Kai pulls up a stool and lowers the mic. Taking his seat with his guitar strapped over his chest, brown shaggy hair hangs across his eyes. His hand shifts, brushing his hair back, and he smiles when one of the girls from the hotel screams out, “I love you, Kai.” His dimples pierce straight through me, owning my soul.
His voice comes out so soft and smooth, it is sexual and romantic the way he strums his guitar. “If this is what being hurt by you feels like, then…I love pain…” No lyric has ever rung truer for me. “Being loved is just like being suffocated.”
His fingers move through the chords with ease, and he looks at me, his eyes burning with desire. “I’m on fire,” he sings the chorus, and I die a little on the inside. “I’ll be your pain, and you’ll be my biggest regret…you set me on fire. Give me your love and suffocate me…I’m on fire.”
The crowd is loving it. I can’t believe he is singing our words. We wrote that together, my boyfriend and I wrote an amazing song, and people are loving it. I make sure to try to get a close-up of each of the guys equally as I capture their performance. I pan around and get a shot of the epic crowd. This is insane. Kai ditches the stool and they do a cover of Mudshovel, by Staind.
I am in awe watching them. Jake is killing it on the drums, his shirt is off, and the girls in the audience are screaming about how sexy he is. I hear one girl say how she wants to lick the dragon on Vance’s head. I so hope I got that in the video, so I can tease him with it later. Raven is going to flip her shit because she missed this.
Kai is holding the mic tightly between his ha
nds and growling the hard lyrics out to the crowd. The audience joins in singing the chorus with him. He holds the mic out to them. The sound is deafening, but I swear I am watching my boyfriend start his career. I can feel it. If that agent is here and watching, he is going to snatch them up in a heartbeat. He would be insane not to want them.
I about lose my shit when Kai invites me on stage to sing a duet with him. I shake my head no, he points his finger at me, and the crowd cheers me on. I nervously walk onto the stage. I hope I don’t let him down. This night is so important to him.
When I hear what song we are singing my eyes bug out of my head. Kai and I have only ever goofed off singing this in the car together. We sing, Future Starts Slow, by The Kills. It’s my favorite.
Kai leans up against me playing his guitar sharing the mic with me. We sing our hearts out, as if we have always been a duo. I so hope someone is getting this on film.
“Katie Francis, everyone,” Kai says, throwing a wink at me as I exit the stage.
They do a few more covers and it is over.
Kai rushes from the stage, hands his guitar to Hunter, and gives me a sloppy, sweaty kiss. I jump him, wrapping my legs around his waist and clasping my hands around his neck. “I’m so proud of you, Kai.”
“Does this mean I killed it and get to see what you wanted to show me?”
“No, but you can feel it for now,” I tease.
He falls back into the wall, banging my knees in the process, but I soon forget that it hurts when his finger grazes the thin white lace triangle covering my waxed vagina. I can feel Kai’s arousal pressing into my thigh. He is so hard right now, and I am pretty sure my ass is hanging out of my dress, but I don’t care. I feel high on him…I am high from this whole night. His fingers dig into my butt cheeks and one of the bouncer’s whistles saying, “nice ass.”
“Killing me, Kai. Want you so bad.” I throw his words at him.
He takes my cue and carries me down the hallway leading to the back door. He kicks the metal door open with his foot with one strong thump. The cool air of the night hits my face, and I can taste the salt from the ocean on the tip of Kai’s tongue. My back is pressed into the hard brick of the building. His pants are unzipped, and my thong is shoved to the side. He takes me hard and fast against the wall. The brick is tearing at my butt cheeks, but Kai giving me all of him takes my mind off the pain.
I am going to look rough as hell tomorrow but being with Kai is worth any amount of hurt.
Hunter comes looking for us just as Kai is sliding me down from the wall. My dress gets snagged on the brick and tears slightly. Kai pulls his shirt off and gives it to me to cover my ass with.
“Man, there is some dude in a suit looking for you.”
I squeeze Kai’s hand. This. Is. It.
Chapter 21
I am clutching Kai’s hand when the man in the suit hands him his business card. Holy shit. I recognize him, well his name. He is not just some agent—he is the agent. This guy has discovered at least ten of my favorite Indie bands. I step back and give Kai and the guys privacy to talk with him.
I watch my guy with pride and tears swelling in my eyes as he shakes hands with Clive Owens, agreeing to see him tomorrow before we leave town. After Clive walks away, Kai whispers in my ear, “You know what I will always remember about tonight, that will stick out the most?”
“What’s that?”
“That you totally just met Clive Owens with my cum running down your thigh.” He cracks a smile, flashing his dimples in my direction.
Can I just die now?
“Shut up, Kai.” I bury my head in his shoulder. “Well, you’re shirtless,” I tease but it is nowhere near the same.
I go to the bathroom and try to make myself look somewhat normal while Kai and the guys load the van. My dress is trashed. But hot sex with Kai Cooper against the side of a building is totally worth it.