This is not going well. Declan hasn’t said anything yet, but he’s still staring at me. He finally says, “No need to worry, Tripp. Rave’s going to change into something you can’t see her ass in.”
Nope, not gonna happen. “I’m not changing again.” I turn and go towards the kitchen to get a drink and I feel him right behind me. I don’t even get the refrigerator door open before he wraps his arms around me and cages me in.
“You are going to go back to your room and put on something cute and frilly with enough fabric to cover your ass when you bend over.”
“No, Declan, I’m not. You didn’t like my pants so I decided on a skirt. Get over it.”
“You do realize you’re wearing fuck-me boots?”
I shrug; I’m not getting i
nto this with him again.
He gets so close that I can lick his lips. I can practically taste him and it’s a complete turn on. “Okay, Sparkle, we can play this game. You wear this outfit and I stand guard all night knowing that guys are staring and imagining you naked. But when we get home, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel it tomorrow. Is that what you want?”
I turn into a complete wanton. “Why wait until we get home? One of the reasons I wore this skirt is easy access.”
His eyes light up and he seems to understand what I’m saying. “Fucking shit! I’m fucking whipped. Let’s get out of here before I get my ass kicked by your brother for taking you on the kitchen counter.”
*****
The Ryman Auditorium is wild when we arrive. The guys opening for The Wilde Ones are pretty good. I recognize them because they currently have a song on the radio, but they haven’t been around for long. Declan told me he was acquainted with the band’s bassist from years of playing his music. Their style reminds me a lot of Sayge. Even their appearance is similar, but their lead singer is nowhere as hot as Declan. He has shaggy brown hair and blue eyes, but he’s not as built or tall.
I feel arms slinking around my middle and his breath at my ear. “Are you checking him out? Do you have a thing for lead singers?”
I can’t believe I got caught! I thought he was behind me. “Just one lead singer for me.”
“Good answer.” He plants a sweet kiss on my cheek. “Do you enjoy this?”
“What, concerts?”
“Yeah, but more than the music. Do you enjoy being backstage watching the action? Do you like the inside look at what goes on behind the scenes?”
“Yes, I guess. It’s fun and exciting, but I’m spoiled. Since my dad has a great security business, he’s gotten lots of security jobs for concerts all over the southeast. I rarely sit in the seats though.” I can see he is hesitating with his response so I push him. “Why do you ask?”
“We heard back from Jay this week. He has lined up a few performances for us. Almost all are within driving distance– for now. The first show is a street festival in Atlanta in two weeks. I had to work with The Steamroom to rearrange some dates, but they were really cool about it. The pay isn’t that great, but it covers us. The hardest thing is going to be the traveling. We’ll be home for the holidays, but we’ll be traveling most weekends up through New Year’s. I wanted to see if you were happy being backstage because I want you with me.”
“Sweetheart, that’s great news. I’m not sure if I can go to all the shows, but I can go to the one in Atlanta. What do the guys think?”
“They’re happy about it, but they also don’t have serious girlfriends either.”
“You can’t be serious; you’re worried about me? Aren’t you excited?”
“Yeah, I’m psyched and nervous at the same time. This could be the start of something big, but it could also be nothing.”
I reach up and take his face in both my hands so he has to look straight at me. “This is a really great thing, Declan, for you and the guys. I don’t know how this works, but if you succeed, your future could include places like this- The Ryman. I’ll look at my schedule tomorrow and see which shows I can go to with you. Where else are you going besides Atlanta?”
“So far, Memphis and somewhere in Florida.”
“Atlanta and Memphis should be easy for me; we’ll have to see about Florida. I have some projects due in a few weeks.”
“I know, baby, and we’ll work around that. I need you with me.”
“Afraid of the temptation on the road?” I tease him.
“No, smartass, I need a roommate that doesn’t snore and who doesn’t leave shit in the toilet when he’s done.” He teases me back.
I smack his arm because that’s crass. “That’s not really a convincing invite babe.”