Perfect For Me: Road To Whatever (Perfect for Me #1)(6)
Oh I am in trouble with this girl. That laugh alone makes me want to have her in my arms laughing as I touch her sensual curves. The way her hips sway as she moves on those stilts creates a siren call that hits right below the belt. It doesn’t help that she is still tiny despite the six inch heels and makes me want to protect her small figure from anything that could bring her harm.
I groan inwardly at the things this girl is doing to me. I so hope she sucks so I have an excuse to tell her no and make sure I never see her again. Me and the guys step onto the stage and I step up to the mic to introduce Kitty. She will do a few songs with us and we will finish the end of the set without her.
“How’s everyone doing tonight…thanks for coming out. We have a special surprise for you this evening. We are going to try something new and I hope you all like it. Why don’t you welcome a potential new member of the band, Kitty,” I say over the mic and turn to clap while Kitty saunters over.
There is a new confidence to her as she steps on stage. It is in her walk, in the way she holds her head and the way she stands like she is six feet tall when I am being generous to say she is five feet. Yeah, I really hope she sucks.
No such freakin’ luck. Kitty is hot as hell and she rocks harder than half of my favorite bands. When the first song starts I can’t believe the sexy, sultry, smooth voice that comes out of such a tiny thing like her. With each song her voice adjusts to the tone and the vibe. Kitty is f*cking amazing.
The crowd was mesmerized by her. She had them bouncing, singing, and cheering her on. It was awesome. She worked each song like a pro. You would have thought she practiced with the band for years. She flowed with the band when needed and took us with her when she felt we needed a push. I don’t think we have ever sounded this good before. It felt amazing.
I found myself entranced by her voice, watching the sweat pour down her neck onto her shoulders. I had all kinds of dirty thoughts about what she would taste like and if chocolate had anything to do with it. I caught myself staring at her ass a number of times as she moved that hot body of hers around. I finally had to stop looking at her and focus on the crowd when I felt my raging hard-on fighting with my zipper.
As I strum at the last few notes of her last song and she sings her last notes I know two things for sure. Kitty has me wrapped around her finger and Linc is about to lose his girl.
And now you know
I. Never. Loved. You.
Her sweet voice rings through the crowd and the whole room roars. I wipe the sweat from my face and step up next to her.
“Did you guys love her,” I yell out to the crowd and they go wild. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close. “Would you guys love to see her in the band?”
They start to chant her name and she is bouncing in place looking up at me with a huge grin. It takes all my control not to lean down and kiss her. And then Crush starts to play a beat I don’t recognize. Kitty turns and gives him this knowing smile. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen causing my chest to squeeze. I would love to have her smile at me that way.
Kitty pumps her fist and really starts to jump up and down as she grabs the mic and starts to belt out lyrics. It is clear that this is something personal between her and Crush and this is like his stamp of approval. She has his vote for her to join the band. She only makes it through a verse and the chorus but by the time she says the chorus the second time she has the crowd singing it with her. I can’t deny it, Kitty has that it factor.
Crush ends the song with a little drum solo and the crowd is roaring again as Kitty takes a bow and makes her way off stage. I want to follow her off as I watch her and Mandy out the corner of my eye, but I have to finish the set. They are hugging and squealing and I am happy to see that smile on Kitty’s face again.
Yeah, I am going to make it my job to be the one to make her smile like that. No doubt about that.
B
“You were amazing Kitty,” Mandy squeals. “You nailed it. There is no way the guys aren’t going to ask you to be the lead. You and Rage sound so good together too. I can’t wait for you guys to do more together.”
“Relax Mandy,” I laugh. “They haven’t decided anything yet. And Rage and I could use some work together.”
“Are you kidding? Rage looked so relieved. I know he thinks you’re great. Didn’t you feel the crowd, they loved you.”
“I felt it,” I muse. “It felt… It felt amazing, Mandy, like home. Like I didn’t realize how homesick I was.”
“Oh Kitty, I’m so happy you are singing again. This is perfect for you,” she squeezes me to her.
“Yeah, I just don’t want to get my hopes up you know,” I frown.
“Screw that, we are celebrating.” Mandy picks up the martini that just arrived. “To the new female singer of True Life.”
I laugh and clink my glass with hers. I just refuse to say the words out loud. I want this, a lot more now that I have a taste for what it would be like. Something happened on that stage tonight. I came alive again for the first time in three years. It felt good, like what my dad would want for me. Like he and my mom were there to remind me how much I loved this before I lost my whole world, like they wanted me to be right here tonight.
The guys finished their set as Mandy and I throw back a few more drinks. I am not drunk, but I can feel a buzz now. The guys are a great band even without me. I had seen some video of them that Mandy had emailed me to learn their songs but seeing them live is so much better.