“I’m a little nervous, Ty.” I reached up and took his index finger in mine. “I’ve never been backstage at a show like this.”
“Sergey will be with you the whole time.” He squeezed my finger. “How are you holding up? The press seems to be okay so far.”
I took his hand in both of mine and massaged it. Studying his blunt-tipped nails and the calluses on the tips of his playing fingers, it occurred to me that nothing about my man was ugly. Even his hands and fingers were beautiful. My mind wandered into thinking about how later those hands would be all over my body.
Ty’s baritone snapped me out of it. “Zoey?”
“Sorry, I was just thinking that maybe we didn’t need to be so worried about everything.”
A shadow passed over Ty’s face as he seemed to consider what I said. “Let’s hope not.”
Confidently, I pressed my lips to his, and he returned my kiss, opening his mouth and our tongues danced a bit. Pulling away, he kissed my face, my temples, my eyes, and my lips and got up, went over to the mirror, ran his hand through his hair, and walked over to the door.
“I’d rather be kissing you, but I should go do soundcheck without a boner.”
“Ha Ha. Can I watch you guys?” Feeling emboldened, I deliberately flashed my thigh-highs when I stood.
Ty’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “You are an evil, evil vixen.”
“Just giving you something to think about.”
“Mean. Really mean. Of course, you can watch, your pass lets you go anywhere you want, babe.” He pointed to my All-Access laminate.
Arm in arm we walked out to the stage, where the rest of LTZ was already in the middle of soundcheck. Drums. Guitar. Bass. Vocals. Ty strutted out to the front and grabbed his mic.
“Check. Check. Check.” Ty’s deep voice boomed to the empty room.
Jace’s cymbals chimed and he tapped out the opening beat to Down, looking over at me and nodding slightly. I braced myself, trial by fire, I guessed. Ty looked over at me and I gave him a thumbs-up sign so he knew I was okay with them doing the song.
It was a revelation.
Ty’s voice weaved and ached and articulated as he got into it. When the first chorus approached, Ty clutched the mic with both hands, his head thrown back, hair flying out behind him, the lights of the stage illuminating him like the rock god he was. His mouth opened wide and he belted out the chorus with as much passion as I’d ever seen, punctuating each lyric angrily. Belting the chorus in perfect pitch. My body broke out in goosebumps. I’d never seen him on a big stage, and now that I had it was clear why LTZ was the most popular band in the world.
Not only was he an exquisite specimen of the male species, but also his power, passion, and authenticity were unmatched.
The band immediately launched into the next song. My eyes were fixed only on my man, I was mesmerized by Ty as he got lost in his stage persona. After the third song, Zane took off his guitar and set it down. Jace and Connor also stopped playing. Ty didn’t move. He stood at the front of the stage, looking out into the nonexistent crowd, panting from the exertion.
“Are we good?” Buck, their soundman called from the mixing board.
Zane held up both thumbs. Ty remained fixed at the front of the stage. Crossing over to him, Zane socked him in the arm, causing Ty to snap out of his trance. Laughing, Zane clapped him on the shoulder and basically shoved him in my direction. Jace whispered something as he passed by. Ty gave him a pointed look before crossing the stage, taking my hand, and leading me toward the dressing room.
Suddenly, Ty stopped in his tracks and looked at me pensively. “Z, I’m sorry we did Down, I went into autopilot when Jace started the song.”
“Don’t be, it was fine.” I shrugged.
“But—”
“Ty, that song isn’t about me anymore, is it?” I looked up at him and smiled.
Relief spread over Ty’s features, and his face lit up. “No, it’s not. I didn’t want to upset you, but man that song is cathartic.”
“It really didn’t bother me,” I assured him. “I just loved watching you perform.”
“So, are you ready for the red carpet and the premiere?” We resumed our walk to the dressing room. “I need to get back to the hotel to change.”
In the backseat of the car, I was nestled under his arm while Ty traced the elastic on my stockings with his finger. The minute we were inside our room, Ty pinned me against the wall and enveloped my body, devouring my lips. I shuddered when he reached under my miniskirt to caress my ass.
“I’m telling you, these thigh-high stockings. I can’t fucking resist you,” Ty growled. Nibbling my earlobe, he moved my panties to the side and slipped two fingers inside me.
“Holy shit!” I sucked in a breath and gripped the back of his head.
“I love everything about you, butterfly. Everything. Nothing else matters but you.” Ty urgently kissed along my neck, latching on to the space behind my ear that drove me mad. “All I have thought about for the past hour is how much I want to taste you.”
“Oh, yes. Babe, please,” I breathed, writhing against his pumping fingers. I wanted him. Now. Just us connecting before we faced the public.
Ty crouched in front of me, leveraging the wall to keep me upright while his unoccupied hand hitched my left knee over his shoulder. I held my skirt up around my waist so I could see what he was doing and moaned when he pulled my panties to the side and took a long lick down my wet slit.
Alternating between suckling my clit and lapping at my pussy, his lips made me crazy as his fingers stroked inside me, curling against my inner walls. There was nothing
