Page 18 of Banging the Drummer

I am not fucking this up again.

That’s been my mantra all night and now the show is finally done. I need Luna back here now. Need my Moonbeam next to me, in my arms. Need to know I haven’t irrevocably messed things up with her.

It doesn’t take long for the girls to whoop and laugh their way backstage, all wearing their VIP lanyards. The girls disperse to the other guys leaving Luna and a new girl.

My girl spreads her arms wide, showing me her shirt.

Jar Jar Binks. Fuck me she’s hilarious.

I tilt my head back and laugh.

“Aww, Binksy, look at that,” Crue says. “She’s wearing your shirt.”

“Yeah, I see it.” I grab her hand and pull her with me through the rest of the band and crew until we’re alone.

“Moonbeam, you’re fucking perfect. Do you know that?”

She smiles up at me and I can’t hold back anymore. I want her in a way I’ve never wanted anything or anyone before.

I slam my mouth onto hers, lifting her as I do. She wraps her body around me like a baby koala, her core spread. I press her against the wall not giving a shit who can see us. I finally have this woman in my arms and I’m not ready to let her go.

She moans and then sucks on my tongue. I rock myself against her, knowing she can feel the steel length of my erection. It’s a damned miracle I haven’t split the zipper open.

Her fingers thread into my hair as we devour each other. There’s nothing romantic about this moment. This is raw and intense. An exercise in physical abandonment.

We lick into each other’s mouths. Tongues entangle.

She squeezes her legs around my hips, bumping herself against me.

“Luna,” I growl her name, then lick across her collarbone. “I want you. So fucking much.”

“Yes,” she breathes. Her fingers dig into my shoulders.

The friction of her jean-covered pussy against me is so good. It wouldn’t take much more to push me over the edge and having me coming in my boxers.

I nibble and kiss up her neck. “Please come back to the hotel with me. Spend the night with me. I want to see your gorgeous body laid out on the bed so I can feast on your curves all night long.”

“Yes, yes, oh God yes!” Her body shatters, rocking against mine, so I kiss her to swallow her cries.

I squeeze my eyes shut to try to reign in my own body’s release. I’ve just remembered we’re in a hallway in the maze of corridors that snake through the bowels of the concert arena. I just made her come against a wall right out here in the open where anyone could see.

I pull back from our kiss to find her looking at me, those dark blue eyes of hers glassy from her climax.

“Luna, I’m sorry. I got carried away. I just want you so much.”

She shakes her head. “It’s okay. I don’t think anyone saw us. I want you too.”

I let her down from my body, then thread our fingers together. “I can’t believe I can finally touch you.”

She gives me a smile. “Let’s go to the hotel and do all of those things you said.”

After taking the shortest shower in history at the arena, I take Luna’s hand and lead her to the waiting town car for us. I’ve never liked the flashiness of limousines, but I don’t love navigating new cities as a driver. Being snuggled in the backseat of a car with Luna is a perk I hadn’t anticipated.

“I can’t believe you wore that shirt,” I say.

“I told you I had always been your number one fan.” She turns in the seat to face me. “Did I tell you my cat’s name is Jar Jar?”

I bark out a laugh. “No, you did not.” I cup her cheek. “Your eyes are blue,” I say, stupidly.