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“I’m glad to be touring again, finding our way to connect with our fans,” she tells him. We’re supposed to have a small meet and greet after tonight’s show, which I’m actually excited about. I enjoy chatting with people who love music as much as I do.
“You’ve had an interesting time of finding new band members after your old ones quit with very little notice,” the host, David says. Tyler is glaring at him, waiting for him to fuck up.
I don’t think I’ll ever think of Tyler the same way again.The man is low-key scary. Never underestimate a nerd with a grudge.
David should watch his mouth.
“We made it work,” Layla says smoothly, waiting for his point.
“Do you know her songs?” David asks, looking around at us. “How does it work when you join a new band when she’s been writing and performing diligently for years?”
Oh. He’s worried about her.I didn’t take into consideration how much Nashville adores Layla Campbell. She may be rock and roll, but they are hardcore fans of her music.
A pair of co-hosts sang her lyrics back to her, absolutely delighting Layla. Some people would think it was dorky, but Layla?
She loved it.
“We know all of Layla’s songs,” Atlas says, leaning forward into one of the microphones. “We’ve been practicing, Draven listens to them on a headset pretty religiously, and we play without cues on stage. Layla keeps us on our toes, so we’re laser focused when we’re performing.”
Impressed, David smiles. “That’s pretty ballsy of you, Layla,” he says.
“Little gal like me has to keep these men in line somehow.” She winks. Fuck me, this woman is something else. Soon, we have the host eating out of the palm of our hands, and she treats him to a small sample of one of the songs she’s working on.
“Thank you so much,Midnight Lightsfor spending some time with us,” David says, getting ready to sign off. “It was truly a pleasure. I hope Nashville treats you well while you’re here.”
“It always does.” Layla grins. He shakes her hand, and I notice he holds on to it for longer than normal before saying his goodbyes to us.
Walking out of the room, Layla sighs as she turns to us. “I’m not going to make it to the bus, I need to run to the restroom. I’ll be back in a second,” she tells us.
Layla practically runs to the bathroom, making me chuckle. The girl has been chugging water all day, and with how hot it’s been here, I don’t blame her.
Draven and Tyler chat with the radio station manager, giving me an idea. Making eye contact with Atlas, I smirk, jerking my head in the direction of the bathroom.
“This is either the best idea ever or the worst,” Atlas chuckles as we stroll down the hall. Draven and Tyler have their backs to us, so neither notice where we’re walking to.
Atlas and I have spoken a lot over the past two days about Layla, making sure we’re in agreement about fixing things with her.
“Let’s go show her how it should have gone five years ago,” I growl, opening the door to the bathroom. Thankfully she’s the only one in here as she stands washing her hands.
“What are you doing?” she asks, watching as Atlas locks the door behind us. “Guys, this isn’t funny.”
I crowd her against the wall, my eyes running over her. Layla is wearing a short green dress with some sort of low cut white top under it. The dress reminds me of suspenders in a way, and of course she’s wearing her combat boots. I never thought those things could look this sexy on a woman.
“I want a redo,” I rumble, reaching out to play with one of her blonde curls. “You can take your best shot at me with the knife I know you’re carrying if I don’t blow your mind, Baby Girl.”
Slanting my mouth over hers, I steal the complaints I’m sure she was going to give me. Hitching her leg over my hip, I shove my thick thigh underneath her, rocking her over it.
“We aren’t going to stop until you’re soaking me, Baby,” I rasp into her ear.
“Why,” she whimpers, her eyes rolling.
“We fucked up five years ago,” I whisper, kissing her again. Her lips are going to be puffy and swollen by the time I’m done with her. Licking the seam of her lips to get her to open, I kiss her again as I swallow her little noises. “I’ve seen what you look like when you come, now I need to taste it.”
Dropping to my knees, I kiss her inner thigh where her knife is strapped to her leg. Pulling aside her panties, I lick up her arousal like a man starved. She’s such a good girl, already soaked for us.
“Just hold on,” I rasp, grabbing her thighs and lifting them, so she’s pinned to the wall above me. Eating her sweet pussy like I’ve been starving to do, I grunt as I suck on her clit.
She’s going to be one of my favorite instruments to play. So fucking delicious.
