Page 174 of On The Rocks

I enjoyed the view. He was wearing one of his broken-in jeans and a vintage Doors shirt with a baseball cap against the relentless sun.

“No, it’s okay. We’ll come out.” He noticed me and smiled. “Text me the details.” He clicked off his phone and crossed to me. “Hey, you.”

“What was that about?” I slid my hand under his shirt to his warm skin.

He laughed and dropped a kiss on my upturned mouth. “Surprise.”

“Who do you have left that could possibly come to this thing?”

“Maybe it’s something else. I have plenty of tricks under my sleeve.”

“Is that right?” I went onto my toes and delved deeper into a longer kiss. My hand slid around from his chest to the muscular planes of his back. “Sure I can’t convince you tell me?”

“Nope, but I don’t mind if you try,” he said against my mouth and backed me up to the large trunk behind me. He boosted me on top and I instinctively curled my legs around him.

“Well, hello there,” I whispered. “This is new.” Lightly, I scored my nails down his back. “I’ve been watching you on stage for weeks now and have never been on it.”

“Like what you see?”

I leaned around him to look out on the empty pavers that kept the crowd from sliding in mud during weather. New bleachers had been built along the back for people not interested in the general admission area. “Kind of fascinating.”

“I meantme, darlin’.”

“Oh, right.” I toyed with the hair sticking out of the back of his hat. “Maybe I have found a certain fetish for a man who plays guitar. Definitely a new kink unlocked.”

“Kink?” One eyebrow spiked. “Is that right?”

I let my voice go into a falsetto. “Oh, Griffin. I’ve always dreamed of being with you. I kissed your poster every night.”

He chuckled. “Is that all you did to the poster?”

I licked my lips. “Does it count what I did in front of the poster?”

“You are an evil woman.”

I smiled, pulling him back down to me. “I am. Wanna make me come on stage?”

“With every breath, but there are a damn lot of people.” He glanced over his shoulder at the guys working on the lights at the front of the stage. “Pretty sure Mick is right up there too.” He pointed up at the massive overhead lights.

“Too bad.” I rubbed myself against his zipper, which was showing off that at least part of him really didn’t care about the audience. “I guess we’ll have to pick this up tonight.” I pushed him back and hopped off the case. “Handily, I have an exceptional imagination.”

“That evil thing—yeah, you just took it up a notch.”

“Why?”

“It’s going to be a late night with the whole crew tonight.”

I sighed. “Fine. Good thing there’s only one more night before we can relax a bit. Well, if your brother would finish the plans for the taproom maybethenwe can.”

“Changed it up again, huh?”

“This time, it was a good change. You’ll see.” I went on my toes and kissed his cheek. “Text me when you’re on your way home and maybe I’ll still be amenable to a little play.”

He grabbed my ass and hauled me back for a head-spinning kiss. “Count on it. Hey, be careful. I don’t like that it’s been so quiet.”

“Maybe she’s so pissed off that she got on a plane to England or something.”

“She doesn’t like the UK. Maybe she pissed off to Turks and Caicos. That’s much more her speed.” He was smiling but I saw the worry in his eyes. “Can you go stay with Bells and Helena tonight?”

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