“Thank you for coming,” she whispered into my shoulder. “It means everything to me.”
For the briefest moment, I rested my hands on the back of her neck and head. Her hair felt like silk underneath my fingers. I choked out a single breath of air. In all my life I’d never felt so wonderful and terrified all at once.
A second later, she broke away.
“Okay then,” I told her. “Go kick some ass.”
She laughed off my comment, yanking on the bathroom door. We walked through the bar together, in the direction of the stage. I willed myself to say something else, anything really, but no words left my lips. We reached the stage, she went in her direction and I went in mine.
Back at the table, everyone watched me as I sat down in my chair. Someone had been nice enough to order me a water while I’d been gone. I took a giant swig of it.
“What was that about?” Ellie demanded.
I shrugged, taking another sip. “I had to pee.”
“At the same time Lilly Davenport had to pee?” she questioned, her eyes narrowing in speculation at me. It was impossible for my oldest sister to stay out of everyone else’s business.
I was about to tell her to be quiet because she was annoying me and because the band was coming on, but Noah (of all people) beat me to it. “Leave him be, Ellie,” he told her softly. And like magic, Ellie stopped pestering me.
Wow. Kind of strange, but I didn’t question it.
In the next second, Rhett started talking. He was the type of person, outgoing and charismatic, that could easily grab and sustain the attention of a crowd. He introduced his band—Riptide Rush—as they were calling themselves these days, about the fifth name I'd known them by, and then he introduced Lilly.
“We have a special guest singing with us tonight, y’all. The beautiful and very talented, Lilly. So let’s get things started.”
The drummer immediately started the band off, playing a beat that reminded me of marching. I knew this song. But I'd never heard them play it before, and I wondered if it had been Lilly's song choice.
Rhett began on the guitar, the familiar chords of U2's “Sunday Bloody Sunday” filling the room, and whatever I'd been thinking about went forgotten. The band had the undivided attention of everyone in the entire place. The power and excitement of that song, particularly the opening of that song, filled the room.
And then Lilly sang.
The words were familiar, words I knew by heart, and yet, on her lips it was as if I was hearing them for the first time. Wow. I hadn't really known what to expect and had I heard her sing before, I never would have suggested she go home in the bathroom moments before this.
Her voice was absolute perfection. And she was sexy as fuck singing with so much heart into her microphone.
Shit.
I couldn't look away or even manage a steady breath watching her.
“Okay, that's long enough. I've waited long enough,” Ellie shouted to the table about thirty seconds into the song. “I need to dance. Noah,” she exclaimed, demanding he get up and join her. “Come with me.”
To my utter surprise, Noah stood.
“Georgie?” he asked, grabbing onto my little sister’s hand. She didn't waste any time and got up with him. Sydney was quick to follow the others. And suddenly the four of them had left me, off to be the brave first souls on the dance floor, singing their hearts out along with the band, just below where Lilly was performing.
I didn't move. I couldn't. I was entranced by Lilly on stage, only vaguely aware of what ridiculous idiots my siblings and the others were making of themselves on the dance floor.
“I'm getting a beer,” Jack said in his firm, rough voice. “Want one?”
I wasn't sure if that was a test or a genuine offer. It didn't matter. I planned on staying completely sober tonight. “No, thanks,” I said with my eyes still on the stage.
Lilly didn't look at me once during the song. I don't think she looked at anyone, actually. Her eyes were mostly closed and every ounce of her being was focused on the song she sang.
By the time this first song ended and the band flowed into the next song, the entire dance floor had filled. I'd never seen this place so alive. It was one of the most incredible performances I'd ever seen anyone, professional or novice, give.
With Lilly in the band… suddenly they weren’t complete shit anymore.
The next song began. And then another. When the fourth song started I realize I hadn't even moved a muscle. I'd been too enamored. My eyes found my siblings on the dance floor. Something in me wanted to join them.
And so, I did.
Ellie squealed as I came up to dance and sing with them. They were all having so much fun, it was infectious. Especially Georgina. I'd never seen her so happy in my entire life.
Ellie was always happy, always up for a good time. She never worried about anything in life. Georgie, on the other hand, tended to have her highs and lows. But tonight, I saw a whole different side to my sister. With Noah, she was... free.
And Noah? Who the hell knew he could have a good time? He danced just as hard as anyone else. Normally quiet, he sang along to every song tonight.
Now that I was practically under her feet, the focus of Lilly's attention shifted to me. And once she saw me it was as if she was singing solely to me. I sang along with her at the top of my lungs, bouncing with the rhythm of the crowd, lost in the moment.
There was no denying it, despite being in a jam-packed room, I was so fucking turned on by her. My heart raced. My blood pumped. My skin tingled. In that moment, nothing else in the world mattered, just the music and the pretty girl singing in front of me. I wished this high could last forever. I don't think I'd ever had this much fun or felt so much heat all at once.
Eventually, the band's first set ended. I was both simultaneously relieved and disappointed.
“We're going to take a fifteen minute break. Everybody get a drink, get hydrated, and don't go anywhere,” Rhett said to the crowd. There was a collective sigh and the dance floor cleared in an instant.
I lingered. So did Lilly on stage. As the others disappeared, I kept my eyes with her. “That was incredible,” I shouted up to her. Her performance was worth so much more than five-hundred dollars.
“You think?” The biggest smile filled her face.
“I know.”
I nodded to my right, wanting her to come around and meet me. She understood my meaning and moved to leave the stage.
I hurried to meet her.
We found each other on the edge of the stage. I wanted to kiss her so fucking bad. I wanted to do more than kiss her. I ached with the sudden need to know what it felt like to be inside her. To make love to her. To touch and kiss every inch of her soft skin. To know her on a much deeper level than the one we were currently on.
Suddenly, the two years during which I'd been celibate felt like a lifetime. I was so fucking hungry. And it wasn't for food. The worst part was Lilly had that same hunger in her eyes. But neither of us were acting on it. We both held back; both of us somehow able to resist the electric tether that was desperately trying to pull us together. It took a whole lot of restraint on my end, but somehow I managed not to touch her and pull her mouth to my mouth.
“Fuck,” I whispered, because I was in complete agony.
“I know,” she said in response. There was a fire in her eyes that told me she really did know exactly what I meant.
A second later Rhett joined us, handing Lilly a water bottle. She took it eagerly, opened the top, and chugged the water down. The little spell we'd been under was broken. Not unmendable, but at least back-burnered for the moment. Rhett started jabbering on and on—as he so frequently does. Sydney, Ellie, and the others came up and joined the little ‘pow-wow, group-talk’ thing we all had going on. They were discussing the band and how spectacular Lilly was and whatnot. I wasn't listening though. I was still lost on Lilly.
Here was the deal:
So fucking what if she was
pregnant. If she was finished with her baby’s daddy, wanted him out of her life, and had moved on from him, why the hell couldn't I step in and take over? And take care of her? There was this protectiveness inside me—a feeling I didn't know I was capable of until this moment—and I suddenly and desperately wanted to be that person for her.
After the conversation ended and it was time for the band to start their second set, I went back to my seat this time. I watched every single song for the rest of the night, but not with same vigor as before. Now my thoughts were elsewhere, now I was considering the possibility of a future with her. For the first time in forever, the idea of staying and living in North Carolina didn't seem quite so terrifying.
CHAPTER 10:
JUNIPER
Four hours.
The band had played for four long hours.
It was an amazing feeling being onstage—a rush of adrenaline like no other. The crowd's energy soaked into my soul. I felt powerful and capable and free. This moment was a turning point for me. For the rest of my life, if I ever doubted myself, I'd look back on this night and know I had the strength to overcome any challenge.
Fuck you, Quinton.
He never would have supported anything like this. He never would have let me step out in public, on stage to be scrutinized, without him manipulating and controlling every aspect of the situation. Hell, he probably wouldn’t have let me do it at all. Because he especially didn’t like sharing me with others. He enjoyed having me all to himself, behind closed doors, always abiding by his way of doing things.
But that wasn’t me anymore. A doll to be manipulated.
And I’d never be that person again.
By the end of the night I was exhausted. Like ‘can-barely-hold-my-eyes-open, want-to-pass-out-on-the-floor, so-tired-I-could-cry’ that sort of exhausted. Performing is hard work! The guys were all taking apart the equipment now and loading Owen's truck, so I knew it wouldn’t be much longer until I could go home. I wanted to help, to speed the process along, but Ben was still around and he offered to do my share of the work.
“You shouldn't be lifting anything while you’re pregnant,” he insisted.
He was probably right so I didn't argue. “Thank you. It's nice of you.”
When everything was finished and it was finally time to go, it was Ben who drove me home. Rhett had brought me earlier. But it made more sense that Ben take me home, given that I lived in the house right next door to his. So that was how I ended up in the passenger seat of his car.
The night was black and his car silent as he drove. I could have asked him to turn on the radio, but I didn’t. Instead I rested my head against the window, figuring it wouldn’t hurt to close my eyes for a small moment until we reached the house.
Really. It wasn’t far. We’d be home in a couple minutes…
…just a couple minutes.
A mile or two.
Just a mile or two.
Then the next thing I felt was the chilly, breezy night air in my face. What? Oh…we were home. I was home. I was being carried. I think.
“Where are your keys?” Ben’s voice asked.
“Oh. I don’t have the keys. It’s unlocked,” I mumbled into Ben’s shoulder.
I snuggled deeper in against a warm, hard, muscular chest. That was when I realized what was happening. I’d fallen asleep and it was Ben who was carrying me inside—Ben’s chest. It smelled like sunshine and possibilities and was cozy as hell. Tomorrow I knew I’d be reeling over this, but for the moment, I was too sleepy to analyze what was happening.
He brought me inside and up the stairs. “Which room?” he asked, his voice just above a whisper, sexy and soft and not the voice he normally used on me.
“Main level,” I managed.
He took me into a room which wasn’t the one I usually slept in. But I hardly cared. Pulling back the covers, he laid me down.
Yes! Finally, a bed, I thought. But then a different thought took over—
“Stay,” I whispered.
“I shouldn’t.”
“You should.”
My eyes were firmly shut, but I mustered all my strength to open them for a small second. The room was dark, but my eyes adjusted enough to see Ben’s outline standing there, looking down on me.
“Stay,” I repeated.
Then the most amazing thing happened; I heard him kicking off his shoes and the bed creaking as he crawled in beside me. He didn't pull me in against his body. He didn't embrace or touch me. He only laid next to me, a couple inches between us. But I could feel the warmth of him there and hear the slow intakes of his breathing. He'd stayed—and that was all that mattered.
It would be awkward in the morning, that much was certain, but for now, in my half-asleep, half-aware state, it felt wonderful. And comfortable. And right.
I closed my eyes and drifted off once more.
* * *
Morning came way too soon. I could have slept in until noon, but the moment sunlight streamed into the room and some vague awareness hit me—the awareness that Ben was here with me—suddenly I was wide awake.
We might have fallen asleep side by side, but that wasn't how I woke up. Using his body like my own personal pillow, my head rested on his chest—damn. And my leg hooked over his hips—shit. One of my hands had tangled itself into his hair—wow, it was soft, and just long enough to properly tug.
Lord help me, I was practically groping him in his sleep. What's worse? I'd never ached for someone so hard in my life. Seriously, it felt like my lady parts were on fire. So completely turned on. So wet. So ready. So suddenly desperate for sex, for Ben, that it was overwhelming. Never in my life had I woken up like this—like some kind of horny teenager.
This wasn't the first time I'd wanted to pounce on Ben, either. In the middle of performing last night, I'd felt the same rush of desire. This sudden, uncontrollable need. Prior to this, I'd thought Quinton had completely screwed me up and ruined sex for me, possibly for life. But the way I wanted Ben...it made me feel like maybe sex with him could be okay. More than okay. And normal. And most importantly, safe.
Carefully, I untangled my hand from his hair. Then lifted my leg off his body and rolled away, back over to my side of the bed. It was wrong of me to want him the way I did. He might have made a couple mistakes in his life, but he still had a world of possibilities in front of him.
The other day, Rhett told me a few new things about Ben. He told me that Ben had graduated a whole year early from high school, but had he finished he would have been the valedictorian. Ben was also an incredible quarterback for his school's football team. Everyone expected that he'd play college ball and then possibly continue on into the professionals. That made him smart, talented, and only twenty-one.
His 'fake-death' was only a small blip in the grand scheme of his life. He'd get back on his feet—as he already was doing. And the last thing he really needed was pregnant me slowing him down.
My eyes started to burn. Don't cry, dammit, I scolded myself. There really was nothing to cry over. But still, silent tears slipped out, hitting my pillow, as I stared up at the ceiling.
It was selfish and wrong of me to ask Ben to stay last night. He was too good of a guy, so obviously, he hadn't told me no. But he'd violated his parole because of me, and I never should have asked him to do that.
Getting out of bed, I tiptoed down the hall for the kitchen.
I had a fresh five-hundred dollars now. What if I left Kill Devil Hills? Moved on to some new random town? Started over all over again? I could easily grab all my stuff right this second, pack up, and leave forever.
I sat down on the living room couch, seriously considering it. Except, I made no attempt to gather my stuff. Deep down, I didn't want to leave.
A moment later, I heard Ben's feet padding across the tile flooring. He'd woken up before I had a chance to decide anything.
I froze on the couch as he came into view. Damn, he was cute in the morning. His dark hair stuck up adorably,
his blue eyes were lazy with sleep, and he had a ridiculously sexy smile on his face. He looked like he'd gotten lucky last night when he obviously hadn't. He moved toward me, all tired and smiley, and collapsed on the couch beside me. His arms circled my body and he pulled me in against him.
What the…
Had we already crossed some line I wasn’t aware of?
I swallowed hard. It felt so nice in his arms. But it also made my stomach prickle with guilt. “What are you doing?” I whispered. It was only a hug, but I didn’t know what it meant.
This groan, almost like a growl, left his lips. He pulled away, leaving the couch, and me, moving across the living room, putting a fair amount of distance between us. “Sorry,” he muttered. And then he sighed, sitting down in the recliner on the opposite side of the room. He rested his elbows on his knees, running his hands through his hair. Tugging at it only made his hair look more disheveled and sexy. Then he stopped fidgeting and stared across the room at me.
“Actually, I’m not sorry. Not even a little bit.”
Oh, shit.
There was something about the tone of his words, all straightforward and direct, that had my undivided attention. I could tell where this was about to go. And part of me jumped inside; another part grew scared shitless.
“I don’t think it’s smart to blur the edges of our friendship,” I told him, in some half-attempt to stop the inevitable. “Do you?”
He stood. “The edges of our friendship are already blurry as fuck.”
Well, he did have a point.
He moved back across toward me, and I stared up at him with wide eyes, when suddenly he dropped to his knees in front of me.
His face, his lips, his mouth—were all dangerously and deliciously close to my own. And my body started to tremble because of his proximity. “I’m pregnant...with somebody else’s kid,” I said softly, throwing it out there as my only defense, as if he wasn’t already aware.
“It doesn’t matter to me.”
Complete and utter shock vibrated through me. “It doesn’t?”
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