Page 71 of One More Time
Lucy hummed sleepily, then asked, ‘What does it feel like to get on a stage and just expose yourself out there for everyone to see night after night?’
‘I never rocked a cock-sock if that’s what you’re getting at, Rollins. It’s a dangerous game to try and out-crazy Kiedis and Flea.’
Lucy playfully pinched his side. ‘I’m being serious.’
Nicky cataloged the faint shadows on the ceiling. ‘It’s both the most terrifying and most amazing thing I’ve ever done.’ Well, it was almost true.
‘What’s the biggest crowd you’ve ever played?’
‘Wembley. Eighty-nine thousand, one hundred and forty-three.’
‘Holy shit,’ she gasped. ‘Eighty-nine thousandpeople?’
‘Yeah,’ he replied, practically able to feel the vibration of the stage even as he lay there in the dark.
‘What didthatfeel like?’
‘Beforehand, for weeks, it felt like this elephant sitting on my chest. Like when you’re trying not to cry and your throat is closing up?’ He felt her nod her understanding, so continued, ‘I kept thinking, “what the fuck is wrong withme? There’s no way I’ll be able to sing like this.” But then, when I was there … when they were all there …’
Lucy raised up on her elbow, looked down at him. She placed her hand on his chest, right over his heart. He put his free hand on top of hers, to keep it there.
He went on, ‘Ninety-thousand people who know your songs. Who just wanted to see you in person. To breathe the same air and hear those words right from your mouth. They wanted to see you so bad that they shelled out the money they worked hard for and got dressed up and got a babysitter. They took cabs and the tube and showed up. For my dumb band, and my goofy-ass songs. I was in awe of it, honestly. Humbled.’
‘Was it different than playing a smaller show?’
‘I don’t know how to describe it, Lou. It was like being plugged into magic. Humanity. And joy. And fuckinglove, as corny as it sounds, just everywhere. All around you. Inside you. Filling you up. It was one of the most amazing moments of my life.’
But not even half as amazing as this. You and me alone. Touching in the dark.
She moaned dreamily, put her head back on his shoulder. ‘That’s powerful stuff. That feeling.’
‘You have no idea,’ he replied, all thoughts of London gone.But maybe someday you will.
Nicky turned his body toward hers, kissed her forehead, then her cheek.
‘Still tired?’ he asked to her neck.
‘Not really. You?’
Nicky pushed his hips forward so she could feel exactly how awake he was.
She laughed, then squealed, ‘I’m not even cleaned up from last time.’
‘Doesn’t bother me,’ Nicky replied, taking one of her gorgeous breasts in his hand and rolling his thumb over the peak. He felt it pebble and stiffen at his touch.
‘Who knew you were so dirty?’ she teased, pushing her thigh into his rapidly filling cock.
‘Me,’ he replied matter-of-factly. ‘Iknew.’
Nicky dragged his fingers from Lucy’s breast, right down her body to the sweet spot between her legs.
He kissed her as he slowly worked her clit with his thumb.
‘Mmmm,’ he said against her lips. ‘Cum, nature’s lube.’
Lucy’s sputtered laugh erupted like fireworks. ‘Wow, took a left at dirty and headed straight for disgusting.’
Nicky laughed along with her, his lips on hers.
