Page 2 of The Rocker

Instead, I moved to lean on the back wall and watched as a few people tried to make the front of the crowd a mosh pit.

The band stopped playing, which was music to my ears. I looked down at my Apple Watch to see it wasn’t quite nine o’clock, which was the time Crimson Heat was supposed to come on and play. Maybe they went on early, or maybe Cristiano gave me the wrong time. It wouldn’t be the first time for either. Either way, I kicked off the wall and started to head toward the door, ready to leave, when a raspy voice spoke.

Slowly, like I was in a slow-motion movie, I turned my head and saw a dark god on stage. He was clad in all black from his black motorcycle boots, black jeans with holes in them, up to his shirt and leather jacket.

I stood dumbfounded as he took off his jacket and threw it off to the side. I wasn’t one to be easily turned on, but damn. There was something about the way his muscles rippled that nearly had me panting. I didn’t care who he was. I was going to stand there and listen to every word he said and watch every minute detail his body made.

“Good evening, Willow Bay,” he shouted, a lazy smile growing on his too-good-looking-to-be-true face. It was like he’d been brought straight out of my wildest fantasies with dark hair with a little bit of curl to it. Eyes so dark you couldn’t tell if they were brown or black, but from the aura he gave off, you’d expect them to be black like his soul. I knew the scruff on his jaw would feel delicious between my thighs. Olive skin that stretched over tight muscles that I wanted to touch and lick every inch of. “We’re Crimson Heat, and we’re going to be here for the next hour. If you know the words, we’d love you to sing along with us.”

Leaning back so that I didn’t fall down while I stood in a trance, I watched as the singer made eye contact with multiple people in the crowd as he moved around with the grace of a fallen angel.

“I’m Walker. Over here,” he pointed to his right to a blond with tattoos covering his arms. “This is Cross, our lead guitarist.” Cross flashed a white smile and played a rift that I was sure had wet the panties of at least half the girls in the room. “Greer,” he pointed to the other side of the stage to a man who flashed us his silvery-gray eyes. He looked pissed and someone I didn’t want to meet in an alley. “He plays rhythm, and last but certainly not least, is Kenton back there on the drums.”

Kenton looked up and waved a drumstick. His brown hair that was too long on top flopped into his eyes, and he shook his head to get it out. Even this far away, I could see he had these big, brown puppy dog eyes that I bet made all the girls fall to their knees for him.

Walker’s face went from a smirk to serious in a nanosecond. It was like a switch had been turned on inside him. “Our first song tonight is one of the first songs I ever wrote after losing someone very close to me. I hope you like it.”

You were my savior.

My everything.

Until you were nothing.

Now I’m lost with no one to find me.

I’m spinning out.

Losing what little of myself is left.

And no one notices.

Walker’s words were haunting.If he wasn’t standing right in front of me, I would have been worried about the man who was singing. He sounded like he’d given up on life. Every person in the room could feel the heartbreak he’d experienced with each word he sang. When he sang the last lyric of the song, Walker had his eyes closed. His chest rose up and down as he took a deep breath, and then his dark eyes popped open.

Right there, in that moment, I knew I was in trouble. In one instance, I wanted to fix the damaged boy that stood on stage, and in the other, I wanted to rip off his clothes and maul him.

Neither would be possible when we signed them because I knew after hearing one song, we were going to sign them to Titan Records. There was no doubt about it. I would fight to my last breath to get them a deal because I knew deep down in my bones, one day, Crimson Heat was going to be playing on every radio station all over the world, and I wanted to be a part of it.

Knowing all that, I knew I had to rein in any and all thoughts of being anything other than the professional I was and doing my job.

Which was too bad because Walker was one damn fine male specimen, and I wanted a peek at what was underneath all those dark clothes.

CHAPTERTWO

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“That’s it for us tonight,”I yelled into the microphone. “Next weekend, we’ll be down in Oceanside if any of you want to join us. Until next time.” I bowed to the crowd and followed the guy’s off stage.

“We were fucking epic tonight,” Cross clapped his hand on my shoulder and started to bounce up and down.

“Fuck yeah, we were,” Kenton called over his shoulder with a goofy smile on his face.

Greer was his usual grumpy self and just kept going, walking down to the back room that we liked to call the green room, but it was barely more than a storage closet. I wasn’t sure why we didn’t just leave and head back to the house we all shared.

Cross grabbed a water bottle out of the cooler we brought and downed almost half of it before he put the lid back. “Did you see that hottie that couldn’t keep her eyes off you all night?”

I looked around at the guys to see who he was talking to and was met with all eyes on me. “Me?” I pointed to myself.

“Yeah, you, asshole. You know all eyes are on you,” Kenton laughed as he slipped on a new t-shirt. That man sweated like a beast when we were up on stage. His shirt was soaked, and he smelled less than favorable.

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