Dangerous Rock (Dangerous Noise 3)

It's one of Anne's favorites. She used to play it all the time. I know it well.

It's incredibly sexy.

He groans through the first verse.

Three a.m. and I can't slee-eee-eee-eep

A commooon refraaaiiiin I knooooww

As a sentiment, ah, uh, oh, oh it's cheap.

Someone to caaaalll

To hoooold

To lo-e-e-e-e-ove

No way, uh, that word…

She smiles, mmmh, and I drift away.

God dammit. My entire body is buzzing. I let my eyes fall closed. I let the sounds of Joel's groans wash over me.

He's putting the original singer to shame.

Okay, maybe I'm a little biased.

Joel isn't nearly as on pitch as Miles is.

But the way he's moaning and groaning is every bit as good as the original song.

Better even.

He dials it up during the chorus, his eyes glued to mine. Then he's looking at his other fans, motions give me more.

"Sing this part with me," he groans into the mic.

And then everyone, even Mal, is singing the chorus with him.

Joel pulls his hand to his chest in a dramatic gesture. His eyes flutter closed. He belts out the last verse with all the heart he can muster.

He groans through the outro.

Then he hands the mic off to Mal, sits next to me, and whispers in my ear. "How was it?"

I try to play coy. "Not bad?"

"Not bad?" He turns his body, so he's blocking the rest of the room from view. Then he's sliding his hand under my skirt. "Should I check?"

"You were great."

He pulls his hand back to his sides and whispers in my ear. "I still want to fuck you in that bathroom."

God help me, I very much want him to fuck me in that bathroom. I nod.

"But not until we're done with this."

"Tease."