Page 94 of Rhythm Of Our Souls
“How so?” I ask, looking around and seeing that we are indeed the last people. But there are fans standing around, watching, wishing they got to meet her, sneaking photos.
“Means we can take some extra time getting photos. No rush.” She winks again. “Got anything for me to sign?”
“Ahh...” My eyes widen. Shit, no, I don’t. I gave Nate my autograph book.
“No problem,” she laughs. “You comfortable with me signing body parts?”
“Y-yes,” I say, feeling flustered, my cheeks heating.
She grins, taking a Sharpie from Tyson, who’s beside her, watching with an amused look. She pops the cap off and steps closer.
“Breathe,” Ally whispers. “Or you’re going to pass out. It’s okay. You’re fine,” she says soothingly as she starts to sign her name right over the top of my left breast. “Eyes on me,” she purrs.
She takes a step back and grins at her work. I look down, and my cheeks flush. “You a hugger?” she asks.
“Yes.” I nod.
She hugs me, her lips pressing against my ear. “I like the look of my name on you. I think I’ll make a habit of signing a new body part of yours every show until there is no more space anywhere on you.” She sucks my earlobe into her mouth and nibbles. I’m so damn happy I’m wearing scent-blocking panties right now, or there would be slick dripping down my thighs.
She steps back, smiling like she didn’t just turn me on to level ten. “Photo time!” she cheers.
I blink, shaking my head before letting the band move me around how they want me. My shyness quickly turns to laughter as they put me in silly positions.
In one, I step back so Ally can jump on Gavin’s back. She sticks her tongue out, giving the camera therock onsign as Gavin laughs. It’s perfect.
We take so many photos, more than I’m sure any of the other fans take. But Ally assures me that this is something every last fan in line gets. Well, almost. I don’t think she grabs their asses when they’re hidden from view.
That one's just for me.
The band steps away, and Ally stands next to me. “I want one real quick,” she whispers in my ear.
“One what?” I ask, looking up at her. The way she’s watching me has all the air leaving my lungs.
She turns us so we’re face to face, but side by side to the camera. She places one hand on my ass, and the other one is cupping the back of my head. My lips part as my breathing picks up. She smirks down at me, love shining bright in her eyes. The camera goes off and I’m taken by surprise. Then her lips are on mine, and I can’t help but whimper.
Even with my eyes closed, I see the flash of light before Ally pulls back. I’m breathless, head spinning as she takes a step away from me.
Shock fills me as I look around, waiting to see surprised fans, but there’s a wall of men. Gavin, Brady, Liam, Nate, and the band all stand around us, blocking us from view.
They all smirk at us, and my eyes fill with tears of gratitude.
“Alright,” Liam says loudly. “Band needs to head back to get ready. All VIPs, please head to your seats.”
“See you later, baby,” she whispers, squeezing my ass as she passes by.
“How are you doing?” Brady asks, chuckling.
“I’m on cloud nine,” I say, dazed as I watch her walk away with the band.
“Are you okay if I go with them?” Brady asks. He’s dressed up in the same uniform as the other security guards, an idea Nate came up with so Brady can be close to Ally during her shows.
“I’ll be just fine. Plus, I’m enjoying my date night with Gavin.”
He smiles. “Be good,” he growls playfully. But doesn’t kiss me, even though I know he wants to. Eyes are on us, and we don’t want to draw attention.
Brady leaves, and Gavin guides me to our section.
At the last concert, I was behind the scenes. But it was nowhere near as chaotic as being out in the crowd.
