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Like how I wanted to taste her plump pink lips. Or squeeze that ripe ass in both hands. Or lick the sweat off her skin from her tits all the way up her neck.

Hayat Cutter was utter perfection. All the pictures I’d seen of her over the years didn’t do this goddess justice. She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman in the world. But she wasn’t delicate. Fragile women were my biggest turn-off. Along with whiny little bitches who were never told no in their lives. Followed just as quickly by the kind of chick who spent too much time and money on her appearance.

Hayat wasn’t any of those things.

She was gorgeous without having to try. Had skills that would pay her own way through life. And that gives-no-fucks attitude was sexy as hell.

Hayat Cutter was going to be Autumn’s Slumber’s new drummer.

And she sure as fuck was going to be mine, goddamn it.

She. Was. Ours.

Chapter Seven

Hayat

If I’d had a pair of scissors, the hoodie that was suffocating the life out of me would have already been in shreds. Instead of risking falling over from heatstroke, I pulled the thick fabric over my head. My sports bra was a tie-dyed blend of fall colors that I thought was really cute. Pulling the pant legs of my sweats up to my knees, I had to roll down the waist since they were a size too big. The French braids Candace had put my hair into were still holding strong, which was a miracle—or maybe some kind of voodoo magic because that shit never happened when I attempted a braid.

Whatever mystical powers were playing out with the hair fairies, the tightness of the braids was agony on my head and neck muscles. But if I attempted to untangle them right then, it would have left me with the biggest nest of jungle vines in the history of curly hair.

Stepping off the stage, I dropped down into an empty chair between Aubree and Kale. Both of them gave me weird side-eyes before each threw an arm around me and hugged me from either side, not seeming to care that I was soaked through with sweat.

“Holy shit!” Aubree whisper-shrieked. “That was fucking beautiful! If I ever need a temp replacement, I’m calling you.”

Pop-Pop finished talking to Dad and the Autumn’s Slumber guys before coming over to me. I jumped up, hugging him just as hard as he hugged me. Leaning back, Pop-Pop kissed my brow. “That was the most fun I’ve had in years. I definitely wasn’t expecting that last one. My heart is still pounding from that performance. Seriously, kid, I almost cried. So damn proud of you.”

I hugged him a little tighter, savoring the affection he was never shy to give me, my brother, or my cousins. Dad walked over to us, his brows lowered in a faux glower. “This audition isn’t over. You still need to see if you or Atticus have the better energy with the band.”

Waving my hand toward the stage, I curtsied at him and the three band members. “By all means, don’t let me hold up your audition.”

“You could have just said yes when they originally auditioned for me and saved us all this aggravation,” Dad grumbled.

“I wanted to make it fair,” I told him, raising my voice just loud enough that the three Autumn’s Slumber pricks could hear me. “Wouldn’t want to attract the wrong kind of attention or anything.”

Sparks clenched his jaw, while Jamie gave me a sheepish smile. He was kind of cute from what little I could see of his face beneath the mask and paint. I got golden retriever vibes from him, while Sparks seemed kind of like the dick of the group.

Not that it was a complete turn-off. Or any turn-off at all, actually. I kind of wanted to see how big of a jerk he could be, and then, I wanted him to fall at my feet and tell me how sorry he was for being an asshole.

Ky, I was still trying to get a read on, but the energy that sparked through me whenever he looked at me was doing things I wasn’t used to.

In all honesty, nothing any of those three made me feel was something I was used to. I avoided members of the opposite sex—and even the same sex—unless they were part of my family in some shape or form. Holden Renchford’s treatment of Maddie had left a sourness in me that had turned me off anything to do with relationships. But I couldn’t deny that I was interested in Ky, Sparks, and Jamie.

Of course, the first time my libido started working and I caught feelings, it would be with a group of guys. Very fitting. It wasn’t like just one guy could satisfy me. Not when there was so much of me that needed satisfying.

I couldn’t wait to tell Abi about my new crush—make that crushes. Plural. This was huge for us. She’d started having feelings for her older, sexy history professor. And there I was, fantasizing about three hot rockers devouring me offstage.

“You’ve met yourself, right?” Kale asked, stretching out his legs and crossing his feet as he gazed up at me with a raised brow. “You can’t walk into a room and not draw attention. There’s not a damn thing wrong with that, sweetheart.”

“And that right there is why you are like my fifth favorite drummer, Kale,” I teased.

“I’m that high on your list?” He covered his heart with his hand. “What an honor.”

“I’m number four,” Aubree bragged, buffing her nails on her shirt.

“No one asked you, buzzkiller,” he grumbled.

Dad muttered something under his breath before waving his hand toward the stage. “Atticus will go first.”

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