AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The tip of his tongue buzzed in reaction. He’d love to work those tight little tips and see just how much darker they got.
Okay, back up that thought. No need to get a boner while he was getting handed around.
Michael rushed to the front of the stage and pointed at West with a shake of his head. West rolled onto his back once more, stretched his arms out wide, and gave him a shit-eating grin. He knew he was a crazy motherfucker, but Michael loved him for it. Back in the day, they’d done all sorts of insane pranks and antics, but now his best friend was settled down with one-point-eight-five kids. Michael’s wife was a month away from drop-kicking kid number two out of her body. Honestly, if West saw another sonogram picture he was going to decoupage copies all over the bus.
Of course knowing Michael, he’d love it.
Might be worth it to see what Malachi—Michael’s older brother and their drummer—would do. Living in close quarters for the last month had been anything but boring. He was pretty sure Mal was about eight seconds from torching the bus with everyone on it.
His band, Warning Sign, was guest starring during the last leg of Brooklyn Dawn’s Heartless tour. The objective was to push interest for their next album. Though, honestly, he wasn’t sure how that was supposed to happen since they couldn’t even agree on a name for the damn thing.
It was in for the first round of mixes, then the band would go in and see what the producer had put together. He was nervous and excited, all wrapped around a ball of energy. And seriously, he was running out of ways to get rid of it.
Lila had warned him about crowd surfing twice this week. Too bad the fans were starting to expect it, and he definitely got off on the love in the crowd. The more he did it, the more they went wild for it. Hell, they were sharing YouTube, Snaps, and Instagram clips now more than ever. Maybe tomorrow night, he’d grab a phone and do one from his point of view.
Maybe a GoPro?
That would be fucking cool. He could borrow Denver’s bike helmet. Their insane bus driver had her mountain bike strapped to the front grill of the bus. She was forever disappearing once they were settled in for soundcheck. He didn’t even know where she went, only that she came back and knew every road like a storm chaser. In fact, she only trusted maps—not the GPS like everyone else on the planet. She was seriously impressive.
Actually, kinda his hero.
The entire tour had been one crazy stop after another. He couldn’t wait to see what the next four weeks would be like. Now, he just had to get through this show without getting thrown out of said awesome band.
Between Molly and Lila, their manager, he was always in hot water.
He came around again to the front and spotted the girl with the dark hair again. Man, her mouth and spectacular tits were going to star in a few fantasies tonight.
“Would you like to rejoin us on stage, West?”
His attention returned to the stage. Molly filled the main screen. She was sitting on Mal’s drum riser and the gypsy scarves that adorned her microphone stand fluttered around her thighs. She’d tipped down the mic and sat in front of Mal’s huge fan for maximum attention, of course. Her wild honey curls floated around her shoulders as if she was in a Lita Ford video.
She looked calm, but he knew she was seething. If there was one thing their vocal princess hated, it was being upstaged.
Michael swung his guitar around his back and reached for West.
Play time was over. Time to finish up the set. He clasped Michael’s hand and monkeyed his way over the speakers lining the front of the stage.
He turned around and blew kisses to the crowd. The house lights were up and bright so he could see for miles. So many faces. The majority of them had come for Brooklyn Dawn, but Warning Sign had converted their fair share. They were gaining a name for themselves and their own fans. As evidenced by the rainbow of bras that dotted the landscape now.
He spotted his favorite brunette again. He didn’t even think, he jogged to the edge of the stage and down the stairs to the aisle. She’d been boxed in before, but the girls on her opposite side had dispersed. He ran down to her, and pulled her from the crowd of fans. Eyes wide, the girl gripped his hand and followed him. The fans murmured and shouted the closer the two of them got to the stage.
West glanced back at her. She clutched his hand with both of hers, her smile wide and bright. Her eyes were the same gray-blue of the skies of Seattle.
He didn’t have a clue what he was going to do with her, but good goddamn.
He dragged her up the stairs with him and Michael swore as he ran back to the center of the stage to do damage control. Juliet had sidled up behind Molly and slapped her bass as she grinded against her.
Girl-on-girl action always fueled the crowd.
West took that window to lead the fan over to his piano and stood her to the far side. “Stay there, sweetheart. Or it’s both our asses.” He plucked a hair tie from the stand next his setup. It was littered with picks, two different tambourines, a cow bell, and a harmonica.
He turned to her as he pulled his hair into a bun at the top of his head.
“So that’s a man-bun.”
West grinned. “That’s a man-bun.”
She tilted her head, completely at ease with her half-naked self. She was wearing skintight black pants and crazy girl shoes that never quite made sense to him. Heel, but not a heel. Like Frankenstein and Wonder Woman had lost a bet.
