Page 144 of Just Wait

I cup his jaw, running my thumbs over his cheeks just above where his stubble ends.

He really is so sweet.

Pushing up on my knees, I shove my mouth to his. He growls, his hand clamping down on my ass as he brings the other to cup my face.

It takes until I’m already kissing him to realize the others are watching, but they’ve made it seem like they’re a package deal. I’m not going to feel weird about showing affection to any one of them in front of the other two.

It might be different for me, but they’re alphas. They’re used to sharing, or at the very least, they grow up knowing they’ll be part of a pack one day.

I’m going to enjoy fooling around with three guys for as long as it lasts, and I’m not going to feel guilty about it.

I have another brief conversation with Mr. Hawthorne and electronically sign the contract while the guys practice.

Once they’re done, Parish and Tennyson bolt back to the bus. I’m not sure if they’re antsy to get eyes on Wren or if they’re desperate for a nap.

Riser and Kincaid run over to the food truck to grab lunch, and Malcolm asks me to stick around to run through “When The Time Comes.”

It’s insane how fast he picks up the changes I made to the chord progressions, and I end up staring at him in awe as he takes over the intro.

It’s a battle to remember to play.

Goddamn.

Malcolm is amazing.

He could be fronting his own band. He has a completely different tone than Kincaid, but they’re both talented singers.

I’m so lost watching him that I jolt, messing up the beat, as Riser joins us.

Malcolm carries on, and Kincaid slides up behind me. My face heats as I realize I’m playing his guitar.

“I normally don’t let anyone touch my baby,” K says close to my ear. “But watching you play it is sexy as fuck. Show me what I’m supposed to be doing, so I can take over.”

His warmth frames my back, and I feel so put on the spot that I forget what I’m doing.

Malcolm stops playing and grins at me. “Take it from the top?”

I nod. “Y-Yeah.”

Okay, Lumen. Get your shit together. Don’t embarrass yourself in front of world-famous musicians.

Oh, God.

What am I even doing?

I’ve never wished I could play bass, but right now, I’d kill to be able to. Watching Kincaid and Malcolm take over the lyrics is an incredible experience.

Between the two of them, they have rhythm and lead guitar under control.

Being this close, I get a full view of the skulls on Kincaid’s hands as he plays.

Okay, I take my earlier statement back.

They’re sick.

It’s just that most of the world doesn’t get to see them like this.

Riser is unreal. He didn’t even hear the whole song, and he managed to come in and lay down a beat that fits perfectly. On his second playthrough, he amps up his skills to a whole different level.