The Lotus's Flame

Jax Part 7

   Jax sat backstage, waiting for show time. He felt as if his life were about to change. As he sat there waiting, he lit a cigarette and put it to his mouth, inhaling deeply. His thoughts went to the strange yet calming dream he had several weeks before. He wondered if his feelings now could be connected to this dream. Knowing show time was near, he
He shook these thoughts away, stood up, and flicked his cigarette into the toilette. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. His once chin-length hair had grown down to his shoulders in unruly waves. He now had a slight beard to match his longer hair. He wore it slicked back tonight, causing the natural curls to fall in waves at his shoulders. As usual, he wore all black, a power color for him. His fans loved the color, and he lived for them. He was in a good mood and anxious to start the show. Finally, that time had come.

Jax and the band walked out onto the stage, and the rowdy room fell silent with all eyes on them. He scanned the room through his many fans, and in the very front, he saw Legs. Beside her stood what he could only describe as raw beauty. His eyes scanned the woman's innocent-looking facial expressions. She was exceptionally gorgeous but in a natural beauty kind of way. Her lips were beautiful and pink, begging for his kisses. Her hair was chestnut brown, piled in an artful disarray of curls with a few stray locks trailing down the slender column of her alluring throat. Jax's eyes slid further to her breasts, so round and perfectly proportioned enough to fit in his hands. The luscious mounds made his cock shift in his leather pants. Her frame was delicate and slender but also slightly curved in all the right places. Her voluptuous hips and shapely legs would feel like heaven wrapped around him. This woman was ultimately out of place, yet in some strange way, she seemed to belong. He could not take his eyes off of her wide, innocent eyes. Those depths bore into his own, so full of tenderness and uncertainty. Her eyes were so grey they almost seemed silver and mesmerized him. He continued to stare at her for what seemed like an eternity. It felt as if they were the only two people in the room. The sound of his band playing broke the trance she had him in, letting him know it was showtime.

Kaitlyn stared in wonder at the man on stage in front of her. Jax was over six feet tall and dressed in all black. His hair was a dark blonde that hung in unruly waves to his broad shoulders. He had a slight beard of the same color, and his skin was so pale it gave him a god-like glow. His lips were so perfect, complete, and strong. His eyes were so green, made of emeralds, and full of fiery passion. Looking into these enchanting eyes, she wondered if he were not of this world. Jax looked like some dark prince or perhaps even the devil sent to destroy her very soul. Her eyes reluctantly left his face to take in the rest of his harsh beauty. The tight black T-shirt accented his broad shoulders and sculpted-well-defined chest. His powerfully long and firmly sculpted arms were masked in tattoos. His right arm had a skull with flames and music notes shooting from it, winding across a sculpted bicep. His left arm had a spider web, and the spider was trapped within its strands as if its web were destroying it. His considerably sizable hands were nothing short of beautiful, with long fingers that played the guitar with powerful preciseness. His hips were solid and well-defined, like his long-toned legs in the skintight leather pants he wore. Every inch of Jax was well-proportioned and lithe like a panther. Her eyes caught sight of the bulge between his powerful thighs, and her mouth went dry. She quickly raised her attention back to his face.

Kaitlyn could have sworn she saw Jax look at her. She knew he had. His captivating eyes seemed to scan her entire body and perhaps even her soul. She looked up at this dark prince, letting his music flow through her. It was clear he was passionate about it. She could see his love for the stage and music in his eyes, see it on his devastatingly handsome face. It felt like he sang to her and her alone when he sang. At this thought, she started to panic, to fear meeting him. She knew if he did try to seduce her, she would be unable to resist him. He riveted her to the spot as if she were spellbound. She feared she would let him have his way with her if he tried. Deep inside, she knew that his emotional strength was probably just as impressive as his physical strength.