all the things so far, set my hair on end the most.
Is he trying to be friendly? Is it an act?
Showing us his back, Drez nodded his head as if Brenda could see. “Alright. Sounds good. See you soon.” Shoving the phone in his pocket, he gave us all a tiny shrug. “Private room at some place called the Griffin Bar and Grill. An hour away or so. Best I could do.”
Colt stood up, making the table and bottles shake. “An actual restaurant? Hell yeah!”
“Brenda didn't like the idea, did she?” Porter rubbed his nose, matching the amusement on Drez's face.
The singer just shrugged again, shooting me a look from the corner of his eye. “She never likes my ideas. Hope you're ready. You're about to get a taste of what it means to be famous.”
If it's anything like being close to you, I thought, smiling like some plastic doll in his direction—a plastic doll full of heat and icy nerves who was barely keeping it together.
Then it just might kill me.
- Chapter Five -
Drezden
T his kid.
This fucking kid.
How could one girl throw me for such an endless loop?
First she blew me away with her talent, then her innocent fucking little smiles and genuine reactions to everything around her. Next, she's dropping notes and sweating herself into a mess like it's her first time performing. And we weren't even on a stage with thousands watching us!
Rubbing my inner arm, I watched Lola from the corner of my eye. After telling her we'd be stopping to get food, she'd gone off to use the showers on the bus. My lip ticked at the memory of how high her eyebrows had shot up when we'd told her the showers weren't a joke, they really existed.
Now, the young guitarist was stretched out on one of the long couch style seats. Her hair was ruffled, that wet just-out-of-bed look that made my cock firm up in seconds. The racer-back grey top she'd had on was replaced by a long sleeved black sweater, too thin to bring much warmth, and sleek enough to reveal the swells of her breasts.
I couldn't break away from eating up her sexy body. Up and down, I scanned her from head to toe, as if I could scribe her image into my mind for later. Like she sensed me, Lola flicked her blue eyes up. They met mine and stayed there.
I was the first to look away.
Shit, I thought angrily. I need to get it together, but it's a challenge when this damn woman with legs all the way up to her asshole is inches away from me. Yeah. It's just about sex, that's all.
Just sex.
Nothing else.
On the couch, she absently toyed with her hair. Right away, I thought about how her hands moved like birds through a storm when she played guitar. Lola was fucking good; I had to admit that. Talented... and with a mouth made for kissing.
I thought about how I'd held her cheeks as I checked out her injury in the back of the bus. She bit the shit out of her tongue, I reminded myself. That was both dumb and disturbing. If I told myself that Lola was messed in the head, would that turn me off?
No, you're fucked up, too.
My fingers dug into my knee cap. I wanted to push the image of her wet mouth and wide eyes from my skull. My attempts to stop thinking about Lola were backfiring.
I'm a smart enough guy to know this is a bad road to go down. The last thing I need is fucking drama because of where I stick my dick. I'd seen bands torn apart because of members fighting with each other. Relationships didn't belong in a band. One bad breakup, and boom.
The show was over with.
Literally.
Porter said something; I missed it, but whatever it was, it made Lola laugh. The sound was like sugar in my mouth. My tongue tingled as I looked back at her, stuck staring at her long throat and sparkling eyes.
She looked at me again. Once more, I broke my stare. It wasn't that I was nervous, no. I just knew that this thing in me, this fierce hunger that wanted to jump on Lola and taste her moans or her sweet pussy, rose to the surface every time she looked into my eyes.
This was a dangerous game. I
Is he trying to be friendly? Is it an act?
Showing us his back, Drez nodded his head as if Brenda could see. “Alright. Sounds good. See you soon.” Shoving the phone in his pocket, he gave us all a tiny shrug. “Private room at some place called the Griffin Bar and Grill. An hour away or so. Best I could do.”
Colt stood up, making the table and bottles shake. “An actual restaurant? Hell yeah!”
“Brenda didn't like the idea, did she?” Porter rubbed his nose, matching the amusement on Drez's face.
The singer just shrugged again, shooting me a look from the corner of his eye. “She never likes my ideas. Hope you're ready. You're about to get a taste of what it means to be famous.”
If it's anything like being close to you, I thought, smiling like some plastic doll in his direction—a plastic doll full of heat and icy nerves who was barely keeping it together.
Then it just might kill me.
- Chapter Five -
Drezden
T his kid.
This fucking kid.
How could one girl throw me for such an endless loop?
First she blew me away with her talent, then her innocent fucking little smiles and genuine reactions to everything around her. Next, she's dropping notes and sweating herself into a mess like it's her first time performing. And we weren't even on a stage with thousands watching us!
Rubbing my inner arm, I watched Lola from the corner of my eye. After telling her we'd be stopping to get food, she'd gone off to use the showers on the bus. My lip ticked at the memory of how high her eyebrows had shot up when we'd told her the showers weren't a joke, they really existed.
Now, the young guitarist was stretched out on one of the long couch style seats. Her hair was ruffled, that wet just-out-of-bed look that made my cock firm up in seconds. The racer-back grey top she'd had on was replaced by a long sleeved black sweater, too thin to bring much warmth, and sleek enough to reveal the swells of her breasts.
I couldn't break away from eating up her sexy body. Up and down, I scanned her from head to toe, as if I could scribe her image into my mind for later. Like she sensed me, Lola flicked her blue eyes up. They met mine and stayed there.
I was the first to look away.
Shit, I thought angrily. I need to get it together, but it's a challenge when this damn woman with legs all the way up to her asshole is inches away from me. Yeah. It's just about sex, that's all.
Just sex.
Nothing else.
On the couch, she absently toyed with her hair. Right away, I thought about how her hands moved like birds through a storm when she played guitar. Lola was fucking good; I had to admit that. Talented... and with a mouth made for kissing.
I thought about how I'd held her cheeks as I checked out her injury in the back of the bus. She bit the shit out of her tongue, I reminded myself. That was both dumb and disturbing. If I told myself that Lola was messed in the head, would that turn me off?
No, you're fucked up, too.
My fingers dug into my knee cap. I wanted to push the image of her wet mouth and wide eyes from my skull. My attempts to stop thinking about Lola were backfiring.
I'm a smart enough guy to know this is a bad road to go down. The last thing I need is fucking drama because of where I stick my dick. I'd seen bands torn apart because of members fighting with each other. Relationships didn't belong in a band. One bad breakup, and boom.
The show was over with.
Literally.
Porter said something; I missed it, but whatever it was, it made Lola laugh. The sound was like sugar in my mouth. My tongue tingled as I looked back at her, stuck staring at her long throat and sparkling eyes.
She looked at me again. Once more, I broke my stare. It wasn't that I was nervous, no. I just knew that this thing in me, this fierce hunger that wanted to jump on Lola and taste her moans or her sweet pussy, rose to the surface every time she looked into my eyes.
This was a dangerous game. I
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