It’s intoxicating
All-consuming and entirely out of my control.
And for the first time in my life, I don’t want to stop it.
Every part of me wants to run up the stairs onto the stage, rip off his jeans, and let him take me right here in front of everyone.
Daddy would be so proud!I dismiss the thought asJack talkingand instead sway to the song that has completely captivated me.
When the song ends, I cheer out loud and clap, drawing the band’s attention. I realize I must look like an idiot, so I stop and wrap my arms around my chest in embarrassment.
Colt looks at me and smiles. “Right, I think we’re good, yeah?” Colt takes his guitar off over his head and places it on the speaker at the front of the stage.
“Yeah, sounds good, guys,” Colt’s brother says as he approaches Dingo.
Colt’s staring at me, and I figure I’m not supposed to be here, so I turn to walk away and back to the Slayette’s room or somewhere other than here.
“Dee, wait,” Colt calls out. Turning, he jogs toward the stairs, grabs the handrails, and slides down the stairs effortlessly.
Oh, Jeepers, that was hot!
I stop walking and watch as he rushes across to me.
“So, what did you think?”
“Well, I don’t know. I think that maybe rock music is a little overrated.” My grin gives me away, but I keep going, “Yeah, it was mediocre at best.”
“Oh, really?Guess I’ll have to amp it up for the actual concert, then. Don’t want to be disappointing you.” He leans in closer, and I laugh slightly, then swallow hard as he brings his hand up, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, leaving his fingers lingering on my cheek. Gazing up into his luminous blue eyes, I swear I stop breathing. Colt leans in, places his arm around my waist, and pulls me to him. My heart’s pounding ferociously in my chest, so much so that I’m sure he can hear it. He’s staring back at me, and the outside world disappears into a haze of confusion.
“How’s your head?” he asks.
“It’s fine. My friend, Jack, is helping. But those girls sure do know how to pull hair.”
He chuckles and caresses my cheek. “I couldn’t stand it if they’d really hurt you,” Colt says, leaning a little closer, noticing his eyes shift to my lips.
“Why?” I ask breathlessly.
He leans in even closer if that’s possible. “Because I don’t want anyone’s hands on you exceptmine.” His breath whispers against my lips.
I inadvertently lick my lips and think he’s going to kiss me. Instead, he tightens his hand around my waist, and I can’t help but close my eyes as I feel the electricity surging between us. There’s an ache building I can’t ignore as I hold my breath, ready and willing for our first kiss. Then, just as his soft lips barely brush across mine, someone yells, leading us both to jump.
The moment’s lost as we open our eyes and look toward the edge of the stage.
“Hey, bro.”
Our first kiss attempt is interrupted, and it has me all kinds of blushing.
Colt averts his eyes back to mine, but the heat building in my cheeks has me looking firmly at the floor.
He lets out a small groan and lets go of me. “What? What could you possibly want right now that’s so important, Huxley?” Colt asks.
Finally, I have a name!
“Chillax, big brother. Entertainment Weekly is here with the contest winners. They need us, like…now,” he explains before he smirks at me.
“Right, yeah. Forgot about that. Okay, I’ll be there in a sec.”
“Big brother?” I ask.
