Page 37 of Electric Wounds
The second the band steps into the blinding brightness of the lights, the crowd erupts, their cheers shaking the venue, distracting me from my thoughts. The entire stadium explodes to life as the band launches into their first song. I watch from the wings, pride swelling in my chest. Each note, each beat pulses with energy, fueled by the electric crowd. Jax commands the stage, his voice raw and powerful, Marcus’s guitar riffs are tight and electrifying, Enzo’s baseline is powerful, and his backup vocals are filled with grit and emotion, and Dylan’s drumming keeps everything grounded, every beat rippling through the audience.
The set flies by in a blur of energy and emotion, the music consuming me and making me forget about everything else. As the final note rings out, the crowd roars with approval, their cheers deafening as the band heads backstage.
Marcus reaches me first. “Ahh, what did you think, princess?” He asks, wrapping an arm around my waist and tugging me close as Dylan, Enzo, and Jax finally reach us.
“You were amazing, as usual,” I reply. He uses his arm to squeeze my waist, and I wait, expecting him to let go so we can head to the bus. He doesn’t, leading me further backstage, towards the exit. I lean into Marcus, not fighting his grip, but I also can’t help but wonder why he and Dylan are acting so weird today. I decide not to ask and just see how the rest of the night plays out.
TWENTY-THREE
JEALOUSY
Jax
The walk back to the bus is filled with the usual chatter and laughter, but I can't shake the jealousy gnawing at me. Watching Marcus, Dylan, and Enzo swarm around Lily, all their attention and flirtation focused on her, and seeing her return it, feels like a knife twisting in my gut. Every smile, every laugh she shares with them feels like a blow. I try to keep my emotions in check, but it’s getting harder with each passing moment.
As soon as we reach the bus, I know I need to talk to her. "Lily, can we talk?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady despite the emotions bubbling inside.
She looks at me with curiosity and a hint of apprehension. "Sure, Jax. What's up?"
I wait, watching as the rest of the guys slowly filter inside to offer us some privacy. Marcus pauses an extra second in the doorway, waiting until Lily nods at him before he takes the final step inside and closes the door behind him. This makes my irritation flare, and I work to keep in under control, so I don’t take it out on Lily.
I take a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "I need to know how you feel about all of this. About us." I hesitate, then add, “About me.”
Her eyes widen a bit, clearly caught off guard by the question. "I... I don't know, Jax. I've just been going with the flow. Everything’s happening so fast."
Her answer tightens the knot in my chest. "I can’t stand watching them with you, Lily. Every time you're with one of them, it kills me. I want you... but I feel like I’m not allowed to even be near you after what happened, and it’s driving me crazy."
"Jax..." she begins, her voice soft but unsure.
I growl, a low noise in my throat. I sound like a desperate asshole. None of this is coming out the way that I want it to. “Just forget it.”
Lily steps forward and places a gentle hand against my bicep. She stares into my eyes, her expression softening. "I didn't realize you felt this way, Jax."
"I hate feeling like I’m not enough," I say, my voice cracking slightly with the confession. It was the truth. I feel like my first kiss with Lily was somehow blown out of proportion and I was sidelined as she connected with my bandmates. I made the first move and somehow it had backfired into me being the odd man out. I hear her talking with them, kissing them, fucking them, and it has slowly been festering into a dark need. A need to dominate Lily and show her that I am worthy of her attention, as much as the others.
Lily’s eyes fill with understanding. "Jax, I had no idea it was affecting you like this. I never meant to make you feel left out."
"Come to my bunk tonight," I say quietly, but there’s a raw intensity in my voice. I know she can hear it and I try not to be embarrassed, even as I beg. "Please." I don’t have to voice whatwill happen if she agrees. It’s written all over my face and in between the lines of my confession.
She hesitates for a moment, then nods. "Okay."
I snag her hand, dragging her behind me as I enter the bus. The guys turn to watch us, but I don’t acknowledge them. I don’t stop until we reach my bunk, ripping the curtain aside and pulling Lily in on top of me. Once we’re inside, I can't hold back anymore. I pull her into a fierce kiss, all my pent-up passion and jealousy pouring out. My hands roam over her body, desperate to feel her, to make her mine.
"I'm so jealous, Lily," I whisper against her lips, the confession slipping out. "Every time I hear you with one of them, I wish it was me. I've been losing my mind, thinking about you... I’ve even... masturbated in the shower, imagining you." I’m like a man possessed as I run my nose down the side of her neck, peppering her with kisses.
She gasps, and it sends a shiver through me. My rock-hard dick pulses in my boxers with every noise that she makes. I roll us over, laying her flat on the bed, and covering her body with mine as I delve into her mouth once more. Her hands grip my hair, tugging to the point of pleasure-pain, and I can’t take it anymore.
I strip her clothes with urgent hands, my mouth trailing hot kisses down her body until I reach her core. I pause for a moment, taking in the sight of her laid out bare on my bed. Her breasts are perfect handfuls, nipples puckered into tight points, begging to be sucked on. Her skin is silky, her flat stomach leading to a small patch of blonde hair covering her core.
Leaning forward, I suck her nipple into my mouth as my hands trail downwards. I lick and suck as she arches into my mouth, and my fingers reach her slick center. I switch to her opposite nipple as I rub circles on her tight nub, my dick pulsing again as she releases a low moan.
I move from her nipples to trail kisses down her flat belly until I reach her mound. My tongue moves up and down her slit, teasing her, making her squirm. Her soft moans and the way her fingers tangle in my hair drive me wild. When I finally latch onto her clit, sucking and licking with purpose, her body arches against my tongue, and I hold her thighs steady as she bucks.
Coaxing her orgasm out of her feels like the most addictive thing on the planet. Her moans grow louder, her body trembling under my touch. She bites into my pillow to muffle her moans, but I can tell how close she is by the way her body gyrates underneath my face, chasing after my tongue as her pleasure builds.
I feel her reach her release, her body convulsing underneath me as each wave of pleasure rushes through her. Before she can fully recover, I flip her over and slide into her from behind, eliciting a sharp gasp that fills the small space. I pause, allowing her a second to adjust.
The unmistakable sound of someone else masturbating from a nearby bunk only intensifies the moment. The thought of being overheard adds a forbidden thrill to everything we’re doing.
