Page 58 of Knot My Band: Part One
I make my way under and get lifted up.
The stage is a living, breathing creature under the soles of my boots.
“Are you ready, Austin?” I shout into the mic, my voice riding the crest of the crowd’s roar.
The songs fly by as we play our set.
The stage erupts in a cascade of lights and the sound of guitars as we launch into the next song, the beat a heart-thumping pulse that commands every pair of feet to stomp along.
I move over to Jack and run my fingers through his hair.
Jack’s close, so damn close that his heat seeps into my skin. His fingers dance over the strings of his guitar with sinful dexterity. We’re side by side, moving in a synchrony that feels so natural.
His blue eyes have a wicked glint, never missing a beat. His presence is a live wire against my side, igniting sparks that shouldn’t be allowed on stage.
I perfume right there on stage and I can see Jack’s nostrils flare. His pupils dilate.
When it comes time for me to move away from him, he follows me, sticking to my side for the remaining two songs.
He even follows me to my mark and goes under the stage with me. It’s cramped, but he still manages to sweep me up into his arms, growling at anyone who gets in his way.
“What-” I don’t hear the rest of Riley’s question as I’m carried up the stairs.
The crowd’s roar still echoes in my ears as Jack uses long strides to get us into the dressing room.
There’s a decisive click as the door closes behind us.
He has me pressed against the cool door of the dressing room in seconds, his chest heaving against mine.
Jack grins, the playful twinkle in his eyes setting off sparks inside me. The dimly lit room feels like our own secret hideaway.
Jack’s grip on my hips is dominating, his fingers branding heat into my skin through the thin fabric of my stage outfit.
His eyes hold mine, intense and unyielding, and I can’t look away.
“You are so sexy on that stage, omega,” he breathes out, the name a caress that makes slick flood my panties.
His lips crash against mine, a collision of desire and need that obliterates every thought.
We kiss like we’re trying to consume each other, our tongues sliding together. My hands roam over his chest, feeling the beat of his heart against my palm, as rapid and fierce as my own.
“God, Oli, you taste like the ripest strawberries covered in cream,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice rough withpassion.
“I’m addicted to the taste of coffee because of you,” I gasp, lost in the sensation of his mouth moving with mine.
The world outside this room fades into insignificance.
Jack’s hands travel down my sides. In one smooth motion, he moves us.
I’m suddenly perched on the edge of the dressing room counter. The cool surface is a shock against my heated skin.
“Now I can feel the rest of this delicious body,” he teases, his breath hot against my ear.
I yank him closer because distance is the last thing I need right now. His lips are on my neck, tracing a path that sears through my veins.
“Jack,” I whisper, my voice hitching as he paints my skin with his mouth. “Don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.” His words vibrate against my throat, and I can’t help the shudder that ripples through me.
