I was a selfish, heartless person who didn’t deserve this man.
Chapter Twenty-One
Sax
The next few weeks were a blur. Between rehearsals, managing the band, and spending time with Micah, I was exhausted. Would I change anything? Hell, no—except maybe allowing myself more hours in a day.
Things with Micah felt like they intensified every fucking day. Every day she had me feeling more and more for her. I was past smitten. I’d full-blown fallen for this chick, and in a big way.
I smirked at her as she sat on the floor of my living room, painting her nails. Her face was creased in concentration, as if she were performing brain surgery instead of slapping a coat of bright pink paint on her toenails.
“I’m thinking you weren’t very good at coloring within the lines when you were a kid,” I said as the brush slipped, sending a streak of pink across her big toe.
She looked up at me and stuck her tongue out. “Sorry, but I wasn’t lucky enough to have coloring books,” she shot back. “We were lucky to have food.”
I chuckled and walked over to her. Dropping to the floor, I pulled her onto my lap.
“Careful, or you’ll end up with bright pink carpet,” she giggled, wrapping her arms around my neck. I pressed my mouth against hers, running my tongue over her soft lips. “I love it when you kiss me,” she breathed, her cheeks glowing pink.
“What about when I do this?” I murmured. I slipped my hand up under her top, rolling her nipple over my fingers.
She whimpered and softly rocked her hips against mine, which drove my cock crazy. “Excited?” she teased, biting her lip.
I narrowed my eyes and kissed her. As if my rock-hard erection pressing against her thigh wasn’t a dead giveaway. “You don’t want to tease me,” I warned, running my hand up the inside of her thigh.
She stiffened, her eyes widening.
“Oh, you like that, huh?” I chuckled.
“I think someone’s here,” she whispered. Her face went white as she stared behind me.
I pushed her off me and turned around to see Harry standing there, his eyes flashing with anger. “Don’t you knock?” I sputtered, getting to my feet.
“I did,” he said, his voice colder than ice. “Seems you were a bit preoccupied.” He shook his head and laughed. “I gotta go.”
“Hey, wait a minute. What
’s your problem?” I said, walking after him. “You storm in here like you own the place and now you’re running off like an upset little girl.”
Harry glared at me, disbelief clouding his eyes. “Dude, I’m pissed because you’re fucking the one thing that can make something of this band,” he growled, his pale blue eyes flashing with anger. “What happens when you fuck it up? Because let’s face it, everything you touch turns to shit.”
He stalked outside, slamming the door behind him.
What the hell was that? I wandered back into the living room and sank down onto the sofa. Micah sat next to me. She reached for my hand, and just by the feel of her touch, I felt myself relax.
“Are you okay?” she asked. “He was really angry.”
“He was.” I shook my head. “I’m fine, I just…” My voice trailed off. I had known it would be an issue if he ever found out about me and Micah, but I honestly didn’t think it would be that big of a problem.
It seemed no matter what I did, he had a problem with it. I just couldn’t win.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Micah
“Where exactly are we going?” I asked, wrapping my jacket closer to my waist. He pointed straight ahead to an old church. “You’re taking me to church?” I stated. “You? Saxon Waite?”
He laughed, his voice low and husky. “It’s a refuge for troubled kids. I come here a few times a week and jam with them.”