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)
Playing the show was rush. And damn did we sound good. But really, it’s Zara. None of us are under any illusions about that. We’re a decent enough band, but the magic—the secret sauce, if you will—is her. Hands down. The voice of a rock n’ roll angel, killer guitar skills, and that alt-indie-chick look of hers is sexy as hell.
Put it all together, and you get a show like we just played: utter. Fucking. Perfection. And the crowd freaking ate it up too.
“Fuck that was so good!” She squeals, pumping her hands in the air and making the three of us chuckle with just how infectious her excitement is.
“You were so good,” I grin, shaking my head at her as I buckle into the bench seat across from her.
She sticks her tongue out at me playfully.
“No, we’re all or nothing, and that was all of us.”
“Come celebrate with us.”
The words just tumble out of my mouth, but I’m glad they do. Zara blushes, a wicked twinkle sparking in her eyes. At this point, with everything that’s happened with all of us, I know damn well that no one thinks “come celebrate with us” means a wholesome, clothes-on celebration in a public place.
Zara bites her lip, her eyes locked on mine.
“Where?”
“Our suite,” Griff tosses back from the front seat.
“In the boys’ dorm?”
Her brows shoot up, but I can see the forbidden excitement all over her face.
“It’s just us there, plus it’s at the end of the hallway right next to a maintenance closet with our own secret staircase down to the basement.”
She eyes me, hesitating, but I know she’s dying to say yes.
“Say yes,” Anders growls quietly, glancing into the review mirror and grinning at her.
Zara beams, her face flushing pink as she slowly nods.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m game.”
****
Thirty minutes later, our gear locked in the back of the van, a short cab ride back to campus, and a muffled-giggle sneaking run back across the dark grounds of Winchester, we’re slipping out of the closet and making a quick move to the door to our suite. Inside, I quickly shut the door, and Zara let’s her breath out in a whoosh, this excited, eager look on her face.
“First time sneaking into a boy’s room, darlin?” Griff chuckles.
Zara blushes and rolls her eyes. “Uh, yeah.”
“Good,” I growl, and before I let another second pass without doing it, I pull her into me and kiss her slow and deep, like I’ve been wanting to do ever since she opened her mouth on that stage tonight.
“Damn,” she breathes, panting as I pull away. Her eyes open, and they lock on mine as she smiles.
“Where did that come from?”
“That came from you being amazing,” I purr, kissing her again before I let her go. Anders is right there, slipping an arm around her waist and tugging her into him. I grin as I watch him kiss her slow and deep before I turn to the stereo and put on some tunes. The suite is a sweet score, if you’ll pardon the shitty word pun. It’s three generously sized single rooms, a common room with couches, chairs, and big flat screen, and even a small kitchenette area, fridge and everything. Trust me, even at a rich-ass place like Winchester, not every dorm situation is this swank.
I turn back to see Griff with his hand in her hair, kissing her with some serious passion as Anders chuckles and walks over to our fridge.
“Anything to drink?” he nods at Zara as she pulls away from Griff, blushing. “I’d offer you a real drink, but…” he shrugs. “We tend to abstain during the season.”
She grins.
“I’m actually good always.”
Anders clears throat as he goes to a side drawer in the kitchenette.
“I, uh, I do have this.”
He grins as he pulls a joint out, and I glance at Zara to gauge her reaction. But, she just shrugs.
“Sure!”
“Yeah?”
I arch a brow at her, and when she glances at me, she rolls her eyes.
“Okay, I’m not a total nerd, you know. I’ve smoked pot before.”
“Well check out Snoop Zara over here.”
She giggles at Griff’s quip, playfully punching him in the arm before she moves to one of the couches and sinks onto one end of it. Anders flops down onto the other side of it, Griff across the second couch, and me in one of the easy chairs. I love this. I mean, we all want her, and she wants all of us, but we’re able to just chill like this without it being a constant pile-on orgy.
Well, I’m pretty fucking good with that scenario too, but after that show we just played, just hanging altogether like this just feels good. It feels natural.
Anders sparks the joint and takes a drag before he passes it Zara’s way. She takes some and keeps it going, until it’s gone around the four of us a few times. We’ve got a fan going in the window and a towel against the bottom edge of the door, but Anders gets up and gives the room a spray of Febreeze before he lights up a couple of vanilla scented candles.