Part 46 (1/2)
I pulled her lips against mine for a smaller kiss, and then whispered, ”Meet me in the green room in three minutes.”
I planted one more kiss before she could reply and then stood up from the stool, stealing one more glance her way before moving around the bar to look for Kevin. Laurel stared at me, smiling, her eyes devouring the muscles on my back and shoulders. I winked back and disappeared into the back room.
Kevin was kneeling on the black rubber mats on the tile floor, struggling with a new keg that had been dented by the idiot delivery guy and wouldn't stand up on its own. Immediately I got down and helped him secure the draft line on the spigot and get the stupid thing wriggled into its place under the counter. He patted me on the back as we stood up.
”I need a favor,” I said.
”Anything, dude, what's up?” said Kevin, wiping his hands on the towel that was perpetually across his right shoulder.
”I need the green room and, like, an hour of privacy.”
Kevin smiled at me like I was a dog. ”Not even home two weeks and you're already gonna soil my green room with your conquests?”
”Would you seriously say no to that girl?” I challenged him with a laugh.
”Not on your f.u.c.king life,” he said with raised eyebrows. He dug in his pocket and handed me a key ring. ”Last band's about to go on, so they shouldn't give you any grief about kicking them out.”
”Like I'd give a f.u.c.k if they did,” I said, jingling the keys in my palm. ”Thanks, Kev, I owe you.” I turned to leave the kitchen.
Kevin's voice followed me back out into the bar, a little too loudly. ”Probably condoms in the drawer!”
I rolled my eyes and continued on my quest. The Graveyard Club was a s.h.i.+thole, but even the worst of them had a spare room where bands could keep their gear locked up while they were here, and catch some peace and quiet before they all had to get crammed back in their tour buses and vans, smelling each other's BO for weeks on end. Maybe the big rock star life had made me softer than I thought, but I sure as f.u.c.k did not miss that-or the leg cramps, or having to trade precious joints to the other dudes in the band to negotiate some time to f.u.c.k a groupie in the back without being messed with.
I knocked on the green room door before I used my key, as a courtesy. Some skinny, dark-haired kid opened it up, and a cloud of pot smoke came wafting out from behind him. It made him look like he was a wizard teleporting into existence. ”What?” he said, and then his eyes widened when he recognized me. That never got old. ”Oh, f.u.c.k, dude.”
”You guys are on in ten,” I said in my best authoritative voice. ”Mind clearing your s.h.i.+t out of here?”
The dude just stared at me for a minute like he was looking at a ghost. No one had seriously f.u.c.ked with me yet or mentioned the festival, but this wasn't the first time I'd seen fear on the face of someone who had no reason to fear me. It was more than annoying-it was insulting.
I snapped two fingers in front of his face. ”Yo, Cheech. You f.u.c.king hear what I said?”
”You're Noah Hardy,” he said.
”Holy Christ.” I rolled my eyes. ”Welcome to the present. Now gather up your band and clear the f.u.c.k out of this room.”
”But we haven't gone on yet!” said a high-pitched voice from inside the room. I looked over the kid's shoulder and saw another skinny, brown-haired version of him on the couch holding a smoking joint.
Fine. You a.s.sholes wanna play? Let's play. ”You have exactly three minutes to get your s.h.i.+t on that stage and start your set, or there's going to be a problem.”
That might not have been my finest moment. Already I could hear Gavin's scolding voice in my head, reminding me that threatening teenage hardcore bands was not the way to gain public sympathy. But the words were already out. It's not the first time I spoke first and thought later. They only considered the stern expression on my face for a moment before deciding not challenge me. After that pause, they scrambled to life and started yanking guitars and drum thrones into their arms. One by one they filed out past me without looking me in the face again. I wasn't too proud to admit that still felt pretty good.
With the band gone, I did a quick sweep of the room, throwing their haphazard clothes and backpacks into corners and off the couch. The room's ancient decor was from the 70s with its tacky leopard-print walls and enormous mirrors. I normally wouldn't have even considered f.u.c.king anyone here, let alone someone as gorgeous as Laurel, on the cesspool of a couch that exists in a room like this; but desperate times called for desperate measures, and there wasn't a chance in h.e.l.l I was going to pa.s.s up my chance to score with Laurel. Besides, the faded black leather seemed like the newest thing in this room, even if it would probably light up like a Christmas tree if we ever turned on a black light in here.
As I pulled open one of the drawers to check that Kevin was right about the condoms, I heard a soft voice, a throat clearing. Laurel stood, leaning in the doorway, one hand on her delicate hip. She had a wicked grin on her beautiful red lips, still swollen from my kiss.
My d.i.c.k got instantly hard at the sight of her.
She sarcastically checked the invisible watch on her wrist. ”Time's up, babe.”
I smiled. This girl was my kind of trouble.
~ Four ~
Noah
Oh, this girl. Laurel. She didn't have any idea what she was in for, standing in the doorway like she was Catwoman, giving me that s.e.xy, red-lipped smirk.
She had no idea that she was turning me on in ways I hadn't felt in f.u.c.king years. And she was gonna pay for it.
Box of condoms in my hand, I turned toward her and devoured her with my eyes. Those beautiful legs; that perky little a.s.s; b.r.e.a.s.t.s just perfectly sized to fit in my mouth; that gorgeous, swan-white neck I couldn't wait to bite; and most of all those lips, full and red. I wanted them smashed on mine; I wanted to see them around my c.o.c.k.
Laurel looked down at the condoms in my hand and raised an eyebrow, her smirk growing. ”Just sliding straight for home, huh? No warming up the engine for you?”
Slowly, shoulders squared, I walked across the room toward her, keeping my gaze locked on hers. Her smirk faded with every step, melting into a curious, startled heat. I stopped just in front of her in the doorway and leaned my tall frame over her face.
Hot breath on the side of her neck, I said, ”Get on the couch.”
Laurel s.h.i.+vered and let out a breath. ”W-What?”
”I said, get on the couch.”
She looked up and met my eyes, and I could feel it was a test. A challenge. She was looking for something. After a few moments, she blinked and moved past me obediently, sinking down into the faded black leather.
I closed and locked the green room door, aware that Laurel was watching me with hungry eyes. It only made me harder for her. When I moved back to the couch, I stopped in front of her for just a moment, enjoying the view of her face hovering so close to my d.i.c.k. There would be time for that later, though. There was only one thing I wanted right now.
My lips swallowed the gasp of surprise she let out when I dropped to my knees to press them up against her own. Our kissing quickly became heated as we tried to devour one another, and her hands grasped at my s.h.i.+rt, desperately trying to pull it up and over my head. Instead of helping her, I pushed her against the couch with one hand and used my other to fumble for the fastener on her tight black jeans.
Her kiss was so hungry, and as hard as I pushed against her she kept pulling me closer. Her pa.s.sion turned me on in ways I hadn't felt in a long f.u.c.king time, causing my c.o.c.k to ache against the jeans confining it.
Her pants finally open, I pulled away from her mouth long enough to wriggle them off her beautiful legs and become a pool of fabric on the floor. My lips returned to her flesh, causing her to writhe and gasp in response. She wanted this as much as I did.
I kissed my way up her body until my lips were on hers again and one hand firmly kneading her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Laurel bit my lip and ran her hands down my body until I could feel them near my d.i.c.k, trying to get my jeans open.
I swatted Lauren's hand away with one of my own and s.h.i.+fted my hips out of her grasp. I squeezed her left t.i.t tightly in my hand until she let out a little squeal against my mouth.
”Not yet,” I said in a low growl against her lips. ”I'll take my dessert first.”
The look in Laurel's eyes set me on fire. She smiled, her lips still red from both her lipstick and my kisses. Without another word I leaned back on my knees and wrapped my hands around her slender hips, reaching underneath to cup her perfect a.s.s. I brought my face close to her p.u.s.s.y while my hands rubbed and enjoyed her flesh. She moaned and wiggled under my touch.