AllFreeNovel
Share Us
"Are any of them here tonight?" I asked. I glanced around. I'd be just as excited to meet them as I would be to meet Tyler Quick. Maybe more so.
"That's a good question," Gabe said. He was the one looking smug now. He clearly knew the answer, and the answer was no.
"They were busy tonight," Tom admitted. "Otherwise they would have been here with bells on. Believe me, they'll be at many more events like this. Next tour, it'll be us headlining. In the meantime, if you want tickets, I'd be happy to fix you up." He directed the statement at me, but the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth suggested he was trying to get a rise out of Gabe at the same time.
"We'd love tickets," I said. "Wouldn't we?" I gave Gabe a meaningful look.
"If you want to go, I'd be happy to take you," Gabe said. "I might have to borrow a pair of ripped jeans so I can look the part."
"Only my older brother would ever say a sentence like that," Tom said. "You know you can buy designer jeans with rips in them, right?"
"I'm aware of that," Gabe said. "I happen to think spending a lot of money on something that's already broken is ridiculous. Why would I want to buy something that's already ripped?"
"No one could ever claim you were a fashion icon," Tom told him.
"I never aspired to be one," Gabe retorted. "You know clothing is one of the biggest areas of waste in the world? Buying something only intended to be worn once is a criminal way to treat the planet. Once is exactly the amount of times I'd wear a pair of ripped jeans."
"You have some work to do with this guy." Tom jerked his thumb towards Gabe. "I appreciate his stance on the environment, but he seems to think enjoying himself for five minutes would have a negative impact on the planet."
"It might," Gabe argued. "People don't think enough about the things they do and the consequences." He exhaled out his nose. "Fortunately, Tom's label is very environmentally conscious. They've endeavoured to reduce their carbon footprint as much as possible with each tour. Which isn't easy, given the planes and vehicles required to move a rock band and all their equipment around."
"If Gabe had his way, there wouldn't be any tours," Tom said.
Gabe rounded on him. "I'm not that much of a stick in the mud, asshole. I'm just interested in finding a balance, where possible. Is there anything wrong with that?"
I put a hand on his arm to calm him, although seeing him so passionate was fascinating and more than a bit arousing. "Of course there isn't. It's good to see someone who cares so much about the future of the planet. And the future of your brother and his band." I raised my eyebrows at Tom.
"He has been very supportive, even when our parents weren't," Tom said finally. "If he hadn't given me a nudge to follow my dreams, I'd probably be working for our parents too. And going absolutely fucking crazy doing it."
"You were never meant to work in an office," Gabe told him. "Your music makes a lot of people happy. That's also important. And it makes you happy. That was why I told you to take the leap."
"When are you going to take your own advice?" Tom asked.
Gabe shrugged. "I'm doing what I'm meant to be doing."
"No one is meant to work twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week," Tom said. "Nor is anyone meant to do what their mother tells them to for just as many hours."
Gabe had no answer for that, but he was saved from having to come up with one when one of the label executives called for everyone's attention to make a speech about Tom's band and their new album.
"Come with me," Gabe whispered in my ear.
"What?" I said without looking around at him.
"He's going to blather on for ages. No one will notice if we slip out now." He took my arm and pulled me away towards one of the doorways that led out of the room.
I glanced back, but no one was looking at us. All of Irena's attention was on the executive, and her younger son, not on the fact her older son and I were slipping out.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Anywhere but here." He dropped his hand from my arm to lace his fingers in mine. He led me down a dark corridor to an open door at the other end of the building.
I barely had time to look around us before he was kissing me. At first, nothing more than a brush of lips, but quickly becoming firmer, hungrier.
I kissed him back, my arms around his neck. His lips tasted sweet, his kisses gentle but at the same time demanding. He pressed my back against the wall and slid his hands down my side to my hips.
We kissed until we were breathless, then went on kissing. He let one of his hands wander down to my thigh and up, under the hem of my dress. He rucked up the fabric and slid his hand across the gusset of my panties, over my pussy.
The feather light touch sent shivers all the way through me. In a heartbeat or two, my panties were drenched.
