Page 256 of Second Sets Omnibus
“Over what?”
“That I get to kiss you whenever I want now. No more dreaming of having my lips on yours and wondering if it feels the same.”
“Well, does it?” I ask, raising a brow.
“Does it what?”
“Feel the same?”
“Better,” he whispers, kissing my lips again, lingering for longer than necessary as the world disappears. It’s only me and him standing amid the crowded bar. His warm hand wraps around the back of my neck, locking me in his grip. Not that I’d want to escape. “Kissing you is coming home. It’s my peace in the darkness of chaos. You ground me and make me better.”
“Marry them!” Ode says in passing, passing drinks to the guys.
“I agree, Pretty Girl. Marry us!” Rad waggles his brows.
“Maybe someday,” I quip, shoving the last nacho into my mouth.
Fuckers ate all my damn food. I side-eye their oblivious asses with disdain.
“Later,” Leon says with a grin, pointing to my plate as he takes it from the bar and hands it to another worker.
“Someday?” Rad asks with wide eyes, sitting rigid in his chair. “I’ll ask again tomorrow and the next day and the next day after that. I won’t stop begging until you become my wife.”
“Our wife,” Kieran mutters, reaching for a nacho and sighing. “We ate them all,” he grumbles.
“Yeah, you assholes ate all the good nachos. That’s grounds for divorce. Now, don’t you have a show to do?” I ask, playfully folding my arms across my chest.
A lightness takes me over as we grin at one another. It’s as if the past didn’t happen. And we’re back to where we started, like a full-circle adventure.
We’ll build and build until our future is secured on trust and love—a steady foundation.
We’ll never be perfect. We’ll fight. Shout. And make-up again. For some reason, I can’t ever get these four men off my mind.
My ears bleedwith the crowd’s enthusiastic screams as the boys take the stage.
“Hello, Central City!” Kieran shouts through the microphone, heaving a breath.
I won’t mention the way his tight T-shirt clings to his sweaty chest, highlighting his delicious and defined pecs. Or, you know, the way his tight jeans outline the package he’s smuggling. Nope. I won’t mention it at all. My lips are sealed…
“You want more tequila, horndog?” Ode asks, slapping my shoulder with a giggle, knocking me out of my horny thoughts.
My face heats, creeping down my neck. I’m sure I look like Rudolph, the red-faced whore, by now. I grunt, covering my face with my hands.
Again, I blame the tequila.
“Who are you calling horndog?” I ask, pushing my shot glass toward her as the boys continue speaking to the crowd with excitement.
More screams and shouts, chanting their band name over and over again.
“We’re happy to be back where all the magic started!” Rad chimes in, kicking his bass drum with excitement.
“You all are in for a treat tonight. We’ve been working on some new pieces.” Wait, what? I turn on my stool, staring at the man grinning on stage. He sends me a goddamn wink as he saunters around, hyping up the crowd even more. That’s the Kieran I remember.
“They have new music?” Ode asks over the shouting.
I shrug. “I?—”
“You had no idea,” she surmises, pouring me another shot. “Well, here’s to bigger and better things from those dick faces.” She clinks her glass against mine again.
