Page 8 of SnowFyer
It wasn’t until Scarlett started the transition to “Nightmare in Heaven” that Seth realized he was kneeling before her, her knee thrown over his shoulder.He was rubbing his face on her inner thigh precariously close to the junction of her legs.How she’d managed to get her instrument out of his way and still play was beyond him, but he immediately shoved her leg off him.He didn’t use a lot of force and telegraphed his move so she wouldn’t fall, but the order was unmistakable.
As if it had all been her idea, Scarlett used the momentum to twirl around, moving behind him.As she circled him, Seth maneuvered so the two of them were back to back, their sides to the audience.He needed her body pressing against his, rubbing over him sensually as if he were the Devil in the song and she were the innocent siren luring him to do things he normally would never even contemplate.They stood like that for the remaining twelve bars it took to transition from one song to the next.Just before she spun away from him, just as she switched from the twelve-string to the more conventional, hard-rock sound of her six-string, she stretched up to lick his earlobe.Then to nip him.Hard.
The crowd let out a collective roar, loving the interplay as it worked with the song.Before he could even form a retaliation plan, she’d strutted away from him, spinning with her last step as if to emphasize the notes she was playing even as Titan’s drums assisted her, pounding with the same beat she raked over the guitar with her pick.Then, she stood facing him, legs wide spread in a classic guitar-rock pose as she fell into the hard, driving riff of the band’s anthem, hair flying around her in a red crown like an angel of hell.
* * *
The show ended with a huge display of pyrotechnics.Scarlett was more than a little star-struck and a lot horny.Sweat slickened her entire body, and her eyes continually strayed to Seth.As the lights went down before the pyrotechnics faded, her ear pieces came to life.Arsen.Giving instructions.
“That’s a good wrap, guys.Now get the fuck off stage so we can get the fuck out of here.”
One of the stagehands snagged her guitar as she made her way to the wings.Seth’s arm immediately went around her, steering her deeper into the hallway leading to the basement ramp.Before they made it too far, someone was draping a cool terrycloth robe around her shoulders.Seth helped her into it.It felt as if it has been in the refrigerator for a couple of hours, and she sighed in relief, not realizing how overheated she was.
“Here,” Seth said, shoving a cold bottle of water at her.“Drink.You have no idea how dehydrated you are.”She didn’t say anything or argue, simply took and drank.
She was in the middle of the entire band, who were surrounded by security, all herding them down the gangway toward a waiting limo.When Scarlett stumbled, unable to keep up with the fast pace the men were keeping, Seth scooped her up.She gave a startled cry, but clung to Seth as they picked up speed, practically running to get in the car.
“Hurry,” Titan said, not sounding in the least winded or in any distress whatsoever.“We don’t have a lot of time.”
“The crowd,” Scarlett said.“They’re still calling.We need to do an encore.”
“No,” Seth said in no uncertain terms.“Not tonight.”
He tossed her in the limo and then followed her in.Once inside, he pulled her into his lap, probably to make room for the rest of the band.It was cramped inside the limo as it was.
“Where are we going?”Scarlett asked, sagging against Seth.She’d given everything she had and was now starting to tremble, weakness filling her now that that final rush was over.“We need to take the stage at least once more.”
“No way that show gets any better,” Arsen said without hesitation.
“We play again after leaving the stage and breaking the rhythm, we might not find it again.We might, but the chance isn’t worth it.We leave now.”Scarlett could tell Seth was unmovable in this.Which was just as well.The longer she sat there the weaker she got.
“I can’t stop shaking,” she whispered, hating how weak she sounded.
“The adrenaline is leaving,” Seth murmured next to her ear.“Just drink the water.”He jerked his head at Garrick.“Get her some juice from the fridge.”Immediately, there was movement, and Seth reached for the bottle of juice the bassist handed him.“Drink this, too,” he commanded.“Slowly, but all of it.”
She tried.Scarlett got down maybe half of it before she sagged against Seth.This wasn’t how she’d pictured wrapping up her first concert.
“We’re almost there,” Seth said, stroking her arm with a finger as he looked out the window.“Just a few more minutes and we’ll be on the plane.”
“Plane?”she asked, trying to rouse herself.Pushing herself into a better sitting position, Scarlett looked out the tinted window of the limo.Streetlights sped by as they flew down that busy Los Angeles freeway.“That wasn’t the plan,” she protested.When Seth tried to pull her more securely into his lap, she shoved at him.“Stop it, Seth!We were supposed to get on the tour bus to go to Las Vegas.Everything we need is on that bus!”
“Relax, little hell hound.”Had he deliberately used the name he’d called her while they masturbated together to get her to back off?“Thanks to your little performance with us, there was no getting to the bus unscathed.Besides, the plane will be more comfortable.And faster.”
“Let me go,” she bit out, finally catching her breath and getting her legs back under her, so to speak.She continued to shove away from him until he had no choice but to let her go.She wiggled into a seat across from Seth between Garrick and Titan.It was a snug fit with three of the men on one bench seat and three on the other.Thankfully, Garrick was leanly built, and she managed to squeeze into her seat without too much difficulty.“This isn’t my fault,” she said, glaring at Seth.“Why would you imply it’s my fault?”
“Are you kidding?”Ferris said with a raised eyebrow.“Sweetheart, you rocked that place.Not us.You.We were just along for the ride.”
“But, the bus.Our clothes and gear.”
“You know we’ve got plenty on the jet.We’ll be fine.”Ferris handed her back her bottle of juice, apparently deciding she was with it enough to finish now.“Besides, I’d much rather take the jet to Vegas than that fucking bus.”
“When did you even get the jet here?It’s supposed to be parked in a hangar in Nevada.”She looked around at them.“You all agreed to this so we could play a few impromptu shows along the way.Remember?”
“And we’ll still do that,” Arsen hurried to say.“I know how much those shows mean to you.We’ll just do them in reverse.Let the hubbub die down a bit.”
“But the attention will bring more people!”
“It still will.But you’re not ready yet, sweetheart.”Arsen leaned in and took both her hands in his big ones.“You worked harder than any of us tonight,” he said.“Not only did you have to do your part, but you had to guide the band through your style, battle the kind of nerves that can only come when you’re playing in front of tens of thousands of people, plus it was your first show as part of something like SnowFyer…andyou did it in stilettos.”There was a pause before Garrick barked out a laugh covered almost immediately by a cough.Then Ra chuckled, trying to cover his smile with his hand.Then they all shared the merriment, slapping each other on the back, congratulating each other on a job well done.
