“And?” she asked.
“I got it!”
She jumped up and down clapping her hands. “Yay! Yay! I’m so proud!” A moment later she hugged me, and Hailey yanked us back out of the way as the stage lights went down.
A moment later the five members of UDLR stomp down the stage and started ripping off their clothes. That would have made the group of us back there very happy, but it was actually a practiced ripping, while wardrobe had pants, shirts, vests and jackets ready to go.
Jerking his shoes off, Austin’s eyes finally landed on me standing there. “You made it!”
“Why is everyone shocked—oomph!” No one could have stopped the freight train that was his kiss. I smiled against him, and then joined in on the kiss, nipping his lip.
“Hey! I still have to sing!”
“Make your choice, wisely,” I said.
He leaned in. “I plan to fuck you into next week, Uriah James Orback, once we get back to the hotel.”
“I’m glad that’s not a stage option.”
“You’d stop me?” he asked, sliding on his pants.
“Not even close.” I reached behind him and goosed him hard.
“Four minutes,” Angela called from behind us.
“I’m glad you’re here.” He shrugged on the shirt, and let out a little sigh. “I’ll never get used to how nice that material feels.”
“Stick with me and I’ll make you boxer briefs out of it.”
“And why haven’t you already?” He buttoned the shirt as fast as he could.
“Because you’d walk around sporting a chubby all the time.”
He paused. “Good point.”
The wardrobe slipped the vest on him, and I took over buttoning it. Austin grabbed the jacket and pulled it on. “Harvey! In the pocket?”
“Yes sir, Mister Lowell.”
“Thank you.”
“Two minutes!” Angela yelled. “Austin?”
“Going with option C!” he yelled over his shoulder.
“Roger.”
There was some thumping on the stage, but I was staring at Austin and four men standing there, now waiting at the bottom of the stairs. They looked like incredible, mature, seasoned musicians, waiting for their cues.
“Be good,” I said, and grabbed him back for quick kiss.
“Wait here for me?”
“Don’t I always.”
We trade another quick peck.
“Thirty seconds!” Angela screamed. “Mount!”
