Page 5 of The Late Hit
“Green isn’t your color, Will,” I say, patting him on the arm. I follow the guitarist down the hallway that leads out back for a smoke.
He opens the back door for me. I step outside into the stifling Texas air and follow behind the guitarist while he leads us to the van where the other members are toking up.
“Yo, guys, this is—” The guitarist pauses his introductions, looking over at me, realizing we haven’t exchanged names yet.
“Brynn,” I supply, introducing myself.
“Guys, this is Brynn. Brynn, these are the guys—Neal, Maddox, Bear—and I’m Max.”
The guys all give me a nod, checking me out. Most girls would be uncomfortable in a dark alley with four guys in an alternative band, but not me. There’s not much that makes me uncomfortable.
Bear takes a drag on the joint he’s holding, blowing out the smoke, and handing it over to me. I nod my head and place the joint between my fingers, bringing it to my lips, for a long inhale. Breathing in the smoke, I hold it. The weed, mixed with the multiple beers, makes the buzz rush straight to my head.
“This is good shit,” I say, exhaling a plume of smoke.
“Only the best,” Max replies, taking the joint from my hand.
We stand there, passing the joint back and forth, shooting the shit for who knows how long. The back door bangs open.
“Are you guys coming back to play?” a balding man asks the band.
“Hold your fuckin’ horses,” Maddox shouts back.
Bear finishes off the joint before we all head back in. Max steps in line beside me before moving aside to let me enter first. Once we are inside, he looks me up and down one last time.
“See ya around, Brynn,” he says, flashing me a panty-dropping smile and hitting me with a wink before jogging back on stage.
What the hell just happened?
I’m standing there stunned with a smile on my face. Slipping my poker face back on, I follow the hallway back to the bar. The dance floor is packed, and I scan the room for a familiar face. Will is leaning against the bar, watching the hallway with a beer in his hand. Making my way over to him, I slide my body up against his, taking the beer out of his hand, and downing half of it. He wraps his arm around me, settling his hand in my back pocket.
“Have fun?” he asks.
Most men wouldn’t be willing to share their girl, but I have a strong feeling Will wouldn’t be one of those men. At least, he’s always given the vibe he wouldn’t mind sharing, as long as he’s involved. But tonight, his actions are saying the opposite.
Slipping my arm around his neck, I pull his face to mine, letting our lips touch. Our kiss turns heated, and I open my mouth for him. He accepts the invitation. Before things get too out of hand, I pull back.
Smirking at him, I finally answer his question. “Not as much fun as we’re about to have,” I purr.
Dragging me back to the side room where everyone is, he can’t keep his hands off me. His body is pressed against me, hands skimming the exposed skin above my jeans.
Chloe sees me first. She takes one look at my appearance and shakes her head with a knowing grin on her face.
“You two getting out of here?”
“I’m going to his place,” I answer. “Just letting you know.”
“Be safe,” she replies.
And with that, Will and I make our way to the exit and back to his place.
“Boyd,getyourheadout of your ass!” Coach Campbell yells from the sideline.
Coach is right, my head isn’t on the field this morning. It’s back to last night in that damn room, watching Will and Brynn. His hands were all over her. His tongue down her throat. Will’s a douche, but Brynn can’t seem to see it. Or maybe she does and just doesn’t care. But I care. I care that he gets to touch her and share her space.
This morning’s practice is mild compared to normal practices. Thank God. I can’t stay focused. My mind is all over the place. This season is going to be huge for me, and the pressure is sitting like a weight on my shoulders.
Tyler Harris calls for us to huddle up.
