One thing about me, I’m addicted to tattoos. After I got the butterfly music note with Cane, the night we got engaged, I’d been itching to get another. A year after he died I started my sleeve tattoo. It’s a gorgeous variety of flowers, butterflies and twisting green vines. So far I’ve had my entire left bicep finished, and it’s going to extend down my entire left side of my ribcage. It’s truly a work of art, and the way I see it our bodies are our canvases.
He rubs his palm over his shortly shaven hair and extends his hand out with a small smile curling up at the corners of his lips, “I’m Jayson Kingston, and I’m the bassist. My friends call me everything from Jayson, Jay, Kingston to hey, asshole. So feel free to call me by any of those names.” He says with a thick husky voice that will have every girl around him falling to their knees.
Laughing again, I tell him, “I think I like Kingston. It suits you.” He flashes another panty droppin’ grin before giving me a wink and taking a long pull from his beer.
My heart begins to race against my chest as Jordon pushes off the wall and steps in front of me. He arches an eyebrow as he extends his hand to me…the same one that was just fingering me on the dance floor making me come so hard and fast that my head was spinning like a fucking disco ball.
Blushing, I take his hand, shaking it as he says, “Jordon Valentine, lead guitarist. Glad we finally get to properly introduce ourselves.”
Oh, hell no.
My body is betraying me as a shiver of electricity jolts from the tip of my fingers straight to my heart, causing it to do that fucking fluttering shit again. This is so not good.
“Yes, it is.” I manage to say.
God! I sound like an idiot right now!
“Wait a sec, you two have met?” Holden asks as his face twists into a puzzled expression.
Jordon takes a long pull from his beer and I get lost momentarily as I watch his fingers tap on his thigh to the beat of the music blasting through the club. “We met downstairs on the dance floor. Brittan sure knows how to move.”
God, his voice is like butter, and those blue eyes are glowing as they slowly slide over my body. I feel like he’s envisioning me naked right now, making my face flush ten shades of red.
Levi lets out a low chuckle, “She sure does. Give her a dance floor and a good beat, and she’ll dance a hole in the floor.”
Standing abruptly, I spin around towards my bandmates, “Well this was fun guys, but I’m exhausted.” Spinning on my heels, I flash a smile at Kingston, Zane, Lawson, Natasha and then finally meet Jordon’s eyes, “It was nice to finally meet all of you. I’m so sorry to be tearing out while y’all are still partying; it’s just been a long day for me, so I’m going to call it a night.”
Everyone tells me goodnight and after giving my bandmates all a quick hug goodbye, I bee-line it towards the back entrance where my town car is waiting for me. My head is a little dizzy from the shots, so I gingerly make my way down the winding staircase taking extra care not to trip and fall flat on my face. Alcohol and six inch stilettos do not mix well. The last thing I need is a broken ankle a week before we go on tour.
I slide into the back of the Lincoln Town Car and sink into the cool leather seat. I finally let out the breath I’ve been holding since the moment I walked away from Jordon.
Laying my head back, I tell the driver to take me home. Just as he begins to roll away from the back entrance someone pounds on the window giving me a fucking heart attack!
“Jesus Christ!” I curse, as I roll my window down to find Jordon standing beside the car with a look that tells me he isn’t letting me leave alone tonight.
Ignoring the voices in my head screaming at me to tell him to fuck off and go find another chick in the club to ride his dick, I open the door, “Get in. You are a maniac! You know that right!? You don’t go banging on someone’s car in a fucking alleyway! I thought you were a crazy mugger or something.” I shout as I slide across the seat giving him room to get in and sit beside me.
Finding my bitching and mini freak out amusing, Jordon just laughs at me, and slides beside me draping his right arm over my shoulder. “Hey, now! If I remember correctly, when we were interrupted earlier, you promised me we’d be finishing what we started. My fucking balls are aching right now; it’s only fair you finish what you started by those bathrooms. Because…well baby…ya kinda owe me.” I can’t help but sigh with disgust as he cups his crotch and adjusts his dick.
What a cocky prick!
“Excuse me? I didn’t make you finger me on that dance floor. You did that all on your own accord.” I say matter-of-factly with a hint of annoyance in my voice.