Page 41 of Reverb
“You inside me.” She drank his moan in with her lips, and relished the way his hard body fit against hers. A beautiful man. Tough and headstrong. So, so pliant in her arms. She relented, too aware of the voices in the front of the now much quieter bus.
“Any way you want me,” David said, his voice low but clear.
“Exactly.” She took another drink of him, then untwined their bodies. “I gotta go work.”
“Me, too.” The way he looked at her in that instant didn’t help the wobble in her knees. “Got the best seat in the house. Go knock ’em dead, Mish.”
She would. Then later give David the show of his life. Maybe a bad idea, like he’d said earlier. But the best things in her life only happened when she’d taken the initiative and grabbed that one chance.
Mish blew him a kiss and sauntered up to join the rest of the band. They were waiting for her at the front of the bus. Ray wore a smirk, and she punched him in the arm. “Shut up.”
He mocked being affronted. “I didn’t say a word!”
“Didn’t have to.” There was joy in her heart, especially when David worked his way forward, a soft smile on his handsome face.
They’d kill the show tonight, then head to New Hampshire, where she’d set a certain personal security guard on fire.Thatthought was much more pleasant than dwelling on her creepy-ass stalker.
Chapter Nine
The crowd for this concert was thicker than their first one. David hadn’t expected that. He stood by the soundboards before Two Times Strong took the stage, and surveyed the venue. The Twisted Wishes meet-and-greet had gone off reasonably well, with both the fans and the band having a huge amount of fun, despite one overenthusiastic fan rushing the band as they made their way to the pavilion where the fans waited.
David grabbed the guy around the waist and hauled him back before he got anywhere near the band. “Hey, hey. Nope. We’re not gonna do that.”
The crew was smart enough to notice the scuffle and delayed the band from entering.
The kid—he couldn’t be more than twenty—squirmed in David’s arms as he shoved him back. “Sorry, I just—I want to tell them how much I love them.”
David moved him another couple of feet into the pavilion. “Plenty of time for that, kid. But if you rush ’em like that you’re not gonna see them at all.”
That deflated the kid. “I—Okay.”
David sat him in the back row, and clamped a hand on his shoulder until Twisted Wishes entered and took their seats at the table up front.
Once the band started talking, the kid was wrapped up in listening. Good. David didn’t think this guy was an actual problem, and he didn’t have any of the vibe of Mish’s stalker. Sometimes fans just got ahead of their brains. The band acted like nothing had happened at all.
Ray was on-point as the leader, and Dom his outlandish self. Mish was loud and brash and sexy, while Zavier played the cool, quiet type, throwing out occasional quips.
David did have a harder time looking away from Mish this meet-and-greet. Maybe because he knew the way her mouth felt along his neck and the heat of her body against his.
Or because she’d changed into an outfit that was both low-key and hot as sin. White flowing pants that were slit up to her knees, along with a top from the same material that showed glimpses of her abdomen and arms. Her jewelry—as well as her nails—was blood-red. How she’d painted them in the scant hours since they’d gotten off the bus, he didn’t know. That kind of thing had always seemed like magic to him.
He’d kept an eye on the fans, especially the kid, even as he’d admired Mish and enjoyed the banter of the band. They answered questions and picked on one another the way siblings—and lovers, in the case of Ray and Zavier—did.
When it was all over and the fans had been escorted out to their seats, Ray clapped him on the shoulder. “Thank you for spotting that.”
“That’s what I’m here for.”
It was. And a little proof to himself that he could do this job, despite his attachment to the band. To Mish. Still might not be smart, but it was workable.
Now Twisted Wishes was changing for their set, being looked after by Adrian, the crew, and venue security. Access to this venue’s backstage area was tightly controlled, so David took his time scoping out the crowds while the techs prepared the stage for Two Times Strong, who’d be out in short order.
The pit by the stage was packed with fans decked out in Twisted Wishes T-shirts and tanks, waiting for the main attraction. He’d walked along the barrier between the stage and the pit, and nodded to the security stationed there. They eyed his badge and let him go past.
The main seated area was filling in. There’d be lots of empty spots during the opening act, but he also spotted pockets of fans here to see Two Times Strong. The lawn, however, was a mass of blankets, people, alcohol, and probably some weed. It really wasn’t a summer concert withoutthatscent drifting through the air, no matter how much the venue security inspected the bags at the gates.
He should be on edge. Instead, excitement built in him to see this show, what Mish would wear on stage, what songs they’d play tonight. Twisted Wishes never played the exact same concert twice. Sets were similar, but the band liked to mix it up and give each city a unique experience—and that had really worked this past concert. According to Adrian, the internet had exploded since Ray and Mish’s duet.
David wanted to watch that again. Wanted to see her safely through this night, and then on to New Hampshire, where he’d let her do whatever the hell she wanted with him. Some of that was lust, but he’d clicked with her the moment she’d snarked at him. He knew something of Mish behind the rock star...wanted to find out more, too. Share pieces of his life and experiences with her.
