Page 72 of Rebel Heart

The lights dimmed and I kissed Vaughn’s cheek. I ran for the balcony, joining the others who were already out there, waiting in anticipation for the band to come out.

“Rebel! Get up here!” Bliss yanked me forward so I could lean on the railing with her and all the other women surrounding me.

Below us, the stadium was now packed, every seat filled. The excitement was palpable, and it thrummed through me, swirling around with the little buzz I had going from the alcohol and the security of having the most important people in my life by my side.

I stamped my feet on the floor, joining in the building anticipation, and glanced over my shoulder.

The guys all stood shoulder to shoulder, Nash and Vincent with their eyes glued to Bliss.

Vaughn, Fang, and Kian with their eyes glued on me.

“Love you,” I mouthed.

The band burst out onto the stage in a cacophony of sound and lights, guitars and drums, and the lead singer’s powerful voice filling the stadium.

The scream I let out was one of pure joy. I’d almost forgotten what that felt like. It was sweet and pure, and I did it again when I recognized their biggest hit, “Misery Business.”

I jumped up and down like a crazy person, singing every lyric, shouting them back at the lead singer when she looked up in our direction and waved.

I danced like no one was watching. I sang at the top of my lungs, feeling every word to my very core and connecting with the music like I never had when it was just playing through my headphones.

The bartender kept up the drinks, just like Vaughn had told him to, and I felt like a complete and utter VIP.

Halfway through their set, with a pounding heart, I caught a glimpse of Vaughn.

He had his sleeves rolled up, the neck of his shirt open. His gaze trained down on the band below us, until he noticed me watching him.

“You having fun, Roach?”

Fun didn’t even begin to describe what I was feeling. I suspected I wouldn’t even be able to articulate with words how I felt to be here and see this band live after loving them for so long. This was my happy place.

And he’d given it to me.

With one of my favorite songs belting out on the stage below me, I grabbed Vaughn’s hand and towed him back inside the box.

He followed after me, his steps shortened to match my strides. “Where are we going?”

I tugged him into the box’s private bathroom and slammed the door shut.

I was on him in a second, going straight for his pants, undoing the button on his fly, and shoving the fabric down his legs.

He caught my wrists. “Whoa, whoa. What are you doing? You’re going to miss the show!”

I shook my head with a wicked grin. I could hear plenty. The music was so loud, they probably could have heard it blocks away. I pulled his head down so his lips were barely above mine. “This is my favorite song. I want you inside me while it’s playing.”

He groaned and sank his lips down on mine. His tongue pushed its way inside my mouth, and I put my arms around his neck. He picked me up easily with one arm, helped along by the fact I was ready to climb him like a tree. He carried me to the bathroom vanity, sitting my ass on the edge of it.

I reached beneath my short skirt and lifted my ass, wiggling out of my underwear, letting them drop on the floor.

He shoved his down, freeing his thickening erection. He flipped my skirt up and gripped my thighs, his fingertips pressing into my flesh as he spread me.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “I could just look at you all day.”

I didn’t have all day. The music pounding in my ears demanded more than just him looking at me. It demanded action. Release.

I grasped his collar and yanked him closer. “Hurry. Before it ends.”

He ran his hand down my back to my ass, drawing me closer, right onto the edge.

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