Play With Me - Brittany Cournoyer Page 0,57

digit and licked against the skin before sinking my teeth into the pad of his thumb. His chest rumbled against me as he groaned.

“You’re so fucking tempting, Foster, and it amazes me how you have no idea.”

I pulled off from Stellan’s finger and looked at him with hooded eyes. “Then show me.”

With another moan, Stellan’s tongue was back in my mouth as we shared another fiery kiss. We ended it quickly to collect ourselves, and after retreating to the bathroom to smooth our hair and make sure our clothes weren’t a mess, we returned to the bar.

“Hey,” I said, stopping him with a touch to his arm.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you. For playing that for me.”

“Of course. And that song?”

“Yeah?”

“I meant it.”

And once again, I was shocked speechless by my knight in tattooed armor.

The rest of the night passed in a blur, with the band adding the perfect background noise to keep the drinks flowing and conversation going. And before I knew it, we were closing while the band gathered up their instruments. I was in the middle of wiping down the tables when Stellan approached me with the rest of the band watching from a distance.

“Are you busy Monday night?” he surprised me by asking.

Even though we’d been texting more and had hung out a few times, usually our hangouts were done on impulse and hadn’t been preplanned.

I shook my head. “No, it’s my day off.”

“Perfect. The guys are coming to my house for rehearsal. We usually play for about an hour, then eat and shoot the shit. We’re going to barbecue, so I thought maybe you’d like to come? And officially meet the band?”

I blinked a few times. It was one thing to hang out late at night with the pretense of watching a movie so we could share mutual orgasms. But meeting the band and eating grilled food was a different level. Was I ready for that?

And then I realized how stupid the question was the minute I asked myself it. Of course I was. I wanted a relationship with him and everything that came with it. And if that meant band members and barbecue, then bring it on.

“I’d love to. What can I bring?”

His smile widened, showing off a crooked tooth and causing my own lips to curl. “Just yourself. We’ll take care of everything else.”

“Great. I’m looking forward to it.”

Stellan gave me a brief kiss goodbye and promised he’d talk to me the next day. My heart fluttered in my chest and my lips were still tingling as he walked away. Yup, deep trouble. And if I didn’t know any better, I could’ve sworn the train I was on had just picked up speed.

But rather than fear it, I just held on a bit tighter.

20

Stellan

“What time is lover boy supposed to arrive?” Baylor asked when we paused playing to take a quick break.

“I told him to be here around five. That’d give us time to finish up, and then we could start on the food,” I answered, ignoring the lover boy comment.

“Why didn’t you tell him to come earlier so he could hear us play?” Weston questioned.

“That’s easy. Stellan would’ve been too distracted if Foster was a few feet away. And we need to rehearse.”

“What he said,” I admitted, not even denying Maverick’s assumptions.

“I can’t wait for him to arrive. Stellan’s usually the calm and collected one, so to see him out of sorts over some guy will be comical.”

“And if you say any of that to Foster, I will personally beat you with my saxophone case.”

“That’s why I’m saying it now, so I can get it out of my system.” Weston shrugged.

“Start on the next song,” I demanded.

Weston only laughed harder before adjusting in his seat as he started plucking the strings for the next song. The rest of us followed suit, and I was relieved the conversation about my love life had been shelved for a little while. I knew it would be short-lived, and that once Foster arrived it’d only start back up again no matter what Weston said. I resigned myself for the ribbing that was sure to come and allowed myself to focus on the music.

Inviting him to the barbecue was an impulse decision, since it was something I’d never done before, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what Maverick had said to me. Also, Foster had come to mean a lot to me in such a short amount of time. So, I figured this was a way to kill two birds with