needed them to breath.
Then the lights switched places, the low, blue tone setting over me, while the bright white found Raina, standing in the middle with her sunglasses and hair piled high.
The woman, whom some would consider bite size, began to belt out the second verse.
The crunch in the bite,
That I’ve always liked,
Is tempting me beyond my might,
I can’t take this,
I need to give into the desire,
Throw my white flag and let you light me on fire,
I couldn’t take my eyes from her while she sashayed over to Rocket.
Her voice was angelic. Listening to her sing them so delicately, treat my lyrics with such beauty, it sent a pang right to my chest, so much that I missed a chord while she and Rocket were continuing to sing.
Quickly bouncing back, I needed to get my head in the game, finding my spot on the main stage.
My blue spotlight morphed back to white, while I began to sing. I knew Raina was close by without even opening my eyes to see her. She always had that affect on me. Like a stupid fucking magnet. Chills ran up my spine when her voice began to mesh with mine toward the end of the third Chorus.
Then came our tiny duet.
Don’t let me give in,
Would you catch me if I do?
Except I’m craving it too,
Then what do we do?
Because I’m craving you too…
“Okay, hold on, let’s talk,” Sebastian started, waving his hands and jumping up on stage. “Gunner, STOP!” He shouted, marching toward the drum set and smacking the symbol to get his attention.
I finally peeled my eyes from Raina, darting my gaze to anywhere but on her. Her head was in the opposite direction, her arms crossed with the microphone in her hand.
Sebastian came up to us, his jaw set in a firm line. “I understand you both don’t see eye to eye on a lot of things, but in order for this to work, I’m going to need to see some feeling, some interaction between the two of you.”
Marco came over by us, nodding his head. “Sebastian is right, we need more connection. How about you share Jet’s microphone?”
Sebastian agreed. “Yes, that will help. Look into each others eyes, too. As if you’re actually craving each other.”
I narrowed my eyes at Sebastian, and he didn’t bat an eye. Good thing he made me promise to not throw a fit during rehearsals. He knew what he was doing, and he knew I was going to call him out on it.
“Sweetheart, how about you take off your sunglasses? That might help give us a better feel for what we need to work on with stage chemistry,” Marco asked.
“I can assure you, Marco, Raina will be showing her emotions thoroughly tonight at the concert. She needs to keep the sunglasses on for now.”
“Of course, let’s try it again, just from the end of the second chorus,” Marco said, following Seb to the side of the stage.
I raised an eyebrow, attempting to hold in my smirk. “Can’t take the sunglasses off? Did you run into a door or something?”
“Shut up, Jet,” She huffed under her breath.
“I wish I could,” I muttered back.
“You make this really difficult, you know that?” She bit back. Her eyes might have been covered, but I knew she was glaring at me.
I shrugged and stepped into her space. “Feelings are mutual, sweetheart.”
Gunner sounded his drumsticks, and the music began to play, my fingers focusing on the strings.
Raina stepped up to the plate, only a couple of feet between us now, barely enough room for me to play my guitar. I concentrated hard on the chords, ignoring her proximity the best I could, but it was really difficult.
She was right there, smelling so fucking good, her tits pressing against the cotton of her t-shirt perfectly. All I could think about was how they would look without her shirt on, without a bra on.
Did she have little pink nipples?
Big dark ones?
How would she moan if I flicked my tongue around them? Gave them a rough, yet gentle, tug with my teeth?
My cock stirred in my pants, and I was grateful for my guitar covering my dick.
Then she started singing again, and my cock was practically doing somersaults.
We shared the microphone, our mouths merely inches apart from each others. Although every ounce of me wanted to ignore Sebastian and Marco’s requests to connect on stage, I was drawn to her, my body being pulled into her small frame. If I didn’t have to hold my