I ran out of my room to meet him. Even though it had only been three days, I was so anxious to see him again, to touch him and just let loose for a while.

“Angel, what a breath of fresh air on this fucked up day. You look amazing as always,” he complimented me as I approached him taking off his helmet. He looked just as incredible as I had remembered, once again in a plain t-shirt, navy this time, and jeans, and I had no shame but to walk right up to him and wrap my arms around him. He just as eagerly put his arms around me and held me close to him.

“Mason,” I said into his chest without pulling away. We stayed like that for several minutes. I didn’t know what had happened in his day and he didn’t know about mine, but we both seemed to know that we needed the physical contact, the closeness, at that moment. No words were necessary. We finally tore apart and Mason broke the silence.

“Okay, that was enough seriousness for the night. We both need to forget about whatever shitty kind of day we had and relax. Let’s go have some drinks and listen to what I hope is some halfway decent music.” He tilted his head at me as if he was asking my approval for this plan.

“Are you not playing tonight?” I asked, a little confused.

“Nope. Marcus changed up the schedule this week so that Friday nights are now open mic and Thursday and Saturday nights are scheduled sets,” he explained with a mischievous gleam in his eye.

“What?” I asked. “What are you not telling me?”

He leaned down to me and put his forehead on mine. “I may have had some pull on the schedule change so that I could actually spend some time with you tonight instead of having to worry about performing,” he admitted sheepishly. I couldn’t help but grin goofily and feel all gooey inside that he would go through the trouble of changing the entire bar’s schedule so he could spend time with me, but I was also sad that I wouldn’t get to hear him sing.

“So when will I get to hear you sing again?” I pretend pouted.

“I’ll play a song or two tonight acoustic if you want, but you’ll have to either come on a school night or bring your Saturday boy with you to the bar.” He moved his lips closer to mine so that were only centimeters apart.

“Well, that won’t be a problem any longer,” I whispered, bringing my lips so close to his that they were practically touching. “No more Saturday night guy.” He didn’t wait any longer to capture my mouth in his and I sighed in relief at the sensation of his mouth on mine. The kiss was long and hungry and I hoped a preview of what was in store for the rest of the night.

“Come on, Angel. Let’s get going before I give you another lesson right here in this parking lot,” Mason growled into my mouth. His words mixed with the pure wanton lust in his voice inspired a small growl of my own, which made him kiss me again. Finally, we separated and got on the motorcycle, both of us more than a little worked up.

When we got to the bar, Mason pulled his motorcycle around to the back where he parked close to a back door. He helped me off the bike and picked right up where we left off in my parking lot. He held me close against his body, I could feel that he was still hard as he pressed against my abdomen.

“Do you feel what you do to me? Do you have any idea how crazy you are making me right now?” He asked in a low voice as he kissed the top of my head. He began moving his mouth down to my neck and ear and continued to talk and kiss. “Tasting your mouth again?” Kiss. “Those fucking sexy ass pigtails?” Kiss. “Seeing you in that damn see-through shirt?” Kiss. “Feeling your heat through those damp silky panties while you were pressed up against my back?” Kiss.

I stepped back before I had a damn orgasm just from him talking to me and kissing my neck. “We should go inside before you try to start another lesson, Teach.” I smiled up at his handsome face. It was taking every ounce of inner strength I had not to drop to my knees in front of this Adonis in the parking lot and take his cock in my mouth. Luckily, before I could do anything completely stupid, he agreed and grabbed my hand to pull me through the back door.

Mason stopped by the office to let Marcus know that he was there even though he was technically off. Marcus was a little friendlier to me during our second meeting and I was surprised that he had remembered my name when he greeted me. We said goodbye and ventured into the main area. The room was fairly crowded and there was a girl on stage that was pretty good. Mason placed his hand possessively at the small of my back and guided me through the crowd to his regular table. I recognized several of the people there from last Friday, but didn’t remember everyone’s names. Mason seemed to sense my unease as we approached the table because he whispered in my ear, “The only people you need to know here are Cruz and Sebastian, Aaron isn’t here and he’s the only one that has a girlfriend that’s worth remembering. Cruz is my childhood best friend and Sebastian is his cousin.” He kissed the top of my head and I nodded. I remembered which ones were Cruz and Sebastian as soon as he said their names. Despite the fact that I did not find him attractive, Sebastian appeared to have no problems getting female attention as he had two brunettes snuggled up to him. However, it could easily be argued that Cruz, while not as physically impressive as Mason was, had just as much sex appeal as his best friend. He was average size in both height and build, but his bright green eyes combined with his darker complexion and long black hair was fascinating.

Everyone called out their greetings to Mason, or Rat rather, when we got settled onto his bar stool. He insisted that I sit on his lap again, so I positioned myself on one of his legs, with my legs dangling in between the two of his, so I could still see his face and be able to kiss him whenever I felt like it. Mason gave a universal hello to everyone around the table, but then turned to address Cruz and Sebastian. “Cruz, Sebastian, you remember Scarlett from last Friday.” I knew that there was no way that they were going to remember me from any other bimbo that Mason usually had curled up in his lap.

“The girl from last Friday? Angel?” Cruz’ question was directed more at Mason then at me, but they were both looking at me curiously. Of course they would remember because of Mason’s ridiculous little concert he dedicated to me.

“Yes, isn’t she incredible?” Mason answered him. He lightly pulled on one of my braids with one hand, kissed my cheek, and placed his other hand high up on my thigh. I blushed furiously knowing that everyone was watching us.

“Fucking brilliant, Rat,” Cruz said. I turned to look at him, not sure if he was being sarcastic or not, but when his emerald eyes locked onto mine, I was startled to see the pools of desire that stared back at me. Unable to control my reaction to him, I clenched my upper thighs tightly together and lightly dug my fingernails into Mason’s shoulder. It only took a matter of seconds for me to realize that I needed to break the stare, which I quickly did, but not without Mason observing the entire exchange.

Surprisingly, he chuckled and looked over at Cruz, “Not with this one, man.” Mason shook his head. “Not a fucking chance. You have no idea.” He brought me closer to him and wrapped one of his arms tightly across my waist and kissed the side of my mouth. I wasn’t exactly sure if I understood the entire conversation that just took place, but I was pretty sure that Cruz was asking Mason to share me with him.

“Don’t worry, Angel, no one else is going to touch you,” Mason assured me. I didn’t bother to tell him that I wasn’t worried in the least about Cruz because it was then that I noticed they were introducing the next local musician ready to take a shot at impressing the crowd. When Ash walked onto the stage with his acoustic hanging around his neck, I inhaled deeply and my body stiffened. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

“Up next is Ash Walker,” the announcer guy said into the microphone as the bar patrons all clapped enthusiastically at his introduction. Ash pulled one of the available stools up onto the stage and adjusted the microphone. He looked out into the crowd and showed his irresistible dimple.

“Ah shit,” I heard Mason mumble against my back.

“Thank you. I had actually planned to do a different song that I have been working on, but instead, I just noticed that a friend of mine that’s here, so I’m going to invite her up to play with me, if that’s okay with all of you. I think you’ll really enjoy this.” Everyone cheered. He turned and looked at me sitting in Mason’s lap and every eye in the bar followed his. “Scarlett?” He asked in the microphone. “Care to join me?”

I was going to fucking kill him when I got my hands on him. I could not believe he put me in this position and even though he acted like it was all innocent, just two friends who like to play guitar together, I couldn’t help but think he was sending a message to Mason. I turned to Mason and asked if there was an extra acoustic I could use. He stood up with me and walked with his hand in mine over to the back of the stage where he grabbed a guitar out of a case. He leaned down and kissed me solidly on the mouth. “I will beat his ass later if you want me to.” I just nodded my head, completely aware of the silence and stares still focused in on me. I walked up on stage where Ash had already pulled another stool next to his and set up a microphone. I glared at him letting him know that I was none too happy with his antics, but he just smiled and patted the stool.

“Sit down, butterfly,” he purred. Still contemplating bashing him over the head with the guitar, I lowered myself on the stool. “Lover’s Eyes?” he asked. I nodded and tried to focus less on the ass sitting in front of me and more on not making an idiot of myself. I looked over at Mason and gave him a tight smile. He nodded his head at me and smiled back. I was sure he was just as curious as everyone else what this was going to sound like.

I closed my eyes and took myself back to Ash’s room and pictured us sitting on his bed and tried to relax. I allowed him to lead us in as I always did, and then I joined him, in both guitar and voice. I looked into his beautiful face and forgot being mad at him while we lost ourselves in each other and the song. By the first chorus, I had forgotten about the other people there and just let go. We sang to each other, lost in the magical melodic connection that we always seemed to produce. We cut the song short since in its original version, it was well over five minutes, and as we stopped playing, a hush fell over the crowd. And then, a burst of applause shattered the silence and we even received a standing ovation from many of the people. I couldn’t believe it; my heart filled with joy at everyone’s positive reaction. I looked over at Mason, hoping to God that he wasn’t mad, but he too was standing and clapping with a huge smile spread across his face. I was so relieved that he wasn’t upset and couldn’t wait to snuggle back into his lap.

I slipped off the stool, gave a small curtsey, and put the guitar back in its case. I didn’t dare look at Ash during my exit, I turned off any emotion I felt for him. I would not allow him to ruin my night with Mason any more. People congratulated and complimented me as I walked back over to Mason’s table and I smiled and nodded my appreciation. I could hear Ash’s voice in the background singing, but my sole focus was on one rather large, pierced, tattooed, really fucking sexy rocker that was just a few feet in front of me.