Page 4 of Feral Touch
Glossy black hair came last, loose and flowing like it had been on stage.
My heart skipped a beat. My body began buzzing with nerves, anticipation filling my chest, a rush of endorphins flowing through my veins.
Having that kind of reaction to a complete stranger was crazy. Just because I’d seen him play music on stage didn’t mean I should be nervous or eager. I’d had a few chance run ins with movie stars on the street before and although it had been exciting, I’d never reacted like this. I hadn’t even known who this guywasthree hours ago.
“Oh my god, they’re getting closer!” Natalie looked around quickly, noticing that we were too far away for them to reach us. She frowned for a moment before her eyes lit up and she grabbed mine and Jen's arms, hauling us away. “Here. Let’s wait here. This is the only path to get to their car. See?” She pointed to an inconspicuous black limo van with tinted windows parked down the street.
“How do you know that’s where they’re going?” I asked.
“Do you see any other escape routes leading to a limousine?”
She made a good point. We maneuvered ourselves back and to the side. The band members would have to pass us to make it to their getaway car.
“I feel like such a stalker.”
“It’s fine.” Jen dismissed my concern with a wave of her hand.
Some other girls noticed what we were doing and followed suit, but we were still in the best position. The crowd in front of us parted, one of the bodyguards weaving his way through ahead of the band.
“Kell!” Jen cried out. She cupped her hands around her mouth to amplify the sound as the blond haired man appeared between the press of bodies.
He looked up from signing an autograph and met Jen's eyes, then flashed a blinding grin. I thought she was going to faint on the spot. He made his way over to us, just like Natalie had predicted.
“Hey there.” The lead singer sidled up next to Jen as she stared at him, open-mouthed. She held her phone up silently, asking a question with her eyes.
“You want a selfie with me?” he asked, grinning. His voice was smooth and almost teasing, just as enthralling as it was on stage. Jen nodded dumbly.
He put an arm around her shoulder and took her phone in his hand, quickly turning the lens to face them and pressing the shutter button, then handed it back.
“Make sure to tag me when you post it online, ‘kay?”
“I love you!” she squeaked, but he had already moved on to the next fan in line. Natalie had been right—seeing this guy in person made Jen act like a teenaged girl.
A man I didn’t recognize with close-cropped hair followed. He was tall and broad with thickly muscled arms. I thought maybe he was another bodyguard when Natalie yelled out his name.
“Morris! You’re awesome!"
I assumed Morris was the drummer, the one I hadn’t been able to see hidden in the back. He didn’t look like any rock star stereotype I’d ever seen. There was no swagger or cockiness, just a cool and slightly menacing expression. He looked like he should have been a Marine or Navy SEAL.
I was nervous, wondering how someone that somber would react to flailing fangirls, but he approached Natalie and let her babble at him for a few seconds with a surprising amount of patience.
“Your drums solos are awesome and I think you’re so cool and I’ve been to so many concerts and are you ever going to take off your shirt on stage?”
She kept up the chatter as she spun around quickly and pulled out her camera, getting both of them in the shot within a split second. I thought I saw the corners of his lips tilt slightly upwards, but it could have just been the flash.
“Thanks for your support,” he said quietly before slipping away.
“I can’t believe I got a selfie with Morris.” She clutched her phone to her chest like it was a precious treasure.
“Better make sure you don’t delete it by accident.”
I was joking, but Nat gasped and immediately started tapping at the screen, probably emailing the pic to herself.
Next was Jayce. He’d put on a shirt, a testament to the rapidly cooling weather. Both Jen and Natalie waved to get his attention. He threw them a narrow-eyed, heated stare that almost made me flush, and I wasn’t even the recipient of it.
“You three want a photo?” he asked with a deep rumble low in his chest. He didn’t wait for our answer before throwing his arms around us. Jen and Natalie both pulled out their phones and snapped pictures. I thought he’d let us go, but instead he whispered into my ear. “I hope you enjoyed the show.” His lips were against my skin; my knees almost buckled. He let us go with a lingering caress on my shoulder.
“Oh my god.” Jen's voice was weak and breathy.
