Page 32 of Electric Wounds
Lily laughs awkwardly, stepping away from Jax and avoiding his gaze. I walk over to her, slinging my arm around both of their shoulders. “Someone needs to keep you two apart,” I joke, earning a more genuine laugh this time.
I steer us through the backstage and out the exit to our van, which is waiting for us. Enzo speaks with the driver in a low hushed tone, working out where the after party is, while the rest of us chill in the back. Lily rests her head against my shoulder, and I play with the ends of her hair.
She’s half asleep by the time we arrive, and I almost ask the driver to take her and I back to the bus. Only a quirked brow from Marcus keeps me from being selfish and trying to wrangle some time with Lily by myself. Sighing, I help her out of the van towards a tall, mirrored black building.
“What is this place?” She asks, wide-eyed.
“It’s a few different things, but we’re here for the lounge,” Enzo replies, taking my spot and steering Lily inside by the shoulders.
We go up several floors in an elevator and stop at the entrance of lux bar. Everything inside is black leather and crystal. It has dim lighting, with soft music playing in the background. The few people scattered around are dressed in dark suits and skimpy cocktail dresses. A total one-eighty from our usual post show hang out spots.
“Uh, this is different,” Lily whispers, glancing around.
“Why are you whispering?” I ask.
“I’m not sure…” Lily flushes. “It’s just so quiet in here, it felt weird to talk at a louder volume.”
I laugh, along with the rest of the guys. “It’s not a library,” Enzo teases.
Lily grimaces, then chuckles, speaking in a normal tone. “I guess you’re right. It’s just so… fancy.” She looks down at her jeans and Electric Wounds t-shirt, then back up at us. “I feel a little underdressed.”
Just then, a girl in a sleek black cocktail dress approaches us. “Can I help you?”
“Nah,” I say, snagging Lily by the hand and rushing her back to the elevators.
“What the hell?” Jax exclaims as I push past him, jamming the buttons on the elevator. First for the lobby, then the close door button.
“Last one to the lobby has to pay for pizza.”
Marcus runs at the elevator, with his hand out like he is going to try to stop the doors from closing, and Lily gasps beside me, her hand flying up to cover her mouth. But he’s too slow, and the door closes while he’s still a foot or so away.
“You’re ridiculous,” she says with a laugh.
“Ahh, ridiculously good looking? Ridiculously into pizza? Ridiculously into you?” I pause, leaning over her, brushing my lips across hers. She takes a step back and I step in closer, sandwiching her between the back of the elevator and my body.
She inhales sharply as I fuse my lips to hers, demanding entrance and sliding my tongue across hers. Her hands grip the back of my neck, nails scraping against the short hairs across my nape. I groan into the kiss, pressing harder against her until I can feel her pebbled nipples through the fabric of her shirt.
“Dylan,” she groans.
I smirk against her lips, then move to kiss down the side of her neck. My hands slip up her sides, resting just under the swell of her breasts. I move to pluck one of her nipples through the fabric. The ding of the elevator sounds, breaking through the drugging haze of kissing Lily Thompson. I step backwards, adjusting my throbbing dick as I step away.
Lily watches me, her lust filled eyes tracing the outline of my cock as if she is fighting the urge to feel it for herself. I stifle a groan and hold out a hand instead of pushing her back into the elevator. “So, Pizza?”
She laughs but agrees. “Pizza.”
TWENTY
CLOSE QUARTERS
Lily
We get back to the bus after the after-party turned pizza party, and the energy feels different. Comfortable and familiar. The longer I spend with the band, the more it feels like I belong here, and it makes it hard not to think about the future. I close myself into the bathroom, brushing my teeth before heading out to the kitchen for a glass of water.
The guys mumble their goodnights, one by one slipping into their bunks. I crawl into mine, my thoughts still trying to make sense of what the future will bring, despite all the unknowns and things out of my control. It feels like I’m finally where I’m supposed to be and I don’t want to give that up.
I finally quiet my thoughts enough to drift off when the sound of the curtain to my bunk rustling, has my eyes popping back open. I blink in the dim light, and there’s Enzo, peeking in with his usual smirk.
"Hey," he whispers, his voice low and a little rough. "Scoot over."
