Page 8 of Enjoying the Band in Lockdown

A flippant answer would have been his massage. I wanted to say his hands. But the truth was, our connection started with his hands before making its way from his hands to my heart.

Damn.

“Chase. I don’t want to be,” I spoke slowly. Choosing my words with care. “I don’t want to be with only Xavier.”

It wasn’t worth adding that I could be with only Xavier. Him, me, together, with no one else. If Xavier wanted, asked, or gave me an ultimatum.

“Then leave. With me,” Chase insisted.

“Xavier’s my man. When he came on stage—”

“I know,” Chase interrupted, not hiding his bitterness or jealousy. Pressing his body firmer against mine. Pinning my hips to the railing. “You told me. When he came on stage, you saw him and no one else.”

I tried to shrug, but Chase continued. “But I fucking saw you first. I saw you first.”

The guys could see Chase whispering kisses around my neck. They didn’t hear him tell me about the Festival through his eyes. Of the bands I’d watched, where I’d been standing and even remembering what I’d been wearing.

“I knew we were the final act. I knew you’d be at the gig, and I knew that you would see me. But you didn’t.”

“Chase!”

“You saw him. And then you had the hide to wonder why I’d prefer to sleep in my car then sleep in the same bus where I’d be able to see, or hear, or taste you fucking him.”

“Chase. I don’t know what to say.”

“Yeah. You and me both. I saw you. You saw him, and I didn’t stand a chance.”

“But, Chase, what we have is different.”

“It doesn’t matter. He’s always fucking there.”

“But this challenge—” I wanted to reassure him that we had a whole night together as part of the challenge rules. Rules that Jax had decided and we’d all agreed.

“The challenge is bullshit, and you know it. I’ve already told you. I’m not in it to win it.”

Chase’s lips moved from my neck to my earlobe. Gently biting until his softest growl, “I’m in it to win you.”

So enthralled in his lips, the heat from his body and knowing the whole world—or at least the street—could see us, I didn’t take in what he said. Not at first.

“What? You guys compete over everything. Why are you dropping out?”

“Who said I’m dropping out? We’ll go back to the pub. We’ll pick the order. We’ll have our turn. And when it’s my night, I don’t care how long it takes to make you come. I’m not in it to win that competition. I’m in it to win your heart.”

“But—”

Chase pressed behind me until his cock found it’s home between my cheeks. Grounding against me while his thumbs made the same strokes up and down my neck. He knew my body so well; it was as if he had a direct line from his thumbs to my clit.

It should feel wrong.

I’d been with Xavier only an hour or so ago. My man had gone out of his way to reconnect, yet now he sat in the room watching his friend grind away.

“Tell me, Sydney,” Chase whispered, loud enough to drown out my moans. “When you feel me touch you like this, don’t you wish you could scream out my name? Scream to the world what I make you feel?”

He had one hand crouched between our bodies. Pushing its way through my dress until he could edge between my folds. Yes, I still had my thong and I had a dress between us but they were nothing but layers of fabric. No match for Chase’s magic fingers.

“Tell me Sydney, when I touch you like this, don’t you just want to scream my name just once? Or are you scared that if you open your mouth, someone else’s name is going to come out.”

Only then, I realized how often I clenched down. Silencing myself instead of risking the moment with the wrong name.

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