Page 3 of Whiskey Promises
I topple into him. Naturally.
"Fuck." He wraps an arm around my waist to steady me, sloshing beer over both of us in the process. "Sorry. Shit, sorry."
"Stop moving!" I cry as he basically hauls me up against his chest, still splashing us with beer.
"You stop moving first."
I tip my head back to scowl up at him when I hear the laughter in his voice. The smile on his face only confirms my suspicions. He finds this whole situation hilarious.
"You're getting me all wet," I complain.
Humor dances in his eyes when they meet mine. "Am I supposed to apologize or thank God?"
Oh. Ugh!
I shove him away from me with a glower, ignoring the heat in my cheeks. "That isnotwhat I meant."
"You said it."
"I was talking about the beer you spilled on me." I grab the hem of his T-shirt, using it to wipe down my arms while he watches with a cocky smirk stretched across his face. I try like hell not to peek at the tantalizing strip of golden skin peeking at me from beneath his shirt, but it's impossible to miss it. There's no way he got that body from playing the guitar.
"Seriously?" he asks when I'm done.
I just shrug, tossing my hair over my shoulder. "You got me wet. I returned the favor. Now, we're even."
"You want to get me wet, princess?" His eyes darken, and he takes a step toward me, a predatory growl rumbling in his chest.
My fight or flight kicks in as soon as I hear that sound. It's way too damn hot.Heis way too damn hot. My whole body is singing for him. I cannot handle any of that.
"Enjoy wearing your beer," I practically squeak, bolting toward the door like the good little coward I am.
Two hours later, Imeet Nadia at the side of the stage as the whole bar claps and cheers for her and the band. She sounded amazing up there. And dammit all, but Jarethlookedamazing.
Hot and talented? God is not playing fair tonight.
"You did amazing!" I cry, shoving a bottle of water into my sister's hands. "They love the new stuff."
"Thank God." She pauses to inhale half the bottle, her cheeks flushed with exertion. "It'll be a bad tour if they don't."
"Please." I roll my eyes. "You've never written a bad song a day in your life."
Nadia grins at me as the rest of the band troops down the steps to meet us. Jareth's eyes immediately lock on me. I pretend not to notice, but it's impossible not to notice him staring when he's not even trying to be subtle about it.
He spent half the damn show staring at me. At one point, he winked at me, and the girls at tables on either side of me practically swooned. It was ridiculous!
"You were on fire tonight, Nadia," Lemmy, her drummer, says, holding out his fist for her to bump. "They fucking loved you, kid."
"Thanks." She pops the cap back on the water bottle, her gaze shifting to a group of women dressed in tiny shorts and crop tops witing a few feet away. "You guys did great tonight." She nods at the group. "Pretty sure they aren't here to meet me."
Lemmy grins, waggling his brows.
Surprisingly, Jareth doesn't even glance in their direction. He just shakes his head at Lemmy, his lip curled like he tasted something bitter.
"You need help breaking everything down?" Nadia asks him.
"Nah." He waves her off. "We've got Samson and Ace to help. You go visit with your sister." His gaze comes back to me, that damn sexy smirk plastered on his face again. The way his lips curl up on the right side is just…argh!
I actually squeak out loud before looping my arm through Nadia's to drag her away.
