Page 83 of Tame Me

“Welcome Surfers Paradise. Are you ready to rock the house?” Zenon’s gravelly voice cut through the crowd, commanding attention. People stopped what they were doing and turned. Several people moved forward, edging up to the stage.

Lolita grabbed my arm. “Down your drink.”

“What?”

“Do it.” She drained her glass in one gulp and cocked her head at me.

I did as instructed, and before I’d recovered from the affront to my throat, she grabbed my hand, and I clutched my bag at my hip as she dragged me forward.

Next second, I was standing to the left of center stage, front row, looking right up at my sexy guitarist.

“Mason.” Lolita cupped her mouth as she yelled, and when he looked down at us, she waved and then pointed at me.

I could have died, but when he looked down at me, and the stern concentration on his face transformed into a glorious smile, my embarrassment gave way to sheer joy.

He gripped his guitar and strummed out a hypnotic, soothing beat, and certain he was playing it just for me, I lost myself to the rich, full tones.

A few minutes later, the band kicked into their first song, and my body let loose to the music. Lolly and I danced, cheered, and attempted to sing the songs as we picked up the catchy lyrics.

Mason didn’t just play the guitar; he totally rocked it, caressing it like a lover. The music thumped so hard that my bones rattled. Occasionally they played a song where he lovingly thrummed the strings with a delicate touch that had me wishing those fingers were on me.

“We’ll be back in half an hour,” Zenon announced to the crowd, and the DJ took over as Blink 182 blared from the speakers.

Lolly and I returned to our table and muscled in on a couple of girls who’d laid claim to it in our absence. I went to the bar this time and jigged along to the beat as I waited my turn.

I just about died when I returned. Mason was talking to Lolita. Her smile lit her face like a beacon. When Mason smiled at me, my heart exploded, and my hands trembled as I put the Cosmo cocktails down. “Hi, Mason.”

He wrapped an arm around me and planted his lips on mine. It was as confronting as it was fucking awesome, but it was over as quickly as it’d started.

“It’s so great to see you.” He had to lean into my ear to be heard over the crowd, and I inhaled his incredible heady scent of leather mingled with smoking-hot man.

“You too. I love watching you play—you’re so talented.”

“Thanks. Can I buy you another drink?”

“I just got one thanks, but can I buy you one?”

“Nah, it’s okay. We get them for free anyway.”

“Oh. You met Lolita?”

“Yes, she was just telling me how you’ve been following me on the tour.”

I scowled at her. It seemed Lolita was as good at lying as I was.

“Well . . .” My mind raced for a response. “I’d hoped you’d come back to Surfers.”

“We love it here. Anyway, I’ve gotta go.” He leaned into my ear. “Will you come back to my room later?”

His hot breath shot lovely shivers down my spine. “I’d love to.”

He planted another quick kiss on my lips, then he turned and wove through the crowd until he disappeared behind a curtain.

“Holy fuck, babe, he’s so into you.”

I nibbled on my bottom lip. “He’s pretty hot, huh?”

“Hot? He’s fucking smoking!”

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