“Rock star,” she purred in his ear before biting the lobe. “You are wearing way too many clothes.”
Giggling like two teenagers in the back seat of a car, Jake and Lori wriggled and squirmed until his t-shirt, jeans and white boxers lay on top of Lori’s clothes on the deck.
“Well, we’re both naked, li’l lady,” teased Jake, his hazel eyes shimmering with lustful mischief. “Remind me how we do this again.”
“Let’s try this,” whispered Lori as she manoeuvred herself round so that she was sitting with her back to his chest. Leaning back to allow Jake to nuzzle her neck, she reached down and guided his erect manhood to its destination. Placing her heels on the edge of the chair and her hands on the wooden arms, Lori slowly moved up and down, each stroke teasing both of them closer to orgasm.
With his face buried in the exotic floral scent of her long golden blonde hair, Jake allowed her to control things for a few moments. Unable to hold back any longer, he cupped her breasts firmly then thrust his long erect dick deep into her soft wet feminine depths hard and fast. With a long low feral moan of pleasure, Lori allowed her orgasm to consume her as Jake filled her with his hot creamy load.”
“Lord, I’ve missed you,” Jake groaned as he pulled her closer. “I love you, Mz Hyde.”
“Love you too, rock star,” sighed Lori as she felt him slide out from within her. “Let’s take this inside and refresh our memories some more.”
Scooping her up into his arms, Jake got easily to his feet and carried her through the house, praying that their kids were both asleep.
With a crack of lightning, the heatwave that had hung over the Delaware Riviera broke mid-morning on Friday. That first sky splitting flash triggered the start of a monumental thunderstorm. As the rain lashed down in sheets, first Grey then Paul arrived, both of them soaked to the skin by the time they reached the back door of the beach house. While the two members of Silver Lake dried themselves off, Lori poured them both a coffee.
“Jake’s downstairs,” she said as she set the two mugs on the table. “He’s been down there since the crack of dawn.”
Nodding, Grey said, “Hopefully working out a plan the three of us can agree on.”
“Not sure this is entirely about what the three of us want,” muttered Paul as he followed the band’s bass player out of the kitchen.
The soft strains of an unfamiliar melody greeted the two musicians as they descended the steep stairs down into the basement.
“Morning,” greeted Grey as he reached the last step.
“Mornin’,” called back Jake without pausing his playing. “Hope you brought donuts.”
“No,” replied the bass player, holding up a small square box. “Donut holes.”
“What’s that you’re playing?” quizzed Paul as he sat down in his usual seat. “Like it.”
“Just something I’m working on.”
An awkward silence hung in the air before Grey said, “Ok, let’s get the fucking question out there. Do we continue with the band?”
“Yes,” said both Jake and Paul in quick succession.
“We sure?” checked Grey bluntly.
“If it had been any one of us, Rich would’ve voted to play on,” said Jake calmly. “It won’t be easy but we need to find a way to make it work.”
“And what about playing a memorial show?” asked Paul. “Maddison is hell-bent that it has to happen.”
“It does,” stated Jake. “Whether we like it or not, the fans deserve their chance to pay their respects but we need to retain control over it. Personally, I don’t want to see it all turn into a circus.”
“I agree,” nodded Grey. “Something small.”
“What about the Ram’s Head in Baltimore?” suggested Paul, helping himself to more donut holes.
“That’s where I was thinking,” agreed Jake. “Holds about fifteen hundred. It’s also free on August 30th.”
“That’s not much time to get organised,” observed Grey cautiously.
“Exactly,” said Jake. “Let’s just do this live in the raw. Minimal rehearsal.”
“I could be persuaded,” admitted Grey thoughtfully. “It’s high risk.”
“No,” countered Jake. “It’s open and it's honest. If we can get it booked, we can get Lucy to put a message out on the fan page asking for ideas for the set. Let’s build this around what the fans want.”
“And who fills in on guitar?” asked Paul hesitantly.
“Million-dollar question,” sighed Jake, running his hand through his hair. “We’ve got Todd for a start. Garrett’s also offered to help. I’m sure Mikey will help if I ask. The guys from After Life could be up for it. Or, we just do it our own way. Just the three of us.”
“We could do some acoustic stuff just the three of us,” mused Grey, thinking out loud. “Mr Power, this could actually work.”
“Paul, call Maddy and see if she can secure the venue. We need that for a start,” suggested Jake.
Two cups of coffee later, the three members of Silver Lake had a rough plan secured and, with Lori’s help, a short video message ready to release on social media. By lunchtime, Maddy had called Paul to confirm their booking at the Ram’s Head, adding that she had spoken to Jason Russell to secure permission for them to promote the show themselves as a fan-only event. Instead of tickets being on general sale, they would be available to purchase directly through the band’s own website
