Risky Rockstar: A Hero Club Novel, стр. 58

“It is, for sure,” she agrees with a wink. “But girls, c’mon, I can’t be the only one here who thinks seeing Kade shirtless right now would be a good idea. Besides, he’s sweaty…real sweaty.” She draws out the word “real” and waggles her eyebrow. “And I think he could use some cooling off. What do you say?”

The girls in the crowd just about lose it, and Jeff walks over to me, still playing his riff, and grins.

“Take it off, pretty boy.” He says it into my mic, and the audience laps it up. The screaming intensifies.

Hayley lifts her mic. “Looks like some of the guys want a sneak peek too.”

Laughter booms throughout the stadium. I might not have been prepared, but Hayley sure is giving everyone something to talk about.

I set the mic down at my feet, knowing Tyrrell, the sound guy, is going to have my balls for this. “You are going to have to give me something really, really good for this.”

If I’m going to go along with this, I might as well go full out. Biting my lip, I slide my fingers along the hem of my shirt, teasing the crowd, then shoot Hayley a look over my shoulder.

She grins at me and winks. “I’m waiting. We’re all waiting, aren’t we, girls?”

The crowd chants. “Take it off, take it off, take it off.”

I lift my shirt over my torso inch by slow, painful inch. If Hayley thought I was torturing her earlier, she doesn’t know she’s met her match. She starts fanning her face when my abs come into view, and when I slip my shirt over my head and flick it to someone in the crowd, she throws her head back and laughs.

“Is this what you wanted?” I ask. I don’t have my mic, so I’m not sure if she can hear me over the guys playing their instruments, but I can’t resist teasing her.

She walks over to me, and my senses are so heightened I can hear her thigh-high boots clicking over the hard wood. She runs a finger over my shoulders. “Damn, girls, isn’t he ridiculously gorgeous. Do you want to know how good Kade feels?”

She runs her fingers over my chest and down my abs. My cock twitches and I pivot. Reaching for her, I grab the hand that’s trailing teasingly down my happy trail to the top button of my jeans. I pull her closer to me and dip down so I can whisper in her ear, “You don’t play fair, Hayley.”

She smiles. It’s coy and sexy and fuck me, but I love this side of her. She’s mischief and light and everything. “Yeah? Why’s that?”

I stalk around her, sweat clinging to my skin from the hot stage lights. I come up behind her, my hand resting on her hip for the briefest of moments before trailing over her toned stomach. I pull her back, making sure she can feel my hard cock against her ass.

“Your little display. Your hands touching me for everyone to see. Can you feel how hard I am for you right now?”

The air rushes out her mouth. “Yes.”

“I want to fuck you, Hayley.”

I don’t hear the crowd anymore. The screams and whistles and everything else that was earsplitting a moment ago all fades to white noise, and all I can hear is Hayley’s breath as it rushes out of her in one fast whoosh.

“I want that too.”

I feel a tap on my shoulder, and Jeff leans in. “Uh, Kade? As much as the crowds eating this shit up—and fuck, dude, they really are eating this up—we’ve been playing the same bars over and over. Time to wrap this up.”

Hayley turns and smiles coyly at me. Fuck me, but I need to get inside her and soon. I just fucking dry humped her on stage. She blushes crimson and lifts her mic. “Wow, things got a little carried away there for a second. You don’t blame me though, right? Ladies, he is all types of fine.”

We finish out the song, and the lights dip. Shane lobs a shirt at me from the side, and I catch it and drag it over my chest. Damn, I wish it was Hayley’s hands touching my skin instead of the cotton. I’m so fucking hard right now it hurts, and I’m sure I’m going to have a raging case of blue balls by the end of the show.

But it was so worth it.

♫♫♫

The minute we’re offstage, I grab Hayley by the hand and drag her into the first room I find. It happens to be a storage closet, but there’s a desk against the back wall, and I pick her up and carry her, setting that fine ass of hers on the wood. My hands are in her hair, and my mouth is devouring hers before the door has clicked shut, and I take my fill of her mouth.

“Fuck,” I breathe into her mouth, then take a step back.

She looks as surprised as I do that I’ve stopped, but I take the step forward again and brush my thumbs over her cheek. “I want to fuck you so bad right now, but you deserve more than a quickie in a storage room.”

She smiles wickedly at me. “No, I don’t. I absolutely deserve a quickie in a storage room. I did violate you onstage and should be punished.”

I chuckle and brush my lips against hers again, giving her a squeeze.. “Don’t think I’m not onto you, Miss Stephens. Let’s get a hotel, somewhere where I can take my time with you.” I’ve been meaning to get Hayley alone in a hotel for the last week, but something always came up that prevented me from carrying out my plans—meetings with Sam and Benji after shows or interviews. Coming up with a free moment has proven difficult.

“We’re leaving for Houston, remember? In fact, they’re probably waiting for us.”

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