Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 121916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
I swat Laila’s arm like a maniac and excitedly direct her attention to Kendrick and Savage, and Laila instantly screams and jumps up and down at the sight of them. In a frenzy, we both direct Miranda’s attention to the same spot, and our friend immediately shares our over-the-top reaction.
Miranda shouts something to Laila I can’t make out, thanks to the loud music, but I’m able to guess the gist of the comment when Laila shouts in reply, “I had no idea!” With a cackle of delight, Laila turns to me and bats my arm. “That man is definitely getting fucked tonight!” When I snicker with her, Laila shocks me by adding: “And so is Savage!”
As I gasp at her implication, Laila throws back her head and laughs from the depths of her soul. It’s not the first time Laila’s dropped a little hint about Kendrick and me getting together. All day long, she’s been making suggestive comments like that.
Why? That’s the question. Is she merely referring to the fake relationship we play-acted during the press conference? Or is she dead serious—as in, she can tell I’ve become increasingly Kendrick-curious over the past week? As in, perhaps she sees something I can’t see myself about Kendrick’s possible sexual interest in me? At this point, I’m fervently hoping that last option is the thing that’s been egging her on. But I can’t tell for sure, and I’ve been too afraid to ask.
Till now, that is.
Thanks to liquid courage, perhaps, and maybe also combined with the natural high of all this dancing and singing we’re doing, and maybe even thanks to C-Bomb making my panties damp with his delivery of the famous line from our song, I’m suddenly feeling empowered to throw caution to the wind and ask Laila why the hell she’s been brazenly shipping Kendrick and me today.
I pull Laila’s ear to my mouth. “Why do you keep joking about Kendrick and me getting together? Do you know something I don’t?”
Laila opens and closes her mouth, her expression like a kid caught with cookie crumbs all over her lips. But after a beat, Laila taps her ear and makes an “I can’t hear you!” face, right before abruptly turning toward the stage to glory in the remainder of the epic performance.
Well, that was interesting. Laila’s facial expression practically screamed “Guilty as charged!” So, I don’t buy for a second she couldn’t hear my question.
Hmm.
I’m deeply tempted to pull on a lock of Laila’s famous blonde hair—gently, of course; I’m not that a big a monster—and force her to answer me. But then again, the band onstage is reaching their final chorus, which means someone on that stage is about to perform Savage’s famous, spoken last words of the song: “Did he make you come three times? Yeah, didn’t think so.” And I couldn’t possibly make Laila miss that historic moment. Heck, I don’t want to miss it, either. It’s a massively famous line. One I crack up hearing every time we perform the song, even to this day, simply because Savage delivers it with such snark and glee, every single time. Plus, Dean Masterson, the lead singer of Red Card Riot who’s singing our song, is one hell of a walking thirst trap. So, whether he’s going to speak the line or throw it back to C-Bomb again, I know the moment is going to make my panties wet again, and probably also make every person at this party, gay, straight, queer or otherwise, experience a similar reaction.
The moment is upon us now.
The song is almost there.
But to my surprise and delight, right before the cue comes, Dean Masterson looks to his left, to where Kendrick and Savage are standing with those two other guys, and he shouts into his mic, “Kendrick fucking Cook! Get your hot ass up here and close this shit out for us, KC!”
The scream that involuntarily hurtles from my throat makes the top of my head feel like it’s popping off. And when Kendrick immediately answers the call by bounding onto the stage like the athlete he is, my screams, along with those around me, become even louder and more head-popping.
Oh my god. Kendrick is center stage now, in all his swaggy, smiling, muscular glory, pumping his fist and shaking his hot ass to the dirty beat supplied by C-Bomb, while Dean Masterson takes a step back to let Kendrick own the moment.
Dean makes a hand signal to the musicians onstage—the universal symbol for “one more time around”—and off they go, playing the lead-up to Kendrick’s cue, one more time, while Kendrick dances around and looks like a golden god up there.
The crowd is going wild with anticipation, not to mention at the sight of Kendrick letting loose. Surely they’re all very much appreciating Kendrick’s beautiful physique and charisma as he dances around up there at center stage. Especially because it’s not something we normally get to see during a show, since he’s always sitting behind a drumkit.