Johnny's back along with Jagger and the rest of the Damaged Saints, including manager Draven, who's got his eyes on a sinfully wicked singer with bright, golden-brown eyes that remind him of honeycombs and sunshine.
Wild and uninhibited, Johnny gives the performance of a lifetime every time he gets up on the stage. He's been doing it for so long that the nights have blurred into an endless series of shows, parties, and partners, none of which make him truly happy anymore.
For all he's been able to accomplish, the one thing he's never done before was fall in love.
Until now.
Sudden, swift and unexpected, it's something he's ill equipped to handle, especially when the person he's fallen for isn't even a hundred percent certain he's into guys. It's more like he's dipping his toes into the pool with Johnny as his very eager, very willing partner. Only now that they've reached a point where Johnny's feeling are involved, he's not sure if his heart can handle living in limbo until Draven makes his decision.
“Behave.”
I growled and felt him shiver.
He’d sure as hell
heard that. Then that brat had the nerve to grin, wink and press a kiss to my
lips before whispering. “Now what would be the fun in that.”
Oh we were fixing
to have fun, tonight, I thought as I escorted him in, one hand pressed to the
small of his back, which he promptly tugged down to cup his ass before grinning
at me again. So of course I pinched it, he’d damn near invited me to pinch it
by putting his hand there, so when he jumped, I just gave him the same smirk he
was giving me.
“Game on.” He hissed,
grinning as he tugged me out on the dance floor.
Between the beat
and the roll of his shoulders, it was easy to get lost in the rhythm of the
dance and the way he had eyes only for me. Talk about a rush. After so many
years of performing, I could feel when there were eyes on me, I didn’t have to
see them, and yet, even when he spun away, he watched me over his shoulder as
he straddled my leg, grinding against my thigh as I held him in place with my
fingers splayed across his belly. It was impossible to ignore how well we fit
together when he leaned back, hooked one hand behind my neck, and rode me like
a stripped pole, to the point where someone actually did toss a bill at him
while others cheered and whistled.
“They’re gonna go
to bed tonight dreaming about what you get to touch,” Johnny said as he spun so
he was in my arms, our lips millimeters away from touching.
“You’re damn
right,” a nearby dancer said, inciting the fury of his partner, who smacked him
on the arm before stalking away.
And he’s gonna go to be alone tonight, I thought as I tongue fucked Johnny right there for the world to see. At this point I didn’t care if I was going to die from terminal finger cramps after issuing a million takedown notices. I’d never felt such a sense of rightness and certainty than when Johnny Amaral was in my arms.
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