Syn's Deep In My Blood - Book 2

Cloud Nine

San Diego

"Shit... Jimmy, I'm so late! We have to be in the venue in like... 40 minutes! Oh my god." I paced back and forth in the hotel room as he watched me with a foolish smile, lying all comfortable in the bed.

Why the hell does he have to be so calm like that? Tonight is our first concert. The first my band will be opening for them, and we'll be facing a massive crowd of their deadly fans. I'm gonna be thrilled if they don't boo us or throw us piss. No, please, not piss...

"How can you... just lay in there, Jimmy? You're not even ready!" I kept collecting my clothes and bath stuff around the room to go to the shower.

"C'mon, I get ready in 5. Just gotta fix my hair. I'm not Mrs. Gates that started dressing an hour ago in his room." he approached me and pulled me to a breathtaking kiss. "Don't worry, you'll get used to this." His arms snaked around my back and then down to my waist.

"You're not even a little... nervous, babe?" I mumbled, looking at his eyes as I devilishly surprised him with my freezing hands under his shirt. He broke our hug apart and stepped back from me with a jump.

"OUCH!! What you have on those fingers, fucking icebergs?" his body shrank.

"I have anxiety! Neat! You look like you could use some!" I moved a few steps towards him with a threatening face, he tried to escape by my left side, but I trapped him between the bathroom door and the wardrobe. "Hmm, I'd definitely trade that for a little piece of this heaven here." he laughed down at me while I smelled his cologne from his neck and the part of his chest showing above his shirt. It definitely had the power to calm me.

"Ems, as much as I love you hedging me like this, you gotta go get ready cause I know if you start to get all hands on me, we won't be showing up for our jobs that soon. I speak for myself." Jimmy noticed I was staring mesmerized at his lips while he was talking and stuck his tongue to lick my silly smile. I laughed. "And I gotta go talk to Jason about our little after concert party. He has contacts with dealers from Tijuana, good stuff. Just you and me and some illegal substances to celebrate the new tour. Sounds good?" he shot me a dirty smile.

I cocked one eyebrow at him and pecked his lips once more. This should be fun.

"That's a really tempting offer, and you should also be considered an illegal substance, you know?" I threw a seductive gaze at him. "Go before I reclaim my daily dose of you. Go." I winked and turned my back to get inside the bathroom. Jimmy went out but not before slapping my ass slightly, tearing a few giggles out of me.

When I heard the door finally shut, I got undressed and went inside the bathroom stall. I loved to feel the current of air mixing with the extremely hot water hitting my skin, so I grew a habit to let the bathroom door always wide open.

My mind kept remembering the chord and solo positions of the songs we planned to play tonight as I showered. I hope I wouldn't forget anything.

A sudden door-opening noise made me jolt and scarred away my thoughts. Jimmy must've forgotten something.

I got back to my relaxing moment and turned my back to the glass door, facing the wall now. My hands were finally hot again, and I wasn't trembling that much. Maybe that's what I needed, a good and refreshing shower to calm my nerves. When I'd finally achieved a concentration state, that I could close my eyes peacefully, a pair of slender hands cupped my breasts and squeezed them softly from behind.

"Jimmy?" I tried, but I felt it wasn't him.

I looked down and saw the tattoos. Oh no...

"Try again..." he whispered.