Page 49 of Resist

My chest panged with jealousy. I’d never been there and had always wanted to go. “Oh, okay. That’s fine. I’ll do some brainstorming while you’re there.” I smiled, probably a bit too much.

Josh winked at Lucas. “Good work, Dimps. Your new solo is gonna be … solid.” He made a cock-stroking gesture then walked to the door, opened it, and called out ‘later’ before it shut behind him.

Blinking, I tapped the screen of my iPad to activate it. “Sometimes, I just don’t know about that man.”

“You and me both.” Lucas helped himself up from the ground in front of me. “He’s all right for the most part, he’s just had it rough.”

“You mean his parents?”

“He told you about them?”

“He did.”

Lucas grinned then walked to the centre of the room again. “That means he trusts you.”

“That’s good, but …” I paused, deciding whether or not to ask him what I wanted to. “Do you?”

“Trust you?” He seemed to think about it for a second. “Yeah, I do. I’ve no reason not to.”

“Good, because I want you to do something on stage during your routine that you might not be comfortable with at first. I didn’t want to mention it in front of Josh. I wanted to run it by you first.”

His eyes widened. “What is it?”

“I …” My body flushed with heat as I tried to find the words. “I want you to …”

He chuckled. “Tell me.”

“Here’s the thing… I want you to be brash and bold. I want you to be my biggest kept secret.”

“What are you saying, Helena?”

I sighed. “Right now you’re the ‘baby’ of the group; the ‘sweet’ one, the ‘innocent’ one. And there’s nothing wrong with that. In fact, I like that you’re all of those things, and I want you to continue to be all of those things. But I want you to bemore. I want you to knock every woman (and man) in the room off their feet by doing something they wouldn’t expect.”

His eyebrow rose, sceptically. “And that something is …?”

Straightening my shoulders, I told him exactly what it was. “I want you to masturbate on stage.”

“WHAT?”

“Not in full sight,” I quickly explained, raising my hand. “Not like in the stairwell—”

His gaze turned lecherous, as did my body. “You remember that?”

“Of course.” I cleared my throat. “I mean, how could I not? It’s not every day you stumble across a man doing that in a public—”

Lucas took a step toward me. “And you want me to do it again?”

“Well, yes, if you want to. Your hand would be down your pants so no one would see a thing. They would just know you’re doing it. It’s completely your call.”

Closing his eyes, he relaxed his neck and opened his legs a shoulder-width apart. “Play the song again for me, from the second verse.”

Curious of his next move, I didn’t hesitate and pressed play on the iPad, skipping to halfway through the song. Van Halen blasted from the speaker, the unmistakable sound of an electric guitar filling the room. Lucas tapped his foot to the beat then gradually moved his hands over his workout shorts and up his body. I watched eagerly as he explored himself, wishing they were my hands and not his. His body was a magnet, and I could feel the pull.

Lifting the hem of his tank top, Lucas gifted me a peek of his obliques. They were most pleasant, as was his washboard abs and pecs. I felt like shouting ‘take it off’, and nearly did, but found myself desperately digging my fingernails into the sofa instead.

Lucas reached behind his head and grabbed the neckline of his tank top, tugging it over his shoulders, eyes still closed, his body a slave to the music.

“Gooood,” I moaned under my breath, following closely as his hands roamed his chest, moved up to his neck, and slid through his hair.