Lucas couldn’t take another day of Sindy deviating from the basic rhythm of the song. He liked that she improvised and was an independent thinker, but she battled him. And every time they disagreed, Tessa insisted they take a five-minute break.
“She’s so frustrating!” Lucas paced in front of Mason’s drum kit. “She never sticks to the lesson plan. I tell her to study, and all she wants to do is play the music.” He stopped and faced Mason. “And did you hear that solo she added after the second chorus?”
“Yeah.” Mason flashed a wide smile. “It was killer.”
“Exactly. She plays rhythm. She’s not supposed to overtake my lead.” He began to pace again, his heart rate buzzing in his ears. “I gotta constantly outplay her. This is fucking insane! She such a rebel. She constantly goes against everything I say.” Out of his peripheral vision, he spotted Mason’s dimpled smile. “What the fuck is so funny?”
Mason twirled his drumstick and then pointed it at Lucas. “You, man. Next thing you know, you’re gonna be pulling her hair.”
Lucas waved his hand at Mason, dismissing the implication. “You’re crazy. I don’t like her. Actually, I can’t fucking stand her.”
“That’s what you say now, bro. In a few days or a few weeks, you won’t be able to keep your hands off her.”
Stunned into silence, Lucas couldn’t do anything except blink. Mason had it all wrong, and it irked the hell out of him. He huffed, crossed his arms in front of his chest and turned his head to the side. Sindy was staring at him, but it was her hand on the neck of her guitar that caught his attention. He squinted and looked closer. She was giving him the finger. It looked like she was pressing a chord into the fret board, but she was giving him the finger. His eyes darted up to meet hers, and she smirked at him and raised her brows. He grunted with frustration and jutted his chin up toward the ceiling. He was so ticked off that he didn’t want to finish rehearsal. He was done.
Lucas stomped through the studio. “I’ve had it. Rehearsal is over.” He went back to his suite of rooms and paced back and forth. What the hell gave Mason the idea that he liked Sindy? She did nothing but give him a hard time. She had a fire inside of her that matched her flaming auburn hair. She thought she was so fucking smart. Just because she played like a fucking superstar, and looked like one, too, didn’t mean she knew everything about music. She acted as if he was wasting her time by passing along knowledge that cost him four years of his life and his parents over $100,000. He pulled at the roots of his hair and kicked at the small wastebasket. She made him so fucking mad!
Without thinking, he pushed his jeans and briefs down in one move and started jerking off.
Thoughts of Sindy, with her snide little jokes while he was trying to be serious, made his blood pump harder. Her spunky attitude made him breathe heavier. The vision of the girl on the beach, kicking at the sand and yelling into the wind, made him tingle all over. As he thought about her soaring rendition ofNovember Rainon the day she auditioned, his hand moved faster. Picturing their verbal sparring matches ignited a spark that traveled through his body and made him shudder. He threw his head back, a groan leaving his lips. Dizzy, he fell to his knees. The image of Sindy’s mocking smile made him so fucking mad!
His vision cleared and the room came into focus. His heart pounded in his ears, and he was out of breath. Wetness on his fingers and T-shirt made his eyes drop. His engorged shaft still twitched under his hand and wept at the tip. He quickly pulled his hand away and looked at it, as if it had acted without his knowledge. Eyes and mouth open wide, astonished at the crazy mix of lust and frustration, he couldn’t do anything except stare at his hand as if it betrayed him. He had no idea why the heated conversations with Sindy aroused him to the point of delirium. He’d never felt anything like it before. He had no idea what it meant, but, he couldn’t wait to see her again to find out.
