The guys go back to talking and I take up the melody I was working on again. My fingers find the strings while my mind dreams up thoughts of Becca. Maybe she’d want to come out on our next tour. Not for the whole time, of course. She has a life of her own, after all. But for a few weeks, or a month? I’m sure we could work something out. And with Alex in Connor’s life now, she wouldn’t be alone during shows. I’m sure Alex will be coming on tour as well. Not that they’ve officially gotten back together, but that’s just a matter of time. Connor is like a lovesick puppy.
“Let’s head back to the kitchen. Alex just texted to say that Becca is coming to dinner too, and she should be here soon,” Connor says, already halfway to the door. “I’m going to see if Alex needs any help.”
I scramble to my feet, dropping the guitar in my haste. The guys all turn to look at me because of the sound it makes when it crashes to the floor.
“Calm down,” Ryder says. “You can answer the door when she gets here.”
The other guys make noises of understanding, with some ‘ah, young love’ and ‘Johnny’s in love again’ thrown in for good measure.
Fuck these guys.
I push past them and join Alex and Connor in the kitchen.
“Tell me what you need, oh kitchen mistress. I am here to serve.” I bow to Alex, and Connor rolls his eyes at me. Alex points out things that need to go to the dining room and I begin taking things over. With all of us bringing items, it only takes a few minutes to get the table ready and soon we’re just waiting on the lasagnas to finish cooking.
When the doorbell rings, I jump up and run to answer it before anyone else gets a chance. I know it’s Becca because the only other person yet to arrive is Denise, and she has her own key. With my hand on the doorknob, I stop and take a deep breath before swinging it open.
“Becca,” I say, grinning like an idiot. I can’t force the smile from my face. All I can hope is that I don’t look too crazy. “Come in. I thought I would never see you again.”Good one, dumbass. Nothing like being over dramatic to make yourself not look crazy.
She steps in and I close and lock the door behind her. I sneak a look back at her when we stop in the entryway. She’s dressed casually again, in jeans and a long sleeved henley shirt. I can’t see the tattoos on her arms at all, but I do catch a glimpse of her chest piece. There’s something about it that looks a little familiar, but I can’t place it. And it’s not like I can get a really good look at it without coming across like a creep who’s starting at her boobs.
“Hey Johnny, hi. Umm, hi,” Becca tucks her hair behind her ear and looks down at the floor.She’s nervous. She likes me!“Should I take off my shoes?”Or she’s polite and worried about getting the floors dirty. Shit.
“Oh, just leave them on. It’s fine. Let me show you to the kitchen.” I lift my hand to take hers and she jerks her arm away from me. “Oh, I’m sorry. I just… that was… Sorry.” Well shit. There goes my thought that Becca is my fate. She’s so not interested that she jumps away when I get too close.
“Oh, no. It’s OK. It’s just, um… I’m just not a big fan of having my arms touched. It’s not you.” She reaches out and pats my hand, but doesn’t linger. “I was hoping I’d see you tonight, actually.”
I look back at her, and she smiles at me. “Yeah?” I pull my phone out of my pocket. “Well, then first, let me get your number so we don’t have to rely on our friends making plans in order to see each other.” I hand her my phone so she can put her information in.
She passes it back. “What’s the second thing?” She looks at me and her eyes flicker to my lips, making my dick stand at attention. How is it possible that anyone this beautiful exists?
My hands reach up toward her face, and I take a tentative step closer. “Can I touch your face? Your hair?” I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable and after the way she jerked away from me, I know that I definitely need to ask before I touch her anywhere again. I whisper, “Your lips?”
She nods, surprising me by reaching out and grabbing my shirt, pulling me forward, forcing me against her. I angle my head, skimming my mouth across her cheek, my fingers threading into her hair and tilting her head up. Brushing my lips against hers, not quite kissing her, I taste her breath as she gasps. Her arms circle around my waist, pulling me closer, as she chases my lips with her own. Grinding against her, letting her feel what she does to me, I press my lips to hers, teasing her with a soft swipe of my tongue, barely holding myself back. My body is on fire with the desire to touch her, with not being able to do more than kiss. She opens her mouth for me and I slide my tongue along her lower lip before plunging into her kiss. Her tongue dances with mine as she pulls me ever closer, little whimpers escaping her mouth all the while. I want to slide my hands down and lift her up by the backs of her thighs, but the only safe space I know that my hands can be right now is in her hair. So I hold her face to mine and kiss the hell out of her while I grind my rock hard dick into her hip. I meet her whimpers with moans of my own.
The sound of keys jingling on the other side of the door drags me back to reality. A disappointed groan escapes my throat and I pull back. I place a gentle kiss on Becca’s lips once more before letting her go and stepping away.
“That was so much better than I imagined it would be,” I whisper, and sneak in one more kiss just as the door opens.
“Oh, hey guys,” Denise says as she walks in. “Am I late?”
“Nope,” I say. “You’re right on time. Have you met Becca? Becca, this is Denise, the band’s manager. Becca is Alex’s best friend, and she was also the photographer after the show last week.”
Denise and Becca make small talk as we all walk to the kitchen. When their backs are turned, I take a moment to adjust myself, willing my dick to go down before anyone notices. I’m sure my stupid smile and Becca’s just-kissed lips and slightly messy hair will speak volumes when we get there, but I can’t bring myself to care.
That was the best kiss I’ve ever experienced in my life.
And I want more.
