Beast Brothers 2

I can feel the spell Aidan cast on me shattering into a million tiny pieces. My disappointment is shockingly deep. Even though he’s not my type at all, I really wanted my moment with him to be something real. It sure felt like it was at the time.

But I guess I’m just another girl to him. He’s probably good at making all of us feel like it’s real, while we’re with him.

Tonight has been like a thrilling roller coaster ride, and I’ve just pulled into the station wishing I’d never gotten on the ride. Well, actually, I guess my point is that I’m not getting on the ride, but now I wish I’d never even looked at the ride, since the ride is so fucking sexy.

Confession time: I haven’t been with a guy yet, not completely, and I don’t intend to waste my first time on a one-night hookup with a total manwhore. No matter how insanely, incredibly, ridiculously hot he may be.

Chapter 5

Aidan

The show’s going great tonight. Part of me wants to race through all our numbers so I can get back to Amber. I haven’t been able to spot her in the crowd, but the thought that she’s watching has me fired up.

Unless she isn’t watching. She didn’t know who I was, so she wasn’t here to see the band. Damn, I should have told her I was going onstage.

But it feels better to imagine that she’s out there somewhere, and I hope she is. All the dirty lyrics in our songs take on new meaning as I think about what I want to do to her later. She tasted so sweet, and I can’t wait to taste more of her. A lot more.

I see the usual faces in the front row. I smile at the girls, glad they keep coming back and bringing friends. I keep scanning, but Amber’s not part of the crowd jumping around down front. She doesn’t seem like the type, really, which makes her more intriguing.

Even after the way she responded to me, she wasn’t exactly throwing herself at me, and when I pressed my hips against her she didn’t try to take it farther. In fact, she seemed a bit wary.

Getting her in bed might actually take a little effort — and the thought of that nearly gets me hard again right here on stage.

Don’t get me wrong, I love easy girls and easy sex. Who wouldn’t? And things have only gotten crazier in that department since Throwback started getting popular. But I like a good challenge, too, and Amber’s like a mystery package I can’t wait to open.

Maybe she’s somewhere toward the back of the room, where the lighting blocks my view. I think about her watching me and feel the growl deep down in my throat as I sing about “going down to heaven.” I hope she knows I’m singing to her, and that I plan to be going down on her later tonight.

Chapter 6

Amber

I stick it out until the end of the show. I’m tempted to leave several times, but even though I want nothing more to do with Aidan, I can’t tear myself away.

It hurts a little watching him, seeing him strut and flirt with every woman in the room. And all he sings about is sex. Every single song seems to be about him doing something to a girl or a girl doing something to him … or at least he makes all the songs sound that way.

And from the way the women up front are yelling, I can tell he’s melting the panties right off them. A few times I catch myself being drawn in — I can’t imagine anyone conscious not being attracted to him — but then I see him lean down to touch a hand reaching out to him, or point to some random woman as he sings, and I snap back to my senses.

No matter what I felt on that patio, I’m no one special to him. He’s got enough charisma for ten people, judging from the crazy spell he cast over me. But I am strong; I can resist.

He’s definitely not right for me. I need a nice steady guy who doesn’t play around, who works hard the way I do, and has goals for his life beyond being a sex symbol. Of course, it wouldn’t hurt if he also looked like Aidan.

After what feels like forever, and at the same time only feels like a few minutes have passed, the show ends. Throwback does one encore number, and the crowd yells even louder than before, something I wouldn’t have thought possible.

Aidan’s hair is matted with sweat, another thing I don’t normally find appealing, but on him it adds to his primal sexiness. The last line he sings — Oh yeahhhhh — comes out like a moan, and then finally, the show is over.

The band members file offstage to the sound of yells and catcalls, and I turn to find Megan fanning herself with her hand. “My god, they were on fire tonight! Aidan is always hot — that’s the singer’s name, Aidan—”

“I know. I heard everyone yelling it,” I say. I haven’t decided if I’ll tell Megan what happened tonight. Something tells me I should keep it to myself. Now wouldn’t be the time anyway.

“He is always hot, but he was sizzling hot tonight. Whew! I just want to lick him!”

Megan cranes her neck, no doubt hoping the band will reappear, and I look past her to see Eric looking uncomfortable. I don’t understand why he hangs around.

“C’mon, Megan. We’d better get going,” he says. He takes her arm to steady her as the crowd pushes past us, heading for the door.

“Wait. I need to pee,” Megan says.

“We’ll wait here,” I say. I should go with her, but I’m trying to figure out if there’s any way I can tell Aidan I’m leaving. I told him I’d wait for him, and though a big part of me doesn’t want to risk falling under his spell again, I feel like I should say goodbye. Tell him I’m not going home with him.