Chapter Twelve
DANGER
A Few Days Later
It’s been days.
The obsession with checking my cell has become ridiculous. I keep hoping maybe I somehow missed a call or text, but nothing has come through from Lunar.
She hasn’t been at our shows, and I’ve resigned myself to the fact that maybe I royally screwed up. I didn’t want a relationship with her, but I liked Lunar, and I didn’t intend to hurt her, which I have obviously done.
I feel like a prick, and even though I don’t want to admit it, I miss her.
We’re at yet another gig, this time in a larger venue, and the crowd is much livelier. I’m reveling in the thrill of the music and the electric atmosphere in the room. But the absence of Lunar is like a part of us is missing—a sensation that strikes me as unfamiliar.
When the performance ends, I thank the crowd.
They cheer, celebrating a great set, while I jog offstage with a noticeable lack of enthusiasm.
I’m flat. And I hate it. It’s compounded by Techie’s presence standing at the bar.
I know he’s seen Lunar, and it tempts me to approach him and ask how she’s doing and inquire if she’s okay, but I hesitate, not wanting to appear overly concerned.
Techie walks over, sensing something, and slaps my shoulder. “So, Lunar told me to spy on you and see how you’re doing.”
I raise a brow and give a one-word answer, “What?”
“Yeah, I was hoping you’d ask about her. She would’ve liked that. But I had to bring her up, so no points to you there, Danger.”
“Shit! Fuck! I didn’t bring her up because she told me she needed space, and I am fucking trying. But I do want to know. Is she okay?”
He tilts his head before speaking. “She’s…
different. Wearing more modest clothing and shit.
Something’s happening. Not sure what, though.
And she certainly isn’t giving herself to any of the brothers, which technically she should be now that she isn’t Steel’s girl.
Mad Dog could throw her out for denying them. ”
“Mad Dog?” I ask.
“The president of our club. He’s… interesting, but he’s also Steel’s old man. Something has shifted in Lunar. She’s been quieter as if she’s reflecting on something. I know you guys fought, and I’m not entirely sure what about, but it was enough to shake her, to really knock her around.”
Looking down at the floor, my nostrils flare, and I take in a deep breath.
“Can you tell Lunar I’m thinking about her?
I want to message, but I’m giving her the time she needs.
I’ve never been good with women. Actually, I am shit at it.
So I’m unsure if leaving her be is the right call.
I want her to be okay and in a good place. I don’t want to cause her problems.”
He half smiles. “Lunar’s a good chick. She deserves to be happy, and I think she’s finally seeing that now she’s free from Steel. He was never gonna make her an Old Lady.”
“Should I message her?”
“No! I’ll go back and tell her we talked. Let her come to you. She scares easily, so if she needs time, let her have it. But if she likes you, she’ll be back. And her insistence on wanting me to check on you tonight, I’m sure she will be.”
Nodding, I swallow hard and exhale. “This shit’s all new to me. I’m used to being chased and hounded, not the one having to wait.”
He smiles. “Well, Lunar is worth waiting for.” He slaps my shoulder and walks off, leaving me to dwell on those unsettling thoughts.
After packing up the gear and chatting with some fans, it’s time to head back to the hotel.
I’m struggling not to message Lunar or reach out to her in some way, but I heed Techie’s advice even though the desire to see her is so strong.
I don’t want to scare her off, so I leave it even though it’s Christmas Eve tomorrow, and I desperately want to see her.
Weary, I make my way to bed to catch up on some sleep, but I doubt it will come easily tonight, burdened by my restless thoughts.
Christmas Eve
I’m lost in a world where the music is somber.
The notes drift through the air in dull grays and blacks.
Smoke wafts through the sky, making everything hard to see, and I feel like I can’t breathe. A heavy, steady beat bangs in the distance, startling me. The fog turns darker, and everything fades into an endless black as the banging continues…
Suddenly, my eyes flick open, my heart lurching into my throat, and I gasp, realizing I was asleep and someone is knocking at my hotel door.
“Fuck,” I murmur and slide the crisp, warm bed covers off me and lazily climb out of bed and walk to the door.
Looking down, the morning wood is evident, but I ignore it, thinking it’s probably Ryan behind the door.
Pulling it open, I clench my eyes while I let out an almighty yawn that morphs into a word, “What!” Then I reopen them, taking a small step back.
It’s not Ryan, but a gorgeous pink and yellow-haired beauty that I’ve missed so much.
Her sudden appearance catches me off guard, causing me to stumble slightly when I stare at her breathtakingly beautiful face.
She’s wearing less revealing clothes, but she's still stunning as ever.
Her eyes drop to my cock, tenting in my briefs, and she smirks. “Wow! And here’s me thinking you were telling me to stop being sexual. I show up, and bam, boner town.”
“Yeah, I ah… just woke up. And for the record, you could wear a sack and still send me to boner town.”
She smiles warmly and lets out a sigh, her body relaxing. “I’m sorry it took me so long to come and see you.”
I stand back and gesture with my hand for her to come in, closing the door behind her. “Don’t be. I was too hard on you. I only want you to see your full potential.”
She nods and walks over to the sofa to sit. “I know that… now. At the time, I was… I don’t know… shocked that anyone could see past the hair and tits. But you see me for me, and that scares me a little. It’s not something I’m used to.”
Exhaling, I walk over and settle beside her.
“Lunar, I know you think the club has shaped you into someone you feel you have to be… it’s all you know, but you’ve demonstrated your creativity with the merch stand.
I’m sure you could come up with even more ideas if you put your mind to it.
Bigger, brighter ideas to put your time into rather than relying on your appearance.
Not that there’s anything wrong with showing a bit of skin.
Believe me, I like seeing everything about you, but I am saying there’s more to life than what you know.
There is a whole world beyond what you are familiar with, a world for the taking. ”
She nods. “I know, and you helped me see that. Techie said you didn’t ask about me ’cause you were giving me time to think.”
“I know, dick move. I should have done things differently. The first thing I should have asked Techie is how you are—”
“Stop! You hardly know me, and yet you know me so well. When Techie told me, it was like everything clicked back into the right place, and I knew you were only trying to do right by me. You weren’t being mean.
You were trying to help me. And avoiding you was me being stubborn.
So that’s why I’m here… to apologize. I’m sorry for leaving and not talking this whole thing through with you. ”
“I shouldn’t have been so blunt—”
“No, you should have been blunt. I needed to hear it. If you’ll have me, I’d like to come back and work on the merch stand?”
“Well, that is good news. Of course, we would love to have you.” I lean in, moving my hands to her hips, grabbing hold, and lifting her to straddle me.
She squeals in response before pressing her lips to mine.
My hand wraps around her pink hair in a tight fist while she rocks into my crotch, bringing back my morning wood when it presses against her pussy, and I groan into her mouth.
Our tongues collide as she grinds into my cock, and I groan into her mouth, her knee-length dress flowing over her thighs and leaving just the lace of her panties between her pussy and me.
She runs her fingers through my hair and tugs, which makes my cock stiffen to rock-hard status. Pulling back from the kiss, she sits up, panting for breath, while I gaze down at the seat next to me and see my guitar strap. It gives me an idea, and I smirk.
Turning back to face her, my hands run up her thighs, grabbing the hem of her dress, and I slide it up her body.
She lifts her arms, helping me remove it.
This time, she’s wearing a bra, but I’m not disappointed as it’s completely see-through lace, and she looks fucking stunning.
Groaning slightly, I run my hand around her back, unhooking the clasp, and the scrap of lace falls onto my lap.
Quickly discarding it to the seat beside me, I look down at the thin barrier between us, a white lace thong, and I swallow hard while my cock aches so badly that I grind it up into her.
She whimpers, and I grab the side of her thong, ripping it apart.
She giggles, shaking her head, and shuffles so I can move the scraps of fabric away from her and attempt to slide my briefs down at the same time.
She helps me, pulling them down to my knees behind her.
It feels so good to have skin-on-skin, but I’m not done just yet.
She moves her hands to my chest when she comes in to kiss me, and I grab her wrist, holding it tightly. She pauses, looking at me through her lust-filled eyes as I reach for the guitar strap and bring it over.
“Do you trust me?”
She nods, chewing on her bottom lip. By the look in her eyes, she knows what I want and puts her wrists out.
“Behind your back, Lunar,” I instruct, my voice low.