Drum's heartbeat

Vist

The next day:

Zoe POV:

Storm and I are at an American food restaurant and we both ordered the Velveeta bacon and chicken, mac and cheese.

“Velveeta cheese has no business looking that sexy. Making me wanna lick it all up and s**t. DAMN. And those sounds she makes?” He says as he stirs his mac and cheese, and

I laugh hysterically, holding my tummy.

“Don’t say it,” I say trying to calm my laughter, and he smirks at me.

“She’s so wet.” He whispers in a seductive way and I roll into another fit of laughter.

“I can’t believe I’m being replaced by Velveeta cheese.”

“You don’t have to be replaced by her, all I have to do is pour her all over your sexy curves.”

I chuckle and try to hide my blush.

“No thanks, I’ve never been into threesomes,” I tell him and he grins, before laughing.

“Shhh.” Someone from another table says sounding annoyed by our laughter.

“I think that lady needs some Velveeta in her life.” Storm whispers and I shake my head.

Under the table, our feet meet and play with each other. It’s all innocent until he kicks his shoes off and his foot starts to slide up higher along the inside of my thigh, and I do the same with my foot that I slide out of my sandal.

He gives me a challenging look as he sits back comfortably, and we continue to move our feet higher. I reach his bulge first and rub it with my foot. He hisses before he reaches my p***y under my skirt and rubs against my wet panties. f**k.

I moan softly and as people walk by, I eat some of my food to act natural. But Storm? He’s the f*****g natural.

As he rubs my swollen c**t I moan some more and he chuckles before pulling his foot away.

“This will never work if you can’t be quiet, Zoe.”

“Oh, I can be quiet, but can you?” I ask as I rub his tip in circles, then slide my foot up and down his length. He groans deeply and tries to pretend he was just clearing his throat while placing his napkin over his mouth.

“That’s what I thought,” I say with a smirk and he playfully glares at me.

After our very naughty dinner, I suggest for him to properly meet my parents and stay for some of mom’s apple pie.

“Are you sure I’m welcome, Zoe?” He asks a bit unsure as he starts up his car which by the way is as sexy as he is. He drives a black 1960s Chevy impala with a red leather interior, and the top is down.

Wow. He just does something to my ovaries.

“I’m sure they will love you, especially mom, and dad is probably going to have a poker face but don’t let him fool you.”

He takes a nervous breath before facing me.

“I trust you, Zoe. And I want to be a part of your life so if that means getting along with your family, I will do it.”

I smile warmly at him before reaching over to peck his lips.

“On one condition...” he says against my lips.

“What?”

“You meet my family some time too.”

“Deal. Under another condition. ” I say and his eyebrows shoot up.

“What other condition?”

“Next time we come to Reno, I want you to f**k me in this car.”

He groans and looks at me in a heated way that nearly melts me. I can tell he was picturing the very dirty scenario as he licks his lips, and his eyes travel down my body.

“Deal.”

We shake hands and he pulls my knuckles to his lips and kisses them softly. He looks so rough, and dangerous on the outside but inside he’s such a freaking teddy bear when he wants to be.

***

Storm POV:

Zoe is knocking on her parent’s front door and I don’t understand why I’m so nervous. I’m usually pretty cool about this s**t, but right now I feel like I’m at the top of a roller coaster and there is no rail left.

“Zoe! You’re back so soon and you brought a guest I see.” Says who I am assuming is her mother because she is the spitting image of Zoe. She also has long brown curls, and her skin is a bit tanner than zoe’s. Her eyes are also brown, and she dresses casually in denim overalls and a Heart band t-shirt.

“Mom, this is...”

“Gavin,” I say cutting Zoe off and she gives me an appreciative look since I’m allowing for my real name to be heard outside of the band and my family.

I extend my hand for her to shake, and she shakes it firmly and looks delighted but also confused.

“Gavin? But I thought your name was Storm? Well, I’m Mary, Zoe’s mother.”

“It’s nice to meet you Mary, and Storm is just my stage name.”

“Ah, well, please come in. My pie is almost ready. Kevin! We have guests!” She calls out down the hallway where a door gently opens and closes.

Kevin looks at me with a small smile that takes me by surprise, before walking towards me to shake my hand.

“Hello, again son. I’d like to apologize for how we met first.” He says and I nod.

“Consider this the first time then, apology excepted. Also, I’m a huge fan of your music, I used to listen to Shotgun as a kid, whenever my father used to blast it through his speakers.”

Kevin looks at me with raised eyebrows.

“Oh really? Well, it’s nice that young people enjoy 80s rock. There were so many great bands in the 60s, 70s, and 80s. Speaking of... is that a 1960s impala?” He says looking over my shoulder and out the window.

“Sure is. She was actually my first car, but when I got her as a gift. She was in terrible condition and I had to drive her rusty ass to school while sitting on a bucket.” I tell him and he cracks up laughing.

“Well she looks beautiful now, can I go check her out?” He asks and I nod with a smile.

“Yeah, I’ll give you the tour,” I say as we head outside and I see Zoe smile at me encouragingly.

After Kevin and I bond over classic cars and music, I head inside to get to know Mary. At this point they just seem like family and my nerves are replaced with wanting to know them more.

I avoid questions that are too personal and keep it light. Mary hands each of us a slice of Apple pie that has been making my mouth water since I got here.

We sit at the table and eat in comfortable silence. I bite into the pie that has the perfect crisp on top and the perfect softness and juiciness on the inside. God, that sounds more s****l than I intended.

“This pie is incredible Mary. Thank you.” I tell her and she gushes.

“Aw, thank you, Gavin.”

I hold Zoe’s hand under the table and she smiles up at me. In fact, the entire time she hasn’t frowned once. Once we finish I help Mary take the plates to the sink and Kevin drops a fork into the sink.

He then opens a top cabinet and I don’t miss the fact that he has a bunch of liquor bottles in it. So much I’m surprised the cabinets haven’t fallen from the weight. He looks at the bottles before shutting them and walking towards the couch, where Zoe sits and flicks through channels.

He didn’t notice me noticing, but it seems he’s still having a hard time with his addiction.

“Next time you two are in town, pay us a visit, okay?” Mary says beside me and I nod with a smile.

“We definitely will. Thanks for having me.”

Mary chuckles and shakes her head.

“Your such a gentleman, Gavin, and you’re welcome anytime. Are you and Zoe dating, or just friends?” she asks casually as she dries off her hands with a kitchen rag.

“Yes, I’d say we are dating. She has brought so much light into my life but we’re taking it slow for now.”

“Slow?” she says with a chuckle and shakes her head.

“My girl hasn’t smiled this much in a long time. I’d say she’s already fallen in love with you. Don’t break her heart, handsome.” She says the last bit in a serious way while aiming her serious eyes at me.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Mary. Not in a lifetime.”

“Good.” She says but I can tell she’s still a bit unsure of me, and who can blame her? I’m a rockstar, who women practically throw themselves at. then again Mary would know. She dated a rockstar herself.