'Til you Can't

Let's Give Them Something to Talk About

            Cody's POV:

The entire show, all I had been able to think about was the feel of her lips pressed against mine for that brief moment in time. More times than I would like to admit, I'd had to depend on the crowd to finish my lyrics, playing it off that I wanted to hear them singing my songs. But the truth was, anytime I'd caught Naomi dancing along to whatever song I was singing, my brain would go blank, making me forget the words.

But with each song that was sang, I knew that I was getting closer and closer to seeing her again, to being physically close to her again. My lips were already tingling thinking about having hers pressed against them again. My fingers itched with the need to touch her silky-smooth skin. And my dick? Well lets just say that the girls who had paid for pit tickets were getting a good idea of what was behind my zipper. Worst part of it all was that I was on stage, and I couldn't very easily adjust myself inside my pants without thousands of people seeing what I was doing, not to mention all the videos that would be plastered all over the internet.

When in between songs, a wicked idea popped into my head. I didn't know if this was going to work, but it was worth a short. All night I had been standing up here center stage baring a massive hard-on so the least Naomi could do would be to join me in a song, right? After all, she had the chops; she proved that when doing backup vocals.

"Tonight, has been a night that I am never going to forget Tulsa. Y'all sure know how to make a guy feel welcome. But if y'all don't mind, I have a friend that I want to bring out for this next song." I said, cutting my eyes to the side of the stage. It took a second before realization dawned on Naomi. When it did, she began shaking her head 'no' vehemently which only made me want to drag her out here more. "She's got country music royalty in her veins and that talent was passed on to her, even if she doesn't look at music as a career choice. Y'all help me welcome to the stage for the first time, my friend, Naomi McEntire."

As I finished my little spill, the crowd began chanting Naomi's name. But still, she stood frozen in place, looking at me as if I had suddenly grown two heads.

"Aww come on now. You going to leave the crowd hanging?" I said, looking over at her. My words had her fisting her hands on her lean hips. Even from this distance, I could see that red headed temper flaring in those gorgeous green eyes of hers.

Tired of waiting to see if she was going to come out o stage willingly, I sat my guitar down on the stage and quickly jogged over to where Naomi was standing. When I reached her, I slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her close to me before leaning down and whispering in her ear. "Are you going to come out with me willingly or am I going to have to carry you kicking and screaming?"

Because of our proximity to one another, I could smell a hint of tequila on her breath, telling me that while I hadn't been looking, someone -most likely Trey- had been slipping her shots. In that moment, all I could think about was that song from the early 2000's that talked about what happened when women drank tequila. Wonder in tequila really does make her clothes fall off?

"I'd like to see you try." She said, stepping up onto her tip toes, her lips mere inches from my own. I wanted nothing more that to kiss. But kissing her meant that I would pull her closer. Pulling her closer meant that she would be able to feel the undeniable bulge in my jeans. And with the way I was feeling right now, if she was to get close enough to me that she could feel that part of me, I don't think I would be able to stop myself from taking her.

"Don't tempt me with a good time, hun." I said, inching my lips closer to hers.

The two of us stood there like that -her on her tips toes, me looking down at here and barely 2 inches between out lips- for what seemed like forever but couldn't have been more that couple of minutes just staring into one another's eyes, waiting to see who was going to give in first. The roar of the crowd chanting her name was drowned out by the sound of my heart racing in my ears. I was just about ready to make good on my 'kicking and screaming' promise when I watched a slow smile spread over her face seconds before I felt her hand land in the middle of my chest, pushing me and making me walk backwards back to the stage. The whole time, my eyes stayed locked on hers.