Play With Me - Brittany Cournoyer Page 0,9

eyes and tattooed skin.

I was fucked. And not in a good way.

Hopefully the powerful orgasm would reset my brain and tomorrow all would return to normal. Otherwise, I wasn’t sure what I’d do. And as I washed up, I kept telling myself it was only a fluke and hoped I’d never have to see him again. But the tiny sadistic part of me was thrilled about the possibility and curious what would happen if I did.

And that was the part of myself I hated the most.

4

Stellan

“You guys want a drink?” I asked my band members as I walked toward the fridge.

“I’ll have a beer,” Baylor shouted over the other guys, who opted for water like me.

“It’s not even five yet,” I reminded him.

“It is somewhere.”

I rolled my eyes but grabbed the bottles of water and a beer for Baylor before returning to the living room to pass them out. We’d just finished a rehearsal, which we always had at my place because I lived in the middle of nowhere.. We could be as loud as we wanted, and no one would care except for the local wildlife. I had an entire setup in a spare room so Baylor didn’t have to cart around his drums and Maverick could practice on a piano rather than a keyboard.

“So what did you think of Clancy’s?” Maverick asked once we were all seated and had rehydrated.

“It was great. I liked the vibe it had,” Weston said.

“Yeah, the crowd was great,” Baylor added with a wolfish grin.

“Who’d you take home?” I asked.

Baylor launched into a description of a stunning brunette in a sapphire blue dress. I barely paid him any attention, or any of the other guys chiming in, until Maverick said something to capture my attention.

“This Saturday.”

“What about Saturday?” I asked.

“Were you not paying attention?”

I shrugged. “Do I ever?”

“Touché. I was saying Shapiro put us down to play there again this Saturday.”

“Really?” I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “I’d heard Clancy’s is particular about their performers, so that’s a good sign, right?”

“You heard right. The bartender, Mina, was telling me about George—the owner—and how it was a big deal that he gave us the greenlight since he doesn’t like to stray from his normal bands.”

“Of course you got the bartender’s name,” Baylor piped up.

Maverick shrugged. “She was nice.”

“Is that all? Or were you trying to take her home?” Weston asked.

“That’s all. She was fun to talk to.” His response was stilted and had an as if tone.

“She turned you down, didn’t she?” I joked, since that wasn’t Maverick’s way of doing things at all. In the time I’d played with the guys, I’d never noticed him taking anyone home or heard him talk about his dating life much—not like Baylor, who tended to overshare.

“I didn’t bother trying. Especially after she mentioned her girlfriend.”

While the other guys sent jabs his way and chided him about Mina, my mind wandered back to Foster, and a little thrill shot through me at the idea of seeing him again. But it was only Wednesday, so that meant I had three days to wait, or to get my shit together. Because the fact of the matter was, he was only the bartender for the place I played a gig at, nothing more. Even if we had that spark of something, it could’ve easily been static electricity. And getting worked up and allowing that one moment to take control of my brain wasn’t going to cut it. I had plenty of men in my contacts to bed and my gigs at different bars to keep me busy. I didn’t have time to think about the bartender.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that, buddy, I thought with a snort. Because Foster was all I’d thought about since going home the night I met him. Memories of his soft brown eyes, pouty lips, and the way they parted when our skin touched filled my brain every chance they could. And I yearned to know what his gasp sounded like out loud.

“Where else are we playing this week?” I asked, trying to shake off any thoughts of whether to quiet Foster would be more vocal during other things—like fucking.

Maverick pulled out his phone and after hitting a few buttons all our phones vibrated simultaneously, signaling we had a new message. I pulled my phone from my pocket to look at the schedule he’d sent us and nodded. We had one on Thursday and Friday at our typical places, The Piano Bar and Lady’s Place, as