“Let’s go. I’ve got plans for you both.”
Graham picks up his pace as we all head back to the house in a fit of giggles and desire. I revel in this newfound happiness, hoping it lasts this time.
ChapterSixty-One
WALKER
SONGS: OTHERSIDE BY RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS, I’M GOOD (BLUE) BY DAVID GUETTA, BEBE REXHA
We’ve been practicing for the show all week. Salem sounds fucking amazing belting out the lyrics, hitting the notes perfectly with her sultry voice. I’ve missed having my guitar in my hands.
My fingers had gone soft with the disuse, so my flesh is riddled with new callouses. It’s worth the pain though. I’d happily bleed a little to get to do what I love. My father and his ideas on who and what I should be could go to Hell.
Diablos is packed and there’s an energy in the crowd that has me jacked up to play.
“Would you calm the fuck down?” Gary says, watching me.
“Fuck off.” I clip.
“Boys.” Salem tsks, sliding up to sit on my lap. I grip her around the hips and kiss the exposed skin on her neck. Her hair is thrown up in a messy ponytail, that would be perfect for wrapping my hand around later.
She looks fucking hot tonight in her fishnet tights and thigh high boots. She’s gone heavy on her eye makeup making them look all smoky. If we weren’t going on soon, I’d drag her ass into the bathroom and fuck her until she was crying out my name.
The owner of the bar takes the stage. You can tell she used to be the one crowd surfing or starting a mosh pit back in her prime as she swaggers over to the mic.
“Hello Possession! We have a treat here for you tonight. Please welcome the Hateful Hydras!” She yells into the microphone.
The crowd erupts into applause. Skye, Lukas, Sloan, and Graham are off to the side next to Javelynn and Jackson.
We take our places; the lights descend illuminating where we stand.
The moment we hit the first note, a sense of rightness settles over me and I give the song my all. The bass reverberates along the walls of the small bar while the crowd sways to the beat. Salem’s vocals carry through the air. I step up to the microphone with her, mixing harmonies while I strum the notes on the guitar.
Salem walks across the stage like she owns the whole place, crouching down to touch a few hands that reach up to her.
“Sing it!” She says to the crowd, letting them join in with us.
I’m almost too absorbed in the music to notice my father slink into the back, leveling me with a stare that lets me know he’s going to make me regret this.
I don’t miss one beat though, glaring right back at him.
Bring it. I think. I’m not scared of him anymore. If anything, he should be scared of me.
The song ends, and Salem jumps into my arms, crushing the guitar between us. I laugh into her hair.
Fuck, I love this girl.
We head into the next song, doing a thirty-minute set full of our favorite songs. It’s been too long since we played, and it’s clear that our absence has been felt.
I see my father leave out the same door he came in from and focus back on the music.
Skye is sandwiched between the guys, all of them vying for her attention while she dances, drink in hand.
We finish up our set and join our friends out on the floor while they switch over to a playlist playing over the speakers. I grab two beers from the bar and hand one to Salem. Flashing lights dance over the crowd while moving toI’m Good (Blue)by David Guetta and Bebe Rexha.
I slide up behind Salem, grinding my hips into her ass while I sip my drink. She arches into me, as we move perfectly in sync. It has my cock twitching against my pants. I’m sure she can feel just how hard she’s making me as we move together. It’s dark enough, that I snake my hand around her front, rubbing my thumb against her clit through the fabric of her skirt.
She throws an arm up around my neck, pressing her back into me. Anyone could look over and see us, but I keep touching her, swirling my fingers in a circle. I bite down on her neck, sucking her skin in between my teeth. She rakes her fingernails up the nape of my neck and into my hair. I wonder how far I can push this while we’re surrounded by people. It’s hot knowing that we could be caught at any second.
