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“Guitar solos are an essential part of heavy metal. That’s what my dad used to say,” she hummed while tracing her fingers over strings.
My heart thrilled when she pulled down my favorite all-black Ibanez Destroyer. It excited me she’d pick that one of every instrument on the wall.
“He’s right, of course. Hot-wired electrics and guitars with active pickup show off the instrument’s importance to the genre.” I cut myself off before I’d begin rambling. I added, “If you want to use that one, I have a high gain speaker and overdrive pedal in the recording room.”
Diana chuckled softly and turned to me. “You’re a lot like him, you know? You’re the front man who sings lead vocals and plays lead guitar. You make all your performances a show that fans will never forget.”
My next breath shuddered out of me to have such high praise from Diana Winslow. I’d carve out my vocal cords and offer them to her on a silver platter.
Devan Johnson had been my idol and the greatest inspiration throughout the formative years of my life. More so as I built my career. Hearing Diana compare me to her late and great father meant the world to me in ways I didn’t have the words to express.
“Thank you. I really appreciate you saying that.” I swallowed over the dry lump in my throat.
“Well, I mean it.” She winked at me before vanishing into the recording room, sending my heart soaring into my brains.
Like a puppet on a string, or a puppy on a leash, I followed her through the doorway. I plugged in the instruments and speakers for her while she tossed the strap over her head. Then I plopped down on the piano bench, facing her.
No way would I miss a private performance from her.
Diana didn’t even look at me as she slowly examined the guitar and familiarized herself with the feel and weight of it. Her fingers fluttered like butterfly wings over the strings.
A second later, exploratory notes drifted through the air. Wavering, haunting music that washed over my skin and invaded my blood. With each string she plucked, and each note she sang, she hooked herself deeper and deeper into the intimate and visceral parts of my being.
Diana became so entranced with the music she didn’t seem to notice me, tipping forward on the edge of my seat and wholly entranced by her. She was a siren on the high seas, and I was the lone sailor rowing my damned boat over the waves to reach her.
The front of my pants tightened over my stiffening groin, and fiery blood rushed under my skin.
Lured in, I rose to my feet. Diana’s eyes flicked up, cautiously watching but still playing as I approached. I grabbed the recording microphone on standby and pulled it to my lips.
“Grind on me, I’ll make you soar.
Burning fire, our flames shoot higher.
Combined release like geysers from my core.”
Diana’s eyes shot up, and we locked gazes. A charged spark jolted through the space between us. The connection was strong enough to restart my heart.
As I sang, she added background vocals, humming and cooing in her angelic voice. I continued singing from the well of music in my soul.
“Spread your wings, I’ll make you fly.
Sing for me in a throaty cry.
Songbird. Songbird. Songbird.
Sing for me, songbird.”
With each word from my lips, we drifted closer to one another. Static electricity sparked over my lips. Diana and I were gaining speed and making waves, and nothing would stop our collision course.
Blurred movement came from my hands flashing to her face. Diana’s breath leapt past her lips as I grabbed her cheeks and yanked her face to mine. I stole her inhale when our lips crashed together with a sweet, bruising intensity.
“Oh, Levi, I need you again. Please,” she begged into my mouth.
“Goddamn, after watching you play my favorite guitar, I was already planning on fucking you.” I grabbed her wrist and tugged her closer. My other hand unbuttoned my pants, and I slipped her hand over my straining erection. “You feel what you do to me? Can you feel how much I want you, songbird?”
“Yes. Yes. Right now.” Diana pulled my cock free, and from that moment on my vision filled with all the flaming reds of passion and desire.
Twenty-One
