Relentless Rhythm (Tempest #4) (21 page)

She nodded. “That’s the way it looked to me. The press seems to agree. Very good.” She smoothed her dress. I tried not to notice her swollen lips. She looked down her nose at me, her eyes holding mine. I don’t think I fooled her. Like everybody else I got the idea that she was omniscient. “Now that we’ve got Justin settled in we can focus on getting Tempest where we both want it to be. You’re the peacemaker of the group, the key to keeping Tempest together. I’m counting on you to take on more of a leadership role. Justin’s too new, and Bryan wouldn’t accept him in that capacity even if he wasn’t. King and Sager are in their own little worlds, so it’s up to you. I want you to hustle. Get the album completed. I’m setting up a mini tour for Tempest through some exclusive mid-capacity venues. Tempest will be the headline. I want to test out your new material. After tonight, I’m confident we’ll sell out those shows easily. Then we’ll see about where to put you on the bill for a European tour this summer.”

My eyes widened. “Alright.”

She stood. “One last thing. I want you to forget whatever it is that you think you saw here. It didn’t happen.” She tilted her head in the direction of the door. I got the message and scooted out. But for some reason, at the last moment, I glanced back.

Back in her seat, Mary Timmons dropped her head into her hands. Her shoulders shook in an unmistakable way.

But I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.

The Queen was crying.

 

 

 

“We’re here. Where are you?” Cell to her ear Mel worked her way through the after party crowd. My brothers and I tried to keep up.

Dodging men in starched tuxedoes and women in swishing satin, my body was wound tightly, a nervous knot of uncertainty, but all my nerves unraveled the minute we met eyes. Only one thing remained as our gazes locked, and all the oxygen sucked out of the room. I wanted him. I drew my little brothers in front of me as if they could somehow prevent me from acting on something that I knew was already inevitable.

Dizzy scanned me with heavily lidded eyes. I flushed, undressed by them, imagining how good the real thing would be. After what seemed like forever and yet not long enough, he released me from his gaze and turned to Mel. “What took you so long?” His velvety voice had an impatient rumble to it.

“We’re not all VIP’s, Dizzy Lowell.” Undaunted, she rolled her eyes at him. “Some of us had to park in the garage and wait our turn in traffic instead of being whisked away by limo.”

“C’mon.” Whiskey eyes alight with an internal fire that seared my soul, he pushed off the wall he’d been casually leaning against. “Everyone else’s waiting inside.” He hooked an arm around Mel’s shoulder.

Once again I found myself following, even knowing the potential pitfalls that lay ahead. I could still appreciate the view, couldn’t I? The broad shoulders in leather, the dark denim accentuating his lower assets. A teeny tiny self-preserving part of me scrambled for a way out. I crushed it like a bug.

At a buffet table that seemed to sag under the weight of a towering Black Cat shaped ice sculpture and a pyramid of appetizers, his smile blindingly bright, Justin stood with his arms draped around the shoulders of a diminutive platinum blonde. Beside them was a little boy with hair the same shade as the blonde, using the cutlery to launch his action figure into the air. I knew from overheard conversations that the two had to be Bridget, the single mom who’d run away and nearly broken Justin’s heart, and her son, Carter.

It appeared as though they’d mended their differences. I was glad for Justin. He’d been wrecked after she’d run. Bridget lifted her arms and pulled his head down for a kiss. I didn’t think there was any danger of her going away again anytime soon. I could feel the heat the two of them generated or maybe it was just that I was super tuned to that kind of energy because of the way I felt about Dizzy

The sexy rhythm man was a couple of feet away but I didn’t have to look to know that. I could feel him. I knew how he tasted. I remembered how he kissed. I suspected how it would be between us. Just thinking about it made me shiver.

“You should stay,” Bridget said. “It’s your night. I’ll take Carter up and get him ready for bed.” Her light blue eyes flicked to me widening speculatively.

“She’s right. It is so your night. You were brilliant, Justin!” Mel gushed enthusiastically. “So much better than War and his lame band.”

Bridget glanced up at Justin, pride for him evident in her expression.

“Thanks, Bluebelle.” Justin kept one hand on the blonde’s shoulder while he made introductions. Obviously he didn’t want to let go of her. When Bridget shook my hand, I noticed how small hers was in mine. I squeezed it gently. I didn’t know the exact details regarding her sudden disappearance, but I knew that I liked her right away. She spoke rather rapidly, but she had an engaging manner and seemed genuinely interested in the answers I gave to her questions about my job.

While we continued chatting, Dizzy, Justin, and Mel conversed, and my brothers and Bridget’s son drifted closer together.

“Is that the new Spiderman?” Michael asked Carter.

“Uh-huh,” he replied, holding the action figure up so Michael could inspect it.

“Cool.” Michael turned it over in his hands and looked up at me.

As the older sibling, I knew what that look meant. “Maybe for your birthday, jobber.”

“Can Michael and John come up to play, Mommy?” Carter asked, his baby blues pleading.

Bridget looked at me. “Would that be alright?” she asked. “Just for a little while. I know it’s late.”

I started to decline, but Michael added in a please, and then Dizzy moved behind me blasting me with his irresistible allure. My knees went wonky when his warm breathe puffed near my ear. “Let them go,” he whispered, his hard chest pressing into my back.

“Alright. Just for a little bit,” I told her. I turned to my brothers. “Be good. Use your manners.”

“They’ll be fine.” Bridget smiled again. “I’d like to visit with you some more. Maybe we’ll see each other at the Mine sometime.” Her gaze and her offer extended to Mel.

As they moved away, Sager joined us. The bassist’s dark sparkling eyes zeroed in on Mel. “Belle,” he trailed his fingers down her arm. “Got a minute?” he asked.

She shivered and slid closer to Dizzy.

“Go ahead,” Dizzy said. “I’ll keep an eye on April. Make sure she gets something to eat.”

Mel’s face fell, reflecting her disappointment. Obviously she’d been hoping, Dizzy would send Sager away. “Sure, Sager. I’d love to talk to you.” She lifted her chin. “Alone.”

Sager’s eyes darkened as he took her arm and pulled her away saying something to her that I couldn’t make out, but whatever it was, I couldn’t help but notice her frown.

Strong hands turned me, and all other thoughts disappeared as his brandy hued eyes captured mine. I couldn’t look away, but maintained my distance even though what I really wanted was to be closer. Lots closer. Skin to hot skin bodies joined closer. “No, Dizzy.” I glanced around nervously, relieved that no one seemed to notice us. “We can’t…you can’t touch me like that.”

“Babe.” His gaze flicked to my mouth and came back up. “I already have. And believe me when I tell you I plan to touch you a whole lot more. Again and again.” Arching his studded brow, he took my arm, warm fingers firmly pressing into the soft flesh of my upper arm. “Let’s go.”

“Where?” I demanded to know, trying to slow him down by dragging my feet.

“My room, of course.”

Oh, shit.
I gulped.

He steered me to the bank of elevators just off the ballroom. There was a thick crowd waiting to get on. He moved us to the rear when the doors of the elevator closed. His hand slid to my lower back awakening nerve endings wherever he touched me. His warm fingers spread wide in the small of my back in the exact spot where a tramp stamp might go.

How apropos,
I thought.

“This is our floor,” he announced, guiding me out and moving me down the hall by my arm. He walked so fast I had to jog to keep up with him.

“Wait, Dizzy.” I planted my feet, trying to yank my arm free, grateful no one was around to watch our game of tug of war. “Just hold on,” I huffed. “Whatever you have to say, can be said right here. Really. I don’t know what you think this is, but it’s not that. It can’t be. I can’t go in there with you.”

His eyes narrowing, he pulled a key card out of his pocket. “Get inside,” he growled after getting the door open. Just in case I didn’t get that his request wasn’t optional, he took my arm and pulled me after him.

The door clicked closed and I found myself in another hallway, one that opened up into a living room where a single lamp burned.

Expression intense, a man with a single minded mission, Dizzy moved into me. I retreated, my backside bumping into a wall in response to his full frontal press. My breasts smashed into his solid chest, the nipples immediately hardening. His jeaned thighs bracketed mine. Heat erupted between us so hot I was a little disappointed when our clothes didn’t spontaneously combust.

Dizzy grabbed my hands and lifted them over my head. He leaned his forehead against mine, his eyes dark penetrating orbs. He was impossibly close, impossible to ignore, and then he rocked his hips. “Do you feel that?”

I so did. He felt so good. I could feel my body softening to accommodate him.

“I can feel your heat, Kitten. You want this as much as I do. Don’t deny it.”

“You’re right. I want to,” I whispered, staring into gold eyes that melted my body and my resistance. “But I can’t. I keep trying to tell you, but you won’t listen. Besides, it’s just chemistry. We barely know each other.”

“Bullshit. We know what’s important.” He adjusted his grip so he could hold my wrists in one hand. “You and me. This.” He ran his ringed thumb over my bottom lip. Desire pooled low in my belly. I stifled a moan. I think he knew. His eyes darkened more. “We have chemistry because we’re meant to be together. Stop running from that. Stop hiding from life. Let go. Be the strong woman I see, not just when you’re at the bar or away from him, but all the time.” I closed my eyes embarrassed at his insight. “That’s just part of what I wanted to bring you up here to say. He stroked my cheek softly with the back of his knuckles. “You’re the one who has the power, babe. All you have to do is decide. Take the first step. Leave him. Tonight.”

I blinked my eyes open. “I can’t.”

“You can,” he insisted, his words a heated growl. “I understand the situation you’re in, but you’ve got other options. You don’t deserve to be treated like that. No one does.”

“You don’t know.” I tried turning my head to avoid looking into the eyes of the man who seemed to be everything that I needed and wanted but could never have. His grip on my wrist tightened. He took my chin with his free hand, forcing me to look at him.

“April,” he breathed, his warm hand sliding down my neck to rest against my pulse point where I’m sure he felt my rapid heartbeat. “Give me a chance. Let me show you the way it can be with us.”

“No, don’t,” I whispered without meaning it when his head lowered, knowing what was going to happen and that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “Stop.” My lips trembled.

“I can’t.” His humid breath was a prequel to the firm press of his lips that followed. “Open for me,” he ordered his mouth moving with the words. The moment I complied, his tongue swept inside, teasing me, touching mine then retreating, stoking a fire that began to blaze hotter and hotter.

“Dizzy, please.” I struggled to free my trapped hands not because I suddenly wanted to get away but because I needed to touch him. I wanted to feel his muscles bunching and tensing beneath my tactile commands.

“Yeah, babe?” he replied after he trailed soft kisses across the round of my cheek and biting kisses down the column of my neck.

“More,” I moaned, and he gave it to me. His hand plunged beneath my tank and into my bra covering my breast, and I arched my back to show him how much I liked that. He rewarded me by plucking the nipple I’d shoved into his fingers. Pleasure sped from my chest to my core.

“That feels so good,” I breathed.

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