My second favorite Fiery Boy was Buck Morris, the bass player. The one who Kira hated for marrying Danielle. Buck was classically handsome, with a sculpted face and straight black hair that draped over sapphire blue eyes. And talk about built! His body was ripped. I guess I wanted him, too.
Buck's poster was at the head of my bed, which had the disadvantage that I couldn't see him as well when I was lying there. In the poster, he was working the bass while giving the camera a lidded stare and the barest sliver of a smile. I used to wonder about that smile. Whereas the first thing I wanted to do to River was tear his clothes off, the first thing I wanted to do to Buck was ask him what he was smiling at. Then I'd tear his clothes off. Face it: he was seriously sexy, too.
Jo squinted at me. "River? Sorry. And Buck? Why bother when he had someone else? I'm with Kira on this one. Give me Chuck any day. When he howled into the microphone, I used to break out in a sweat." She nibbled at her lower lip for a few seconds of fantasy desire. "And what about Gabe? I could watch his fingers fly over that guitar for hours. I wonder if he's still the horny one." She grinned and wagged her eyebrows.
Yeah, yeah. Chuck and Gabe, Chuck and Gabe. Everyone wanted Chuck and Gabe. And I had to agree that Chuck had some appeal. He was the tallest in the band, handsome, wiry, and muscular. When he sang and danced with his flirtatious smile, nobody looked away. And the way he growled on "Fiery Life" made me forget everything that was wrong with the world. For sure, I'd do him, too.
But Gabe. . . no. I couldn't deny that his guitar solos were things of beauty, but he simply didn't do it for me in the looks department. That's okay. I had three other guys to drool over.
I laid it all out for Jo. "Sorry, girl. You can have Gabe. And as far as Chuck goes, I guess I wouldn't kick him out of bed. Still, I'm sticking with my two favorites. Buck is pretty damn hot, and River. . ." I clutched my hands together and stared heavenward. "He's a god. So incredibly studly. I used to dream about marrying him."
I suddenly needed to see River again, eight years after the breakup. Was he still fabulously good looking? Did he still have a muscular build that I longed to have wrapped around me? I took out my phone and found a recent picture. Oh yes, my racing heart told me, I definitely needed to see this concert.