Seeming pleased with my answer, Sonja soon checks her cell and says she has a meeting to get to. She leaves telling me over her shoulder she’ll see us tomorrow before the concert.
I head back to the green room to get a bottle of water and warm up my vocals before it’s time for Beyond Redemption’s sound check. I have twenty minutes before it’s time to find my spot on the stage.
Standing in the middle of the green room with my headphones on, I belt out my opening song for tomorrow. We’re down to five minutes before our rehearsal.
Halfway through the chorus, I feel a hand grope my ass. Squealing, I tear my earbuds out and spin around to find Jordon standing behind me. As soon as our eyes meet, he flashes his heart stopping dimpled smile that I imagine has had every damn woman he’s shown it to fall under his spell.
I feel heat flush between my thighs.
I am really getting annoyed with my body. My mind keeps telling it to forget about Jordon Valentine, but the minute he’s around me, my body craves…no it starves for his hands to be on my body.
He slowly slides his smoldering hot gaze from my head, down to my toes, stopping at my feet.
He lets out a low whistle before bringing those blue eyes that have haunted me in my sleep for the last six nights, back up to mine.
“Damn. Now those are some fuck me heels. I wonder what those spikes would feel like driving into my ass while I ram my dick into that tight little pussy of yours.”
His words send shivers down my spine.
Trying to compose myself, I act like the thought of it disgusts me, “Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but you’ll never find out.”
Spinning back around towards the mini bar, I grab another water, and gulp down half the bottle. He’s got me so worked up, I feel like my fucking vagina is on fire!
I feel his body brush against my backside as he slowly slides his fingers down my arms and presses his mouth to my ear, “You know you want me to bend you over this bar, lift up your dress…” He says with in his words laced in sex, making my lady parts tingle, as he moves his hands down my sides, stopping at the hem of my dress right beneath my ass. “Tear your panties off and fuck you like a dirty slut, while you sing my name for the world to hear.”
Maneuvering out of his grasp, I back away a few feet needing to put some distance between us before I allow him to fuck me senseless right here in the green room.
“I told you before and I’ll tell you again.” I say, resting my hands on my hips, trying to show him I’m serious. But thanks to him getting my body all hot and bothered against my will, my chest is rising and falling at a rapid rate, “You and I will not happen ever again. It was A. One. Time. Thing. The sooner you get that through both of your heads, the better.”
He lets out a husky laugh as he leans over, resting his hands on the bar, “You can keep telling yourself that, but your body reveals the truth. The truth you don’t seem to want to admit.” Pushing off the bar, he stalks towards me, snaking his arm around my waist and backs me into the wall. The cool wall on my hot skin causes me to jump and press my body harder into his. He doesn’t even seem fazed by the fact that my boobs just stabbed him with a row full of spikes.
Breathlessly I ask, “And what is it you think my body is telling you that my mouth isn’t?”
Dipping his head to the side, he begins to slowly slide his nose along my neck causing me to shiver as he whispers against my skin, “That you want me just as badly as I want you.” His breath is hot on my skin, momentarily making my body give in to his touch.
Before I can get another word out we hear everyone approaching the door, which wakes me up out of the Jordon daze I was under. It was as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my head.
Pushing him off of me, I quickly run to the door, and whip it open to find mine and Jordon’s bandmates on the other side.
“There you are!” Levi says reaching out and draping his arm over my shoulder. “We we’re just coming to get your ass; it’s time to rehearse.”
I let out a nervous laugh, and pray I don’t look like I was just pinned against a wall with Jordon two seconds away from fucking me.
“Sorry, I was warming up. But I was just on my way out to the stage when y’all popped up outside. Let’s go knock this rehearsal out of the park.”
The second I step on stage and grip my mic, I feel my body begin to relax. Jordon had every inch of me tied up in knots.
I spend the next two hours belting out song after song. Allowing myself to get lost in the lyrics, I forget about Jordon and the way he’s slowly unraveling me with every word and every touch.
Music is my therapy. My drug…the only high I crave or need.