I was gone in no time at all, transcending to the place our music always takes me, and I stayed in that headspace for four fucking hours.
I’m still there.
My mind is clear, my anxiety is gone. All of my fear has melted away, and my goddamn soul has taken over.
I seamlessly rolled into song after song, some originals, some covers but never once did I skip a beat. I still haven’t, and I feel like I could keep going forever.
I sing and play, I dance away three years of hell, and let the music flood every molecule in my body, let it wash over me and create new life as it replaces my once empty existence with renewed purpose.
Looking up from my semi ritualistic dance, I see Lucky staring at me. He has a seductive grin on his face, his eyes are full of smoke and fire while he brutalizes the drums, and I swear the man is growling behind his kit. Lucky knows we’re perfectly in sync, and he clearly likes that his wild beat is driving each of my movements.
Pete catches my eye as I sway my body back and forth, those sable pools flaring under hooded lids. He runs his tongue over his lower lip as he leans toward the mic, Pete’s rhythm humming from the guitar strings as his voice mixes with mine like honey.
God, why is this so damn hot?
Has it always been like this?
I spin in languid circles as Norm breaks into his solo, my body keeping his same pace as I continue to dance. When I stop and face him at my favorite part, the almost blazing heat I see looking back at me from such a sweet soul, it has butterflies taking flight all throughout my belly, and my knees going a little weak.
Mark is right behind me when I turn around, his intense kaleidoscope gaze burning into my own, his full lips parted as he draws ragged breath after ragged breath. His fingers fly up and down his bass but his stare never wavers; Mark never looks anywhere but at me.
None of them do, and that’s the exact moment I realize this isexactlyhow things have always been, and I was a fool not to see it before now.
Making music with Norm, Pete, Mark and Lucky, it was like the most primal and passionate kind of sex you can have, and we had itevery single timewe played.
I look at each of them again, not lingering too long in one place, and my god I almost miss them more right now than I did during our years apart.
They are all so fucking beautiful, and watching them only sends my love, mydesirefor them into an otherworldly place.
Because fate truly is a conniving little bitch.
The only good to come from our separation is the realization that hits me right now.
Our final song comes to an end but my heart is still beating wildly in my chest, the dopamine and adrenaline coursing through me, all of it coming together to create an intense high from the impromptu performance.
My stare clashes with Lucky’s again as he sets his drumsticks on the snare, his breathing just as heavy as mine as he uses the bottom of his t-shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow.
I bite my lip as my eyes travel over his muscled chest and the dusting of light brown hair that covers it before it narrows into a thin line over his bare abs, his tattoos contouring over the Adonis belt before it disappears into the top of his jeans.
Holy hell, I want that man naked.
I don’t give a shit about how soon it is, I don’t care about the trauma, and I can deal with all of my other unexpected feelings later but if I don’t fucksomeonein the next few minutes, I’m going to explode.
Since Lucky knows how I feel and reciprocates, he better be on the same page.
I stick my mic back in the stand, ready to start stripping my clothes off right now when suddenly there are arms around me, my train of thought momentarily derailed as they pull me backward toward a sweaty, hard chest.
“That was fucking incredible, princess,” Pete whispers just below my ear, his lips caressing my erratic pulse thrumming in my neck. His arms tighten around my waist, my back flush against his front when I feel his fingers ghost over the sliver of exposed skin above my shorts. “Four goddamn hours of pure fucking magic.”
Mark steps in front of me and immediately hugs my neck, successfully stopping me from asking Pete if he wants to be the one to ease the ache between my legs tonight.
“That... that was...” He can barely get the words out in between his panting and for some reason, I like it way more than I probably should, especially when he moves his arms to lift me off the ground in such a tight hug he grazes my throat with his lips and beard.Jesus, I don’t remember the last time I was this turned on.“It was just raw, man. Raw fucking beauty.”
I watch Lucky stand and walk around his massive drum kit to shake Norm’s hand and pull him in for a hug, Lucky looking over Norm’s shoulder to meet my stare. And when he does, my heart flies into my throat and I try to swallow it down as a fierce blush creeps up my neck.
Oh boy.
Lucky might be on the same page as me after all.
