The way Weston’s voice hung on that last word, fun... made my insides turn to lava. And when he flashed his dark eyes at me, that look of mischief called to my soul in a way I’d never felt before.
It was just one song, what was the worst that could happen?
Right?
CHAPTER 5
Cade
I’d lost track of how many songs Weston and I had sung that night. How many songs Weston had sung...
I giggled as the beginning riffs of Don’t Go Breaking My Heart filled the speakers, as Weston rolled up his sleeves, shaking his head.
At some point in the night—a point that I couldn’t place to save my life—Weston had lost his suit jacket. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to the elbow to showcase his tanned, toned arms, and he’d popped more than a few buttons on his button up shirt. Under the lights of the stage, sweat gleamed off his exposed skin, and I felt fantastic. Better than I had in a long time.
Weston shook his hips as he brought the microphone to his lips, doing his best Elton John impression while I waited for my turn. He was hot as hell up there too, and I was fairly certain we were both sweating through our shirts, but I didn’t care.
For the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t care. I was having a blast, and I didn’t want it to end.
Like I knew it was going to.
“Don’t go breaking my heart...” Weston sang, his perfectly pearly white smile making me feel even hotter under the damn lights.
“I won’t go breaking your heart!” I sang in return as I pointed to Weston, but I only half sang-half laughed, because I couldn’t control myself anymore, either.
I’d lost count of how many beers I’d knocked back with Weston, Dawson, and even Mitchell.
I haven’t felt this good since before I met Bill...
Dawson burst out laughing as he threw on his jacket. The place was starting to clear out finally, and Max already announced last call.
Weston sauntered his way over to me, throwing one sweat-slicked arm around my shoulders as he pulled me close. The heat between us was damn near hellish from the lights and our combined sweat, and I leaned my head back against his warm shoulder as I wailed out the last bits of the song.
Weston’s dark eyes sparkled with mischief, and up close like that I thought they kind of looked like semi-precious stones. My insides twisted and melted, and he smiled. A light chuckle made his chest vibrate against me. Through my hazy vision, I thought I could get lost there, staring at Weston, at his jeweled irises and perfect face.
Almost as if Weston could somehow sense my absolute mind meltdown, he whispered, “It’s your turn.”
I could not find the words to speak, so I did the next best thing.
I slid my hand beneath Weston’s collar, feeling the heat of his flesh on my palm, and pulled him close, crushing my lips against his.
Weston startled for a moment, and then I heard the faint sound of the microphone dropping to the floor, screeching through the speakers.
Weston’s mouth moved smoothly against my own, and he tasted like expensive scotch and broken promises. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I could hear Dawson hollering in the crowd, but I wasn’t able to make out what he was saying. I couldn’t focus on anything but Weston’s tongue in my mouth.
When I broke away, watching as Weston’s dark eyes gazed down at me, he steadied me in his arms. The stage lights shone directly in my eyes, and before I could get my full bearings, the DJ called, “That’s a wrap!”
“Did I do a good job?” I asked, out of breath.
Though I wasn’t sure I was talking about the song anymore.
“You were the best Kiki Dee I’ve ever seen,” Weston said, flashing me a smirk. “Now how about you and I take this show elsewhere,” he purred, his voice dark, inviting.
I succumbed to it without question, without hesitation.
“Okay,” I breathed as Weston straightened me, patting me on the back as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, queuing up a ride no doubt.
My heart was in my throat as my pulse raced. I watched as Weston slapped down a wad of bills on the bar, nodding for me to follow him, my heart thudding in my chest.