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She pressed her forehead to his. “Take me home with you and show me.”
He groaned and gripped her ass, to tip her hips so his shaft rubbed along the heart of her. “Yes.” His mouth was aggressive and his embrace a breath away from brutal. “One more song, then just us.” He set her down. “Don’t move.”
Her chest heaved with the inability to catch her breath. “Not moving.”
So not moving.
Eighteen
High on the crowd, on the magic and sexual current of a perfect show, he went back on stage with Izzy’s taste on his tongue. He lifted his hand over his head and made a whirling gesture.
Zeke swore and ducked back out for a different guitar. Under the cover of darkness, he felt the rumble of Emerson’s bass and then Nash at the ivories. When Zeke and Johnny’s guitars joined in, he sauntered up to the mic.
He hurtled the first verse into the darkness. The crowd erupted and the lights flared as he, Johnny and Lindsey went into the second verse of “Come Together”.
Still no sign of her—of Aimee.
He wound his hips in a slow circle as Johnny and Zeke hammered out a lengthy solo. He caught a pair of topaz eyes from the shadows of backstage. He performed for her. Lowered his voice and turned a song that had many interpretations into one that he could pour his frustrations and joy into.
The show infused him with a freedom he hadn’t felt in too many months to count. When the song ended, they gathered at the front of the stage and bowed. The thunderous applause seeped into him. He smiled and waved to the crowd and turned to her.
Right now, it was all about Izzy.
“Where are you going? Aren’t we going to celebrate?”
Logan grinned at Zeke. “Oh, I am. And if you know what’s good for you, all of you will steer clear of the house for the next few hours.”
Zeke laughed. “All right. I’ll spread the word. I’m sure we can find something to keep us busy until this sleepy little town closes down.”
Logan didn’t even bother commenting. He found Izzy at the edge of the stage and linked their fingers. He drew her into the bowels of backstage, to the door that lead to the small parking lot they’d corded off for a quick getaway.
He opened the driver’s side door and lifted her inside. Christ, what was she wearing? Shorts. Leather shorts. A long expanse of tanned thigh made his mouth water as she slid across the seat.
He got in after her, found his keys in the ashtray, and started the truck. “Anyone looking for you?”
“I came with Nic and Adam, but I texted them not to wait for me.”
“Good.” He reached across the seat and palmed the back of her head, dragging her to his mouth. The clash of lips and tongues revved his already molten blood to red-line levels. He ripped his mouth from hers. “Not sure the gentlemanly side of me is home right now.”
She lifted the hem of his shirt up, scraping her teeth over his pecs. She peered up at him in the dome-light. Her attention to his nipple made him hiss and tighten his grip on her hair. “Leave him outside. We don’t need him tonight.” She pulled his shirt back down, flicking her nail around his nipple. She tugged the collar lower so she could get to his neck. “I’m so amped right now.”
“Adrenaline.”
She licked her way up his throat to his ear. “I like it. Drive fast.”
His dick pulsed in time with his racing heart. “Fuck me.”
“Oh, I will.” She slid to her side of the bench seat and crossed her legs.
He drove. Evidently they were both of a same mind tonight. Blood swelled and lengthened him, his cock hardening until the throbbing was the only thing keeping him together.
If he didn’t pull it together he was going to go off in her like a fucking fourteen year old with his first taste of pussy. He took the old access road around the Bennett farm and managed to skip most of the foot traffic on Main Street. It took everything to concentrate on navigating the winding roads that climbed to his cabin.
Even the rush of the falls couldn’t sway him from his goal. He pushed his engine for more, to go faster, and the truck roared up the steep incline. Finally, they came to his gate. He stopped to put his access code in, then parked as close to the house as he could. He rounded the truck, lifted her out, and slammed the door.
She backed her way up the long walkway that lead to his front door. The floodlights highlighted the curve of her bare shoulder, the tips of her breasts that stood out under the tissue paper fine material of her shirt.
With a smirk, she hooked her finger into his belt loop and led him up the flagstone steps. He felt eyes on them. His spine tingled at the ever present telephoto lens tainting her playful seduction.
