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Authors: Anne Mercier
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fucking torture, man," I spit out as I continue to pace.
Kennedy leans against the doorframe, crosses his feet at his ankles and his arms across his chest, watching me with an amused grin. The fucker.
"We're going to find out in a couple hours. Why don't we go grab something to eat and by the time we're done, whoever they are will be here," he suggests.
I nod. "Yeah. That's good. I gotta get the hell out of here."
"Yeah, I'm sure Cage wouldn't appreciate you wearing a path in his nice carpeting," Kennedy muses.
"Fuck off, man."
Kennedy chuckles. We head out of the office and head outside.
"What are you going to do if it's her?" he asks.
I look him straight in the eyes and tell him the truth.
"Whatever it takes."
"That seems to be the motto where she's concerned."
It is and it will be until she's mine. "I've waited a long time."
"Normally I wouldn't consider whoring around 'waiting' but knowing how hooked on her you've been from the first time you met her, yeah, I'd have to say you waited long enough." He pauses as we get into the car, then he turns to me with a grin. "I really hope it's her."
"Me too."
"I don't mean for the same reasons you do," he explains. "I can't wait to see how hard you've got to work for it."
I grunt.
"Whatever it takes? She’s worth 'whatever it takes'? You never know what that can mean, man," he reminds me.
"She's worth that and more."
Kennedy studies me a minute, then nods. "Whatever it takes."
We get temporarily waylaid by makeup and wardrobe when we get back to the building where we're filming. It doesn't take long. We made a stipulation a long time ago that we do videos as ourselves and that's it. No messing with the hair and no eyeliner. That shit's for chicks.
When we head to the stage, we hear music.
"What the fuck?" I bite out.
"Who's playing my guitar?" Ben sneers. "I'll break a motherfucker's fingers."
"Whoa, hold up," Kennedy instructs and we all look at him. "Listen."
A female voice is belting out P!nk's Who Knew and whoever she is, is pretty fucking good.
We stand there a few minutes, just listening, and when whoever it is segues into Red's Never Be The Same a shudder runs through me. They're that fucking good.
"Who the fuck is that?" Ethan asks.
"I dunno but they're kick ass," I answer.
"Only one way to find out," Xander tells us and starts forward.
When we round the corner I can't believe what I'm seeing. I know my eyes are bugging out like some damn cartoon character when I see my Lucy singing her heart out, strumming Ben's acoustic guitar, while Sera is banging it out on the drums.
"Fuck me," I whisper and the guys just shake their heads.
"Dude," Xander mutters and fist bumps me.
"Let's go," Ben says and heads over to plug in and pick up his guitar.
I walk up to the mic and we all join in on the chorus. Lucy's head turns to me, eyes wide, and I give her the smile I've been holding in for a long fucking time. The one of pure happiness. The one I knew would come out when I saw her again.
Shit. She's gorgeous and her voice has my cock hard and aching. She smiles back, a genuine happy, stretch-across-your-entire-face smile that fills the room with light. I am so fucked over this girl.
Sera gasps and I look to see Xander standing next to her, his arms crossed, grin on his face.
I look back to Lucy who just stares at me—almost like she did in the airport. Hell no. That isn't happening. Not this time.
"Well, say something. We know you can sing so we know your voice works," I smirk.
"Um…"
I tilt my head to the side then look at Sera as she walks up.
"Yep, it's us," Sera announces.
I can’t help it. I burst out laughing. "I'd know that 'um' anywhere."
She thrusts Ben's acoustic out at me, rigidly, unsure, and mutters, "Here. Sorry."
She stands up from the stool, fidgeting, and then she flips her hair over her shoulder. Sexy as fuck.
I take the guitar with one hand then throw my other arm around her, pulling her in for a hug. I can't
Kennedy leans against the doorframe, crosses his feet at his ankles and his arms across his chest, watching me with an amused grin. The fucker.
"We're going to find out in a couple hours. Why don't we go grab something to eat and by the time we're done, whoever they are will be here," he suggests.
I nod. "Yeah. That's good. I gotta get the hell out of here."
"Yeah, I'm sure Cage wouldn't appreciate you wearing a path in his nice carpeting," Kennedy muses.
"Fuck off, man."
Kennedy chuckles. We head out of the office and head outside.
"What are you going to do if it's her?" he asks.
I look him straight in the eyes and tell him the truth.
"Whatever it takes."
"That seems to be the motto where she's concerned."
It is and it will be until she's mine. "I've waited a long time."
"Normally I wouldn't consider whoring around 'waiting' but knowing how hooked on her you've been from the first time you met her, yeah, I'd have to say you waited long enough." He pauses as we get into the car, then he turns to me with a grin. "I really hope it's her."
"Me too."
"I don't mean for the same reasons you do," he explains. "I can't wait to see how hard you've got to work for it."
I grunt.
"Whatever it takes? She’s worth 'whatever it takes'? You never know what that can mean, man," he reminds me.
"She's worth that and more."
Kennedy studies me a minute, then nods. "Whatever it takes."
We get temporarily waylaid by makeup and wardrobe when we get back to the building where we're filming. It doesn't take long. We made a stipulation a long time ago that we do videos as ourselves and that's it. No messing with the hair and no eyeliner. That shit's for chicks.
When we head to the stage, we hear music.
"What the fuck?" I bite out.
"Who's playing my guitar?" Ben sneers. "I'll break a motherfucker's fingers."
"Whoa, hold up," Kennedy instructs and we all look at him. "Listen."
A female voice is belting out P!nk's Who Knew and whoever she is, is pretty fucking good.
We stand there a few minutes, just listening, and when whoever it is segues into Red's Never Be The Same a shudder runs through me. They're that fucking good.
"Who the fuck is that?" Ethan asks.
"I dunno but they're kick ass," I answer.
"Only one way to find out," Xander tells us and starts forward.
When we round the corner I can't believe what I'm seeing. I know my eyes are bugging out like some damn cartoon character when I see my Lucy singing her heart out, strumming Ben's acoustic guitar, while Sera is banging it out on the drums.
"Fuck me," I whisper and the guys just shake their heads.
"Dude," Xander mutters and fist bumps me.
"Let's go," Ben says and heads over to plug in and pick up his guitar.
I walk up to the mic and we all join in on the chorus. Lucy's head turns to me, eyes wide, and I give her the smile I've been holding in for a long fucking time. The one of pure happiness. The one I knew would come out when I saw her again.
Shit. She's gorgeous and her voice has my cock hard and aching. She smiles back, a genuine happy, stretch-across-your-entire-face smile that fills the room with light. I am so fucked over this girl.
Sera gasps and I look to see Xander standing next to her, his arms crossed, grin on his face.
I look back to Lucy who just stares at me—almost like she did in the airport. Hell no. That isn't happening. Not this time.
"Well, say something. We know you can sing so we know your voice works," I smirk.
"Um…"
I tilt my head to the side then look at Sera as she walks up.
"Yep, it's us," Sera announces.
I can’t help it. I burst out laughing. "I'd know that 'um' anywhere."
She thrusts Ben's acoustic out at me, rigidly, unsure, and mutters, "Here. Sorry."
She stands up from the stool, fidgeting, and then she flips her hair over her shoulder. Sexy as fuck.
I take the guitar with one hand then throw my other arm around her, pulling her in for a hug. I can't
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