“Okay, promise. I’ll be right here when you come off stage.”
He leans down and kisses me hard. His lips leave mine, and he looks me in the eyes. “Good! Thank you.” He takes a deep breath, then looks out to the stage.
“Go get ’em, Colt,” I yell, and he kisses me quickly again before he’s led off under the stage. I watch as he disappears, and Anna and Sia walk over and stand with me in the wings of the stage, ready to watch.
The crowd’s chanting something, but I can’t quite make it out.
“What are they saying?” I yell to Anna.
“Cooolter,” she says in the same slow, drawn-out way that the crowd is doing it.
Oh my God, they’re calling Colt’s name.
This excites me, so I can only imagine how ecstatic he must feel.
The band kicks in, and the crowd instantly goes wild. The spotlight shines center stage, and Colt rises through the floor. I can’t help the little excited squeal that escapes my mouth. Anna and Sia laugh as I let go and laugh at myself.
This world of theirs is exhilarating, and I love it every minute. I look over at Colt, who’s ripping it out on his guitar for the intro to the first song of the night, and as if he can feel my gaze, he looks straight at me and gestures a kiss.
“Hello, New York City. I’m Colt, and this is our band,12GAUGE-Slayed. Have you heard of us?” he asks into the microphone. The crowd cheers and stomps their feet, and thatvibration flows through me with so much power that it nearly knocks me off my feet.
“Well then, let’s get this mother fuckin’ party started,” he exclaims, and they all cheer again as he starts the verse of his first song.
I melt all over the floor as he sings, his voice deep, dark, and sexy as sin.
There’s no doubt my panties are wet, washing away all my worries and doubts from earlier.
Chapter Eleven
Colt sounds terrific, and the guys are rocking the stage.
This concert is even better than the one I went to in London. I’m becoming familiar with their songs, and I love each and every one of them. It must be getting close to the end, as they just returned to the stage for their encore.
But the thing is…
… I need to go to the bathroom.
Like Ireally need to go.
Colt made it damn clear that I was not to move from this spot.
But I can’t hold it another second.
I check back to the stage, and Colt’s concentrating on their song “Rapture,” so I exhale and quickly head off to the backstage bathroom. From here, I can still hear them playing over the speakers. The last thing I want is for Colt to come off stage and have a freakout because I’m not there. Finishing up, I feel much better, and I wash my hands quickly, drying them with a paper towel.
Then I hear them finish their song.
“Crap,” I say as I throw the paper towel in the trash and start running back toward the side of the stage where I’m supposed to be. I don’t know why, but my heart is thudding. I guess the last thing I want to do is disappoint Colt, and I want to be the first person he sees when he runs off stage.
I run as fast as I can, but when I get closer to backstage, I see Colt searching frantically for me. I stop on the spot, knowing this will not end well for me. He looks up with panic in his eyes, and his gaze locks with mine. I bite my bottom lip as he furrows his brows and storms toward me.
“Colt, I’m sorry. I was there for the whole concert, but I needed a bathroom break badly,” I say as he reaches me.
He says nothing, takes my hand, and drags me along as everyone stares at us.
“Colt, stop! I couldn’t hold on any longer,” I rant, panicking. For fuck’s sake, he is walking so quickly I can barely keep up. He leads me into a small kitchen area and turns around, locking the door behind him. “Colt, I’m sorry,” I apologize as he pulls me over to the wooden kitchen table.
He turns me away from him so my back is to his chest, and I have no idea what he’s doing or why he won’t say anything. The silence is becoming a concern. His hand rests on my back as I stand in front of the table, then suddenly, I’m falling forward. My chest is resting on the table, and his hand splays out on my back, keeping me against it.
