Page 150 of The Lost Melody

“I wish you were wearing more,” Orion grunts.

“Welcome to my life,” Bear rumbles, holding out his arm for me to take. As I slip my arm through his, he looks over at everyone. “I have a table for you on the second floor, you can go right on up. I’m going to walk Lennon to where she needs to be.”

Bear is pulling me away before they can say anything, and I walk quickly to follow him. The club is already in full swing with people dancing and drinking.

Looking up, I can see the cage being drawn down by the remote control. “Lennon,” Bear yells, leaning in so I can hear him. “Pretend there’s no one else except the music and just move.” The cage finishes descending, and he opens the door for me. I step in, and after practicing, writing, and hanging out here, it doesn’t feel scary. “Break a leg!”

The door closes and Bear makes sure to relatch the lock before nodding to whoever is operating the cage. Holding onto the sides, I wait until it stops moving. Opening my eyes that inadvertently closed, I look over to see Willow dancing several feet from me. She catches my eye, winking, and I listen to the music.

Soon I’m just as lost in the beat, grinning savagely as I just enjoy being an anonymous cage dancer. There’s absolutely nothing that exists, and I realize this is how I get when words are riding me. The song, creating, making it all come together, becomes a need. Not a want.

It’s the reason Turner and Roark never complain too much when I forget to call because I’m pulled in by my muse. I have sweat sliding down my back as my muse starts to tug on me.

Begging it to wait, I pivot, writhe, and laugh at how free I feel. I can feel eyes on me, but the way the spotlights are set up, I can’t see them at all.

If this is how they’re set up for the concert, then I’ll be able to pretend I’m the only person here. Holy shit, I think we may actually be able to pull this off.

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TURNER

Lennon is a vixen and perfect as she dances, completely oblivious to any eyes that are watching her. She froze for a moment initially, though, when she was raised into the air before looking over at Willow, and then just let go.

“I didn’t know she knew how to move like that,” Layla says in awe next to me.

“Lennon loves to dance. She stays in the wings while every opener plays and just lets loose. It’s how she releases her nervous energy, so she’s ready to perform. When Bear proposed Lennon dance here, it made sense to me at the time. It looks like it’s working,” I chuckle.

Her ass is perfection, her back turned away as she holds onto the side of the cage and shakes it at us. I know she can’t see us, but damn am I hard as stone watching her.

“Even though you all weren’t on board about her getting up in that cage to dance in front of strangers, none of you told her she couldn’t. Why?” Layla asks.

I was paying attention when Mav admitted to being dumb about his feelings towards Layla. Blowing out a breath, I level with her. “Lennon is an adult, as are you. You can make decisions people aren’t sure of, and no one can stop you. I trust Lavender’s instincts, respect her, and didn’t have a single reason to second guess her. You need someone in your life who will follow you off the damn cliff, but trusts that you know what you’re doing,” I tell her.

Layla stares at me for a moment, her eyes turning glassy. Pursing my lips, I have to stop myself from punching two of my best friends. The idiots are ruining this girl.

Opening my arms, I hug her. “You’ll find those people. Don’t wait too long to branch out,” I murmur in her ear.

Nodding quickly, she steps back, forcing me to let her go. Brushing her eyes, Layla walks away quickly. Goddamnit, those two need to figure out what they want or cut her loose.

Lennon’s blonde and purple hair flies around her as she twirls, and my cock jumps. Grunting, I count down the minutes until I can have her singing for her orgasms on my dick in the basement. There’s nothing worse than your pants straining as you watch your girl have the time of her life without you.

I love how much fun she’s having getting over her panic of performing in front of a crowd, but I’m dying.

“Having some trouble there, baby?” Roark rumbles in my ear. I’m so fucking weak, and I whimper.

“Can we go home now?” I whine and I can feel his pouty lips spreading into a smile.

“Look how beautiful our tiny Valkyrie is as she spins and dances. Her tits bounce deliciously, and it reminds me of what they look like when she takes our cock,” he tells me.

My eyes roll in pleasure and pain as he squeezes me through my pants. “Ror,” I grunt. “Fuck, this isn’t helping.”

Chuckling evilly, he kisses my cheek. “I know, I hope you think of me while Lenny sings for you. Lucky bastard.”

Blowing out a breath as he moves away, I shake my head. He’s always been a sadistic bastard with me. Our play has always been rough and tumble. Now I really can’t wait for our night to continue back at the house.

Damn… only two hours to go. Fuck my life.

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