Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Carson starts the engine and glances around at us. “So, back to campus? I’ll call the Uber to get us to the side ga—”
“Uh-uh. Fuck that.”
The three of them glance at me, surprised grins on their faces at my language.
“You have something else in mind?” Anders chuckles.
My pulse races, and I glance around at them wildly, my whole body still buzzing.
“Yeah, let’s go celebrate or something! I mean, c’mon! That was incredible back there!”
Slowly, the three of them grin.
“Hell yeah,” Griffin nods. “Practice space?”
I nod eagerly, and Carson chuckles.
“Practice space it is.”
We crank the radio as we drive back to their space in the crumbling old building in Rivington. We unload the van quickly, stuffing everything into the freight elevator and then out into the practice space as Anders steps over to the stereo and puts on some more music.
“Shit, I don’t think we have anything to drink,” Carson mutters.
“Screw it,” Anders grins. “I don’t even need anything with how fucking awesome that gig has me feeling.”
I giggle as he grabs me, spinning me around in time to the music before dipping me as I shriek and cling to his big strong arms.
“Hey, I’m cutting in,” Griffin finally growls, grinning at Anders as he steals me—quite willingly—away. He picks me up, spinning me around like I weigh nothing at all, making my core tighten and my pulse race a little faster. And when it’s Carson’s turn, I’m already laughing and having the time of my life as we spin around the room.
Eventually, we break apart, Anders grabbing his guitar and sinking into the couch to one side of the practice space.
“Hey, Zara, sing that one part again.”
I snort. “Very specific.”
He grins. “The part after the second chorus in Sweet Low and High,” he says, referring to the second song of mine we played on stage tonight. I bite my lip, still feeling the rush of endorphins as I saunter over—feeling wild, and free, and to be honest, sultry. After all, not only did we just play the show of our lives tonight, but I also felt a guy’s mouth on me for the first time, not to mention feeling him come in my mouth, also a first. And that very guy is lounged across a couch in a dimly lit, brick-walled room full of music, looking hot as hell in a black V-neck shirt and jeans, a guitar across his lap and a hungry glint in his eyes.
I saunter over to the microphone set up in front of the drums and amps, facing the three of them sitting on the couch and in two easy chairs. And without another prompt, the words come out a cappella, without music. I sing the part he was talking about, and then I just keep going, right back into the last chorus before I finish.
The room is silent, and the three of them are just staring at me in awe.
“Fuck,” Griffin growls quietly.
I blush fiercely, suddenly feeling awkward.
“What?”
“You’re…” Carson growls low in his throat. “You’re fucking amazing, Zara.”
“And gorgeous.”
My eyes swivel to Anders, my pulse racing as I see that same hungry look on his face. We lock eyes, and it just sticks, fire blazing between us as the rest of the world sort of fades away.
“Okay, hold up,” Carson chuckles, breaking the moment as he arches a brow at the two of us, grinning.
“Did you two… before the show?”
I blush, realizing in the flurry of getting to the gig and setting up, and then playing, neither Anders or I actually mentioned what happened in the parking garage to Carson and Griffin.
Griffin whistles, his eyes hungry as he sits forward in the big easy chair he’s sitting in, looking at me with curiosity.
“Damn, really?”
Anders shakes his head. “It’s not what you’re thinking.”
Griffin laughs. “No, I think it’s definitely what we’re thinking.”
Anders frowns. “No, man, it’s—”
“I’m a virgin.”
The words blurt out, and my face goes hot as they all go silent and turn towards me. I shiver, feeling a heat blaze through me as I shrug.
“So, no. If you’re thinking that happened before the show, you’re wrong. But….” I bite my lip, glancing away.
“Uh, but?” Carson growls, his eyes wild when I turn back to him.
“But…” my face burns as my whole body simmers. “Maybe other stuff?”
“Like?” he groans, standing from his chair and slowly walking towards where I’m standing.
“Like what, beautiful,” Carson purrs. He glances at Anders, but Anders just nods, his eyes as wild and hungry as Carson’s, and I feel a hot fire begin to burn through me.
“Did he get a little taste like we did?” Carson growls quietly.
I swallow thickly. “Maybe more than that,” I whisper heatedly.
Carson groans, his jaw tightening.
“He got a real taste, didn’t he?”
I nod, my thighs squeezing together.
“Dirty girl,” he purrs, making me gasp quietly as he steps closer to me. “And did you get a taste of him?”