Chapter Seven #2
The bartender slides two tequila shots in front of us, and I grin at Techie as we pour the salt on the back of our hands, preparing for the shot. The hum of tuning guitars filters through the bar, and my heart quickens with excitement to finally hear Danger’s singing voice.
The crowd trickles in slowly, and I swivel on my stool to face the stage. The crowd seems like any other night in a typical bar in Adelaide.
Danger steps up to the mic and clears his throat, gaining everyone’s attention. He smiles a panty-dropping grin at the patrons, and I draw my bottom lip in with my teeth and even squirm in my seat, watching that smile.
“Hey, Adelaide. I’m Danger. Our amazing lead guitarist is Ryan.
Over there on bass is my main man, Matt, and then down the back is the guy we all love to hate, Nate.
” The crowd cheers as the drummer hurls a drumstick at the back of Danger’s head.
The other guys chuckle as Danger artfully dodges out like he’s said that numerous times before.
“We’re Recoil, and we’re gonna blow your fucking minds!
” he yells, throwing his hand in the air and nodding at the drummer, who kicks in the beat, and the music begins.
It reverberates through the bar—the sound is nothing short of amazing, even euphoric.
It flows through me, causing the hairs on my arms to stand at attention.
Their sound is electrifying, and I can’t get enough of it.
Danger steps up to the mic, and what happens next sets my soul on fire.
His voice echoes through the room and seeps into my pores, flooding my veins and warming me.
It’s like smooth honey being dripped all over me, and then he’s licking it off so sexually it’s driving me crazy.
I can’t imagine how someone’s voice can sound so erotic, so haunting, and so goddamned perfect at the same time.
He’s mesmerizing. As I stare at him moving around the stage, commanding everyone to pay attention to him and only him, the entire room shifts and watches.
All eyes are on the band while the area fills with an electrical charge that flows through the air, flicking from one person to the next, connecting us all with the lyrics he sings and the energy he performs with. This gorgeous man is a magician who has us all under his spell.
My breathing becomes shallow as I rise and make my way through the crowd.
I stand in the middle of the dance floor, right at the front, so I can fully appreciate his magnetic power.
He’s drawing me in, and I can’t help but watch.
His ripped jeans, his barely-there shirt, that leather jacket, the sweat pouring off his skin, and the heat in his eyes as he devours the lyrics are nothing short of captivating.
His voice is working its way into my core.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced as I get lost in the licks of the melody.
I chew on my lip nervously while my legs clench together to dull the ache that has formed while watching Danger. His slick moves and deep, gravelly voice only enhance my experience as I get lost in a trance, losing myself in the moment.
They’re about halfway through playing a set, and they’re flawless.
You wouldn’t even know they’ve been on a break from performing or suffering from the jet lag they must have.
These guys are so pitch-perfect that the energy flowing through the room is exhilarating.
The sounds reverberating through my chest make my heart pump faster as the melodies and solid beats of their metal rock sound pulse through my veins.
I’ve always loved this style of music, but this—their sound—is amazing.
How they haven’t hit it big before, I’ll never know.
His voice is so hypnotic, I’m unsure what this song is about.
Hell, he could sing the alphabet right now, and I wouldn’t care, nor know, because I’m so focused on what his voice is doing to my body.
He was fucking right, though. The women love him, and goddammit, he’s a master at making me want to fuck him while he sings.
All I can think about is how he’s caressing the mic stand, and I can’t help but feel envious of an inanimate object.
How I wish his fingers were caressing my skin like that and teasingly edging up and down my side as he kisses me sensually.
I want to feel what it’s like to have him pulsing inside of me while I dig my nails into his back.
Right now, I wonder if the skin underneath that shirt is completely covered in tattoos, like his neck, arms, and the design on his face.
I’m betting every inch of him is covered. I’m also betting more of him is pierced than just his tongue. I like my men a little rough. Hell, I’ve grown up with bikers. I’m used to tattoos and dominance.
I crave it.
When he sings the last of this song, I feel the need for him to touch me. I’m not sure if I can hold out tonight. There is a very good possibility that I’ll end up back at his hotel with him. I might be letting go. And I might let myself feel something for another man.
What harm could it possibly do?
He ends the song and spots me in the middle of the dance floor, staring up at him.
He smirks and hops off the stage right in front of me, our bodies almost touching.
He’s breathing heavily from his performance, and I’m breathing heavily from watching him.
I can’t contain myself any longer, so I jump up into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and cling onto him, thrusting my lips to his.
He’s tense when he holds me like he’s shocked by my actions, but he quickly recovers and kisses me back, gripping his fingers into my ass.
His tongue ring glides against my lips, and as I pull back, I look him in the eyes with a smile.
“Like the show?” he asks.
I smile and nod. “Can I come back to your room?” I ask forwardly.
His smile falters, and his face turns serious. “You wanna come back to… talk?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
I shake my head slowly from side to side while chewing on my bottom lip. “I don’t want to talk. I want to forget. I think you want to forget too. I think we should help each other with that.”
He takes a deep breath while his cock hardens against my pussy where it’s pressing against him. “I can handle a night of forgetting.”
“Good.” Leaning in, I kiss him again, and his mouth connects with mine, his tongue dancing along to an imaginary rhythm. A flutter starts in my belly, sending butterflies into a flurry. A slight buzz of electricity threatens to fizzle in the air around me.
I could seriously kiss this man for hours.
Danger’s kisses are hypnotic.
He pulls back with a deep, guttural groan. Then he gently pulls my bottom lip between his teeth. “I gotta pack up, but then you can come back to the hotel in the van with us if you like?”
I slide down his body until my feet hit the floor. “Don’t take too long. I don’t want this buzz to wear off.”
He leans in, pecking my lips again, then races back to the stage.
Exhaling at the thought of being with Danger, I go find Techie to tell him I’m not coming back to the clubhouse tonight, where I find him flirting with a blonde at the bar.
Rolling my eyes, I glance at him, and Techie spots me.
Then, he walks away mid-sentence from his conversation with the blonde.
Her eyes widen in surprise, and her brows knit together in a fierce scowl as he abruptly stops mere inches from where I stand.
She thinks he’s ditched her to go home with me.
Truth be known, Techie wouldn’t have gone home with blondie anyway, not when he has an array of club girls to choose from back at the clubhouse.
“Having fun with the bimbo?” I quip.
He raises his eyebrow. “Huh?”
“The blonde… you know, the girl you were just talking to?”
He shrugs and lets out a muffled groan. “Oh, her… forgotten about her already. She’s a stage five clinger. I was looking for an out anyway,” he tells me.
I let out a fit of giggles.
He looks at the stage where Danger and the guys are clearing their gear. “So you and Danger, huh?”
“Yeah. I’m ah… gonna go back to the hotel with the band. After-party and all that. Okay, for me to stay out tonight?”
Techie cocks his head. “Lunar, you do not need to ask my permission. You’re not Steel’s girl, and you can stay out if you want to. Have fun. Be safe. If you know what I mean?” He winks with a smirk, and I smack his chest playfully.
“I know what you mean.”
“Good girl. They were on fire tonight. They’re going places.”
I look back at the guys who are laughing as they pack up. “You think so?”
“I know so.”
Danger bounds over, his muscles rippling as he jogs, the vision a sight to behold. “What do you think, Techie?” Danger asks, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
“Good, brother, very good.”
“So you’ll keep representing us?”
Techie laughs. “Well, yeah. Right now, I am kinda like your manager. And yes, I’m suitably impressed. I’ll have your schedule to you tomorrow. But for now, I gotta go get me some club pussy.”
I shake my head and smirk. “Say hi to Jess for me.”
“Oh, I will, and Emma.” He waggles his eyebrows, and I push him before he walks away.
“Womanizer,” I murmur under my breath.
“Techie’s going to have a threesome with two club girls?” Danger asks.
“Don’t overthink it, Danger,” I tell him. I don’t want him thinking about me and what I get up to at the club with the brothers.
“Okay, you ready to go?” he asks.
Nodding, I wrap my arm around his waist. “Sure am.”
We walk out of the bar through the back area.
Ryan, Matt, and Nate have already come through with all their gear and are stacking it into the van.
Danger lets go of me and starts helping them pile stuff in, so rather than standing around like some sort of groupie, I step up to help too. I hand Ryan—I think his name is—a box.
He smiles, taking it gracefully. “Thanks, enjoy the show?”
“Sure did. You’re really great on the guitar.”
He nods his head and grins. “Yeah… I am.”
“Wow! And modest too.” I smirk.
He grabs another box. “Well, pinky, when you’re as hot as me, you can afford to be a little smug.” The twinkle in his eye lets me know he’s joking, and just by this interaction, I can tell he doesn’t take life too seriously.
He isn’t like Danger and the other two guys, as in drop-dead gorgeous and a body to drool over.
Ryan is still well-built. His biceps are amazing, but he doesn’t have abs of steel.
To be honest, I think there’s a tiny beer gut under that shirt.
He’s good-looking but doesn’t have the panty-soaking effect that Danger, Matt, and Nate have.
He’s the oddball of the band, and I’m pretty sure he’s a little older than them, too.
“You certainly are hot. I can’t keep my hands off you. It’s like you have some crazy magnetism or something. I can’t control it!” I tease, moving my hands out in front of me like they’re being drawn to him, but I’m fighting the pull.
He laughs, and Danger smiles as they continue packing the back of the van.
“Alas, my love, it’s not meant to be. For my best pal, Danger, picked you up tonight. I’m all about bros before hos—”
I interrupt with a scoff, dropping my hands to my hips and tilting my stance with a smirk. “Did you just call me a ho?”
“Nah, you misheard me. I didn’t get to finish my sentence.”
“Oh, go on, please enlighten me. This should be good,” I tease.
“I was gonna say bros before hotties, ’cause you know, you’re so fine and all that.”
Danger shakes his head, and I purse my lips. “Much better. With words like that, you and me, Ryan, we’ll get along just fine.” I put my hand out for him to shake. “Lunar… I’m with Danger, but I’ll be nice. I’ll only bite when you call me a ho.”
“Ryan,” he introduces himself. “This is Matt and Nate. You tell them apart by the tattoos, and Nate does this weird thing with his nose when he gets emotional. He screws it up like a little girl and—”
“Shut up, ass fucker, I do not!” Nate jabs.
“See there… did you see it,” Ryan blurts out, and I smirk because I actually did see it.
Laughing along with Matt and Danger, Nate scowls before he places his tom-tom in the van.
I swallow and take a deep breath. I’m going to like these guys.
“Nice to meet you… all of you,” I say.
Danger comes back around to stand by me. “Stop flirting with my girl, and let’s get back to the hotel. I have better things to do,” Danger chides.
My eyes open wide at his words my girl.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re just jealous ’cause she likes me more,” Ryan teases, hopping into the back of the van.
Danger rolls his eyes, and we follow him in while Nate and Matt slide into the front.
The drive back to the hotel is lively, with plenty of witty banter between Ryan and me.
It seems easy and fun to pick on others, even if you don't know them well.
Ryan and I have an instant brother-sister connection, and I like him right away.
Our interactions seem to entertain Danger, who watches us with a wide grin, clearly enjoying the fun banter.
For the first time in a while, I feel genuinely happy and at ease, and I have to admit, it’s nice to feel appreciated for once.