Chapter Four #2
We stop at his dressing room so he can shower quickly and change into fresh clothes.
While he’s in the shower, I take the opportunity to turn on my cell to check some of the many messages, and when I do, I wish I hadn’t.
Knowing if I read them, it will spoil any chance I have of having fun, so I switch it back off and shove it in my pocket.
That mess can wait until tomorrow!
Colt takes very little time and smells delicious when he walks out in distressed jeans and his trusty black tank top. Once again, with the speed of a gazelle, we race to the back door, the one we came through earlier in the evening, and walk straight into the stretch Hummer.
To my surprise, everyone is there waiting for us.
“Took your time, Colt. You and Miss Prim and Proper go off for a quickie in the closet?” Dingo asks, and Sia smacks him across the chest.
I blush and sink into the seat.
My goodness, I so DO NOT belong in this world.
Colt rests his hand on my knee. “Shut up, dick.”
“You were on fire tonight, Colt,” Johnny says as one of the Slayettes cuddles into his side.
“Yeah, I mean… I always watch Johnny, but tonight, Colt, there was something different about you. Like you were showing off to the crowd how good you are, but in a totally non-arrogant way. You rocked it,” the girl with long brown hair like mine exclaims.
Colt simply smiles.
But I have to agree with her.
He was amazing.
She kind of reminds me of me, but in a more glamorous, rock-chick version.
“Thanks, Anna,” Colt replies and squeezes my knee.
I glance up at him, and he’s grinning at me like he’s on cloud nine.
It doesn’t take long before we wind through the streets and pull up in front of a club. The car rolls to a stop, and as I step out, Colt follows, his arm slipping around my shoulders in a protective hold. Without hesitation, he strides past the security guards and straight into the club.
Surprisingly, no one asks for ID. Even more surprising? The lack of paparazzi. Maybe one or two cameras click in the distance, but none of the usual chaos—the push and shove that follows this band everywhere. How did they manage that?
Colt leads me to the VIP section, a roped-off area guarded by security. A simple nod from him, and we’re let through, his entourage trailing behind. At the bar, he signals the bartender, and the drinks start flowing—no waiting, no questions.
And it hits me.
I’ve never done this before. Not really. Never walked into a club without worry, never felt this kind of effortless freedom. A sudden, sobering realization washes over me—just how much I’ve missed out on. Just how much I’ve given up for my father’s so-called best interests.
My life has been finishing schools, high-society tea parties, and an endless string of pretentious obligations. So much bollocks, it’s ridiculous.
I’m twenty-six.
I’ve never drunk a beer.
Never went to college.
Never lived away from home.
Never went to parties and got so drunk I didn’t know where I was.
Never been to a rock concert—until today.
Never been attacked by crazy fangirl minions—until today.
With how this night is going, I will be breaking all Daddy’s rules, and my care factor about that is at an all-time low. I hate to disappoint him, but I am not sure I want this life he has planned out for me anymore.
As we approach the bar, Colt helps me to sit on one of the stools while keeping his arm firmly around my shoulders. He picks up a beer with his free hand, and I grab a glass. Turning my body to him, I angle closer, and we clink our glasses in a toast.
“To my muse.”
“To my rock god,” I reply and take my first sip of the frosty beer. It’s not too bad, definitely not as bad as my friend Jack. I could easily have a few of these, and for the first time in, well, since forever, I’m going to let my hair down.
“You look smoking hot. I know I have already told you, but I like this,” Colt says, running his fingers along my bare stomach. I tingle at his touch, and right now, I want to feel his warm hands all over my entire body. I swallow another gulp of beer, and Colt laughs.
“Come with me,” Colt requests, taking the beer out of my hand and placing it back on the bar. I furrow my brows as he takes my hand and leads me onto the dance floor, where Dingo and Sia are already getting their groove on.
Colt pulls me to him so our bodies are touching in every way possible. He starts to grind on me as he dances, and I wrap my arms around his neck, moving with him, letting him take the lead. I’ve never danced like this before. I don’t even know if I’m doing it right, and he smiles at my uncertainty.
“Just let the rhythm move you, Dee. Follow my lead,” he says, dipping me down and around slowly. I laugh loudly as he pulls me back up. He’s in such a playful mood, and I love it.
We finish dancing to the sexy song, and I feel that heat surging through us again.
I want to make this a night of firsts, but I don’t know how to go about it.
At the top of my list is to have rough, wild sex in the bathroom with him, and I almost gasp at the idea.
There’s absolutely no way I’m doing that, but the alcohol rushing through me still has me thinking it could be a great idea.
A girl’s got to have some dignity—we’ve only just met.
At least that’s what I keep trying to tell myself.
Colt guides me back to the bar, and the bartender pours another round. Then Colt picks up our drinks and heads to a booth at the back of the VIP section. Johnny and Anna are sitting on one side of the booth, so Colt slides into the other, and I follow in next to him.
“So Dee, what did you think of your first rock concert?” Anna asks. “It looks like you were having a blast.”
I nod my head. “Absolutely. I’ve never experienced anything like that. It was crazy and chaotic and completely too loud, but I loved every second of it, and I can’t wait to go to another one,” I say honestly.
Then it hits me.
Colt’s leaving tomorrow for the US leg of their Loaded and Live World Tour.
Tonight’s my only night with him.
A sudden wave of anxiety washes over me, and I exhale loudly.
“You okay?” Colt asks, placing his hand on my knee under the table. A gesture that seems to be his go-to move.
I don’t know what to say, so I simply nod and smile.
A waiter walks past, and I flag him down. The others look at me strangely, seeing as I have a full beer on the table before me.
“What can I get ya?” he asks.
“A bottle of my good friend Jack, please, and four shot glasses,” I reply, needing to drown my sorrows.
Colt and Anna look at me, their mouths falling open in surprise.
Johnny nods, then says, “You’re a girl after my own heart, Dee. Better make it two bottles,” he tells the waiter, who nods and moves off to get our drinks.
I pick up my beer and drink the entire glass in one go.
Colt’s looking at me with an eyebrow raised.
Just like Dory in Finding Nemo, I will just keep swimming.
“Maybe slow down a bit, yeah?” Colt whispers in my ear. “You have to drink it slowly, or it will go straight to your beautiful head.” He leans in, kissing my temple.
Putting my empty beer glass on the table with a thump, I nod. Colt shifts his hand up slightly from my knee, and I can’t help but grin at him.
The waiter returns with our bottles of Jack and shot glasses, effectively interrupting the moment.
Oh, Jack, my dear, dear friend. How I have missed you.
I sound like an alcoholic, but I don’t care.
I want this pain in my chest to subside, and to do that, I need my Jack.
Opening a bottle, I pour out four shots, and we each take a glass, clinking them together, then down the hatch they go.
A slight shudder passes through me as I seem to have forgotten how bad my best friend tastes and wrinkle my nose, sticking out my tongue in disgust.
Colt laughs, and I fill the glass and take another shot. The heat from the alcohol is starting to warm me up and defrost the frozen feeling in my chest.
“Dee,” Colt says, now sounding concerned.
“You’re leaving tomorrow, Colt. I don’t know when I’ll see you again… no, if I will see you again. So let’s make the most of tonight and get pissed together, okay?” I ask, and he frowns, creases his brows, then nods. My father would be so proud of me talking like this—NOT!
“Okay, hand me another shot,” he requests, and I smile while pouring another.
Two bottles of Jack later and a few beers in between for the four of us, and I don’t even know if I’m seeing straight, let alone thinking straight.
Colt drags me out to the dance floor again for another sexy dance. His hips grind into me as we move together in unison, and he rests his forehead against mine. The alcohol on his breath lingers in the air between us, so I am sure he can also smell it from me too.
“Colt.”
“Mmm…”
“I seriously need to pee,” I blurt out, obviously because I don’t have a brain-to-mouth filter in my drunken state.
He laughs, unwraps his arms from around my waist, and takes hold of my hand.
We stumble together in the early hours of the morning toward the bathroom.
I guess if it’s anything like what I have been told, there will be a line for the ladies’ room, even in VIP.
It’s mainly Slayettes, so Colt and I wait in the hallway.
I’m a little dizzy and stumble on the spot, so Colt takes hold of me, pushing me against the wall with his body, holding me upright.
“Sorry, can’t stand still. I’m sooo fucking drunk. I can’t hold us both up unless we’re against the wall,” Colt admits, chuckling.
“I don’t mind being the meat in this sandwich between you and the wall,” I reply, then giggle, followed by an incredibly unladylike hiccup.
Did I, Deliah Norman, say that?
He laughs again. The heat of his body against mine is doing crazy things to my libido right now. I figure this is the last time I’m going to see the rock god, Colter Slade, so I decide to go for it.