Dangerous Rock (Dangerous Noise 3)

And he's winking at me.

I didn't think I cared about rock stars.

But the way he commands all the attention on stage…

The way he's blowing a kiss at me as he takes a seat at his drum kit…

All the girls in the audience want him.

But they can't have him.

He's mine.

Only for a while, yeah.

But he is mine.

Joel is fucking amazing.

Mal and Ethan and Kit…

They're amazing too.

Mal sings with this breathy voice. He sounds like he's in pain. Or in the middle of an incredibly vigorous fuck.

And Ethan has this adorable boyish charm.

And Kit is all mysterious and sexy.

But Joel…

Joel is an animal. He's there, lost in the music, exactly where he's supposed to be.

Halfway through the set, he tosses his shirt aside.

He's even sexier without it.

My eyes stay glued to him for the rest of the show. The music, the energy of the crowd, the way my hips are swaying with the beat—I love everything about being up in the front row.

But it can't compare to watching Joel play.

He's a fucking rock god.

And I want him.

I want him so badly I can't breathe.

But I can't have him again. Not until I know where we stand.

19

Joel

The second I get off stage, Kit shoots me a come here, now look.

"You want some, you'll have to ask, Lockhart. I'm a married man now," I say.

He shakes his head, not buying my banter for a second. "You were calling her angel before."