I couldn’t believe I was standing behind the stage with the members of the band. Couldn’t believe I’d just created a custom guitar strap for Jax Porter, or that he was married to one of my groupie besties.
“Your opening act is wrapping up. It’s time for you to get out there.” Shelby tapped the mic set she had on. “We’re on the way.”
The surge of adrenaline I’d just experienced had my hands shaking as I took the bag back from Hendrix. “I can’t believe I’m here.”
“You just saved the concert, Daisy. You still think you don’t have what it takes to run your own pet store empire?” He shook his head while a huge smile stretched across his lips.
“I’m sure they would have come up with something.” I scooped Growler out of the bag. “I wish I’d though to make a set of earmuffs for him. His poor little ears are going to explode.”
“I’ve got you covered, sweetheart.” Hendrix reached into his pocket and pulled out a small set of padded earmuffs.
“Where did you get those?”
“I cut ‘em down from one of my sets.” He slipped them on over Growler’s head. “They’re a little big, but I think they’ll work. Come on, you can watch from backstage tonight. With me.”
He held out his hand, and I took it. I couldn’t believe this was my life, at least for one more night. Tomorrow, reality would crash in on me, but I’d wring as much fun as I could out of the next few hours before I had to face the future.
I’d seen the band perform live before, but nothing compared to watching them from backstage. I was close enough to see the sweat drip down Mason’s forehead as he banged out a solo on drums. Close enough to catch the wink Jax dished up to my girl Dani as he belted out the lyrics to one of their new songs. Close enough to feel the energy between Asher, Crue, and Jameson as they commanded the stage.
“You enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” Hendrix stood behind me, his hands on my hips.
I moved to the beat of the music with my backside pressed to his front. “Yes, though not as much as I was earlier.”
He spun me around and narrowed his eyes. “I bet meeting the band for the first time was a once in a lifetime experience.”
“It was, but that’s not what I meant.” I blinked up at him, waiting for him to catch on to what I was referring to. When he didn’t immediately smile, I rolled my eyes. “I meant at the hotel. You and me. Remember?”
His arms wrapped around me, and he leaned down low to nuzzle my ear. “It’s not something I’ll ever forget.”
“Me neither.”
“Stay with me tonight, Daisy. I have to break down the stage, but it’ll only take a few hours. You can go out with your friends and the band, and I can meet you back at our room.”
Our room.I liked the sound of that, and there wasn’t anything I wanted more than to forget about the life I had to go back to and keep pretending there was a chance at a future between me and Hendrix. He might look rough on the outside, but he’d bared his tender heart. The man was a marshmallow wrapped up inside a thick outer layer of grumpiness.
“What do you say, baby doll?” His beard brushed against my cheek.
I didn’t trust myself to speak without telling him everything. So, I took his hand and led him back to a dark corner hidden by a stack of travel cases and a thick black drape.
The music blared and the bass thumped through my veins. While the songs I knew by heart played to a sell-out crowd, I got down on my knees and unzipped Hendrix’s jeans. By the dim light coming in through a slit in the curtain, I freed his cock from his boxer briefs.
I wanted to feel him inside me one more time. Wanted to show up to that brunch tomorrow knowing some part of him was still with me. Tentatively, I ran my finger down his length.
He shoved his hands into my hair. “Oh, fuck, Daisy.”
With one hand gripping him at the base, I rimmed the head of his cock with my tongue. The silver balls near his tip clicked against my teeth. Then I opened my mouth and took every inch he had to offer. He pumped into my mouth, hissing as I took him deeper. I gagged as he hit the back of my throat.
“Take it, baby. Take it all.” He urged me on, and I opened wider.
Tears stung the backs of my eyelids. Not because I didn’t love what I was doing, but because I did. I couldn’t imagine ever being with someone else. Not after Hendrix.
“Come here, sweetheart.” He pulled me up to my feet. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just want to make you feel good.” I moved to crouch down again, but he held me up.
“I want both of us to feel good.” His hand slid under the hem of my skirt, and he edged it up over my hips. “Let me make love to you, Daisy.”
Nodding, I wrapped my arms around his neck, trusting him to give me exactly what I needed. He slipped my lacy panties down until I could step out of them. Then he lifted me up and pressed my back against the wall. He entered me in one long thrust.
