Page 100 of CowSex
I do as I’m told and let her lead me to the dance floor, where I attempt to copy what everyone else is doing. We’re only out there for two songs before Koa and Blake get called up on stage, and I feel sick with anticipation. I’m gonna see and hear him perform live. If that look didn’t get me pregnant, I wonder if his voice will?
Koa puts a guitar strap over his head, so it rests on his shoulder and chest, the guitar hanging in front of him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything sexier in my life.
He finishes talking to the rest of the band, adjusts the mic stand, so it’s a little higher, and then nods at Blake before they start to play.
I’m standing right at the front of the stage, Shannon has her arm slung across my shoulder, Koa’s eyes find mine for just a second before he closes them and starts to sing.
It’s not a song I can say I’ve ever heard, but it’s exquisite, his voice even better. It’s like silk sliding over gravel as he sings about being held close and giving his heart a smile. He opens his eyes occasionally, and each and every time, they not only findmine,but they find my heart too, and maybe a few other parts.
“What is this song?” I ask Shannon.
“It’s called ‘Feels so Right’, it’s by a band called Alabama.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“I never thought so till now. Go home and look up the lyrics Gracie and stop doubting for a minute what that man up there feels about you.”
The song ends to rapturous applause from the audience. He takes off his guitar, shakes hands with Blake and the rest of the band, and steps off the stage, straight into my arms.
“That was fantastic,” I tell him.
His hands slide to my arse, and he pulls me flush against him.
“You liked that?”
“Loved it.”
“Yeah?”
“Absolutely. I’ll show how much later, along with everything else I plan on showing you.”
He bites down on his bottom lip and shakes his head. “No showing, tonight’s all about the doing, Gracie.”
“It’ll be a bit of both. I’ll show you how much I loved your song by doing things to you that are gonna rock your world.”
“More than the cheesy beans on toast did.”
“Oh, so much more.”
“Okay then, best you stop yacking right now, ’cause I need to get back to our table before my dick gets so hard that I take someone’s eye out with it.”
He turns me around, smacks my arse, and walks closely behind me as I lead the way back to our table.
OUR GROUP HAD GROWN OVERthe course of the night. A couple of girls who were friends of Mason’s have joined us, and one of them knows of my blog and our designs, so we’d been chatting for a bit about our favourite designers. Eventually, a cheer goes up, interrupting our conversation. I assume the band is coming back out on stage after their break, but it’s a song that has just come on the jukebox that seems to have everyone happy.
The dance floor becomes packed, as people start to form lines and move in formation, but this isn’t like any line dance I’ve ever seen in my life. The men in our group start to urge Koa on, telling him to get out on the floor. Shannon appears at my side.
“You think you’ve seen his moves, just you wait, girlfriend.”
Koa turns to me, drains his drink, passes his empty glass to me, shrugs as if to apologise, and heads to the dance floor. This time, it sounds more like a roar as everyone surrounding us, claps, whistles, and stamps their feet in approval.
I watch.
I die.
I thought his singing was sexy, but oh my days, his dancing?
I don’t know how I’m still upright as Koa jumps, slides, and criss-crosses his feet before pivoting, and then......and then he rolls his fucking hips, and I am done!
