Play With Me - Brittany Cournoyer Page 0,73

called me his good luck charm—and I hated missing any of their set.

By the time I arrived, the parking lot was full, so I had to drive halfway down the block and park in the first space I could find. I practically ran to the bar, and after pausing long enough to show my ID, get my hand stamped, and pay the cover, I was finally able to get inside. If the parking lot was filled, the bar was positively jam-packed, and the seductive music of Stellan’s saxophone was the first thing that hit me.

Hearing that sensual sound had my body shivering and my cock thickening, and I had to take a few deep breaths to calm myself before I could make my way toward the bar. I just hoped there was an empty stool so I could sit and watch him in action. Watching his body move in tune with the music was only a reminder of how he moved when he was sliding in and out of me, and after spending a night away from him, I wanted to make up for that lost time.

As luck would have it, there was on empty stool left, but it was as far away from the stage was possible. I didn’t care though. With the right position, I could easily look across the bar and watch the band. Stellan was so wrapped up in his music, with his eyes closed and his head thrown back as he held a particularly long note, that he didn’t even notice my arrival. I placed an order for an Amaretto Sour but kept my focus on my man. I loved watching him play and hearing the soft sounds of Baylor’s drumstick reminded me of how the cool bristles felt against my skin. My body shivered involuntarily, and I had to take a long drink from my glass to pull myself together.

A few drinks later, the set finally ended, and the guys left the stage for a break. Instantly, a mob of patrons surrounded them, and I watched with pride as they all took a moment to chat with the group and preen under their praise. Over the heads of the throng of people, I could see Stellan’s eyes scan the room, and I wondered if he was looking for me. I shifted in my seat, trying to make myself more visible, and when his gaze finally collided with mine, the intensity behind his eyes nearly made me fall off my stool.

I gave him a brief smile, then nodded toward the bathroom, indicating I needed to go. He nodded in understanding before turning his attention back to the group clustered around him as I climbed off the stool. Thankfully, there wasn’t a wait, and after doing my business and washing my hands, I returned to the bar. But Stellan wasn’t waiting by my empty stool. In fact, I couldn’t find him at all, and I frowned as I searched the room.

Finally, I spotted him, and my frown only deepened when I saw he wasn’t alone. Usually, I didn’t care, since we were in a crowded bar and people were always fighting for a second of his time. But this was a very handsome man, and it looked as if they were engaged in a heated discussion. Stellan’s face was dark and fierce, and the man gestured his hands around wildly before placing one on Stellan’s forearm.

I saw red, and my breath caught in my throat at the touch. They looked way too familiar with each other, and they had a history if the way the man easily put his hand on Stellan and the way Stellan looked at him with rage were any indication. And when Stellan jerked his arm away, I wanted to cry out in relief.

I wanted to know who that man was and what they were talking about, even if it wasn’t any of my business. Was he an ex? Did he break Stellan’s heart? Did Stellan still harbor feelings for him?

Throwing up his hands, Stellan angrily muttered something to the man before stepping around him. But rather than head in my direction, like I expected him to, Stellan surprised me by walking toward the exit. My mouth fell open before I recovered and raced after him.

“Stellan!” I yelled when I stepped outside and couldn’t find him.

I scanned the parking lot and finally saw a tall figured leaning against the wall. Blowing out a breath, I ran my fingers through my hair and