I take her out onto the deck and the crowd parts for us as I lead her to the back corner. The night air has a chill in it; when we stop I spin to face her, take hold of her arms, and rub them slowly under the guise of keeping her warm.
“I haven’t seen you here before,” I say. “What’s your name?”
“Amber.” She’s silent for a moment and then asks, “What’s yours?”
Ah, she doesn’t know who I am. That’ll make this more interesting. “Aidan,” I say. “You’re not here for the band, I guess?”
“Them?” she says, gesturing inside. She gives a cute little snort of disgust. “You’ve gotta be kidding.” She searches my face for a moment before continuing. “Sorry, if you’re a fan.” She doesn’t look particularly sorry, and I almost laugh but I shrug instead. I’m not going to badmouth the opening act.
“So you’re here with a friend?” I lean back against the railing and bring her closer, still rubbing her arms. She shivers, but I don’t think it’s from the cold. I find another strand of her silky hair to play with. “And not here for the band? Just looking for a good time?”
Something flashes in her eyes — I’m not sure if it’s irritation or panic. Maybe I’m going too fast for her, which means she’s definitely not my usual type. I give her a smile as I search her expression, and the flicker of discomfort I’d seen is gone as quickly as it came.
I twirl her hair around my fingers, release it, and then cup the back of her neck, where I find her muscles drawn tight. “Hard week?” I ask as I rub the soft skin just above her shirt collar. My hands want to wander, to explore more of that softness.
“Just classes. You know.” Her voice is softer and has that undertone that tells me she likes what I’m doing. If I had more time, I’d take her off the patio, down into the shadows, and do her right now.
Good thing it’s dark out here, because I’m suddenly sporting the world’s biggest hard-on. My magic hands have her melting like putty, and I can’t wait any longer to find out if she tastes as good as she looks.
I tangle my hand in the hair at the base of her scalp and pull her close. Next to her ear, I whisper, “I’m going to kiss you now.” Her body tenses with surprise, but she doesn’t pull away, not one inch. I look into her eyes and watch them flutter closed as I approach her pretty mouth.
I touch my lips to hers softly at first. She tastes of berries and smells of mint, and I remember that she wasn’t holding a glass when I saw her. It’s not often I’m kissing a girl who hasn’t had a drink or two already. I start to explore her lips, slowly, and wait for her to return my kiss. It doesn’t take long. She moves slowly too, and after one more kiss I pull back to look into her eyes.
I see what I knew I’d see there; her eyelids are heavy, her cheeks are flushed. When I lower my head again, she meets me halfway and her lips part for me. I wrap my arm around her back, bring her body against me, and claim her mouth as mine. Pressed close, she feels as good as I knew she would, all soft curves and sweet-smelling warmth.
I’ve only just sampled her, but I want more. I want it all. Too bad my time’s almost up.
I sweep my palms down the length of her back, then slowly bring them upward, applying pressure along the sides of her body as I explore the landscape. Later, I want to peel her top off in just this same motion, and discover her inch by inch. My hands slide over the outline of her bra; maybe I’ll use my teeth when I take it off.
My cock jerks at that thought, reminding me that it’s more than ready to be let out of confinement. The next few hours are going to be torture.
Control is not a problem for me. Not usually, anyway. I get the girls all worked up, but I know exactly what I’m doing. This girl, though — Amber, I think she said — she’s testing my limits. I need to go soon but I don’t want to stop.
I run my tongue slowly along her upper lip, needing one more long taste to hold me over. I grab her hips and pull her into me and practically moan when my cock presses against her body. But then I feel her stiffen under my hands. She goes still for a second, and when she kisses me again it’s more tentative, a little hesitant.
I pull back and look at her. Her gray-green eyes are wide; she looks startled. I run my thumb down her cheek and along her jaw. “Everything okay?”
She nods.
“I need to go do something,” I say. “Will you wait for me?”
Her eyes flicker to my lips, then back to my eyes, still with that deer-in-the-headlights expression. Finally, she nods.
I take her face in both of my hands and go in for one more sweet taste. “I’ll see you soon,” I say, and then I force myself to pull away.
Chapter 3
Amber
What the hell just happened? One minute I was walking into this dive, finding everything around me distasteful, and the next minute I’m attached to some guy at the face?
In my defense, the guy — oh my god. He hypnotized me with those gorgeous eyes. One touch of his lips to mine and I was ready to do whatever he wanted. Which is not like me at all.
Then in the middle of the most amazing kiss of my life, he says he has to go. Some urgent thing he has to do, but he wants me to wait for him? I’m confused; I’m irritated; I’m dazed with pleasure.
Speaking of pleasure, I’m pretty sure that was his cock pressing against me. His hard cock. Maybe he needed to go adjust himself or something.
Coming out of my makeout haze, I notice the crowd on the deck is thinning out. I can’t believe I just participated in such a public display of affection. Seriously, I swear I was a victim of hypnosis. A very willing victim.
A group of three girls leaves the deck and I suddenly remember Megan. She’s probably wondering where I went, but she’d be proud of me if she knew what I’d been doing. She’s always telling me I need to study less and have more fun.
I can’t slack off, though. Chemistry is kicking my butt, and if I don’t bring my grade up I could lose my scholarship. I can’t even think about that possibility.
The deck is nearly empty now. Did a fight break out inside and everyone went to watch? And where is Aidan?
I hug my arms around me to ward off the night air; no point putting my sweater back on if I’m going back inside. I wander back toward the building, and as I get closer I hear chanting. I hope Aidan hasn’t been caught on the other side of a big brawl.
With some hesitation, I open the door and peer in. The chanting continues; it sounds like the crowd is saying, “Go back, go back, go back!” Not like the cries of blood-thirsty drunks, though; more like organized cheering. Maybe everyone sobered up all at the same time and realized the band is crap.
I step inside to get a better view. With few exceptions, everyone is facing the stage, which is now empty. I hope to god the crowd isn’t cheering for an encore. That can’t be possible; no one was paying much attention to the band before, so they must be waiting for the main event.
I raise up on my toes to try to get a better view and see Megan waving at me from a position closer to the stage. I look all around and there’s no sign of Aidan, so I squeeze through the crowd and make my way to my roommate. Eric, her friend from high school, is with her now. They hang out together more often than not.
“Where’ve you been?” Megan asks. “I had to drink your cocktail myself.” She waves a nearly empty glass at me.
I wonder, briefly, how she got served alcohol, and if maybe that’s why this place is where she spends her weekends, but I’m too distracted to worry about that right now.
I give Eric a quick hug and hope my face isn’t turning red with guilt. “I went outside for some air. What’s going on?”
“Throwback’s about to come on,” she says, practically bouncing with excitement. She notices my blank look and turns to Eric. “She’s never seen Throwback!” Eric shrugs and takes a drink of what looks like Coke.
The chanting stops abruptly and the crowd erupts into loud cheers as four figures walk out onto the darkened stage and pick up their instruments. I
look around to either side and behind me; still no sign of Aidan. I hope he’s not out on the deck looking for me. Just the thought of him has me biting my kiss-swollen lips. I can still taste him.
Notes from the guitar sound out over the room and the fans quiet down in anticipation. The first few soulful chords already sound better to me than the opening band, but maybe I’m just caught up in the energy of the crowd, or affected by the afterglow of my makeout session.
Megan squeezes my arm. Cheers sound again as the stage lights up and the lead singer starts his first number. His deep, husky voice instantly commands attention, and I stretch for a better view.
Tousled hair, open shirt revealing a well-muscled chest, ripped jeans over strong thighs … am I still high from that kiss?
He moves under the spotlight, and any doubt I had is gone.
Holy fuck.
Aidan isn’t out on the patio looking for me. He’s right in front of me, singing to a packed house.
Chapter 4
Amber
At first I’m too stunned to think clearly. Why didn’t he mention he was in the band? Why did he ask me to wait, instead of telling me he was going off to perform? After a few seconds, though, it doesn’t matter; I fall under his spell just as surely as I did out on that patio.
Aidan performs with the same sexy intensity as he kisses, and for the longest time I can’t look away. I’m as mesmerized by him at this distance as I was when he was standing right next to me. He owns the stage, and his performance has me convinced that he feels every single word of the bluesy rock ballad he’s singing:
Well it took one time to know her
Gonna take two times to show her
She’s all that I need, all night long
His voice exudes desire and longing; he sounds exactly like he made me feel a few minutes ago. At first I feel like it’s only him and me in the room, even though I have no indication he’s spotted me. But when a verse ends and the band briefly takes over, my tunnel vision expands and I notice his fans.
The crowd pressed against the stage is almost all women. Packed two or three deep, the group is fixated on Aidan’s every movement. And when he starts to sing again, the women scream for him and reach for him, and he responds.
He struts, he stoops down to be closer to them, he looks into their eyes; it’s clear that he’s aware of their adoration and plays it for all it’s worth. When the first song ends and a faster tempo song begins, Aidan lets out a loud “Oh, yeah!” and tears off his shirt in one fast motion. The squeals and shouts are nearly deafening.
Megan is among the screaming fans; I hear her yelling right beside me, but I don’t look her way because did I mention he tore his shirt off? What I’d gotten a glimpse of earlier is now fully on display, and it’s a thing of rare beauty, the likes of which I’ve never before seen. It looks like his six pack was on special, buy one get one, because the tight ripples of his abs do not stop.
My god, he’s even sexier as he performs, and I didn’t think that was possible. Why on earth was he talking to me, when he has all these rabid fans?
His arms, one flexing as he holds the microphone, the other frequently reaching out to the women crowding the stage, are lean, solid muscle, and I want them wrapped around me again so badly that it almost hurts to watch him.
I have the urge to push my way through the crowd to get closer, but as much as I’m enjoying his performance, what I really want is to be back on the deck with him right now. I want to run my hands over him and find out what it feels like to touch a body that looks like that.
A dark, swirling tattoo covers his left arm, all the way up to his shoulder. I want to see it up close, and trace its lines with my fingers.
Did they turn up the heat in here? I’m getting really warm.
Their second number segues into a third and I get a little dizzy just watching the sweat bead on Aidan’s body and trail down to his jeans.
When the song ends, he breaks to talk to the crowd, but I can’t hear what he says because Megan yells into my ear. “Pretty hot, huh? See what you’ve been missing?”
I nod and try to listen to Aidan, but she continues, “He’s a great singer, but with his body, I’d watch him stand up there and read my poli sci book.”
My roommate seems like she’s waiting for a response from me about Aidan’s hotness, but I’m too preoccupied to answer. My surprise at seeing him onstage is quickly turning into a much less pleasant feeling.
When he kissed me, I thought I felt a special connection with him; but he’s clearly experienced at playing to his fans, and he sure does have a lot of them. Maybe I was just part of his pre-show warmup.
The band starts another song, but that doesn’t stop Megan, who seems to already be feeling the drinks she had. “I wanted to find a spot up front, but Eric made me stay back here.”
She rolls her eyes in Eric’s direction and I feel a flash of sympathy for him. From the way he watches Megan when she’s not looking, he obviously has it bad for her, but she has him so far in the friend zone he might as well be her brother.
On stage, Aidan growls out his lyrics:
Come on, baby
Give me what you got
You know I get impatient
And you’re so damn hot
Megan squeezes my arm again and leans in, stumbling a little on her heels. “I hear he takes a different girl home every night. Some night, I wanna be the girl.”
A stab of jealousy hits me; then the pain comes. A different girl every night? Ever since I saw him up on stage, an ugly suspicion has been roiling in my stomach, and now I know: he’s a player, through and through.
I can feel the spell Aidan cast on me shattering into a million tiny pieces. My disappointment is shockingly deep. Even though he’s not my type at all, I really wanted my moment with him to be something real. It sure felt like it was at the time.
But I guess I’m just another girl to him. He’s probably good at making all of us feel like it’s real, while we’re with him.
Tonight has been like a thrilling roller coaster ride, and I’ve just pulled into the station wishing I’d never gotten on the ride. Well, actually, I guess my point is that I’m not getting on the ride, but now I wish I’d never even looked at the ride, since the ride is so fucking sexy.
Confession time: I haven’t been with a guy yet, not completely, and I don’t intend to waste my first time on a one-night hookup with a total manwhore. No matter how insanely, incredibly, ridiculously hot he may be.
Chapter 5
Aidan
The show’s going great tonight. Part of me wants to race through all our numbers so I can get back to Amber. I haven’t been able to spot her in the crowd, but the thought that she’s watching has me fired up.
Unless she isn’t watching. She didn’t know who I was, so she wasn’t here to see the band. Damn, I should have told her I was going onstage.
But it feels better to imagine that she’s out there somewhere, and I hope she is. All the dirty lyrics in our songs take on new meaning as I think about what I want to do to her later. She tasted so sweet, and I can’t wait to taste more of her. A lot more.
I see the usual faces in the front row. I smile at the girls, glad they keep coming back and bringing friends. I keep scanning, but Amber’s not part of the crowd jumping around down front. She doesn’t seem like the type, really, which makes her more intriguing.
Even after the way she responded to me, she wasn’t exactly throwing herself at me, and when I pressed my hips against her she didn’t try to take it farther. In fact, she seemed a bit wary.
Getting her in bed might actually take a little effort — and the thought of that nearly gets me hard again right here on stage.
Don’t get me wrong, I love easy girls and easy sex. Who wouldn’t? And things have only gotten crazier in that department since Throwback started getting popular. But I like a good challenge, too, and Amber’s like a mystery package I can’t wait to open.
Maybe sh
e’s somewhere toward the back of the room, where the lighting blocks my view. I think about her watching me and feel the growl deep down in my throat as I sing about “going down to heaven.” I hope she knows I’m singing to her, and that I plan to be going down on her later tonight.
Chapter 6
Amber
I stick it out until the end of the show. I’m tempted to leave several times, but even though I want nothing more to do with Aidan, I can’t tear myself away.
It hurts a little watching him, seeing him strut and flirt with every woman in the room. And all he sings about is sex. Every single song seems to be about him doing something to a girl or a girl doing something to him … or at least he makes all the songs sound that way.
And from the way the women up front are yelling, I can tell he’s melting the panties right off them. A few times I catch myself being drawn in — I can’t imagine anyone conscious not being attracted to him — but then I see him lean down to touch a hand reaching out to him, or point to some random woman as he sings, and I snap back to my senses.
No matter what I felt on that patio, I’m no one special to him. He’s got enough charisma for ten people, judging from the crazy spell he cast over me. But I am strong; I can resist.
He’s definitely not right for me. I need a nice steady guy who doesn’t play around, who works hard the way I do, and has goals for his life beyond being a sex symbol. Of course, it wouldn’t hurt if he also looked like Aidan.
After what feels like forever, and at the same time only feels like a few minutes have passed, the show ends. Throwback does one encore number, and the crowd yells even louder than before, something I wouldn’t have thought possible.
Aidan’s hair is matted with sweat, another thing I don’t normally find appealing, but on him it adds to his primal sexiness. The last line he sings — Oh yeahhhhh — comes out like a moan, and then finally, the show is over.
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