him."
"So you won't have to rely so heavily on him, huh?" I nod, understanding.
"Exactly." His eyes lock with mine. "When I heard Star play, I knew she was that person. But the truth is that even if she doesn't join our band I feel like it was fate that I met her because it led me to you."
I raise my brow. "So you don't have a thing for Star at all?"
"Not at all. You're the only girl I'm interested in, Lola."
"That's good, because you're the only guy I'm interested in too, Ryker," I say.
6
Ryker
Since Fiona and I broke up, I can literally count on one hand how many times a girl has come out to watch me play. Normally I don't date a girl long enough to invite her to our shows.
But there she is. Lola . She’s sitting at a table near the stage, a sexy smile on her face. Her short red dress that matches her lipstick clings to her body like it was painted on, and her black hair is sleek against her pale skin. When she crosses one slender leg over the other, revealing her strappy sandals and red lacquered toes, my fingers slip from my guitar. Beckett glances back at me sharply, and I regain composure.
My gaze flickers over to where Star sits at the keyboard, and I'm reminded that Lola isn't just here for me. This is Star's first time playing with us since she decided to join the band last week. It's clear that she's pretty nervous , and I know that Lola is really supportive of her. But when I catch Lola's eye again, she curves her mouth upward and flashes me wink, making it obvious that most of her attention is directed to me. It causes my heart to stutter in my chest.
We still haven't kissed, but I plan to change that tonight. I'm not sure I can handle going another minute without feeling those incredible full lips against mine. As if she can sense what I'm thinking, she darts her pink tongue out of her mouth and runs it over her bottom lip. That chick seriously drives me crazy. With jerky movements, I play the guitar struggling to keep up with the song when my mind is busy fantasizing about the sexy girl making eyes at me. Shaking away the thoughts, I force my mind to focus on playing. Beckett will give me hell if I keep messing up.
Although to be honest, I'm surprised he even hears me with the way he's staring at Star. He swears he doesn't like her at all, but his expression tells me something entirely different. I make a mental note to talk with him about it later. Tonight it's all about me and Lola. Beckett and Star will have to wait.
The minute our set ends, I unhook my guitar and set it on its stand. I unplug all my equipment and start cleaning up. Beckett and Star talk near the edge of the stage while the other guys put away their instruments. Lola waits at the table, so I move quickly, not wanting her to leave. The sound of Star's heels stomping on the stage draw my attention. Beckett stares after her, a puzzled expression on his face that tells me the conversation wasn't exactly a cordial one. Man, the tension between those two is so thick I can feel it. Abandoning my stuff, I head over to Beckett.
Agitated, he runs a hand over his ha ir. Out of the corner of my eye I see his fan club starting to form, and irritation rises inside of me.
"You giving Star a ride home?" I ask. It stands to reason that since he gave her a rid e here that he'll take her home, but I've never known Beckett to forgo his fan club.
"Nah, she's going home with her friend."
My heart sinks. "Oh. I was kind of hoping for a little alone time with Lola, but that's cool."
"Sorry, man." Beckett shrugs, turning away from me and throwing a wink to some slutty blond primping near the stage.
It turns my stomach. Groaning in frustration, I walk away from him. After getting all my equipment put away, I head off the stage and swagger right up to Lola. She and Star are sitting at a table, their heads bent close together. When I approach, Lola lifts her head and smiles.
"Hey," she says. "You sounded great up there."
"Thanks."
"So you won't have to rely so heavily on him, huh?" I nod, understanding.
"Exactly." His eyes lock with mine. "When I heard Star play, I knew she was that person. But the truth is that even if she doesn't join our band I feel like it was fate that I met her because it led me to you."
I raise my brow. "So you don't have a thing for Star at all?"
"Not at all. You're the only girl I'm interested in, Lola."
"That's good, because you're the only guy I'm interested in too, Ryker," I say.
6
Ryker
Since Fiona and I broke up, I can literally count on one hand how many times a girl has come out to watch me play. Normally I don't date a girl long enough to invite her to our shows.
But there she is. Lola . She’s sitting at a table near the stage, a sexy smile on her face. Her short red dress that matches her lipstick clings to her body like it was painted on, and her black hair is sleek against her pale skin. When she crosses one slender leg over the other, revealing her strappy sandals and red lacquered toes, my fingers slip from my guitar. Beckett glances back at me sharply, and I regain composure.
My gaze flickers over to where Star sits at the keyboard, and I'm reminded that Lola isn't just here for me. This is Star's first time playing with us since she decided to join the band last week. It's clear that she's pretty nervous , and I know that Lola is really supportive of her. But when I catch Lola's eye again, she curves her mouth upward and flashes me wink, making it obvious that most of her attention is directed to me. It causes my heart to stutter in my chest.
We still haven't kissed, but I plan to change that tonight. I'm not sure I can handle going another minute without feeling those incredible full lips against mine. As if she can sense what I'm thinking, she darts her pink tongue out of her mouth and runs it over her bottom lip. That chick seriously drives me crazy. With jerky movements, I play the guitar struggling to keep up with the song when my mind is busy fantasizing about the sexy girl making eyes at me. Shaking away the thoughts, I force my mind to focus on playing. Beckett will give me hell if I keep messing up.
Although to be honest, I'm surprised he even hears me with the way he's staring at Star. He swears he doesn't like her at all, but his expression tells me something entirely different. I make a mental note to talk with him about it later. Tonight it's all about me and Lola. Beckett and Star will have to wait.
The minute our set ends, I unhook my guitar and set it on its stand. I unplug all my equipment and start cleaning up. Beckett and Star talk near the edge of the stage while the other guys put away their instruments. Lola waits at the table, so I move quickly, not wanting her to leave. The sound of Star's heels stomping on the stage draw my attention. Beckett stares after her, a puzzled expression on his face that tells me the conversation wasn't exactly a cordial one. Man, the tension between those two is so thick I can feel it. Abandoning my stuff, I head over to Beckett.
Agitated, he runs a hand over his ha ir. Out of the corner of my eye I see his fan club starting to form, and irritation rises inside of me.
"You giving Star a ride home?" I ask. It stands to reason that since he gave her a rid e here that he'll take her home, but I've never known Beckett to forgo his fan club.
"Nah, she's going home with her friend."
My heart sinks. "Oh. I was kind of hoping for a little alone time with Lola, but that's cool."
"Sorry, man." Beckett shrugs, turning away from me and throwing a wink to some slutty blond primping near the stage.
It turns my stomach. Groaning in frustration, I walk away from him. After getting all my equipment put away, I head off the stage and swagger right up to Lola. She and Star are sitting at a table, their heads bent close together. When I approach, Lola lifts her head and smiles.
"Hey," she says. "You sounded great up there."
"Thanks."
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