Page 14 of Dark Notes

I point at the women across the room with matching scowls on their faces.

“Your groupies are waiting, Wild.”

Tucking my hair behind my ear, he stares into my eyes, making my knees feel like they might buckle at any moment.

“I don’t want them. All I want is you.”

Shaking my head, I ask, “What do you want from me? I don’t understand any of this.”

CHAPTER TEN

JAGGER

How the hell can anyone be so goddamn clueless? I want her. I’ve told her that countless times, and still she doesn’t get it.

The need to touch her is so fucking intense. I run my fingers down her cheek, loving the feel of her soft skin under my calloused fingers.

“I want everything from you. Your body underneath mine, hearing you scream my name. I want to always see you when I’m onstage and off. I want you in my fucking bed where you belong. McKinley, come back to my room tonight. I need you.”

She stares at me with wide eyes before she shakes her head no.

“I’ve already watched this movie, Jagger. I’m not interested in the live version.”

Arching an eyebrow in utter confusion, I ask, “What?”

McKinley nods like she has it all figured out.

“I don’t remember what it’s called, but the one where the hot guy asks the nerdy girl out and it’s all a sick bet with his friends. Except in this version the girl isn’t nerdy, she’s fat. I don’t know what game you’re playing, but I’m not interested. Go back to your groupies, Wild.”

I spot her so-called boyfriend talking to the groupies, and when I turn back to her, she’s gone. Goddamn it!

Scanning the room to see where she went, I’m pissed off the second I find her.

We are a cool band, so we let the roadies come to the majority of our parties, but that might stop now. She has her arms around Randy’s neck, his on her hips, as they dance to whatever bullshit song is playing. Fury travels through my blood as I approach them. I’m about two seconds from firing this asshole.

“Get your fucking hands off her. Now. Before I cut them off.”

Randy stares at me with shock, and immediately removes his hands from my girl. She may not realize it yet, but sheismine. And I won’t allow anyone to touch her.

She turns to me with a glare, crossing her arms over her chest angrily.

“What’s your problem, Wild?”

I grab her arms, uncrossing them, and yank her by the arm to the hallway, where it’s quieter.

Pushing her up against the wall, enjoying the gasp from her sweet lips, I growl, “You’re my fucking problem, McKinley.”

Wrapping my hand around her throat, just under her chin, I rub my thumb over her lips.

“I need you. I’m on fire for you. I’m fucking desperate for you.”

Her lips turn up into a sassy little smirk.

“It sounds like you don’t need me. Perhaps a firefighter would be more appropriate in this case.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Leaning down to kiss her, she stops me in my tracks. Closing her eyes tight, she speaks in a low, tired sounding voice.

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