CHAPTER 15
ZIGGY
Watching Lucky perform her final encore, everything became very clear.
Her fame. Her popularity. The legions of obsessed fans.
She was a powerhouse. The full package. She had the illusive ‘it’ factor.
As I watched her work the crowd, pulling them in with every song, storming across the stage like she’d been born on it, keeping her adoring fans hanging on her every word and move — I got it.
I became one of them.
Mesmerizing and seductive, she made us all fall in love with her. She rocked us to our very core, leaving us sweaty and elated and begging for more. Even from the side of the stage, I could feel the intense energy pulsing through the crowd, the love, the desire, the intense devotion was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
And it was all about her.
It was all for her.
And yet, at the same time, she was the one who created it.
She made us love her.
She demanded we love her.
There was no question. No negotiations. No timid inquiry.
She exploded on the stage like a fireball of energy, demanding you take notice and bathe in her light.
My eyes grazed over the crowd, the welcoming sight of the Gods, lining the edges and actively scanning the screaming, dancing audience for any visible threat, made me proud to be a part of such an amazing organization. And as I looked back at Lucky, the crowd eating out of her hand, I was proud to be here with her, too.
With any luck, we’d get rid of this asshole, Nicholai, in no time at all, and I could find my way back into her bed sooner than later. As I watched her dance around, the tight black leather pants cradling her ass like a prize, I prayed for sooner.
Show your face, prick, I thought. I can’t take this much longer.
The song ended and after a thunderous roar of applause, Lucky waved goodbye to the crowd and ran off stage towards me and jumped into my arms, her thighs wrapping around my hips, her arms snaking around my neck.
She was dripping in sweat and leather, but I didn’t care. For a split second, I leaned into her, squeezing her ass with my splayed out fingers as I held her up, the sudden embrace impossible to resist. But then I spotted Ryder over her shoulder, standing guard on the opposite side of the stage, his brow furrowed in disapproval.
“That was amazing,” I whispered in her ear, as I gently untangled myself from her with great reluctance. The sweat she transferred to my cheek cooled in her absence and as I smiled down at her, longing to lay a passionate kiss on her to show her just how much her performance had impacted me, it physically hurt to not give into such a raging need.
“Thank you!” she replied, grabbing a towel and wiping the sweat from her brow. My head spun as I watched a small drop fall from her temple, sliding down her sculpted cheeks, teasing me with touching the skin that I couldn’t.
I’m here to do a job, I reminded myself.
“Let’s get you to your dressing room,” I said, my voice a pained growl.
She was surging with energy, pacing around me like an excited puppy.
“I want to party!” she shouted.
I smiled, and gestured for Blade, who was standing near-by, to join us as we walked down the long maze of hallways that led back to the dressing rooms. Fury, Nate and Eli stood guard outside and they greeted us as we drew near.
“Everything clear?” I asked.
“Sure is,” Fury said. “Been pretty quiet down here. The concert sounded amazing.”
“It was,” I nodded, beaming with pride.
“Thanks for looking out down here, boys,” Lucky said, smiling at them, as she walked into her room.
“Voodoo Donuts delivered a huge amount of donuts,” Nate said. “They made a donut that looks just like you, Lucky.”
“Cool!” Lucky said, as the door closed behind us, leaving Blade, Nate, Fury and Eli standing outside. I watched as she walked over to the bubblegum pink box and opened it up. “Wow, Ziggy, look!”
Sure enough, staring back at us was a brightly colored purple pastry with Lucky’s face drawn on it in pink frosting.
“It’s a perfect likeness,” I said.
She picked it up and took a bite out of it, as bright red jelly began oozing from the center and dripping from her lips.
“You have something on your lip,” I said, my eyes glued to her luscious lips.
“Here?” she asked, reaching for the wrong side.
“No,” I shook my head.
“Here?” she asked again, pointing to the middle of her bottom lip.
“Nope,” I growled, my tongue itching to escape from it’s confines and show her just where it was.
“I’m eating myself,” she said, chomping on it again playfully.
“I see that,” I said, as more of the jelly oozed out, covering her lips in sticky sweetness.
She looked up at me knowingly, her eyes sparkling with boldness.
“You could lick it off,” she said, arching her back, pressing her tits seductively against my chest. “I won’t tell anyone.”
“I’m a strong man, Lucky,” I said, turning away from her. “But I’m not that strong. You enjoy your donut, darling, and I’ll be right outside.”
“You’re no fun,” she called after me with a chuckle.
“It’s not fun you want, and you know it,” I said, throwing a last look at her over my shoulder before I opened the door. She stared back at me, licking the jelly from her lips with a smile.
“You know me so well already,” she said.
“I’m a quick learner.”
“Yes, you are,” she said, her voice like a knife in my heart. I’d memorized every inch of her, learned what made her moan, what made her scream — but the knowledge alone wasn’t enough.
It would never be enough.
I walked out into the hallway, leaving her there alone and taking my frustration with me.