“Yes. That’s what I need, Hendrix. I need you.” I clasped my ankles behind his back.
“I’ll always give you what you need, baby doll.”
I smashed my lips against his. It was too hard to hear him make promises he’d never be able to keep. While the music got louder, working toward the climax of the song, Hendrix sent me flying. I held onto him as my orgasm built. As the bass thrummed through me, I let go.
Hendrix drove into me, sending me impossibly higher. I clung to him, wishing there was some way for us to be together. Wishing for the impossible.
When we’d both come, he used my panties to clean me up. I didn’t care about that. Thrilled to have a part of him still inside me, I tugged down my dress and we moved back to the side of the stage.
The concert ended way too soon. Hendrix had to get started tearing down the stage so they could get everything loaded onto the trucks to head to the final stop in L.A.
I tried to hold myself together as he kissed me goodnight and made me promise I’d have my friends drop me off at the hotel right after our late dinner.
“I’ll be a few hours, but I’ll work a hell of a lot faster knowing you’re waiting for me back at the room.” His thumb traced my bottom lip.
I’d give anything for more time together. I even worked through what might happen if I didn’t show up at brunch. My parents would probably disown me. I could handle that if I knew things with Hendrix were real. He thought I was capable, but deep inside I was afraid. If I left the only life I’d ever known and found out he only thought of our weekend together as a fling… that would be worse than letting my parents remain in control.
“Thank you.” I flung my arms around his neck and whispered in his ear. “I had an amazing time.”
He shook his head. “You’re the one I need to thank. You brought the sunshine back into my life, baby. And the amazing time isn’t over. Don’t wait up. I’ll wake you when I get back to the hotel.”
Nodding, I released my grip.
“Take care of your mama, little man.” He reached into the bag and ruffled the hair behind Growler’s ears. Then he kissed me one more time. “See you soon, sweetheart.”
“See you soon.” It was easier to let him go like that. With my heart breaking into a million pieces, I watched him walk away.
9
HENDRIX
It was almost four by the time I got back to the hotel. The last text I’d received from Daisy was hours ago. I’d been worried about her getting back to the hotel, but she said she’d decided not to go out with the band and head back early. She was probably all curled up with her fur-rat by her side. I couldn’t wait to wake her up and beg her to stay with me for the rest of the tour. I’d tried talking myself out of it while we broke down the stage. There was no use. She owned me, body, heart, and soul.
I opened the door slowly, not wanting to wake her until I’d showered off the sweat of my hard work. The lamps on the bedside tables were on. Instead of Daisy curled up under the covers in those silky pajamas, the bed was empty. I spun around. Her suitcase was gone. There was no sign that she’d ever even been in the room.
My gut clenched. Something was wrong. I jerked my phone out of my pocket, but my fingers fumbled on the screen. Dammit. I finally got the screen unlocked and was about to call her when a piece of paper sitting on my pillow caught my eye.
Dear Hendrix,
Thank you for taking me in this weekend and showing me such a good time. You’ll never know how much our time together meant to me. I wish it didn’t have to come to an end. I’ll always cherish this weekend and think of you whenever I hear Soul Obsession or Jimi Hendrix songs from now on.
To the memories,
XO,
Daisy
What the actual fuck? Her note didn’t give me any reason she had to leave. I was missing something—something big. We’d shared more than a weekend fling. Her name was branded on my heart. In less than forty-eight hours I’d fallen for her. She couldn’t just walk away. Not like this. Not without letting me tell her how I felt about her.
I dialed her number and waited with my heart in my throat while it rang. When I got voicemail, I hung up and tried again. This time it went straight to her message. Desperate to know where she went, I fired off a text to Jax. If anyone knew where she was, his new wife or one her friends would.
I paced the short length of my room while I waited for a response. He couldn’t be asleep yet. After a big show like the one they’d just delivered, the guys would be up for hours while the adrenaline worked its way out of their systems.
Finally, he replied. Something about Daisy having to get back to meet her parents for brunch. I didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about, so I called him instead.
He answered with, “It’s four o’clock in the fucking morning.”
I cut right to the chase. “Why brunch?”
