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CHAPTER TWENTY
NOVEMBER 9, 2012
We stayed through the second band and halfway through the last band before practically running through the city streets back to my car. Sean and Brian chose to stay. Brian insisted he’d only taken a few hits from Sean’s jumbo joint and he was drinking water, so he was fine to drive after the show. I was relieved, and it was a damn good thing we’d all driven separately, because there was no way in hell I was going to wait to take Ash home any longer.
It wasn’t a short trip home. From D.C., getting back to my place would take around an hour. For most of the ride, we left each other alone and stayed in our own headspaces. It was one of those nights that’s one of a kind. One you know you’ll never experience again, even though I knew things were only getting started for April Renegade. The way the crowd consumed our music was extraordinary, as was the feedback we got after. Whatever doubts we all had before we walked onto that stage had lessened significantly by the end of our set.
There was no doubt in my mind that Ash belonged on the stage. Front and center. I could tell when his energy heightened and his anxieties fell away during our set, and watching his transformation while singing his heart out was brilliant. At first, he’d stayed near the mic, almost unmoving. His fingers had twitched restlessly, and his head was bent down a bit, more than likely looking at the floor.
Then, something shifted. As Ash sang on, the crowd lifted him up. He loosened up and walked around the stage, danced with the microphone stand, at one point he head-banged with Sean, and he even came over to where I was near the end and pretended to bang on the drums.
Ash’s newly found self-confidence was well-deserved. It also made me incredibly hot for him. My thoughts lingered on the way he’d looked on the stage as we hit the home stretch back home, and I found that I was having trouble paying attention to the road.
A couple of miles out, after I’d exited the interstate, I slid my hand over to rest on his thigh. I had expected him to hold my hand until we got home. Instead, he brought our joined hands up to his mouth and kissed each of my knuckles slowly.
I leaned my head back and tried to focus on the road. Having his lips on any part of me while I was driving was incredibly dangerous. He leaned over across the center console and kissed my neck lightly.
“Ash…” I warned with a rough, pained rasp. “I don’t want to swerve off this road and kill us.”
He chuckled against my neck and slid his tongue along my jawline, tracing the hard line and setting my whole body on fire. Our hands untangled as he stroked me all over–over my neck, down my chest, and that sweet spot in between my thighs. My skinny jeans became painfully tight. Ash couldn’t be tamed, and it took every brain cell of mine to not veer off the road and throw his ass in the back seat. Ash cupped my growing bulge as soon as we turned into my neighborhood, leaving me with blurred vision and shallow breaths.
Finally, I turned into the driveway and parked abruptly in my designated spot. Ash was on top of me in an instant as soon as he unbuckled himself. He straddled me, and I fumbled around in the dark for the lever to push my seat back so we wouldn’t lean back against the horn and alert my family of our arrival.
After sliding us back, Ash wasted no time grinding into me, delirious and lost in his need. His delectable lips hovered above mine as I gripped his ass and felt him through his jeans. I reached for him, and the distance between us disappeared. His lips were soft, and he tasted faintly like the one drink we’d had accompanied by old smoke and the fresh mint of the gum he’d chewed on the ride home. He trailed a hand underneath my shirt and down to the waistband of my jeans, teasing me until I couldn’t stand it.
“Inside,” I ordered. Ash could be such a tease, and if we didn’t stop, I was going to finish in my car with my pants still on, which isnotwhat I had planned.
Ash looked at me and smirked. He knew exactly what he’d been doing. He loved to rile me up. He clumsily hopped off my lap and we made our way to the house. I wondered for only a second if Sean and Brian had handled my drum set carefully enough when they packed everything up—and then Ash was on me again, shoving me back into the wall of the house by the front door. I yelped a little as my back hit the siding, and he laughed huskily into my neck.
The front light was off, so I assumed everyone was in bed. I let him have his way with me for a moment because I knew I was going to drag his ass inside at some point. Ash drew back from a lengthy kiss and pressed his forehead against mine.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. My cheeks heated instantaneously. I cupped the back of his head and left a trail of kisses down his neck. Ash pushed himself into me, and the friction he gave me was pure torture through our jeans.
I raked my hands down his back right as the light by the door turned on, casting a yellow glow over us. Ash jumped off me and took a step into the yard to avoid the light…and to tuck himself up into his waistband. I did the same with shaky hands. How the abrupt interruption didn’t make my dick soft immediately, I had no clue.
As soon as Ash came back to the front door, it opened.
“¿Mis amores?”
I jumped away from where I stood pressed against the house, walked into the foyer, and smiled at my mother. Ash walked in after me. Inside, the house smelled like chocolate chip cookies, which I knew meant Mom stayed up and waited for us. She closed the door and locked it behind us.
“I thought I’d turned that light on.” Mom tapped herself lightly on the forehead. “I got so caught up in my tele-novella and making cookies, I must have forgotten.” She rolled her eyes and motioned for us to follow her into the kitchen.
“Mom, you didn’t have to wait on us,” I said. The clock in the kitchen read that it was almost half-past midnight.
She scoffed and made us sit down at the small breakfast table on one side of the room. “I wasn’t going to go to sleep andnothear about your first show.”
“Well,” I chuckled. “Dad did.”
Mom placed a fresh plate of cookies between me and Ash on the table, then poured us a couple of glasses of milk. Ash’s cheeks were flushed, and his lips were swollen. He looked embarrassed, and it was cute as hell.
Mom came back with the milk. “I amnotyour father, Andrew.” She rolled her eyes again and sat in a chair by me. “Tell me about it, and then I’ll go to sleep.”
When I first told Mom about dropping my classes and focusing on the band, I’d been so freaked out about how she would take it, but as she sat at the table and demanded we tell her every detail of the show, I felt like an idiot for worrying about it in the first place. Even Dad didn’t take it too hard—like her, he wanted me to be happy.
I took a large bite of the warm cookie and moaned a little. Mom smacked me lightly on the shoulder.“¡No lo excites!” Don’t excite him!My eyes bulged and I choked on a laugh. Mom was smarter than to forget to turn the light on. She wanted to give us a moment alone before interfering.
Ash’s face was twisted up in confusion as he looked between me and Mom. Then, he let it go and took a bite of his own cookie.
