Page 111 of Play Fast (Brooklyn Dawn 2)

Lindsey flicked open her phone again and mouthed along with the words.

Oz gripped the armrests of my salon chair. I hid a smile behind his increasingly voluminous curls. I took out hairspray and he swore.

I resisted the urge to cackle.

Lindsey started getting into it. She got up and stalked around the little room, her angel bright hair flowing around her as she reached for the lower registers.

Damn that girl had a crazy amount of range. I didn’t know crap about music beyond the pure love and appreciation for the art. Watching it unfold around me was incredible.

Oz started tapping to the beat, his shoulders loosening as the guitar parts started coming together. He shouted out some key changes to Zane.

Zane looked up, his surfer good looks and sun bleached hair had fallen forward in concentration. His long, elegant fingers danced up the fret board as he tried again and grinned wide when the notes finally matched the song that was pumping out.

Jamie carefully mimicked it before putting her own flourishes on the song. Finally they turned off the original version and it became something altogether different.

I’d done as much as I could from behind Oz. I had to make sure the front looked as good as the back and that meant facing him again.

Lindsey hit an off key, then instead of being embarrassed she turned it into a yowl-off with Jamie as they melted into a fit of laughter.

Distracted, I couldn’t help but laugh back at them. They were all having so much fun. And it actually pained me to think about leaving.

Oz slid a hand under my smock and his long fingers found the cropped edge of my babydoll T-shirt I wore under it. The skin on skin contact fried my braincells. Even the slightest touch and my body instantly thirsted for more. My nipples tightened and my skin tingled.

He coasted his calloused finger pads over my midriff and around the back to grip my ass. I closed my eyes, dragging in a steadying breath before I pushed his hand away.

No matter how much I wanted to drag him closer, I wouldn’t give in.

He’s the one who threw me away. As good as the sex was between us, each time he pushed me away it destroyed m

e a little more.

Cooper burst into the room. “How come I wasn’t invited?”

Jamie tipped her head back. “Because your voice is trash.”

“Yeah well, you sounded like a dying cat from the hallway.”

Jamie held up a middle finger.

I backed up. “You’re done.”

Oz’s dark gaze pinned me to the spot. “We’re not done.”

That was so not what we were talking about. “Jamie it’s your turn.”

Before I could turn away, he circled my wrist with his long fingers. “I’m serious, sprite. We’re not done.”

Jamie jumped up from the floor. “Oh, sweet shit. Look at that.” She spun the chair, oblivious to the growl emanating from his chest. “You really are a dark haired David Coverdale.” Her voice lowered to a sultry tenor. “Can you do the accent?”

He just arched a brow at her.

“No fun. Get out of the chair, Whitesnake. It’s my turn to get glammed up.” She glanced down at the hand still holding onto my arm. “If you can tear yourself away.”

Oz dropped my wrist, but I could still feel the burn from his touch. He stood and brushed my hair over my shoulder. “Make sure you come out and see us tonight.”

I shrugged. “Maybe. You know, to see this version of the song.”

He pulled down his leather vest and straightened the buckle of his belt. “That’s not the only reason you’ll be out there.”

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