Chapter 2 ~ Enjoy!

2.

While getting ready to head back to The House of Blues for her Saturday night performance, Sutton’s heart fluttered with the thought of hearing Greysen sing again. She knew one way or the other, she had to talk to him tonight; she couldn’t stop thinking about him. In the shower, she imagined those long graceful fingers gliding over her body. Her thighs trembled with the vivid memory of the raw, sensual power of his voice, and she couldn’t help but slide her hand down between her legs to caress herself. A light moan escaped her lips with her first touch.

It’s been so long since she felt desire pulsating through her lower body like a heartbeat of its own. Not sure she’d be able to stop once she opened those flood gates, she wouldn’t bring herself to orgasm. After so many years, she wanted it to be done right.

The aching twinge never dissipated, and it made her determined to get the chance to experience that world again. She knew when she did, everything had to be perfect. So she took her time in the shower shaving and re-shaving until every inch of her was silky smooth. Her make-up was done with an artist’s hand – being sure each stroke was just right – and she nervously changed her outfit five times. What am I doing? she thought. She didn’t even know this man…he didn’t even know she existed, and here she was preparing herself like she was going to share the most intimate pieces of her body with him.

A blood-red halter dress with a plummeting neckline that gave a nice amount of cleavage to her full breasts, without being overdone, was the final change. Mr. Hebert did say dress to impress, though, there was only one person she was truly worried about impressing. Her red heels laced up around her ankle, tying in little bows on the back. Standing before the mirror looking at herself, she remembered what it felt like the last time she’d dressed up with the specific intentions of wanting a man to look her way – seven years ago.

Her thoughts lingered on that voice from last night and again the tightness squeezed parts of her body low and aching for a man’s touch for so long; she’d just never found one worthy of that touch – no one held a candle to her perfect image of Ethen.

She sat on a high barstool, guitar case at her feet, tracing futile patterns on the black bar with her finger from the moisture that’d dripped down her glass of water. Two performers had come and gone and she had yet to see Greysen. Turning in her seat, she knocked over her guitar case, but when she bent quickly to try and catch it, it was already caught.

Large, strong hands gripped the top of her black case. She followed the bulging veins in his smooth, bronzed skin, up defined arms streaked in bands of thick muscle. A tight black t-shirt stretched and hugged his chiseled bicep and pulled over the broad expanse of shoulders that were almost touching her knees.

His eyes were unfocused, wild, and excited as she looked down to their position – peering in between her spread legs. Shit. When she’d bent down and got distracted by the perfect, muscled physique kneeling before her, she’d left her legs gaping open on the barstool without realizing it. In the same second, his eyes shot up to hers and she closed her legs with a loud colliding of knees.

“Uhm hum…” He cleared his throat as he stood and shook his head. “Sorry.” He placed the guitar case against the bottom of the bar and walked away.

Sutton watched his curvy, tight ass in his dark blue, fitted jeans walk away before she could even catch her breath to thank him. His eyes startled her so; she’d forgotten how to breathe. They were the most beautiful shade of violet – stunningly purple – amazing, heart-piercing eyes surrounded by a webbing of long, thick, black lashes. She grabbed her guitar case to go after him when she heard her name called over the mic – it was her turn. A few deep, calming breaths cleared her head, and she took her place on stage.

With her Variax nested on her lap and cradled to her chest, she played the song she’d written while in solitary and praying for death.

“Darkness fills my kamikaze mind
Lost, aching, ever desperate to find
An escape, a release… please, stop the pain
Waking to a reflection consumed with disdain
Destined for love, so why was love ripped away
No, not gone, no please, I can’t face another day
Please take me, take me home
Please take me, I’m all alone
Oh, Lord, please take me, take me out of the light
I’ve given up, no more will for the fight
Once, love lived inside so freely
Once, life lived together, so easily
Now my heart left behind to deteriorate
My love was taken, now I disintegrate
Deteriorate, disintegrate, lacerate me inside
Left hollow, soulless, nowhere to hide
Please take me, take me home
Please take me, I’m all alone
Oh, Lord, please take me, take me out of the light
I’ve given up, no more will for the fight
Please take me home, I’m ready tonight”

The crowded room was so overcome with a sudden eruption of applause and hollers of excitement, Sutton couldn’t even hear herself think. She looked out towards the way of the packed room and could see nothing but the familiar fog of cigarette smoke and hazed figures of the bodies closest to the stage. Searching the crowd, her eyes focused right, and there he was again – the man with the violet eyes. He was standing on the side stage, D’Aquisto in hand. It was him, Greysen.

She stood swiftly, took a quick bow and walked towards him to exit the stage. His vibrant purple eyes enhanced from those lush, long lashes, glowed in the darkened room against his flawlessly tanned skin. He gave a sly smile, showing his immaculate white teeth behind his luxuriantly full, kissable lips. His black, full-bodied hair was just long enough to cover his ears and sweep lightly across his forehead in thick, feathery waves. His square jaw cut sharply against his broad neck. Even in the shadows she could see the outline of an impeccably formed chest almost breaching the black shirt that strained to hold in all that muscle.

Her knees weakened as the twitching muscles of her thighs tried their hardest to hold in what wanted to pour out from her pussy, and this was just from the sight of him. She forgot what it felt like to want someone so badly, even if it was just physical. She denied herself for so many years – not that she hadn’t had the offers – that now seven years of pent up lust came rushing from the most intimate areas of her body in a hot, prickling flood until her nipples hardened and her fingers twitched. And it grew when Greysen gave her a quick wink as he passed her to take his place on stage.

Although she wanted so badly to stay and watch him perform, she had to find a restroom quickly or they’d have to send someone with a mop to follow her around the rest of the night. She quickly ran into a stall and wiped, a few times. She stood before the mirror taking breath after breath, trying to calm her thumping heart. Greysen’s eloquent notes drifted through the air like a sweet aroma from a pastry shop. It opened up her mind, her heart, her soul to a level she once thought was decimated. In that instant, feeling his music pulse through her body, she was soothed. Quickly, she joined the crowd of attention-hungry women watching this gorgeous being raise goose bumps on their wanting skin – hers included.

As she made her way to the side stage, Greysen turned his eyes her way and began to sing. Her heart thudded and her stomach turned listening to his words that she felt she could’ve written. He sang of a day when he’d realized that the woman he loved had moved on and forgotten about him.

How could that ever be possible? Sutton thought. He was the epitome of irresistible. Someone would have to be committed to the nuthouse if they walked away from him. Her heart ached feeling the despondency he portrayed so vividly in his heartfelt words. Tears welled in her eyes as he sang about watching his love from afar and knowing he would never again touch her, kiss her, smell her sweet breath. Her tears spilled over but she caught them and wiped them from her cheeks before they got out of hand.

She knew pain so raw could only come from the experience of a loss so great, and knowing he’d been through something so life changing himself made her want him even more.

Greysen sat on that stool, his enticing eyes focused on Sutton’s face like he was singing directly to her. She looked around to be sure there was no one else he could’ve been staring at so intimately, and there was no one else. He was looking at her, singing to her. She felt an instant connection to him; more than physical this time and she wanted him, more than his body. She wanted to do whatever it took to wash away the sadness from his eyes, to see that sly smile again.

He walked off the stage while his final chord reverberated through the highly stimulated and enthusiastically cheering crowd and right over to her.
Her heart began to flutter while watching his sexy saunter. The closer he got, the sweatier her palms grew, until she had to wipe them on her dress.

“That was amazing,” Sutton said in a strained whisper.

The place was so loud she knew Greysen couldn’t hear her, but she couldn’t seem to get the words out any louder. He waved his free hand around once, pointed to his ear and then leaned in closer to her, his lips barely grazing her ear, and spoke.

“What was that, love?”

Her breath caught in her throat and she tried hard to swallow but couldn’t seem to get it down. Not only was his voice identical to that of Ethen’s, but that’s exactly what he used to call her, love; that, and Suttybug. She cringed with the thought.

He stayed next to her ear, his breath light and warm, sending shivering waves over her body. He was so close she could smell the light savory scent of his skin, the deep rich smell of his shampoo. Her breathing became heavy, and she tried to repeat herself without sounding anxious and desperate for his touch.

“I said, that was amazing.”

He pulled his face back just an inch so he could look into her eyes. “Would you like to step outside so we can actually hear each other without screaming?”

She nodded once and turned to follow him as he had already begun to step to a side exit. He opened the door just a crack so she could slip through, ducking her head under his arm. He followed and pushed the door shut tightly behind him.

The door led to a small, enclosed courtyard where the brown brick from the building continued outward creating a small patio area. On the side opposite the building was a black wrought iron table with a vast, white umbrella protruding from the center. The fence that enclosed it was overgrown with bushes and vines so dense and abundant you could not see out…or in. A gas street lamp sat in the far right corner casting an elongated shadow across the intimately secluded space.

“I was quite nervous having to follow you…your voice is sensational,” Greysen said as he walked over to Sutton who had her back pressed against the brick wall of the building. His voice was profound, stimulating, and it made her quiver.

She let out a small giggle. “Thanks, but I think you have no problems holding your own. Those women in there would lick shit from the bottom of your shoes if you told them to.” A small embarrassed laugh escaped her mouth from her choice of words to this stunning creature that was standing only a couple of feet away from her now. She could’ve extended an arm and pressed her hand to his large chest.

Her eyes roamed his body, taking in all the muscular girth hiding underneath those snug clothes; from his broad shoulders, to his solid chest narrowing down just slightly to a tight waist. She couldn’t help but hover just a moment at the immense bulge between his legs, and she felt the need to wipe again. Her eyes continued down to the thickness of his thighs hard-pressed against all that straining denim.

He closed the distance between them and placed his hands on the wall on either side of her head. She knew he was at least six-and-a-half feet tall because at five-eight plus her four inch heels, she still had to look up to meet his spectacular eyes, which were only inches from hers now.

“And what about you?” His voice had dropped, though it was already deep and rough, making the question more seductive than she thought he’d meant it to be.

Sutton knew she wanted him, but was it possible he wanted her too? He could’ve had his choice of women; not only in that bar, but just walking down the street she was sure women would’ve thrown themselves at him, because she would’ve. She knew she was quite striking but he was like a God. It was almost as if these feelings were all brand new again. She felt so much want for him it was hard for her to breathe, and knowing that only a breath held them apart, she wasn’t quite sure how to answer.

“What about me?” she whispered, but kept the tone steady not allowing the lust seep out in her words.

He let out a small huff of a laugh and brought his face another inch closer. If she stuck out her tongue it would’ve touched his plush, perfectly shaped lips. “Did you not like the song?” he asked during that small move.

She knew he could see her chest rising in heavy, wanting pants but she continued to keep her voice stable as she answered. “Yeah, but…I don’t lick shit for no one.”

Her eyes were locked in his powerful gaze as he brought his body another inch closer to her so it was in the same position as his face – only a hair from hers. There was an energy pulsing between their bodies as if they were standing on a live wire. It prickled warmly over her skin. Or was this what it felt like to be beyond the breaking point horny?

“That’s good. You’re far too beautiful to drop to such desperate measures for any man…though…” He paused, his eyes searching her face. He looked intently at each of her features; from her eyes he followed the straight line of her nose, tracing the outline of her trembling lips to the line of her jaw. She watched his eyes move along that line to her ear and then to her neck. She knew where his eyes would follow to next so she took a deep breath, putting a little extra thrust into her chest as she spoke again.

“Though what?”

His eyes slowly made their way back up to her eyes, not embarrassed that he was blatantly looking at her breasts, and he whispered, “I’d lick anything you ask me to.”