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Every set of freaking eyes drawn right to the strong jaw that only smiles when he’s good and fucking ready. To the tattoos that pop like street art on grey-washed walls, accented with glinting piercings that scream that there is definitely more hardware beneath the clothes that meld to his sculpted body and beg to be peeled off.
To which I am certain there are plentyof willing women—and men—ready to do just that with only their teeth.
And I cannot be one of them.
I did have a crush on Fin back when he played for the Saltwater Skulls, the band he was with before As Above got ahold of him. Way back when I saw him play some of his first live shows. Before he was completely covered in ink and piercings.
And as long as I don’t act on it, then Jeremy’s bullshit rots along with him, and I don’t have an extra voice nagging me in the back of my mind.
“C,” Aria leans in until her face is kind of in my line of sight, her belly preventing her from moving much farther. “You hear me?”
No way Fin would remember that night … right?
He would have brought it up by now.
“Uh-huh.” I force a breath and blink away the trance the man puts me in with a hand through my hair. “Just tell him to come over after the show.”
Chapter Four
Fin
“Sohowdidwemanage to both openandclose the show?” Mac asks like he expects an answer from any one of us. Meanwhile, my eyes wander over the party thrown in Rex’s baby momma’s shop for the woman of the hour and try to tune out the work conversation going on right next to my head.
That’s for tomorrow’s band to figure out.
Tonight is to let loose.
Except the place is mostly filled with people I see on a weekly, if not a daily basis, and is not at all what I thought this pre-show party would turn out to be.
“Do you even need to ask that question?” Leo’s glass smacks the surface he sits it on with an eye roll I knowthe band manager is throwing at the drummer without even seeing it, because these guys have lived through the fog of it all together and still irritate the fuck out of one another. Since they were kids, they’ve dreamt of this and now that we’re all here, it’s still hard as hell to believe.
“Umm, because you’re not that great, pea brain. So …” Mac’s shrug bumps my shoulder and draws my attention back to the bandmates that refuse to leave each other’s sides, even when not on the stage. Unless they’re in love like Rex.
I guess it’s hard when two of them are brothers—of the twin kind.
“Maybe it’s because of the singles,” Toby, the secondary guitarist slash bassist, and resident definition of intoxication for our band, as evidenced by his permanently glazed-over brown eyes, pipes up like the conversation is a real one to debate and answer as he smooths a hand down his dark beard.
“Yeah!” Mac, wide-eyed, nods in a faux enthusiasm that has his dark blond curls flipping over the top of his trademarked bandana headband and a chuckle slipping past my lips. “That’s it.”
“Shut up, Einstein.” I witness Leo’s ice blue irises flipping to the ceiling this time and lift my glass for a sip that hides my snicker. “Look at him.” The manager gestures across the room with his drink hand—effectively changing the subject before anyone’s feelings can get hurt—to the vocalist of our band leaning over his very pregnant and grinning fiancé. “Allgagaand shit.”
“Hey.” Mac’s hand snaps out, his knuckles connecting with Leo’s broad chest that I know is covered in tats beneath that crisp white shirt he wears like a CEO instead of a rocker. “Don’t talk about baby girl like that.”
“I was pointing at your fucking brother,” Leo growls.
“Jesus.” It’s my turn to roll my eyes as the two start trading knuckles and pull a few snickers from those close enough to watch it go down.
Leo grunts as he snags Mac’s flinging hand and holds him back from making further contact. “Would you fucking quit.”
“Never.”
Snorting, I shake my head and step away from the chaos with drink in hand before I get sucked in and lose any chance of getting laid tonight.
Which really isn’t going to happen here anyway.
Pulling out my phone as I leave Leo and Mac behind with a tipsy Toby, I search the nearest clubs and scroll through socials for where the real pre-show party is supposed to be.
Except, I come up empty.
