Page 124 of Whirlwind

“I got to try out that flyboard.”

“Go, I got it. Go!”

I dove off the jet ski and swam up to Tag. We played with the flyboard, lifting up over the water as Violet took pics of us.

Back on dry land, we rented ATVs and cruised a curvy narrow road out of town. The two locals leading the way brought us to base of a high hill where a tiny blue and white church was perched overlooking the water.

“Bro!” Tag yelled.

My signal. I raised my hand.

Tag and I raced each other up the hill and round and round like we used to do back in L.A. and in Hawaii. Violet got on the back of Stone’s ATV and followed us, shooting.

We brought our small vehicles to a jerky stop right by the church. We were on the top of a gorgeous world. Sea, sun, wind.

“Look! Dolphins!” Stone yelled from behind his camera.

A pod of dolphins flew threw the air, graceful and sleek, and dove back into the sea, over and over and over.

I sat up straighter. “This is so beautiful! Half the time I can’t believe we’re really here.”

“Believe it,” said Tag. “This is what I’m talking about. This moment right here. Feel it, breathe it, let it go. I’m so glad you guys are here. Nothing beats this. Being in an incredible place like this with good friends.”

“Man, I’ve been stuck in hotel rooms for the past year and a half,” I said. “Same beige carpet, same white walls, same manufactured artwork on those white walls. Couldn’t go out and just be, just do the simplest thing. That fucks with you after a while and you don’t even realize it.”

The dolphins disappeared out to sea, yet our gazes lingered.

Tag adjusted himself on his seat. “After all the rushing around to get the work done yesterday, today has been so good to just soak in the vibe.”

“Instead of working the vibe?” Violet said.

“Exactly.” Tag let out a laugh. “I love creating, I love pushing limits, but most of all I love hanging with my friends. That’s where my heart is. Being able to combine all that is the fucking best.”

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After lunch,I ran over to the venue to do a soundcheck with Andoni, and Kaspar and his crew. The three of us had developed an easy going and instinctual communication, which was something considering our music was so different from each other’s. But that was just it—we loved music, and that was the eye of the storm where we all met.

I got back to our little villa and snuggled with Violet who was snoozing in our bed. Nothing like a Mediterranean siesta to escape the heat of a summer afternoon.

Now, it was almost showtime and we were getting dressed. Violet was hot as fuck in the black linen mini shorts dotted with silver studs I’d bought her here. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she stretched out one leg and pulled on the strap of her espadrille wedges. Those legs. Miles long and needing to be licked. What the hell was it about her that I always wanted to lick her? I wanted a taste of her all the time. Her flavor was the most sensual, erotic thing…next to her moans and cries.

She wore a matching low cat black blouse over a halter bra with a large black belt with silver studs slung over her hips. My music festival hippie chick.Perfuckingfection.

Violet packed her set of ear plugs in her tiny crossbody purse. She’d come prepared for work. Her hand absently went to her ankle, smoothing a strap, her fingers trailing up her leg as she straightened her back. My lust spiked to new levels. “Don’t look at me like that, Lanier. Wipe that dirty thought from your mind.”

“Why?” I buttoned up my linen shirt.

“Save it. Later tonight I want a memorable post-performance adrenaline fuck, Mr. Rockstar.”

“You do, huh?”

“Oh yes, I do.” She planted a kiss on my lips. “We’ll both be high.”

“Then that’s what you’ll get.” We both stared at our reflection in the mirror. We looked good together. Sun was all over our skin, relaxation in our eyes. We were in sync.

That sync beat through me like Andoni’s drum.

Violet slid her arm through mine. Was she thinking, feeling the same thing? She leaned her head against my shoulder. “How are you feeling about tonight?”

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