Part 6 (2/2)

Raking my fingers through my hair, I let out a small chuckle and answer, ”Jordon.”

”Well, Jordon. Maybe we can finish what we started later.” With those words, she spun on her heels and sashayed back out into the club, leaving me panting and trying to wrap my head around what the f.u.c.k just happened?

I'll Save Regrets for Tomorrow.

Brittan.

Climbing down from the DJ's stage, I wave to all the fans before heading back to our VIP booth where Holden, Casper, Nash and Levi are partying. As soon as my feet hit the upper level they falter.

The guy from the dance floor, I now know as Jordon, is standing beside our lounge area resting against the wall, sipping on a bottle of beer.

My stomach instantly flip-flops when I see him.

I've been with more than my fair share of guys over the last eight years since Cane died, and not one of them had any effect over me beyond a s.e.xual level. Sure, they knew how to make me o.r.g.a.s.m in record time, and that was all I cared about, but no one has taken my breath away with a kiss besides Cane.

The instant Jordon's lips touched mine; my heart actually fluttered, and my breathing hitched as I melted into his hard body. It terrified the h.e.l.l out of me, but I wasn't able to break away from him because the magnetic pull I had to him was too strong.

I inhale a deep intake of air and slowly exhale as I begin maneuvering through the VIP area over to our table. I think I've made a long enough appearance here and can leave without anyone finding it suspicious.

The last thing I need is everyone thinking I'm trying to leave so I can go score some blow.

The thought crossed my mind for a brief moment, but I sent a quick text to my sponsor and she talked me off the ledge I was about to jump over. My head is reeling from all the s.h.i.+t bouncing around in there.

Being near Jordon is dangerous because he's awakening things inside me I don't want woken. Ever.

He looks downright sinful right now with his black hair tussled with a s.e.xy just f.u.c.ked look thanks to me and my unruly hands sliding through his hair a little less than thirty minutes ago. It doesn't help that my body is still humming from the o.r.g.a.s.m he gave me on the dance floor. I spot a breathtaking Asian dragon tattoo along his upper right arm with the tail stopping just below his elbow; I didn't notice it earlier since I was preoccupied playing tonsil hockey with him.

I would love to run my tongue over that tattoo.

s.h.i.+t! I have to push these thoughts out of my head. f.u.c.king Jordon will only end in disaster. I need to forget about him and the way his mouth felt on my body.

”Brittan! You finally made it back up here! Come have a drink and chill with us.” Nash shouts, slurring his words across the room at me as soon as he spots me in the crowd.

”Yeah, I could use a drink. Then I'm getting outta here. I'm going to have the driver bring me back to my house. It's been a long day.”

All my bandmates know today is the anniversary of Cane's death and all nod giving me sympathetic smiles.

”Okay, well here, take a shot of this s.h.i.+t.” Levi says handing me a shot gla.s.s as I plop down in the booth beside him. I can feel Jordon's gaze, and it feels like he's stripping me bare.

Holding the shot up, I sniff it. It smells like Peppermint Schnapps, ”What shot is this?” I ask as I toss it back. Closing my eyes, I stomp my heels on the tile floor as I feel the cool liquid slide down my throat.

”It's called, pa.s.s out on the bathroom floor naked...now that's a party in a shot gla.s.s if I've ever heard of one!” Nash replies as he pours himself another. I can tell he's had more than a few already.

He's going to be hurting tomorrow.

”It tastes really good! Pour me one more then I'm bouncing outta this joint.” I tease b.u.mping my shoulder into his and flash him a wicked grin.

I can feel Jordon behind me and its causing my entire body to flush, as the alcohol mixing with the hunger for him consumes my body. My head is telling me to leave the club alone but my v.a.g.i.n.a is screaming at me to let it have a go with that very nice sized c.o.c.k he has tucked away in his jeans that was teasing me on the dance floor.

Nash shoves another shot in my hand, snapping me out of the internal battle I've got going on between my head and my very h.o.r.n.y body.

”Oh...I am too f.u.c.king drunk to even think straight...”Casper slurs as he holds his hand up, letting Nash know he is done with shots. Turning his attention to me, he lets out a deep husky laugh as he swings his hand towards Jordon and his friends who are hanging out by our table with him. ”I totally forgot to introduce you to Tempting Tomorrow!” He shouts over the music at me.

I feel like ice water was just dumped over my head.

Ohhh s.h.i.+t!

Of course, Jordon is in the f.u.c.king band going on tour with us for six months!

Snapping my head around and twisting my body so I'm facing the band that'll now be our opening act, I give them all a big, all teeth, mega-f.u.c.king-watt smile as I try to hide the major panic attack brewing in my chest.

”Hey! Hope y'all are enjoying yourselves tonight. I'm Brittan.” I mentally hi-five myself for being able to form a coherent sentence and not fleeing the fricking VIP area and making an a.s.s of myself in front of everyone.

All the guys and one girl, who's wrapped in the arms of the guy sporting long blonde dreadlocks, take turns shaking my hand and telling me their names.

Dreadlocks name is Lawson Edwards, the bands drummer. He looks to be about 5'10 with a lean muscular build; he introduced me to his girlfriend, Natasha next. She's an inch shorter than him and has long black hair to her b.u.t.t, gorgeous dark skin and an amazing sense of fas.h.i.+on. I so need to know where she got those heels!

The whole time everyone is introducing themselves, Jordon doesn't move. He's just kicked back against the wall sipping his beer with a c.o.c.ky f.u.c.king grin across his face that I'd love to smack off of him at this very moment.

Everyone knows I don't like mixing business with pleasure. The last thing I need is drama on my tour, especially after the s.h.i.+tty year I've had. Thank G.o.d I have my own d.a.m.n bus, because I think he's going to test my sobriety; I can feel it deep in my bones.

The next guy that steps up to shake my hand has to be over 6'0” easily, with his auburn hair styled slightly as if he rubbed some product in it just before walking out the door. He's also a thinner build, similar to Lawson. He has tattoo sleeves up both arms, as well as ”love” tattooed across his right knuckles that are now extended out to me.

Shaking his hand, he flashes a sly grin that makes my girly parts tingle...this man has charismatic charm radiating out of him! ”It's an honor to finally meet you, Brittan.” I smile like a school girl as my name rolls off his tongue. He is definitely a player. ”I'm Zane Cooper, the lead singer.”

That explains his 'I can get in anyone's pants' charm. He's the front man! I laugh to myself.

”Nice to finally meet you too, Zane. Bada.s.s name, by the way! Real or stage name?” I ask narrowing my gaze on him waiting to see if he'll tell me the truth or try to lie.

”Real name. My parents were hippies back in the day, wanted something cool and 'Zen'.” He mocks jokingly with air quotes. I can't help but laugh with him.

The next band member to introduce himself has a gorgeous flower tattoo covering the entire left side of his neck and looks like it continues down and travels along his upper left bicep. I hope he plays s.h.i.+rtless on stage, because I'd love to see his tattoo under the strobe lights.

One thing about me, I'm addicted to tattoos. After I got the b.u.t.terfly music note with Cane, the night we got engaged, I'd been itching to get another. A year after he died I started my sleeve tattoo. It's a gorgeous variety of flowers, b.u.t.terflies and twisting green vines. So far I've had my entire left bicep finished, and it's going to extend down my entire left side of my ribcage. It's truly a work of art, and the way I see it our bodies are our canvases.

He rubs his palm over his shortly shaven hair and extends his hand out with a small smile curling up at the corners of his lips, ”I'm Jayson Kingston, and I'm the ba.s.sist. My friends call me everything from Jayson, Jay, Kingston to hey, a.s.shole. So feel free to call me by any of those names.” He says with a thick husky voice that will have every girl around him falling to their knees.

Laughing again, I tell him, ”I think I like Kingston. It suits you.” He flashes another panty droppin' grin before giving me a wink and taking a long pull from his beer.

My heart begins to race against my chest as Jordon pushes off the wall and steps in front of me. He arches an eyebrow as he extends his hand to me...the same one that was just fingering me on the dance floor making me come so hard and fast that my head was spinning like a f.u.c.king dis...o...b..ll.

Blus.h.i.+ng, I take his hand, shaking it as he says, ”Jordon Valentine, lead guitarist. Glad we finally get to properly introduce ourselves.”

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