Page 157 of Hard Rock Tease

What about Neil? We’d never talked about anything like that.

He was always so busy with work. He knew he couldn’t give me what I needed long term.

But what about for one last night?

I shook my head, trying to clear those thoughts away. There was no chance of that happening.

Still, a small part of me couldn’t help but wonder.

Might it be possible that I could have the two of them at once?

***

FERAL SILENCE WAS on fire, lighting up the stage with their performance. The gathered crowd chanted the lyrics and waved their light sticks, screaming the band members’ names during the quieter moments. A few girls in the front row had tears streaming down their faces.

Kell’s smooth voice alternated between growling and purring, bringing an edge of dark sensuality to every word. His messy hair flopped over his forehead, sweat plastering it to his face, but it only served to make his expression that much more frenzied, that much more captivating.

Playing in front of a live crowd seemed to give Ren even more energy than he had in rehearsals. His body rocked and flowed in time with the music, and his bass guitar seemed to be almost an extension of himself.

Morris pounded away at the drums like he was possessed by a demon, the rapid-fire drumbeats reverberating in the chest of every concertgoer. He was half hidden behind his large drum set, but that didn’t stop him from putting every ounce of energy he had into each strike.

Then there was Jayce. He wore his ever-present leather jacket, but was shirtless underneath, the sweat of exertion and bright lights making his chest and abs glisten. His narrowed eyes looked down and out, his fiery gaze slowly roving over every inch of the concert hall as if he was meeting the eyes of every fan. His fingers ran up and down the fretboard as he played to the crowd, beckoning for them to sing louder, jump higher, dance harder.

Whenever it was time for him to sing backup vocals, those deft fingers caressed the mic stand as if it was a long lost lover. Someone yelled out his name and he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, then bit down lightly, giving the audience that knowing smirk.

As I watched the concert from the pit, as close to the stage as I could get without crawling onto it, I was reminded of the contrast between when Jayce was off-stage and when he was on stage flirting with the audience, gazing at each of them with his dark, seductive eyes. He had to switch it on and off like a lightbulb. No wonder Jayce got panic attacks. I could only imagine what it felt like to feel as if you had lost your identity.

It wasn’t like he was two completely different people, though. Yes, his public persona was a little different from his private one, but even Jayce himself said it was only that brief moment between stage and curtain that caused him problems. It wasn’t like I’d never seen him act the cocky rock star in person.

Jayce’s gaze wandered over the crowd. When he looked down at the front row, he seemed to pause on me. I stiffened and held my breath, camera phone clenched between two hands. I’d seen him in concert enough times that I thought I was used to being only one of many on the receiving end of that stare. Apparently not. I was reacting the exact same way I had when we were alone and he threw me that patented look.

I couldn’t fight the memory of his fingers on my skin, rough and callused. He had made me beg and plead. He had played with me so expertly, the same way he played with the strings on his guitar, like I was his very own instrument to wring sweet music from. In bed, Jayce was every bit the rock star god he acted on stage. Passionate, fervent. For all that Jayce was reserved in private, he certainly seemed expressive enough when bringing me to orgasm.

A heated flush washed through my body at the thought, but I pushed it back. It wasn’t only physical with Jayce. I may have been overwhelmed by that feral gaze of his at the start, but over the last few months I’d gotten to know him, I’d developed feelings for him.

I scanned the hall, taking stock of the audience, and saw Neil on the opposite side of the pit next to one of the camera operators, no doubt telling him how to do his job. I stifled a smile. Typical Neil. Ever the micromanager, ever the bossy one. I’d found out just how commanding he could be when he commanded me to come through text message.

Neil could be a bit of an ass, it was true, but I understood him. He was driven and dedicated the same way I was—willing to do anything to make a name for himself. That was what I’d liked about him. That drive, that focus. I shivered in memory of what his words had done to me.

There was something in the back of my mind. Something bothering me. Did it have to do with Neil? I glanced over at him as he pointed to the camera operator, telling him to swing the lens over to the left side of the stage to film Jayce, on fire as always.

Neil, with his expression of fierce concentration.

Jayce, with his heated, hungry gaze.

It came to me, then. That thought in the back of my head I hadn’t been able to silence. That comment Jayce had made in that hotel room.

“I’m not saying we have to break up.”

And Kell’s words when we’d talked about my feelings for the two men.

“…if they agree to share one last time.”

Was that what Jayce was trying to say in the hotel room? Was that why he kept giving me those probing looks?

A combination of excitement and nerves filled my chest at the thought of taking on both men at the same time. The ache between my legs turned that much sweeter, that much hotter.

Could I ever do something so daring?