Page 72 of One Day Like This (Excess All Areas 1)

Izabel grinned. “Luke is my brother. You really think they are good?”

Niles folded his arms across his chest. “Not as good as we are,” he said, with laughter in his voice. He leaned closer to her ear. “But yeah, they’re really good. Matt and Luke write all their material, right?”

“Yeah. They’ve worked hard.”

“We’ve all had to. That’s why they deserve it.”

Matt glanced over, then did a double take. He raised an eyebrow, and it took Izabel a moment to realise what it must look like to him, with Niles all in her space while they yelled at each other. Jealousy wasn’t a particularly attractive trait, but the little flutter of it Matt was obviously experiencing bizarrely made her feel better, given the number of screaming women on the front row.

Instead of stepping away, she winked.

Matt narrowed his eyes, shook his head, and smiled before turning back to the stage.

“Later, Luke’s sister,” Niles said, before jogging back down the steps.

It was a solid hour later before the band wrapped up their set and they bounded off stage. Their energy was so palpable, Izabel felt as though it would take nothing to reach out and touch it.

Ben headed off the other side of the stage to grab Chaya, and Jase followed Izabel down the steps.

Luke came off next and threw a sweaty arm over her shoulder. “What did you think?”

“I think you’re gross,” she said, slipping from beneath his arm. “And you guys were made for arenas. It was incredible to watch how the crowd responded.”

“It’s fucking wild. To be up there. I was starting to believe we’d never make it.”

“You were?” she asked, watching the steps as she followed him.

“Yeah. It was Matt. He just wouldn’t let us give up. And now we get to do this. I’m just going to grab a clean T-shirt, then we can go get a drink or something. I’m starving.”

“I’ll be here,” she said.

Waiting.

But for an altogether different reason to her brother.

“Follow me,” Matt whispered in her ear.

She glanced over her shoulder and saw him disappear down a corridor off the side of the stage. Luke had gone in the completely opposite direction. It would be wise to stay exactly where she was. But knowing Matt was only steps away overruled her best judgement.

As she stepped around the corner, Matt gripped her arm and pulled her close. “Kiss me, Iz.”

How could she not do what he said when his voice was so damn commanding? Their lips met, a collision of flesh and tongue. Who knew kisses could be so utterly debilitating? Rational thought, that Luke could find them, completely escaped her as he pulled her against him. His hand slid from her cheek to the back of her neck, clutching her hair.

Holding her close.

“Shit, Iz. I want you,” he muttered as his lips traced a trail along her jaw, down the side of her neck.

“Matt,” she gasped through the onslaught.

But he didn’t stop. He gripped her hip, squeezing tight, as he backed her against the wall. And God, when his hard dick lined up against the ache in her clit, she groaned. But she bit down on her lip and pushed him gently away.

“Matt,” she tried again.

He stepped away immediately and placed his hands on his head as he blew out a breath. “Fuck me. Sorry, Iz. I guess you watching me cranked me up so high I forgot where we were.”

As he closed the gap between them again, he ran his thumb along her lower lip. “I definitely have a shy exhibitionist kink or something, because I find myself ready to completely override any kind of common sense when it comes to you and possibly getting caught. Like, Ireallydon’t want to get caught.”

“Maybe when people know about us, we can test out whether it was a risk thing or a real thing.”

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