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The next thing I know, the emcee of the show says, “Ladies and gentlemen, our next act is a local musician, right here from Seaside, Oregon. Let’s welcome to the stage, Jax Cartwright.”
That’s my cue to walk on stage. The lights are blinding, and I’m thankful to have them because it makes it so I truly can’t see much of the audience. I’m not using a stool tonight, as it’s only one song. I’ve chosen this song because it’s a crowd favorite at Pop’s as well as my most viral, according to Sloane.
As I walk on stage, my nerves linger, but I’m quickly put at ease by James Colins, the main judge for tonight’s show. “Hi, Jax. I’m happy to have you here. Can you tell us all what you’re singing for us tonight?”
Reaching for the mic, I step closer. “I’m singing a song I wrote, called ‘Believing in Me.’ At the time I wrote it, it wasn’t about anyone in particular—but now I wish I’d written it about my biggest fan.” Turning to Sloane, I say, “Thanks for believing in me.”
“Are you ready?” another judge named Janet asks.
Nodding, I wait for the emcee to make my final introduction. “Let’s make some noise for Jax Cartwright, everyone!”
Once I strum the first chord, time ceases to exist. My nerves are left behind as I transport to this place in my head where it’s only me and my music. I pretend that instead of being on stage in front of thousands, I’m merely singing this to Sloane in her bedroom, as I’ve practiced a few times over the last week or so.
I sing about taking a chance on something and giving it my all. I sing about not knowing how to move on, until I found the person who believes in me. Leaving my heart and soul on the stage, I give this performance my all. As I sing my final note, I’m brought out of my trance by deafening screams and applause.
The lights are turned down, and I finally catch a glimpse of just how many people are here. Holy shit. I’m so glad I couldn’t see anything before I went on. This crowd is insane. I never imagined playing for a group this big.
When the lights return and the emcee says, “Let’s hear it again for Jax Cartwright.” I remember to bow, smile, and wave like they told us to in the preshow meeting yesterday.
If I thought my adrenaline was pumping after a show at Pop’s, it has nothing on how I feel in this moment. Words can’t describe the energy zipping through my veins. I’ve never felt so alive.
As soon as I exit the stage, I walk straight into Sloane’s awaiting arms. “You did it!”
Unable to control my excitement, I reach my hand behind her neck and pull her in for a sensual kiss. One that shows she’s the reason I’m flying this high. She’s the one who pushed me to get on that stage and sing my fucking heart out. I—fucking—did it! I conquered one of my biggest fears, and I know exactly what I want to do for the rest of my life.
When we break apart for air, I lean down, pressing my forehead to hers. I excitedly ask, “Now what?”
Chuckling, she kisses me chastely before shaking her head as her eyes dance in anticipation. “We wait.”
Jax’s pent-up energy flows through us as we fling ourselves through my bedroom door. We kiss in the stairwell, and I don’t know how long it took us, but we just now made it to my room. Waiting to leave the competition was torture. I couldn’t wait to celebrate with him properly.
Wanting to feel every inch of him, I drag his shirt up his muscled chest, kissing his sexy body as I go.
“I’m gonna kiss every square inch of you,” I promise.
“You won’t hear me complain.” Jax chuckles, ripping his shirt over his head. “But if I’m getting naked, so are you.”
Quickly removing my shirt and bra, I slide my hands to the buckle of his belt, Jax’s eyes fill with liquid heat as a moan escapes his lips in anticipation. It takes no time at all to undo his belt and have his jeans crumpled on the floor.
Damn. This man is so sexy and with the way he’s looking at me, I might become his next meal. But first, I’m determined to have my way with him.
Kissing the hard planes of his chest, I reach into his boxer briefs and stroke his lengthening cock. I can’t wait to ride him later, but now, I’m dying for a taste.
“Oh… Sloane… You’re driving me fucking crazy.”
“In the best way possible, I hope,” I tease, licking down his abs.
Needing a better angle, I drop to my knees, taking his boxers with me to the floor. His glorious cock springs free, begging for attention.
Knowing it drives him wild, I cup his balls as I gently squeeze his length. Desire flows through me as his cock somehow hardens further in my fist. Licking my tongue along my lips in anticipation, I lean forward and take him in.
Sweeping my tongue under the head of his cock, I swirl around the tip. When a low moan escapes, I take things up a notch by fisting his base and sucking him in deep. In and out, my tongue swirls around the tip before moving down and taking him in to the hilt.
“Fuck… Sloane… That feels good.”
His hands fist my hair as he guides me just how he likes it.
I take this as my cue to hollow my cheeks and suck harder.
