You said you don’t have a kink
Girl, you’re such a liar
’Cause nice girls
Don’t kiss like that
My jaw nearly hit the ground when Liam crushed his mouth on hers. She was more than willing, wrapping her arms around his neck and sinking her claws into his shoulders.
Danny, Lexie, and Milton played their instruments to the upbeat melody, harmonizing with some oohs and aahs, while Liam continued to devour the brunette.
“God, that’s hot,” Nina yelled, watching Liam.
A second later, Liam pulled away, leaving the girl in a drunken haze, and the two burly men with him began helping him back to the stage.
“Yeah, nice girls don’t kiss like that,”he sang, touching his fans’ hands as he passed.
He hesitated beside me when he reached the stage, ready to lift himself up, but after a breath, he tilted his head toward me and carefully guided his mouth to my ear.
I recoiled, only for a moment, thinking I was his next victim, but then his hand touched the nape of my neck, and he made it clear he wasn’t going in for a kiss.
“Nice voice, Little Fox.” His warm lips feathered my earlobe.
I inhaled sharply as a flood of desire lit my skin ablaze.
He smiled then. A full Liam Lockwood smile, and it wasn’t a mocking one. It was warmer. A sincere, silent gesture that was so brief that I nearly missed it.
He hoisted himself back onstage and continued with the rest of their set.
I shook my head, trying to clear the haziness put there by the warmth of his touch and his throaty, deep voice. I wasn’t some rock star–struck groupie or a fool getting bothered over my brother’s best friend. He’d made my blood boil for years, and that could be the only reason my pulse was betraying me.
Nina’s phone lit up my vision. Another message from Nikko, letting us know about the party back at the house after the show.
Liam’s groan rang through the speakers, and then he found me with his dark stare.
“Yeah, nice girls don’t kiss like that.”
13
Avery
The house was packed full of people I didn’t know. I didn’t even think the band knew who any of them were, but I was sure they didn’t mind having all the strange women running around their pool in tiny bikinis.
“How’d we do tonight, sis?” Danny rested his elbow on my shoulder, twirling a near-empty plastic blue cup.
I laughed, still amazed that the band my brother had started in high school had gotten so big. I craned my head up the near ten inches he had on me and gave him a look of pure admiration. “If I had one of those watercoolers full of Gatorade, I’d dump it on you.”
He grinned. “Well, we don’t have one of those, but we do have a keg full of beer.” He pointed over to the other side of the pool as a girl wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him away toward the hot tub. “Go help yourself, Avery. Let loose for once.”
I realized I had resorted to picking up empty bottles and refilling ice to avoid standing around and talking to drunk strangers.
What a bore I’d become.
Nina was having her own fun, getting cozy with Nikko by the firepit, and there was no way I’d be able to sleep through a party like this if I went to bed now.
Sighing, I picked up a plastic cup and poured the cold golden liquid into it. Finding a spot at the edge of the heated pool, I soaked my feet in the water as I downed half my drink.
“Do you know the band?” A tall, dark, and definitely not sober guy came and sat beside me, sticking his feet in the water.
