Nothing to hide? I wasn’t too sure about that, they’d all come from foster care, and none of them really talked about their backgrounds in any detail in any article I’d ever read or seen. So who knows what their lives had been like? I’m betting they’d rather that info didn’t get out.
He slid open a pocket door and led the way into his room. It had a big bed and built-ins on either side. There were nightstands built into the walls too. Not a bad size room really and it was the whole width of the bus.
Chapter Nine
Chaos…
Watching Cynda unpack her clothes and pointing her sexy butt at me each time she bent over to put something away, was driving me crazy. I’d already had to adjust my cock, it was so tight in my jeans. She seemed totally immune to me and I couldn’t get enough of her. When she walked passed me I caught a whiff of her perfume now that we were alone. It reminded me of something, soft and flowery, a total turn on.
Damn, she finished way too fast. “Thanks for sharing your drawers, I really appreciate it.”
“No problem.”
It was obvious she was nervous being alone with me by the way she kept pushing her hair behind her ears. She flashed a quick smile and picked up her suitcase.
“Wait…”
“What?”
“Michelle gave me a message. She said to tell you she’d call you tomorrow.”
“Oh okay, thanks. I didn’t get a chance to talk to her after the girls came in.”
As she said the word ‘girls’ she looked like she had a bad taste in her mouth, and I could sympathize. Most of them were skanky and I didn’t want to be around them either. “I understand.”
I pulled her into my arms as she walked by on the way out the door. Looking in to her startled eyes, I flashed my sexiest, panty melting smile. Then closing my eyes, I took her lips in a gentle kiss. I had to taste her. I couldn’t think of anything fucking else with her near. Her lips were softer than I’d imagined and free from gooey lipstick. Inhaling her sweet scent I wanted more but I stopped myself. Leaning back I opened my eyes and she was staring at me with a look of wonder on her face. She touched her lips with her fingers but I don’t think she even realized she did it.
The ‘spell’ didn’t last long and she snapped out of her happy place pretty quickly. Her expression changed from sexy to ‘holy fuck what are you trying to get awaywith’, in the space of a heartbeat. Her eyes narrowed and I could see she was pissed off. “Why’d you do that?”
I shrugged and turned on the charm, I couldn’t tell her I’d been dying to kiss her and more all day, she’d have gone ballistic. “Michelle told me to give you a kiss for her. I thought that qualified.”
She looked like she was thinking about what I’d said and trying to decide if she should be more pissed off. I guess I got lucky because she didn’t say a word, just nodded and walked toward the front of the bus.
My lips still tingled where they’d met hers. It wasn’t enough, not nearly fucking enough. My cock throbbed, and sliding out of my jeans was a welcome relief. Standing in the bedroom in only my boxer briefs, I looked in the mirror trying to see what Cynda saw. I was in pretty good shape. I didn’t lift or anything but playing guitar and hoisting equipment around for years gave me decent guns and a six pack. Did she mind ink? I had the Raining Chaos logo over my heart, along with a few others. I hadn’t decided if I wanted to do sleeves yet, maybe someday. I’d been thinking about getting new ink inevery city we toured until I saw the schedule—no way would there be enough time unless I got something really small.
I couldn’t get her out of my head, was I a total ass to be so fuckin’ turned on by someone who couldn’t give two shits about me? Why was I bothering? Shaking my head I decided I was stupid. I didn’t really want her around but I wanted her, it made no sense, especially when there were plenty of women dying to get into my bed.
Thinking about Cynda wasn’t going to do me any good right now, so I grabbed my acoustic guitar and a stack of blank music sheets and went back to the song I’d been working on. It was for the new album—at least I hoped it was. Closing my eyes I strummed out the beginning notes and let them wash over me. The words would be next, if I could figure out where it was going. The song was supposed to be rock and roll but all I kept hearing in my head for the last two days was a ballad about emerald eyes. Fuck. Not good at all.
Leaning against the headboard, I closed my eyes again, and let my fingers wander over the fret board. I loved the feel of theacoustic guitar, but it was nothing compared to Eleanor. She was my baby, the guitar of my dreams.
My mind kept wandering and every time I closed my eyes, visions of Cynda would appear. The girl hiding behind her bangs and glasses then today, wow, a whole lot less shy. She’d cut her hair and now it was barely shoulder length with blue streaks. She still had the bangs but they were different, I don’t know how, but just different. She looked different, better but not…maybe it was just how she was supposed to look and it suited her?
Chords came to me with a melody…totally unlike anything I’d written before, but I liked it. A ballad? From Raining Chaos? Symmetry didn’t like the other songs. Well, maybe they’d like this. Most bands had one or two ballads per album; it’d work. When we were just starting and playing a lot of covers we did ballads and they’d sounded great. No reason we couldn’t sing our own.
Strumming on the guitar, writing the notes down and humming along I composed each line until I had the music completed.My muse was in full swing and for once I had a face to put to her. No matter how I tried to fight it, she inspired me, and considering I’d known her less than twenty-four hours it was even harder to believe. She’d never believe it. I could hear her now telling me I was trying to play her, but I wouldn’t. The song would be a hit, as long as the record company let us record it. Just like with our first album, I could feel it resonating deep inside and I knew our fans would too. As soon as I finished finessing the music I’d start on the lyrics, but no one would hear it until then. I never shared incomplete songs, it was like until they were done, they were my babies, and I had to hold them close and protect them.
Catching sight of the bedside clock I couldn’t believe it was almost four a.m. Shit, no wonder I was exhausted. I’d been playing for hours, the guys must have gotten on the bus at some point but all I heard was the sound of the road beneath the wheels as Joe drove us to Philadelphia. Tomorrow would be our debut at the Wells Fargo Center, and we’d play there for the next two nights. I wonder if it’d feel as incredible as tonight did.
Sliding the guitar into the case and gathering all of my pages, I yawned. I definitely needed sleep. From now through next year was going to be hard, different venues, and more performances than we’d ever done before.
I was so tired sleep should’ve come easy. Rubbing my face, and yawning, sheer exhaustion took over, it’d been an amazing day for sure. The concert had been fucking awesome and now the new song. It’d been a long time since new music came to me like this, and I wasn’t going to complain about being tired because I was up late writing. I couldn’t keep my eyes open and I punched the pillow a couple of times. As I drifted off to sleep, my last thoughts focused on a pair of huge green eyes and the scent of orange blossoms.
Chapter Ten
Cynda…
Getting ready for bed in a two by four bathroom or whatever it was turned out to be a bit of a challenge. I didn’t realize how much I’d appreciate the huge bathroom mom added to our loft until I banged my elbow twice turning around. If I sneezed I think I might have fallen through the glass door. I don’t know how the guys did it or were going to do it, since they were huge compared to me. Just thinking about six foot four inch Wrath trying to shower gave me a case of the giggles, which was good since it distracted me from my still tingling lips.
