"Now you are just insulting me."

She grins, taking my face in her hands. "You are gorgeous."

"You have to say that, you are my best friend. You aren't going to say 'gee Vi, you look like a bush pig'."

She steps back blank faced, then roars with laughter. I join in and soon we are giggling like two school girls.

"Ok, stop. We have to be collected for tonight; we want to be sexy...smooth."

I nod, swallowing. "Ok."

"Are you ready?"

I look down at my tight black dress and knee high boots. "Do I look rock?"

"Oh hell yeah!"

We are heading to one of Trav's concerts. He gave me a couple of tickets, and I couldn't say no to the obsessed Reagan who would have literally thrown herself on the floor if I denied her. We are staying with my mom this weekend; Chief is out all weekend, and I know what he is doing. He is looking for Demon. My mother had a fit when I arrived home beaten; she slapped Chief so many times he had to walk away otherwise I am sure he might have slapped her right back. I had to beg to be let out tonight, she reluctantly agreed, but she isn't happy about all this.

Reagan and I head out front and wave down a cab. When we arrive at the pumping concert, people are screaming and waving around Travis posters. I spot one on the wall; Travis half naked...he is sweaty, rippled and causes my mouth to go dry. I swallow and peer at the screaming women again, why the hell am I here? I must be mad. The doorman checks our tickets and smiles.

"The two lucky girls, Phoenix is waiting. Jock here will take you through."

He points to a big, burly man who gives us a brief nod. Reagan grips my hand and leaps up and down as we begin squashing through people to get backstage. When we walk out, I am engulfed by smoke and the smell of alcohol. The beefy bouncer walks us into a back room, and then opens the door. We step in and four men are sitting and chatting; laughing about something. They all look up and two whistle. I spot Travis right away and feel my cheeks flush.

"There you are Mischief."

"Did he just call you Mischief, OMG, I am going to die." Reagan fans herself.

"Boys, these are our guests tonight. Vi and..."

"Reagan."

"Nice to meet you Reagan." He grins; taking her hand.

I think Reagan just pissed her pants.

"N-n-nice to meet you too."

"Thanks for coming. These are my boys, Greg, Harley and Marcus."

I smile at the three men, but I can't take my eyes off Trav. His messy hair is swishing around his face as he moves. His black shirt is tight and clinging to a very...very hard and toned body. He has a black belt with a solid silver buckle that is wrapped around black jeans that fit him oh so well. He is wearing a pair of black boots and the look combined just makes him look dangerous. His grey eyes twinkle as I stare in awe at him.

"Like what you see?"

I snap my head up. "What, I wasn't..."

Everyone is laughing now. Great.

"It's ok beautiful, you are only human."

"Don't call me beautiful."

He steps closer. "Why not? You are."

I flush and look away quickly. Take a breath Violet, breathe.

"So would you girls like to hear the song we got going tonight?"

I stare at the handsome blonde man; I forget which band member he is. He smiles at me, and I admire his spiky blonde hair, pierced lip and tattooed body.

"Sure." I beam and sit down beside Travis. Not intentionally, it just happened.

They pick up their instruments and begin to play lightly. The music is the kind of music that takes you away and changes how you perceive the moment. When Travis starts to sing, I pretty much melt. He has that voice...the voice that can be soft and beautiful or hard and rock like. Right now, it's soft and beautiful, and I feel my skin tingling as he sings. I am lost in the moment; I don't even realize he is staring at me until the song ends and I re-focus my star struck gaze.

"Wow." Reagan stammers, her cheeks rosy red.

I can't get Travis's gaze from my face; he is just staring at me. I stand and smile.

"I am going to get a drink."

"I have a private bar, I will take you." Travis offers.

I nod, cursing that I didn't think that one through. Of course he has a private bar!

"So did you like my music?" He asks as we walk through a door and into a quiet room with rich red carpets and a wooden bar. I can see scattered tables and chairs throughout the large room; it is all very rustic.

"Of course I did, you are Travis Phoenix. You wouldn't be so popular if you sucked."

He laughs, and it's a rich, husky sound.

"Was that a compliment Mischief, because I thought you hated me..."

"I am being honest. I don't lie Travis. Your voice rocks...you do not."

He grips my cheek. "You didn't say that four years ago."

"I grew up idiot; maybe you should to."

He laughs. "You are too easy to wind up."

"And you are an ass."

He grins and slides me a martini, apple I think.

"A beautiful ass."

"Don't flatter yourself; I have seen better."

"In your dreams?"

I feel a smile touch my lips. "Perhaps...but that still means there is better."

"If you say so, now tell me Mischief, are you seeing anyone?"

I choke on my martini and quickly try to cover up my spluttering with a cough.

"What?" I croak.

He is grinning again; damn that grin.

"No I am not right now, but you already know that."

"Did I?"

I narrow my eyes at him. "Of course you did, or you wouldn't be hitting on me."

He laughs again. "Is that what you think I am doing?"

"Isn't it?"

He steps closer. "Beautiful girl; when I hit on women, they are fucking me in less than five minutes; last time I checked we still have our clothes on."

I gape, and blink, did he just say that? Well now I am offended; I turn away flushing. God, how could I be so stupid as to say he was hitting on me when clearly he isn't. I feel his warm fingers grip my chin and lift it. I meet grey eyes that are deadly serious.

"Don't give me those pained beautiful eyes Violet, I have seen them in my mind for four fucking years. You are the daughter of the most feared biker on this side of the world. Not to mention, you are beautiful, sweet and far too good for the likes of me. You are the forbidden fruit Mischief, the girl I could never have."

"Why?" I whisper, hating that my voice sounds so desperate.

"You know why, believe me I want..."

"Travis, show starts in ten."

The moment is ruined when Marcus walks in the room. Travis let's go of my chin and my heart thuds against my chest. I want him to finish the sentence; I want him to tell me what he was going to say, but he walks out, leaving me wondering yet again.

CHAPTER 4.

The show is crazy, and Travis is crazier. I have never seen a man look so hot on stage while banging his head and screaming into a microphone. He is half naked now, having lost his shirt during the evening to some lucky girl. His bulging muscles have most of the women running off with wet panties. He has the body of a rockstar a I mean literally. His abs move when he does; his chest muscles are defined and bulging. His chest is covered in tattoos, and there is one across his stomach, just under his belly button that reads "Eternity" in some thick, black lettering.

"He is so fucking gorgeous." Reagan screams.

I can't deny that.

"I know." I yell back.

Travis is sweating, making his body glisten. I am staring so hard at him, admiring his stunning good looks that I don't realize the crowd has gone quiet.

"Vi, oh my god, Vi."

I snap my head towards Reagan. "What?"

"Travis just called you on stage."

"Excuse me?"

I look over at Travis who is grinning at me.

"Come on Mischief; get up here."

All the women in the room are staring at me as if to say 'What does she have that I don't?' well if I could answer them I would say 'Fucks me.'

"Don't be shy, get up here or I will come and get you."

I shake my head, feeling the five drinks rushing through my body as my blood begins to pump. Travis jumps off the stage and I gape in horror as he strides towards me; his fans scream and reach out to him. When he reaches me, he leans down and suddenly I am up and over his shoulder. I scream and pummel my fists into his back. When we land on stage, he sets me on my feet.

"This gorgeous girl is my guest tonight, everyone say hello to Violet."

The crowd clap and scream.

"Now, she is going to join in and sing a little song with me."

"No, Travis..." I protest but he cuts me off.

"OR she has to kiss me."

I gape and shake my head again.

"What's it going to be?"

"Neither." I say, feeling a slight amount of dutch courage creeping in.

"I guess I will have to make the choice for you then or perhaps the crowd will, what will it be ladies? Sing or kiss?"

"KISS KISS KISS!" The women scream.

"It's settled then."

I can't say a damn word because suddenly his lips are on mine and oh god, they are soft and tasty. I put my hands up to push him away, only to find my palms resting on a rock hard chest that is covered in sweat and smells divine. I melt; I am a woman all the same and I have all the same needs. Travis kisses me with skill, with passion and hunger. I move my mouth with his, relishing in his taste. I can taste Travis with just a hint of whiskey; he has always had this mind blowing taste. He crushes my body against his and deepens the kiss. God I missed his kiss. My head is dizzy; my ears are ringing from all the screaming. When he lets me go, I sway on my feet.

"I think she liked that." He laughs, but his gaze is hungry and set on me.

"I have to go." I whisper, dazed.