Wild Thing

15. Fifteen

Fifteen

DYLAN

T own Hall was packed. Brax mentioned it was a sold out show.

Town Hall was a historic old theater that had been converted into an epic concert hall. Bars framed both sides of the venue, and a second floor mezzanine wrapped around the entire perimeter.

“Where do you want to stand?” Brax semi-yelled in my ear as we walked inside.

“Let’s go to the balcony," I grabbed his hand and weaved us through the crowd and up the stairs to the second floor. Squeezing into a spot to the right of the stage, I held onto the railing, overlooking the rowdy crowd below.

I loved concerts but my mosh pit days were over.

“I’ll go and get us a couple of drinks.”

Brax disappeared among the sea of black tee-shirts and mohawks.

I leaned against the railing, while the support band played their last song to the adoring, cheering crowd. I was into it, but my mind was replaying what Brax said earlier.

He was proud of me.

I tried to remember the last time Zack said he was proud of me. I couldn’t remember. Come to think of it, I couldn't remember a single time Zack was even interested in any project I was working on.

It wasn’t that hard was it? To be interested in your partner's life?

But Brax?

He saw me. He always had.

And I saw him.

We were two people, self-made in a world of people who were family-made. You know the types; those who inherited the family business without having to lift a goddamn finger. In Hollywood, they're referred to as nepo babies. Here? We aren't so nice when it comes to nicknames. We call them the "chosen cunts".

I turned my head and saw Brax ducking in and out of the crowd, carrying two drinks.

God, he looked fucking hot .

Dressed in a white t-shirt, black ripped jeans, and Vans, he moved like an apex predator—and I was his willing prey. His tattooed, muscular frame sliced through the crowd as he handed me a vodka.

I turned back to the chaos below, with Brax behind me. He braced both arms on the railing either side of me, a protective barrier against the crowd.

The atmosphere crackled as the main band hit the stage, kicking off with flashing lights and pyrotechnics. Euphoric, we lost ourselves in the music.

As the show raged on, Brax pressed harder against me, his crotch firm against my ass. My pulse raced as I pushed back into him.

Did I have it in me to cheat on Zack? Was I going to become that person?

I’d already admitted to myself that I was unhappy. Running into Brax had only solidified what I already knew: my relationship with Zack was over.

But, it's not… yet.

Brax slid in behind me tighter, adjusting his stance while sliding a hand around my waist. The skin on my stomach was slightly exposed due to my short fitting tee.

I made no attempt to remove his hand.

He whispered in my ear. “Is this okay?”

I let my body language answer him. I covered his hand with mine and tilted my head to the side, giving his mouth wider access to my exposed neck.

I closed my eyes and pretended we were together while our bodies moved, rocking slightly to the thrumming beat of the music.

Both of his hands snaked around my waist, locking me in place.

The combination of the sexual tension, alcohol and music encouraged me to gyrate my leather-clad ass even harder into his crutch.

He was hard.

Brax knew I could feel him. I was driving him crazy and it was turning me on.

He slid one hand down low, to where my hip met my thigh.

My skin was on fire from his touch.

In this moment, there was nothing else. My mind emptied of all thoughts. There was no Zack. Ally. Work. There was nothing. Everything and everyone simply ceased to exist.

All that mattered was us.

I sunk into Brax, my back on his chest. He accepted the invitation and nuzzled into my neck. His lips lightly grazed over my ear, before his mouth found the sensitive spot on my neck.

He dragged his lips down my neck, melting my skin.

So.

Fucking.

Sexy.

“You drive me crazy…” he whispered, tightening his grip on me. His hand was almost between my legs, where I so desperately wanted him to be.

I was so fucking turned on my vision was blurry.

Leaning against his chest, the music and sexual tension pumping through both of us, I needed him closer.

I snaked my right arm upwards towards his neck, pulling him deeper into the nape of my neck.

He growled in my ear. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”

He shifted his head to the other side of my neck and hovered his mouth over my ear. His lips grazed my earlobe.

“You smell so good," he said as he planted a soft, light kiss just below my ear. “Like salted caramel.”

My eyes rolled back into my head as the urge to have him reached a level so intense, I felt like my body was going to explode. It was hot as hell in here, yet my entire body was covered in goosebumps. I was so turned on, I had to squeeze my thighs together for some relief at the ache between my legs.

Brax dragged his nose down the slope of my neck and whispered four words I'd been dying to hear.

"I've fucking missed you."

The feeling was mutual as fuck.

Placing my hand on his, I guided it up towards my stomach, under my shirt and then up towards my chest. He stopped as his hand reached the underneath of my breast, but I pushed it up, willing him to feel my tits.

He did. He found my nipple, gently flicking it with his thumb, hardening it even more than it already was. He massaged my entire breast, weighing it in his hand, squeezing it.

My knees buckled and my chest tightened. I groaned with pleasure at his touch. His hands roamed my body and I thought I might die there and then.

I wanted him.

I needed him.

I wanted him to fuck me on this balcony in front of all these people.

Barely breathing, our bodies still pressed up against each other, I angled my head towards his.

We were so close we shared the same breath.

My eyes dropped to his lips, as I bit mine. I dragged my gaze back up towards his.

His eyes burned black.

I don’t know who moved first.

His mouth crashed onto mine, hard and fast. Despite us sharing the room with over three thousand people, we may as well have been the only ones there.

Brax’s tongue was down my throat, his hands grabbing my tits, and there was nothing else and no one else that mattered.

The tension from the last few days was released in that kiss, making up for all the years, months, weeks, days, hours and seconds our lips had been apart.

I pulled down on him tighter, deepening the kiss.

His dick was as hard as a rock against my ass.

He slowed down the kiss and then broke away, stopping for air.

“Fuck,” Brax rasped in my ear, his words barely audible over the thrashing band. “I fucking need you.”

I spun around and dived back into his mouth, hungrily kissing him in a frenzied, unhibited way. I couldn't get enough of him.

Underneath the flashing lights, we made out on the balcony, not giving a fuck who saw us.

We were two people drowning in each other’s sins.

God, I was going to hell.