Los’s Long Day in LA – By R.L. Merrill #6
Jordan shook hands with both of them, but he smiled at Nelly in that Barrett way that let Los know he was interested.
He was a good guy who’d stepped in and saved the day when the band lost Gavin.
Over the years, they’d grown close and commiserated with each other over the sad state of their love lives.
Nelly was mesmerized by Barrett’s smile, which gave Los an opportunity.
“Nelly? You mind if I borrow Angela for a second?”
She didn’t even tear her eyes away from Jordan’s mouth as she said, “Not at all.”
Angela let Los take her hand and lead her out into the hallway.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked. He found an empty hallway and turned to face her. “Where are all the orgies and groupies? I’m kind of disappointed, Morales. It’s way family friendly back here. I expected to see some titties, at least.”
Los’s jaw dropped. “I… that’s cool. I guess I could try to find you some titties?”
She laughed at his reaction. “Relax, rock star. Titties are nice, but I came to see you.”
“Are you saying I don’t have nice titties?”
She frowned and tugged on his sweaty Black Flag t-shirt. “I can’t exactly judge, as I haven’t seen them yet.”
“Yet? You mean, you’d like to see them?”
She stepped closer and pinned him to the wall. He loved her strength, loved the feel of her muscular body up against his. She came up to his collarbone, and when she put her arms around his waist and smiled up at him, he thought, yeah, this angel was perfect.
“I would, pretty boy. Bésame, cantante.”
Goddamn, this woman was molten. En fuego en mis manos . He tugged on the waistband of her pants, pulling her even closer. “Is that an order, officer?”
“Not from Officer Salvador, but from Angela, hell yeah. You can’t be all gorgeous up onstage like that and unleash that sexy- as-hell voice and expect me not to get hot for you. Now, kiss me like you mean it.”
Los slid down the wall until he was face to face with her, and leaned in for a light brush of the lips, a bit of a tease to see if she was just posturing or if she…
“I’m sorry,” she said, her cheeks flushed. “I know I come on strong. I just know what I want, and?—”
Los slid his hand along her jaw and kissed her with enough pressure to let her know he was totally into it, whatever she wanted, however she wanted to play this. He was right there with her.
She sighed happily and shifted her stance so his knee was between her thighs. Los fisted the back of her shirt and gripped her jeans, pulling her snug against his thigh until she gasped.
“I love it,” he whispered, as he pulled away from the kiss, pressing his lips to her throat. “I didn’t want to overstep, and I didn’t want to assume you’d be into me.”
“I couldn’t exactly shove my tongue in your mouth when I was in uniform,” she said, and then gasped again when he nibbled on her collarbone.
“Probably good you didn’t. Choking on glitter might have made it tough to sing tonight.”
She let her head fall back and laughed. “That shit got everywhere.”
Los ran his finger along the scoop of her tank top. “Everywhere?”
She laughed again. “Yeah. Maybe you should inspect me. Later.”
Los groaned and ran his hands over her tight ass. “You want there to be a later?”
“I like you, Los. You made what could have been a hellish first day back a lot of fun. How long you in LA?”
Los grinned and licked his lips. “Open-ended. We were going to hook up with Dave Grohl, serve some food, do some interviews, maybe do some surprise shows. Why?”
She slid her hand under the front of his shirt, and he sucked in a breath as she scraped a nail over his nipple.“I’d love to spend some time with you. Show you some less-illegal ways than digging in the park to have fun.”
“I’d love to spend lots of time with you. How about we watch the rest of the show, and then you come back—shit. I forgot.”
“Forgot what?”
Los wanted to be honest if he was going to get close to someone. “I forgot I don’t have my own hotel room. I usually crash with my bandmates. I can’t sleep good by myself, especially not in hotels. I slept on the pull-out last night. Well, then with Paul and Brains.”
She tilted her head and smiled. “It’s okay. Wait, when you say sleep?—”
“I mean sleep . Only sleep. Jordan and I are the only straight guys in the Hush family. I crash with the guys, but other than Silas kissing me onstage with that pinche tongue of his, I’m straight.”
She shrugged. “Don’t bother me. I’m pan. Group sleeping sounds fun, as long as you’re the only one putting their hands on me.”
“God, I want that,” Los said. “I can’t believe I managed to fall in a hole and meet such an incredible person.”
“That’s so cute. You fell for me.”
Los groaned and pulled her into his chest. “I get it, you’re funny. Come on. Let’s go watch the show, and if you come back with me, I can get another room if you want?—”
“I gotta work in the morning, so I should go home, but how about we meet up after my shift tomorrow? Then we’ll have all night to do… whatever.”
Los couldn’t believe his luck. He went to the park looking for buried treasure that morning and wound up with something even better.
“Mi angél de la suerte.”
“Vamos, holandés.”
She spoke Spanish and knew the word for Dutch. She had a great sense of humor. If she could put up with his idiosyncrasies, she just might be his perfect match.
The End