from trying to pick you up?" Micah asked, not visibly discouraged by the implicit threat.

"I don't see a Harley-Davidson anywhere," Delilah pointed out, "so technically, I'm the one who's picking you up."

A minute later, the couple arrived at Delilah's front door. She turned to face Micah. She was still not sure if taking him home was the right thing to do.

"I still don't know your name, stranger." Delilah remarked.

"The name's Micah."

"I'm Delilah."

"That's a pretty name."

"Why thank you," Delilah replied with a smile. She turned to open her front door. "Well, it was nice talking to you, Micah."

Micah wasn't about to let Delilah slip away when he was so close. He put his hand behind her neck and planted his lips on hers before she could stop him. His sudden move took her by surprise, but she relaxed as the kiss continued. She allowed herself to briefly melt into his embrace. Then, she pulled back to break it off.

"You're not going to leave me out in the cold after all that, are you?" asked Micah. He managed to successfully retain his cool exterior.

"You're a big, strong guy. I'm sure you can take of yourself," Delilah replied. "Although," she added, taking a step towards him, "I'm pretty sure you're big and strong enough to take care of me, too."

Micah took his cue and moved in for another kiss. Delilah wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled her body against his. He reached behind her knees, lifted her up by the thighs, and carried her inside the house. Micah kicked the door shut and carried Delilah up the stairs. She wrapped herself around him and hungrily kissed his neck, as he took her to her bedroom.

Once they were inside her bedroom, Micah set Delilah down and pulled off his jacket and shirt. Delilah gasped in awe and growing lust, as she beheld Micah's deliciously carved muscles. He had a perfect six-pack and well defined pectorals. His arms were thick and sculpted, as well. She was barely able to concentrate through her deepening arousal and tipsiness. Delilah hastily undid the knot of her crop top and tossed it on the ground along with her bra.

Micah moved in to kiss Delilah again. He invaded her mouth with his tongue, as she eagerly ran her hands across his body. Micah, in turn, ran his hands across Delilah's plump breasts and smooth belly. He worked his way down towards the ultimate prize. Delilah's hands also wandered south, across her lover's gym-carved muscles, towards the prominent bulge in his pants. She took a firm hold of his masculine equipment. She massaged it gently and stoked his aching need to release it from his pants.

Micah began to fiddle with the buttons on Delilah's daisy dukes, as they continued to kiss. As he undid the buttons of her shorts, she turned and pushed him backwards onto her bed with surprising force. He unzipped his pants and kicked them off along with his underwear and shoes. Delilah watched him with a dirty look in her eyes. With Micah watching, she slowly pulled her shorts and panties down around her legs. She kicked them away, along with her heels. Then, she swayed towards him and gave him a full frontal view of her nude body.