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Grace?"
" Ummhmmm . That man just melted the panties right off me with his eyes."
Chapter 11
The dark bitter smell of coffee woke me from another dream of Shane. My body was twisted tightly around my sheets and I could honestly still feel his warm tongue on my inner thigh. That man was going to make me self cum-bust right in front of him one day.
I dragged an old button up lumberjack shirt over my shoulders and snuggled into its warmth. Slipping my cold toes in my slippers , I made my way into the kitchen in search of some of that caffeinated mud Lea makes each morning.
I felt his eyes on me before I saw him standing there. Damn, I didn't think he'd be there. I would have worn next to nothing. He and Conner were still sweaty and panting from a morning run. His shirt was off and he leaned his body up against the counter and stretched when I walked in. Ignoring him, okay trying to ignore him , I reached up for a mug from the cabinets. I felt the material of my shirt ride up to just over my bottom and I heard his low throaty growl when it did. I watched him tear his eyes off my bottom and storm out of the kitchen.
"Catch you later , Conner," he called out when he got to the front door.
I glanced at Conner. "Everything okay?" I asked.
Conner was sitting down at the table with his coffee steaming in front of him. His eyes were glued to my face, serious as all hell. "You slept with Ethan." It wasn't a question. It was a statement.
"You sleep with Lea all the time ," I stated back.
"Yeah..."
"And Conner, when you sleep with Lea, do you always have sex?" I asked trying to make my point clear without saying it outright.
"Point taken Grace."
When Conner and Lea left for work , I jumped into the shower and did all that was girly. I left my apartment before I needed to and sat in the small coffee shop on the corner of my block to calm my nerves. I got to the studio at exactly eleven o'clock.
Walking into the studio gave me that feeling that I could only guess some people got when they walked into their places of worship. The euphoric sense that you could find the guidance to your existence, the answer to your pray er s, or maybe the path to your soul's freedom, it s redemption.
I took a deep breath and stepped in , shutting the door behind me. I left my guitar back at my apartment because I knew there would be no real band practice for me today.
Ethan sat behind his drum kit with his legs stretched out across the top of his bass drum. He twirled a drumstick in one hand. His long platinum blond hair was uncharacteristically loose, and he smiled wide when his eyes met mine.
Brayden sat on one of the couches with his bass laid out across his lap. He ran a hand through his short brown hair and waved hello to me.
"There's our gorgeous girl!" Alex was sitting behind his keyboard and ran out from behind it to grab me in a hug and swing me around like a rag doll.
"Yay! You r casts are off!" I cheered when he let go.
His dark hair flopped in front of his mischievous green eyes. His eyebrows rose up and his cheeks reddened. "Yeah, yesterday. Grace, my love, you look hotter than ever," he laughed.
"Fine. Let's get this shit over," Shane's voice murmured from one of the couches. I looked over at him, but his eyes never turned in my direction. He stood up and walked forward folding his arms across his chest. "Yeah, so Alex is back. We really don't need another guitarist."
There was a second of awkward silence.
"Whoa, what the hell ?" Alex asked. "Dude, I'll be only on keyboard now, Grace does guitar, she blows me outta the water anyway." He gave me a wink, "Did you like when I said you blow me , that part?"
I just winked back, smiled and gave him an eye roll.
Brayden walked over closer to Alex, "Yeah, this is stupid. Let's just get to practice so we can set up a gig at Boozer's, it's been weeks, dude."
Shane hooked his guitar strap over his shoulders and hung his guitar in front of him. Hi s eyes finally locked onto mine.
" Ummhmmm . That man just melted the panties right off me with his eyes."
Chapter 11
The dark bitter smell of coffee woke me from another dream of Shane. My body was twisted tightly around my sheets and I could honestly still feel his warm tongue on my inner thigh. That man was going to make me self cum-bust right in front of him one day.
I dragged an old button up lumberjack shirt over my shoulders and snuggled into its warmth. Slipping my cold toes in my slippers , I made my way into the kitchen in search of some of that caffeinated mud Lea makes each morning.
I felt his eyes on me before I saw him standing there. Damn, I didn't think he'd be there. I would have worn next to nothing. He and Conner were still sweaty and panting from a morning run. His shirt was off and he leaned his body up against the counter and stretched when I walked in. Ignoring him, okay trying to ignore him , I reached up for a mug from the cabinets. I felt the material of my shirt ride up to just over my bottom and I heard his low throaty growl when it did. I watched him tear his eyes off my bottom and storm out of the kitchen.
"Catch you later , Conner," he called out when he got to the front door.
I glanced at Conner. "Everything okay?" I asked.
Conner was sitting down at the table with his coffee steaming in front of him. His eyes were glued to my face, serious as all hell. "You slept with Ethan." It wasn't a question. It was a statement.
"You sleep with Lea all the time ," I stated back.
"Yeah..."
"And Conner, when you sleep with Lea, do you always have sex?" I asked trying to make my point clear without saying it outright.
"Point taken Grace."
When Conner and Lea left for work , I jumped into the shower and did all that was girly. I left my apartment before I needed to and sat in the small coffee shop on the corner of my block to calm my nerves. I got to the studio at exactly eleven o'clock.
Walking into the studio gave me that feeling that I could only guess some people got when they walked into their places of worship. The euphoric sense that you could find the guidance to your existence, the answer to your pray er s, or maybe the path to your soul's freedom, it s redemption.
I took a deep breath and stepped in , shutting the door behind me. I left my guitar back at my apartment because I knew there would be no real band practice for me today.
Ethan sat behind his drum kit with his legs stretched out across the top of his bass drum. He twirled a drumstick in one hand. His long platinum blond hair was uncharacteristically loose, and he smiled wide when his eyes met mine.
Brayden sat on one of the couches with his bass laid out across his lap. He ran a hand through his short brown hair and waved hello to me.
"There's our gorgeous girl!" Alex was sitting behind his keyboard and ran out from behind it to grab me in a hug and swing me around like a rag doll.
"Yay! You r casts are off!" I cheered when he let go.
His dark hair flopped in front of his mischievous green eyes. His eyebrows rose up and his cheeks reddened. "Yeah, yesterday. Grace, my love, you look hotter than ever," he laughed.
"Fine. Let's get this shit over," Shane's voice murmured from one of the couches. I looked over at him, but his eyes never turned in my direction. He stood up and walked forward folding his arms across his chest. "Yeah, so Alex is back. We really don't need another guitarist."
There was a second of awkward silence.
"Whoa, what the hell ?" Alex asked. "Dude, I'll be only on keyboard now, Grace does guitar, she blows me outta the water anyway." He gave me a wink, "Did you like when I said you blow me , that part?"
I just winked back, smiled and gave him an eye roll.
Brayden walked over closer to Alex, "Yeah, this is stupid. Let's just get to practice so we can set up a gig at Boozer's, it's been weeks, dude."
Shane hooked his guitar strap over his shoulders and hung his guitar in front of him. Hi s eyes finally locked onto mine.
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