Page 273 of Fame & Chaos

I watch Danger plant a massive kiss on Ella, raising an eyebrow at the public display. Then I spot Chad wandering off stage, twirling his drumsticks through his fingers with a grin that could light the arena. Before he notices the live romance novel unfolding behind us, I dart over and hook him in a headlock. “What a fucking great night, hey?” I ask, finally letting him go.

He smacks me across the back of the head with one of his drumsticks. “Yeah, we were on fire tonight.” His gaze starts drifting toward Danger and Ella again.

“Hey, we should grab a beer to celebrate. Green room?”

He looks back at me and nods while I sneak another glance over my shoulder. Danger and Ella are practically dry-humping against the side of the stage.

“Yeah, beer sounds great, mate.” He hooks an arm around my neck and punches me in the ribs, considerably harder this time.

“Hey, ease up, turbo.” I steer him toward the green room.

“Sorry. Forgot you’re an old man of twenty-six now. You’re practically decaying as we speak.”

I ruffle his hair, and he swings another punch. “Not the damn hair!”

Chuckling, I glance back toward the stage. Ella and Danger have finally separated now that Dee’s wandered over. I shake my head and pull out my phone to text Indi.

Me: So what did you think?

I hit send before walking into the green room, then I grab two beers from the refrigerator, hand one to Chad, and then head for the couch, hoping to steal a few minutes with my girl.

Indi: Sorry, I missed it. I was washing my hair.

My eyes widen.

Seriously?

I frown as I type.

Me: Seriously? That sucks. :(

I hit send, more disappointed than I’d like to admit. Missing our first headline show? Ouch. My phone buzzes almost immediately. I’m still annoyed, but curiosity wins.

Indi: Only kidding. I saw the whole thing. :) Fuck, I love watching you on stage. You’re so fucking sexy! I had to stop myself from touching myself like seven times. SEVEN TIMES! I kid you not. And when I saw you touch your bottom lip, I nearly cried. I wanted to climb through my computer and kiss you. You’re so sweet, you know that? Are you having fun?

I bite back a grin, though I can’t do much about the twitch in my pants. Just the thought of her getting turned on watching me has my body responding.

Me: You little minx! I’m so glad you liked it. I was performing for you, you know. Only because I knew you were watching. Next time, please do touch yourself… and record it for me, will you? ;) I’d love to see that. Am I having fun? Hell yes. This is amazing, baby. I just wish you were here because then it’d be perfect. But getting to talk to you is enough to keep me going. I was going to head to the after-party, but are you up for some FaceTime?

I hit send, and my cock gives another traitorous twitch.

It’s the opening night of our first world headline tour. I should probably be celebrating with everyone else. Instead, all I can think about is Indi in that red lace corset.

Indi: I think I can arrange that. Are you sure you don’t want to go to your party and then FaceTime later?

Me: Nope. I can be back at the hotel in fifteen minutes. Can you wear that red lace corset thing I bought you?

I send the message, grin to myself, and discreetly adjust my jeans before taking another swallow of beer and heading for the door.

“Where you going?” Chad calls.

I glance around. “Back to the hotel.”

He frowns. “Mate… the after-party?”

I shrug and take another long drink before saying, “I have a date.” He arches an eyebrow. “FaceTime sex,” I clarify.

He bursts out laughing and nods. “Right, well, you have fun with that. I’m gonna go and get laid by some Stockholmian bird,” he says, and I tilt my head to the side.