Echo’s Found Memory (Bikers in Love #17)

Prologue

STACY

Stacy swayed and moved to the music, in sync with her fellow dancers as the show progressed. It was her final act before the end of the night and excited energy filled her steps.

For once Stacy was anxious to finish up her rounds. One customer had caught her eye, and while it wasn't necessarily frowned upon Stacy always steered clear of the customers. However, with this man it was day four of him asking for a date.

All the girls had cheered her on when he was first vying for her attention. Stacy had thought they were mistaken or that he was teasing her.

Turned out it was neither. He genuinely wanted to get to know her. No one ever sought her out. Always going for skinnier dancers– Stacy had more of a curvier figure.

Travis Dickson.

A traveler just passing through. Yet he had hung around for four days already and had sat in the same seat, catching every show and cheering for her endlessly. It was honestly a little nerve wracking and thrilling.

It wasn't like Stacy had much of a life as is, what did she have to lose?

“You ready?” Travis asked as Stacy waited by the bar. Her nerves were kicking in. What did he expect of her? A hook-up? A random night on the town? Yet why would he have waited four days for those? They were in Sin City, hook-ups were a dime a dozen.

“Uh. Yeah, I believe so.”

“We don't have to go anywhere. We can stay here. Then after a drink and round of appetizers, if you want to leave on your own, you can. No hard feelings?”

Stacy heard the words but his eyes said more. His persistence had been endearing, even if she was out of her comfort zone.

“This is new to me. But I'm ready.”

Travis carted her to a local hidden diner that many of the girls raved about when working late nights.

Close and intimate, they shared one side of the booth and their life stories. As the evening flowed, Stacy felt herself falling. Much like in the romantic movies she watched in-between shows with the other girls. They were comical, swoon-worthy, and everyone knew the endings: perfect comfort background noise.

“Where do I need to drop you off at?” Travis asked as they stepped back out into the desert heat.

“Oh.” Was that a dismissal? An end of the evening?

“I don't want to leave. I'm trying to be good and not carry you off to my motel room and have my way with you.”

Stacy felt her nose crunch up at the word motel. She knew what sort of things went on in those and how they never got clean.

“Or you can come back to my tiny apartment and we can use a fresh clean bed?” Was that too forward?

Travis laughed. “Lead the way.”

Giggling, Stacy gave Travis her home address and rode behind him as he wove through the streets in the city she was raised in.

Several touches and kisses later they were finally locked away in her tiny abode.

“Ahh,” she moaned as Travis lifted her up and turned to bracket her against the door. His lips were addictive as he drank down her moans.

Stacy kneaded his shoulders and arms as their tongues danced.

“I've thought about you since I first saw you,” Travis gasped out as his lips trailed down her neck. “So fucking sexy. I'm gonna win you over. Make you mine.”

Stacy wanted to believe him. No one had ever wanted her. He already made her feel cherished in their short amount of knowing each other. Maybe love at first sight was real, and it had finally found Stacy.