He held up a finger as the music prepared for the drop and I went quiet. I felt that drop in my soul. Dusty nodded and I started singing again as the music restarted, full force.
Dusty made thekeep goinggesture, eyes locked on mine as he held up his microphone and startedrapping.In Spanish. While dancing so hard his hat fell off.
Now, BroKen put on a good show. But right now, in this moment, he wasmesmerizing.It felt like he was rapping just for me.
He could be, which was why I didn’t listen to his words.
We kept going, then as I got to the end of my verse, his hand went to stop. I stopped, as did he, and the music dropped off into silence.
“That was better than a blow job from a dinosaur,” Bailey said softly to Kace and Tyrell.
Oh, she was back. But, um,what?
“That’s my Cici!” Dusty breathed. “You are fucking amazing. I knew from the moment you were humming it on the ski lift that it would be perfect.”
“Wow,” Kace said. “That was spectacular. Are we closing with it? Should we release the inflatable dicks? The organizers said we could, but only for one song, and towards the end.”
“Wait, this was fun, but I… I can’t sing this on stage.” Panic gripped my chest.
“Girl, you were so good. Literally, you brought tears to my eyes,” Tyrell gushed.
Dusty came over to me, but didn’t touch me. “Hey, you don’t have to. This was simply for fun. You were just indulging my creative whims. I know it works, so I can sleep now.”
Oh. He wasn’t going to pressure me?
“Thank you,” I replied. Wow.
Dusty picked up his hat and put it back on. “Maybe we can record it at some point, so I can release it on an album? We can give you a fun stage name. LikeMadam Sparklepants.” He splayed his hands like my name was in lights.
“That is ridiculous,” I laughed.Madam Sparklepants?My brother would never let me live that down.
“That’s the point.” He grinned. “Who would make the connection?”
“True.”
He looked at the stage manager. “We’re good.” His attention returned to Kace. “I’m going to doBig Dick Contestsecond to last, so we’ll release the dicks then. Do we have burritos?"
“No. We have mini baguettes though,” Kace replied.
“That works. We have the cereal, right?” he added.
Kace nodded. “Big and little boxes. We brought them with us. Also, we did manage to find a twelve-foot stuffed snowman, and it will be here by the time you go on.”
Always with the giant stuffed animals. But the fans loved it.
Dusty wrapped up. I could leave and hit the slopes, but for some reason I didn’t. Finally, the five of us left the stage.
“Thanks for not pressuring me,” I said softly to Dusty.
“I don’t want to ever pressure you.” His eyes met mine. “Convince you, charm you, but not pressure you.”
Shite. Why did he have to be this nice? Alphaholes I could handle.
This? Not so much.
“If you don’t have anything else to do, would you like to try a couple of these trails with me?” Why did I say that? But it wouldn’t be that bad. We couldn’t actually talk while skiing.
Dusty grinned. “I’d love to.”
