suggestion, strummed with the amp turned up until Colt stormed in clutching his skull. It was what they needed; a moment that broke the tension.
I wished it worked for me.
My night had been plagued with visions of Lola. Her pouting lips, the curve of her neck, the way her dark hair fell wildly over her shoulders. Even her smell had been in my dreams. When I awoke, it was clinging in my very pores.
Then it faded, and I'd actually longed for it.
Seeing her that morning had soothed me briefly. Wrapped up in my fight with Brenda had made dealing with Lola's appearance easier, if only because I'd been forced to behave myself.
I didn't think I was dangerous. But now, with a horny beast coming to life inside of me, I had to wonder. If I was left alone with Lola, no one around to judge me or stop me... what would I do to her?
The thought of her mewling mouth sent my blood careened through me chaotically.
I was chaotic.
Fuck.
Leaning on the wall, I wrapped the wire from my mic around my fingers. I pretended it was her hair; my tugging became firmer.
“Yo,” Colt said, downing another palm full of pain meds for his headache. “We doing this or what? Pick a fucking song, maestro.”
In a burst of speed, I stepped into the dead center of the room. I was positive I saw Lola flinch, leaning away from me on her bench. Everything she did made my damn cock twinge with desire. How could one girl drive me so insane?
“Let's play Velvet Lost,” I grunted, acid coating my words. Hiding my hunger for Lola was so fucking hard. The only way to even try was to embrace my voracious anger.
“Fine, whatever,” Colt grumbled. His mood was bleak, but he only had himself to blame. He never should have gotten so drunk. But unlike Johnny, I'd never known Colt to let me down. When he started drumming, my confidence in him remained solid.
Together we began our mixture of sounds. Porter let the bass punctuate, making Lola's sweet licks of strings sound so clean.
Chugging from my water, I dropped the empty bottle aside. It fell, forgotten. “Sticky sweetness, burning fast. My love, my dear, this will be your last...” I whispered into the mic, letting the lyrics flow from my guts. Every song I ever wrote had a meaning. It was something the band had fought with me over.
I would tell them a lyric couldn't be changed. I'd fold my arms and stand my ground at Brenda's laments. It was my music, my fucking heart and core and blood.
No one was allowed to change it.
Looking straight at Lola, I gauged her playing. She wasn't struggling like yesterday. That was good. We didn't have the luxury of time for her mistakes. Softly I sang, “If I take you from the grave, you'll be mine... you'll be mine.”
Her eyes glimmered, sticking to me, then my lips. I spread them; a kiss across the room.
A promise I would taste her as soon as I found a way.
“Lost in time,” I hissed, all rocks and leather. “Your end is mine. My love will be your last.”
Just like that, Lola missed her mark. Dead air, a wrong note, she was stammering as much as if she'd forgotten her words during a public speech. To give her credit, she recovered and kept going. The knots in her neck and shoulders were pronounced.
Yesterday, when she'd kept making mistakes, I'd been attacked by disgust. Staring at her red skin, the sweaty sheen on her throat... I knew what was happening.
I finally understood.
When I sing at her, and she feels it, she can't control herself.
It was me that kept fucking her up.
Me.
The realization was awful and astounding all at once. What fucking power I had over her. I could make her so weak that she'd forget every bit of talent she had. She'd become as flawed as someone who'd never touched a guitar before.
I could break Lola.
That shouldn't have excited me so much.
Everyone was still playing. I'd always demanded perfection and hard work. Inside of me, a tempting wall of sin was tearing me in two. Lola needed to perform up to par. The band relied on her doing her best.
But the idea of seeing her crumbling because of me, to have that direct of a connection into her mind and body...
Fuck, it made me shiver.
When I sang my lines, my mouth was salivating. “Velvet lost on the skin of your bones,