Page 81 of Give Me What I Want

The chanting stopped and the crowd exploded into a cheer, and I sang. It had been forever since the words had last left my mouth, but I didn’t miss a single one as I sang our song.

Ro joined me, coming over to share my mic, his voice contrasting perfectly with mine, singing the song just like we used to. I leaned against him as he took over from me for a second, singing a line alone. The way he sighed into the mic before growling low sent a shiver down my spine, rapidly followed by a blazing heat between my thighs, one that I needed to walk off before I ended up too distracted to sing.

I caught sight of Mark as I paraded around the stage, noticing him behind the curtain, shaking his head yet tapping his foot. He was pissed at yet another change in the evening, but he knew that this was the greatest thing I could’ve done for our last show together. I’d make it up to him later anyway, with copious amounts of alcohol and my killer wing-woman skills. I’d get him wasted and laid for all of his hard work. He deserved it.

Standing up on the balcony in the VIP area of the club, I gazed down at the sea of sweaty bodies writhing against each other and wished that I was down there with them.

But I was stuck up here, and honestly, I should’ve been glad of that, except no one here was dancing, they were all chilling on the red leather sofas, sipping their drinks and shouting over the pounding music to be heard by each other.

“I thought this was supposed to be our wild night out to end tour!” I complained loudly as I turned and leaned against the balcony.

“Give it time, Queenie. We have all night.” Ro patted his knee. “Come over here, have a drink, and chill for a sec.”

“Or,” Cole said, getting to his feet and shimmying towards me. “We can go downstairs and dance.”

“Yes!” I exclaimed excitedly, bouncing up and down until I lost my balance and howled in pain as my ankle rolled in my killer heels.

“No,” Mav cut in, getting to his feet and joining us by the balcony.

“Why not?” I whined, pouting as I looked up at my moody guitarist, and then it hit me. I was such an idiot. “Oh. Right. Yeah, maybe not, let’s just have a little dance party up here instead?”

Mav’s mouth tipped up a fraction as he nodded sharply and went to grab more drinks from the private bar. I should have realised he’d be uncomfortable with that idea after what happened last time we were out in Brighton. After that charity show where he ended up getting arrested for defending me against some gropy perv—not that I had actually needed saving. Of course, he’d want to stay up here where drama couldn’t—for once—find us. I just hoped that he wasn’t like this when we got home, and that it was a Brighton thing, because Cece and I had already planned a night out to my favourite karaoke bar next month and I really wanted my guys to come too, even if they ended up not beingmyguys anymore.

Cole held his hand out to me. “Care to dance, gorgeous?”

Taking his hand was a natural reflex, and I grinned as he twirled me under his arm, and then began to dance. He was bouncing around, and I couldn’t help but join in, letting loose as the music thrummed through our bodies. Who cared if we were the only ones dancing like idiots, I sure didn’t. With Cole, I found it hard to care about anything like that, with him I felt free, everything was fun.

If joy was a person, it would’ve been Cole.

We danced for so long that my feet started to burn. So I ran over to the private bar and downed a shot of tequila—Garth finally had no control over that—in hopes that the burning in my throat would distract from my feet.

I leaned against the bar, elbows sticking to the wet, polished surface as I watched everyone up in our VIP area. We had invited the crew too, and things were finally starting to liven up. People were dancing now, chatting, drinking, having an overall good time. I noticed Mark chatting to a girl who I had seen running along behind Kelly quite often, she was sweet looking with bubblegum hair and wide eyes. She barely came up to his chest, a tiny thing, just like me. He was smiling down at her, eyes never leaving her lips as she animatedly spoke, using her hands for emphasis in her story and waving them around. She was so full of energy, the complete opposite of him. I liked that for him.

Edging on over to them I decided how best to play things. “Mark, you have got to introduce me to your girlfriend,” I said, playing dumb but knowing exactly what I was doing.

“Oh,” the bubblegum girl gasped, turning to face me and looking like a deer caught in headlights. She stumbled over her words, the confident woman I had been watching vanishing as she tried to speak to me. “Hi, erm… Miss Bo… No, sorry, Beatrix, is that, can I? Ahh.”

I placed a hand on her arm. “Bea is fine, you can call me Bea.”

“Bea,” she whispered, then smiled wide. “I’m not his, well, I shouldn’t correct you but…”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Mark jumped in, saving her from more embarrassment as she continued to stumble.

“Oh.” I raised my brows, cocking my head and looking them both up and down. “Sorry, you just look so good together, my mistake.”

“It’s alright,” bubblegum blurted, a little louder than necessary, then she thrust her hand towards me. “Tabitha, Tabby.”

“Tabby,” I purred and took her hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“Tabitha has been with us for the entire tour, if you’d not been so distracted with all your drama, you’d have probably properly met her sooner,” Mark said. “She’s been a godsend, learned the ropes so fast, and is the reason your drummer always had spare sticks set up by his kit.”

“I’m sure Cole is very grateful for that,” I said to Tabby, smiling at the way Mark spoke about her. “I am too. So, you want to dance? Grab a drink?”

“Dance,” Tabby said excitedly.

“Well…” I leaned against the wall, taking some pressure off of one of my feet. “You heard her, Marky. Go twirl the girl before someone else does.”

Mark jolted, looking taken aback, then regained composure and held his hand out to Tabby. She gingerly took it, then dragged him away to dance. I watched as she ground up on him, laughing as he gave me a thumbs-up when her back was turned. I returned it just as Ro appeared at my side.

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