Chapter 41 – Kincaid
Chapter Forty-One
Kincaid
The next few days fly by as we bounce around North Carolina. The shows are great, like always, but we’re all looking forward to time off in the mountains.
Me personally?
I want Theo the fuck out of Lumen’s vicinity. Every single time he spots her, he watches her until it gets awkward.
I’m sure he has regrets.
Too bad for him.
The three of us are doing our best to prove to Lumen that not all musicians are the same.
He made our lives ten times harder just because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants, and I’ve had more than a few fantasies about knocking him the hell out.
On the bright side, he won’t be around for long.
We finally made it into Virginia.
We have one club performance tonight. Tomorrow night, we’re in Roanoke for our final show on the first leg of the tour.
Tangled Desires will be off to record in the studio, and the label will be bringing in a new opening act.
We haven’t heard who yet, but honestly, I don’t care. We can tour for two months with anyone and make it work. I’m not putting any brain space into that until after the break.
Two more nights, and we get to take the quick trip to Blacksburg.
I just have to keep myself from snapping Theo’s neck until then.
So, totally feasible, but damn, it sure would be satisfying.
The label must be determined to make Tangled Desires the next big thing. Normally club performances are only the headliner, but tonight we have to wait around while Theo and his band do a mini set.
Their music is fire, and I’m not disputing that Theo has an unreal amount of talent. I’m just never going to like the guy, and it rubs me the wrong way that they’re blowing up thanks to Lumen’s hard work.
Fine.
Some of it might be their talent, but I’m allowed to be a hater.
“Has anyone told you that you have a killer resting bitch face?” Lumen wraps her arm around my lower back.
I lift my shoulder to give her space to cuddle up to my side, and she doesn’t disappoint. Her arm hooks around my back as she tilts toward me, chest to chest.
“I prefer to consider it an impressive glower.” I smirk. “Does it turn you on, sweetheart?”
She grins unapologetically. “There’s probably something wrong with my brain because it does.”
My canines dig into my lower lip almost painfully.
Sweet fucking hell.
All I’ve been able to think about the last few days is how badly I ache to bite her. Once we have a bond, I won’t have to worry about her getting skittish and trying to run off.
“Mmm, so tell me,” I say, sliding my hand down to cup her ass. She’s clad in this sexy little skater skirt, and I bet I could flip it up and fuck her in it with no problem. “How do you feel about being chased?”
Her head tilts, her bluish-gray eyes dilating. “I think I need more information before making a call.”
“Fair enough.” I chuckle.
Goddamn.
She’s so fucking pretty.
She’s wearing dark eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick, but I can still make out the freckles on the bridge of her nose and over her cheeks.
“You know the resort we’re going to be staying at over the break?”
“Yeah.” Her head bobs, and her dark hair falls around her shoulders.
“The property is expansive. They have a hedge maze with a gazebo in the center.” I wiggle my eyebrows. “Apparently they use it for weddings and such, but I was thinking about renting the space one night to use it for something a little naughtier.”
“You want to chase me?” she asks, her eyelashes fluttering. “That’s so hot.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“I thought it might be a fun little treat for Riser’s birthday, even if we can’t do it on Halloween night.” My hand tightens on her ass. “We’ll need to set up some rules, but if you’re down, I’ll go ahead and reserve the space.”
She nods, planting her hand on my chest as she stretches up. I bend to meet her, but she doesn’t kiss me.
Her other hand brushes over my beard, and she gets close to my ear.
“By the way, I think my period is finally over. Well, it’s still a gamble, but I’m willing to risk it if you are.
” Her warm breath fans down my neck, and she kisses my jaw.
“Come find me after the show.” With that, she spins away, heading over to Malcolm, who immediately wraps her up in his arms.
Logically speaking, I want Lumen tethered to all three of us. My best friends are just as attached to her as I am, and that’s a good thing.
I want that fulfillment alphas talk about when describing pack life.
Un-fucking-fortunately, my instincts are less rational, and thoughts of murdering Mal with my bare hands flash through my mind.
Well, fuck.
What are the signs of going feral?
Lumen is determined to have a fully rabid alpha on her hands. The club switched to some dirty, bump-and-grind music after we left the stage, and she seems to have no idea how close I am to snapping.
My cock is fully hard, pushing against my zipper almost painfully. She works her ass into my jeans, spins in my hold, grabs the front of my tank top, and tugs until I dip my mouth to hers.
The bossy little thing tries to control the kiss, but she should know better.
A feral growl rattles from my chest as my hand weaves into her hair and the other snakes up the back of her skirt, cupping her ass. She must be wearing a thong or tiny panties because I get a handful of bare skin.
The scent of sweet pears and roses tickles my nose with every inhale. That’s not going to help when I’ve been so on edge.
Lumen moans, digging her fingers into my shirt. She grinds against my thigh until all I can smell is her pussy.
This area of the club is crazy.
The VIP tables have curtains that can be pulled to fully block them from view. There’s a foot or two that’s visible near the floor, since they don’t fully touch the ground, but I can work with that.
“You’re driving me crazy,” I growl, pulling back from our kiss. “All I can smell is your pussy.”
“Yeah?” She grins seductively. “What are you going to do about it?”
I slide into the booth as Lumen glances around now that the curtain is pulled.
There’s a small pocket between the table and the curtain, possibly to give the servers a place to stand while they’re refilling drinks.
I give the table a little shove closer to the other side of the bench and grab Lumen’s hand. She takes the step up onto the booth, and I twist to the side, grabbing her hips and lifting her.
She settles on her knees over me, our mouths meeting for a frantic kiss. Her hands fall to my belt, and she gets the front of my jeans open with little effort.
The back of the booth is thankfully pretty high, providing a safe feeling.
Music, laughter, and talking spill through the curtain. It’s a crazy reminder that there’s a club filled with people only five feet away.
I’ve fucked in some pretty questionable spots over the years, but this might take the cake for the most insane quickie location.
Damn.
I should have recruited one of the guys to watch the curtain to make sure no overzealous fans pop in.
Lumen’s hand slides down the front of my jeans. Her warm skin wraps around my length, and I’m grateful I skipped boxer briefs tonight.
I push up and shove my jeans down enough that my zipper won’t cause any issues.
“You smell so good,” she whispers.
Our breath mingles, and she circles my crown with her thumb before breaking the kiss to bring it to her mouth.
She licks it and moans. “You taste amazing too.”
I groan and tease my hands up her skirt until my fingers brush the thin straps of her panties sitting high on her hips.
Bumping her cheek, I get close to her ear. “How pissed would you be if I ripped you out of these?”
“Do it.” Lumen’s free hand lands on my jaw, and she pushes her mouth to mine. As her teeth rake over my lip, I weave my arms through hers.
Damn.
Those are the sexy little panties I bought at the boutique.
Oh, well.
The fabric rips apart with barely any effort, and I move to the other side before tugging them free. Pushing up again, I shove them into the back pocket of my jeans, which takes more effort than I expect.
I’m working with about twelve percent brain capacity. The rest of my mental faculties must be flowing to my dick.
I can’t even blame myself with the way Lumen’s tongue swirls around mine and how tightly she grips my cock.
I locate her clit, circling it with my thumb as I bury two fingers inside her.
She’s slick.
Thank fuck.
All that grinding on the dance floor obviously got her ready to go.
Me too.
She moans against my lips and drops my shaft to pull my hand from her pussy.
My head tilts, and I’m just about to ask what’s wrong when she falls onto her knees, grinding my length against my stomach.
Several of my piercings tug lightly, but that’ll get better once I’m soaked in her cunt.
At least it did last time.
I’m still figuring out how they work without condoms in the mix.
“Goddamn, sweetheart,” I growl, trying to keep my voice low.
Lumen swivels her hips, drenching the entire underside of my shaft in her pussy.
“I love your piercings,” she admits, her long lashes fluttering. She grabs me and rises enough to notch my tip at her opening. “They’re even better from the inside.”
She sinks down onto my bare cock, and I barely hold back the snarl that aches to slip from my lips.
Shit.
I think I just fell in love.
Jesus Christ.
I sound like Mal.
Lumen’s hand wraps around the back of my neck, and I dip my face to hers, shoving my tongue into her mouth.
She wrecks me with very little effort, and I need to return the favor.
My hand lands on her ass, helping to lift and drop her as I weave the other into her hair.
She’s so wet that it drips down the extra inches of my length that she hasn’t managed to take yet.
I ache to toss her down on the booth and slam into her like a beast.
She grinds her swollen nub against my pelvis. Watching her use me is sexier than I would have imagined, but I’m still desperate to cage her in.
Maybe it’s an instinct thing.
I don’t know.
I loosen my hold on her ass to avoid leaving bruises, but it’s hard.
She’s so snug and warm.
It’s doing crazy shit to my head.