did, but being up there with him like this…I could certainly see how he could. It was exhilarating!
X hit off the smooth bass line, Flipper picked up the heartbeat, and I realized that Phil meant to perform this with me onstage.
Holy shit!
His arm slipped around my waist, and he steadied me, holding my rubbery ass up, as I clung to him for the strength I needed to stay up here at all.
“A hot summer’s end found you in my arms…”
For the love of all that is holy…
“I knew then my soul had never been my own. My sweetest dream, you had me in your grip. I’d never be lost again, I had found my only home. Yet still, out of my world you tripped…”
He really was singing it to me, his sex-inducing baritone caressing out the simple words. His eyes never left mine, and I stood firmly, filled with his passion and strength. At one point, he released me to stand on my own, and he could sing the screaming bits without having to do so in my face. It was an intense performance for the audience, but he wasn’t performing to me. He was honestly sharing the pain he had gone through, the desperation he had felt in trying to make sure I would wait for him.
All I could do was stand there and watch, both loving and hating the parts where he lost it, bending in half, screaming into the microphone, the tortured madman. Toward the end, the song slowed down sweetly. He took my hand and pressed my palm to The Tattoo, his real heart pounding beneath it.
“You’re my peace, my sanctuary, my home. Can you feel me?”
I nodded, and he smiled.
“No more waitin’, your soul is callin’ to me.”
Did he change the lyrics beforehand, or is this all sort of an ad-libbed thing going on? It’s brilliant, either way.
“Not since the day I found you again, Baby Girl, have I been anythin’ other than free…”
Hugging me close, he held the mic away from us and whispered in my ear, “I love you, Kenna. Thank you.”
“What for?” I whispered back, clinging to him, pressing myself as close as possible, his sweat soaking through my shirt.
“For everything. Think you can walk offstage now?”
I nodded, and he pulled back and smiled.
Bringing the mic around, he said to me, to everyone, “I wanna kiss your sweet mouth, but you’re the prettiest little sugar skull I’ve ever seen, and I don’t wanna wreck you with my ugly face.”
The crowd roared and cheered.
“She’s fuckin’ stunnin’, ain’t she?”
An epic tide of cheers washed over us.
“I’m totally gonna eat my sugar skull later though. You can bet on that.”
“Ass,” I hissed, laughing.
“Mmm…maybe that, too.”
“I’m leaving now.”
“I’m right behind you.”
I turned, and he smacked my ass—in front of twenty-thousand people! I all but ran off the stage.
“Wave good-bye, Baby Girl!” he called after me.
I waved to the crowd just as I stepped out of sight. Sheri, Alys, Lili, and Vivian all jumped around me and squealed like teenagers.
“Fuck, I think I need a drink!” I laughed. “Or three!”
“You were amazing!” Sheri laughed and hugged me. “That was so unexpected, and you went with it beautifully! I was so scared that you would pass out!”
“You and me both!” I replied.
Our Boys were bowing as one, their arms around each other.
Phil saluted his Namaste to the audience. “Thank you, Los Angeles! Have a fuckin’ awesome Halloween!”
Then, he was stalking toward me, a light burning bright in his eyes. If his face hadn’t been covered in makeup, it would have been his furious face—his seriously turned-on face. Without a word, he grabbed me, hauling me into his arms, making me yelp in surprise.
Fuck the awesome face paint.
He grabbed my head and slammed his mouth onto mine, shoving his tongue past my teeth and staking his claim once more. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and kissed him back.
Before I knew it, he was dragging me off somewhere in this maze of a place before finding an unlocked door to a utility room. Wrenching it open, he tossed me in and followed. His hands reached out, and his fingers popped open my fly and tugged my loose jeans and underwear to my knees.
“Phil!” I hissed, a little shocked.
“Shut it,” he growled in reply. He lifted me up against the door with his shoulders braced under my legs, shoving my knees into my armpits. He fumbled with his own fly for a second before I felt the swollen head