We reach her and I step aside.
Kai takes the stool and holds it under the half-dimmed spotlight. “You tryin’ to make firewood out of this?”
Molly blinks, perhaps not expecting Kai to cross the bar and come to her rescue. “It’s broken.”
“No, it isn’t.”
He fixes it with his deft hands and passes it back, ruffling her hair like a burly older brother. It’s big and poofy tonight, some of the curls dyed candy-floss pink. She looks cute as hell, and I can tell by Kai’s fond grin that he thinks so too. “You ready to go on?”
Molly considers Kai,her round eyes darting between him and me. “You came together?”
Kai snorts. “From upstairs, sweetheart? Yeah, we did.”
“Your fly is undone, Fletcher.”
“What?”
She smirks. “So’s yours, Joss.”
With that, she turns and bounds onto the stage, taking her stool and her guitar with her.
Little shit.
I check my crotch, and what do you know?
My flyisundone.
Fuck me.
This close to the stage, there’s nothing I can do about it without the whole bar seeing. I step towards Kai, but he’s already there.
He grabs my arm and hustles me away, keeping mebehindhim, blocking my half-open shorts with his big body, his big feet fast on the ground.
The bathroom is closer than Jax. He propels me to the door and yanks me inside.
Only then does he take a breath.
Then he doubles over, deep belly laughs rumbling from his chest. “Holy shit, we’re a mess.”
He’s not wrong.
I button my shorts and lean against the bathroom door. “Come here.”
“No.”
“No?”
He shakes his head. “I come near you right now, I’m walkin’ out of here with a tent pole in my boxers. It’s better than a panic attack, but I don’t feel like explaining it to your boss right now.”
To Tanner. His friend, but honestly, I’m more concerned about Jax. We have history, and he loves me, but it’s not hard to see how much he cares about Kai. Can’t see him being impressed that we’re hooking up.
Hooking up. That what you’re calling it?
Fuck. I have no idea.
But I heed Kai’s warning about touching him right now. In truth, I feel the same, despite shooting my soul down his throat ten minutes ago.
I point at his open fly. “Do yourself up.”
