I could agree on that. Who wanted to be easy to figure out? I circled my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer, and his grip tightened around my waist. I was centered perfectly between his body and he towered over me, smiling so adorably that I couldn’t help but admire him.
How could a man be so flawless, so gorgeous? If he had any imperfections, I couldn’t see them. All I could see was this perfect man with the perfect hair and the perfect kisses. The perfect touch, perfect tongue. Thinking of his tongue caused a shiver to crawl along my spine, and my legs stiffened, but I held on to him. He didn’t have the best personality, but at least he was done trying to get under my skin. All he wanted was my attention. I could give him that much.
“Let’s make the next few weeks as fun as possible,” Gage said, placing a kiss on the bend of my neck.
“How?” I breathed. It almost mixed with a moan. His lips on my neck always made me tingle. It was my spot—the perfect place to get me going.
“There are a million ways… Most of them can be done with your body and mine… together” His voice rumbled near my ear, so deep, so husky, and I spiraled as he kissed the lobe. “I want my hands all over you. Your skin on mine.” His grip on my waist tightened even more and I yelped as he picked me up, and I circled my legs around his waist. He tasted the skin on my neck, licked, sucked, and licked some more with deep groans. I was biting on my lower lip fiercely, getting completely flushed as one of his hands cupped my ass. He was so strong. It was as if I were a feather in his arms.
Gage brought his lips to mine again and I devoured them greedily. That fast he’d turned me on. I was burning inside, craving something—anything to satisfy me. The most I had at the moment was his lips and his tongue, and his tongue worked wonders as it coaxed and stroked mine.
His arousal caved into me and he grunted, lowering his head to place another feverish kiss on my neck. “I can do so much to you, Sweet Ellie,” he murmured, bringing his lips back up to touch my ear. “You just don’t know it yet.”
Little did he know how bad I wanted him to go through with his words. I wanted him to do anything with my body. Flashbacks of his tongue circling around my core, driving me higher and higher to a climax, came to mind, and I whimpered, pressing my cheek against his. All of a sudden I felt defeated, especially as he whispered, “Not here, though, Eliza.” I would’ve given anything to feel that kind of pleasure again, but he was right. Not here. Not on a beach.
“Are you all right?” He placed me on my feet with a chuckle and I nodded, my lips pressing.
“I’m fine. Do you think we should go catch a little bit of that party?”
He looked me over, making sure I was being serious. “You’re serious? You want to?”
“I don’t mind.”
“Penelope might be there, though… and you know how she can get whenever I’m around…”
I cringed as her name came out of his mouth, but I shook it off. I couldn’t do much about her being around. Gage wasn’t my property. I didn’t own him. As far as I was concerned, we weren’t anything other than friends… with benefits. I wasn’t seeking much else and I sure as hell knew he wasn’t. I finally nodded my head with a shrug and he sighed, bringing a hand up to run it through his hair. He pulled out his cell phone, his eyes a bit harder than before as he said, “I’ll call Stan.”
I wasn’t sure what was wrong. Maybe he was worried he’d run into Penelope. Maybe he just really didn’t want to go to that party. I was uncertain, so instead of making him feel guilty, I hooked my arm around his lean waist and smiled up at him, leading the way back to my art supplies. “It’ll be fun, like you said,” I assured him. “Nothing negative. I promise. And if she’s there, we’ll just leave.”
He revealed a gentle, crooked smile, kissed my forehead, and I grinned as the sudden heat from his lips bombarded me with pleasure and contentment.
And for the rest of that night, luck was on our side because Penelope was nowhere to be found.
The next state was Kentucky. Being in Kentucky was different, not too sunny or too cloudy. The breezes were gentle, soothing. After the boys practiced beside the tour bus, it was time to head for the show. I couldn’t help but stare as Gage sang without a microphone as he practiced. Surprisingly, even from sitting on the steps of my bus, I could hear him. His voice was loud and mesmerizing. I really couldn’t figure out why I fell for his voice each and every time.
It could have been because he sang with so much emotion that it gave him more depth. He had so much soul, so much heart. He looked vulnerable when singing, like he was cut open and all his emotions were put on display for the whole world to see.
With my hand on my chin, my elbow on my lap, I found it hard to look away. I couldn’t help but study him. The way he tapped the outside of his thigh with his hand. The way he snapped his fingers with the rhythm whenever his eyes were open and he was smiling behind the words. Something was letting me know that behind his lyrics, there was meaning, and I wanted so badly to find out. Who hurt him? Who broke his heart? I never thought any girl could break Gage Grendel’s heart. He was too carefree and if anything, he was the one breaking hearts and messing with girl’s emotions. Most of their songs were upbeat, but the lyrics were so sad.
As he sang, I saw the man with the peppery hair, suit, and clean face again—the one whose appearance always weirded me out. It was odd how he stared so intently at Deed as he played on the drums. I noticed how Deed would take nervous glances to his right at the man, and whenever Deed hit a certain beat, the man would nod, his fingers tucked into his pockets, and Deed’s chest would sink and rise with relief. The guy seriously freaked me out, and it was weird how I didn’t know who the hell he was, what he did, or what part of the crew he belonged to.
“Liza!” Ben called, snapping me out of my daze. I looked to my left quickly, seeing Ben standing with his hand at his hip, his eyes narrowed. “Did you not hear me calling you?”
“No… sorry. Are we ready to go?”
“Yes. We have to be there in twenty.”
I nodded, clutching my bottle of water and grabbing my satchel. After strapping my bag around me, I made the turn for the truck but got caught in a pair of firm, masculine arms before I could make the complete spin. “Hey, Ellie,” Gage murmured, his head tilting down to look at me.
My pulse paused, realizing how close he was. I still had to get used to this—to Gage touching me whenever he wanted, not that I minded it. “Hey,” I breathed. “All ready for your show?”
“A little bit.” He released me, running his fingers through his hair. “I don’t think I’m completely ready yet, though.”
My head tilted. “What do you mean? What’s wrong?”
“Well… there’s just this thing I wanted before stepping on stage.”
“And what might that be?”
“A simple kiss on the cheek… from my Sweet Ellie.”
I smirked at him, shaking my head and folding my arms. “You sure it isn’t anything else?”
“Oh, trust me,” he sighed. “I’d love more from you, Ellie, but since we’re on a time crunch, a kiss on the cheek will do for now.” Gage bent his knees a little and turned his head, pointing at his cheek. “Go ahead. Lay it on me. It’s not asking for too much, is it?”
I giggled because it wasn’t asking much at all. A kiss on the cheek would do, so I leaned forward and puckered my lips, ready to place them against his cheek, but then his head turned, right when I was close, and our lips collided. I gasped, smacking his shoulder playfully, and he laughed, reeling me in by the waist. “A kiss on the cheek? Yeah fucking right,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I think those lips on mine are what I need in order to have a great show.”
Grinning, I stood on my toes and kissed him swiftly but tenderly. “There. Good luck tonight.”
“Uh… no.” He pulled me in again, crushing my body against his. His arms were still circled around my waist and, tilting his head down, he leaned in and kissed me. The kiss was sweet, innocent, and simple at first, but then he added his tongue and I moaned into his mouth. My hand pressed against his chest to try and get him to release me and hurry before they ended up late, but it faltered and gave out on me as the intensity grew. I sank against him, and behind the kiss he smiled, pulling away slowly. “There,” he said in a mocking tone. “That may just last me until the show’s over.”
I beamed at him and he unhooked his arms from my waist. “Good luck tonight,” I said again, watching as he took gradual steps away. I couldn’t look away from him. I wanted to kiss him again, and by the look in his hungry hazel irises, I knew he wanted it just as badly. He stopped walking quickly, his lips parting, eyes darting right down to my lips.
“Just one more,” he murmured, rushing for me and reeling me in. Giggling, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. It wasn’t as long or as passion-filled as the previous one, but it made do.
With that, Gage tossed a light wave at me, rushed for the bus to grab his guitar and strap it around him, and then hurried for the truck. Before he hopped in all the way, he looked over his shoulder, noticing me still watching him. He then winked and climbed into the truck completely, shutting the door behind him. Their vehicle peeled off the instant he was inside, and I sighed, still smiling—wait… Why was I still smiling? It was just a kiss. Nothing other than that. It wasn’t like we hadn’t kissed before.