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been a complete fool.
    With Brendan, I
knew he’d slept with probably hundreds of women, and, shit, even
I’d hooked up with him after one of these shows. When faced with
the reality of the buffet of women he had available to him at any
given time, I was finding it hard to believe he wanted to be with
me.
    I’d been
keeping an eye out for anyone who might be from the school. The bar
was far enough away that I was confident that no one that we knew
would be there, but I figured a little caution couldn’t hurt. I
took a sip of my beer, turned my attention from the fans, and
looked back at the stage.
    He was
magnificent. Not just his voice, which was great, but his presence.
It was like he’d been born to be on stage. His eyes were closed as
he sang, and I felt a tug of desire deep in my belly. Suddenly, he
opened them, and his gaze locked on me, causing that tug to become
a full-out punch, and I began to feel overwhelmingly needy.
    Brendan smiled
a cocky grin, as if he could tell exactly what I was thinking, what
I was feeling. I gave him a small smile in return, then averted my
eyes, unwilling to give him too much. I was afraid if I did, I’d be
consumed.
    My gaze fell on
his oldest brother, Brock, and my smile remained as I watched the
tall, bearded man play his guitar, his face a picture of total
peace as he ignored the crown in front of him. My heart warmed as I
thought of everything he’d sacrificed to ensure his family stayed
together, and how hard it must have been for him to have
essentially been a child himself when he’d found himself a
surrogate father to his brothers.
    Feeling emotion
thickening in my throat, I turned my attention from Brock to Brady,
the middle brother, who was currently banging away on his drums. He
was naturally gifted, but he looked uncomfortable as he played, as
if he wished he were anywhere but on that stage.
    The song ended,
and I found myself jostled even farther to the side as the girls
pushed and shoved each other to get closer to the attractive men on
stage. The brothers descended the stairs, exchanging hugs and claps
on the back, before both Brady and Brock left out the back door,
rather than coming out into the throng of people.
    Brendan stepped
forward, into the bar, and was immediately surrounded by greedy,
shouting women.
    That ugly seed
of jealousy grew, even as I tried to bury it within me, but I
watched as Brendan kept as smile on his face for his fans and
scanned above their heads, searching for me. When he found me, his
grin grew and I heard him say, “I’m glad you enjoyed the show,
ladies, but I’m afraid I’ve got a hot date,” as he sauntered right
to me.
    I barely
registered the chorus of boos and awws, his pull already taking
hold of me.
    He didn’t pause
when he reached me; instead he came at me full force, pulling me
into his arms and fusing his lips to mine. The desire that had been
building throughout his performance came to a head, and I met his
passion full force, opening my lips and inviting him in for a
taste.
    Just as we were
reaching the point of no return, Brendan pulled back and smiled
beautifully down at me, his eyes flashing with the heat I knew he
was feeling.
    “Let’s get out
of here.”
    I just nodded,
unable to catch my breath enough to speak, and followed close
behind as he took my hand and pulled me toward the back rooms of
the bar.
    “I’ll follow
you,” he said once we reached the back parking lot where his bike
was waiting.
    We’d decided to
spend the night at my place this time, so I walked to my car, slid
in, and drove the short distance to my house. I pulled in the
driveway and waited, the hum of his motorcycle mimicking the thrum
of my body as I watched him dismount.
    I wondered how
my two-bedroom Ranch-style home would look to him. Would he see the
hours of love and excitement that had been put into every piece of
furniture? Into every color pallet and picture on the wall? Or
would he just see the home of a middle-aged,