The concert was fucking fantastic.
The openers had been amazing, getting everyone standing and shouting along to their songs, even if we didn’t know them. By the time Dropkick Murphys rolled onto the stage, we’d gotten out of our seats and started surging toward the mass of people in the center. I didn’t want to get my arm fucked up after getting fresh ink, but I found myself drawn to the energy automatically.
It didn’t hurt that Drake was an amazing guy to go with. He got just as into the songs as I did, contributing to the infectious energy of the show. It definitely beat going with Serena, who would’ve been looking at her phone most of the time and asking when we could leave.
The final strains of “Shipping up to Boston” played through the venue, and the crowd roared.
“Thank you for being a great crew. Good night, New Jersey!” the lead singer of Dropkick Murphys called out.
“Wooo,” I called out, throwing a fist in the air. Sweat beaded on my skin, and my shirt was pasted to my chest from jumping around during the show.
“Fuck yeah,” Drake yelled. His hair was plastered to his forehead, and his shoulders heaved from exertion. His dark eyes glittered with mischief, his teeth gleaming with his roguish smile. My insides gave a sharp squeeze in response, and I couldn’t deny the fluttering that arose. I truly thought I’d never see him again after we parted ways at the diner. After all, for as much as Serena had said we’d be friends, she’d been quiet ever since the breakup, apart from setting this up.
Par for the course.
If all my exes remained friends with me, I’d have an overabundance.
Drake leaned in close, and his lips brushed against my ear. “Oops, sorry.”
Heat scorched through me at his proximity, my whole body rousing to life. I hadn’t experienced a nuclear reaction to anyone like this in… well, ever. But from the second he showed up at the venue tonight, my heart had been pumping faster.
“What are you doing after?” he asked.
I met his gaze. “Where do you want to go?”
He blinked, as if surprised by my acquiescence, but clearly he underestimated the combination of extroversion and neediness that comprised me as a human being. “The beach is right there, and I’ve still got a lot of energy to burn.” The husky rasp of those last words right by my ear had my cock waking up.
While I doubted he wanted to burnthatkind of energy with me, the idea of getting on my knees out there and choking on his cock vaulted into my brain and refused to let go. God, it had been so longsince I sucked cock. I licked my lips and glanced down. The worn, buttery jeans did a great job at framing his package, and the bulge there wasn’t insignificant. Whether it was in my mouth, my hole, I didn’t care. Need rose, sharp and fierce, inside me.
When I glanced back up, Drake stared at me, his dark eyes even more intense than before.
“I’m in,” I said, even though I was no longer clear what I was in for. Chances were, I imagined the heat percolating between us, the hunger in his expression. I didn’t know if he was queer or not, since Serena had kept her family at a distance. Probably another sign she hadn’t been serious about us, but I’d missed all the cues.
“Come on,” he said, tilting his head in the direction of the exit, where the rest of the crowd was pouring out. He moved with ease, cutting through any open space with a surety to his steps that I envied. I did my best to keep up with him, but I was klutzy on my best day—all fumbles on my long legs. Only thing steady about me were my arms, and thank fuck for that, given my career.
We hit a few bottlenecks in the crowd, since everyone rushed to get home en masse. I wasn’t aiming to hit the road though. No, I wanted to spend any extra time Drake was willing to offer me. It was a good thing I hadn’t met him while Serena and I were dating, because holy fuck, he was scorchingly hot. My gaze was glued on his muscular, defined ass, even though I wanted to get fucked something fierce.
When we broke out of the venue, I sucked in a long, lusty breath of the salt air.
And promptly choked on it.
I spluttered, smacking my chest as I gasped out for air.
“You okay there?” Drake teased, a smugness to his tone.
“Totally fine. That’s just how I breathe,” I proclaimed loftily.
His eyes twinkled as we strolled down the boardwalk. “Right. Completely normal.”
I nudged his shoulder with mine in retaliation. Instead, the zing from our connection rocketed through my body, heightening my awareness of the drop-dead gorgeous guy who strode beside me. Damn, he was all hard muscle. I had a little from being active with hiking and shit, but not like… firefighter muscle. My mouth dried at the thought of what he’d look like beneath that tight shirt and weathered jeans.
Damn, I shouldn’t be this hard-up for him. It wasn’t that long since I’d had sex… with his sister. I winced and looked up at the sky. The late-night stretch of the velvet horizon captivated me, studded with silvery stars and a glowing crescent moon.
“Thanks for inviting me to join you,” Drake said, breaking through the quiet that had settled between us. Some folks from the concert strode past us along this stretch of the boardwalk, but most people had made a beeline for their cars. “I didn’t realize how few invites I get nowadays.”
“Mmm, don’t tempt me,” I said. “I’ve got your number now.”
“That a threat?” he teased. “Bring it, babe.”
