“That was a damn good show,” Steve says to me, clapping me on the shoulder. “Nice work. I think we pulled it off.”
I think so too.
My ears are ringing, despite the ear protection. I’m sweaty and kind of exhausted, but also elated as I make my way down to the wings of the stage on shaky legs. I get down there just in time for the guys to jog off the stage to grab a drink of water and then reappear for their encore.
When they step off again, they’re all dripping wet, their shirts sticking to their skin. Cal’s gray skin glistens and my eyes skim greedily over all four of them.
I’m swept up in a sweaty hug and am spun around.
“Fuck, my blood is pumping. I need you so badly, love.”
Chapter 31
Dorian
Part of me wants to scoop Sin up and drag her into the greenroom or the bathroom backstage. That way, I can focus some of the electricity burning through my veins so that it doesn’t burn me from the inside.
But that’s just the adrenaline talking. She’s not some faceless groupie and I’m not in the right mindset for anything more than mindless fucking right now.
If it were any normal gig, I’d stick around for the PR stuff, sign a few bare patches of skin, maybe get my dick sucked and then head out to a party or to a club to try to prolong my buzz for as long as possible.
Tonight’s not any normal gig, though.
And that shit no longer holds any appeal.
Sin’s waiting for us in the wings and Cal reaches her first, enveloping her in a massive hug. He must murmur some dirty shit into her ear as she’s blushing like crazy when he sets her down and Micah’s tongue flickers out to taste the air which is a sure sign she’s turned on.
“Holy shit, Sin, that was out of this world,” I tell her, yanking her out of Cal’s arms into my own sweaty hug.
“You guys were incredible.” She beams around at each of us.
And then everything goes to shit.
As soon as we step away from the wings of the stage, we’re surrounded by overexcited fans, clamoring around us and screaming for an autograph.
There are too many people. Far more people backstage than there should be. Instead of the twenty backstage pass holders and the crew, there are hundreds of people back here. And the noise and heat are so great, it’s disorienting. I try to take a physical step back, but there are people in the way.
I’m surrounded.
I scan the crowd for Sin and the others, but I can’t see them anywhere. Pure panic fills my veins as the crowd surges closer.
And it’s like they’ve all lost their minds. They claw at my arms and someone grabs my shirt and tugs so hard I stumble just as someone else pinches my ass. Hard.
I spin around with a growl, but I can barely move. Or breathe. I’m surrounded by hot, sweaty bodies with no concept of personal space.
Fuck me. It’s a nightmare.
The noise is deafening. People are screaming and shouting our names, the sound echoing off the walls and turning this place into an absolute hell hole.
I detach the grasping fingers of a woman who’s grinning up at me. “Oh holy wow, you guys were just incredible. I’ve never felt anything like it.”
Someone tugs at my pants, and I slap their hand away.
Fuck this.
“Incredible.”
“The best night of my life.”
