Because as Jordie’s beautiful, smoky voice filled the church, his fingers moving ever so effortlessly across the strings, Kacey was completely entranced by him. He sang the song like it was his and not Love and Theft’s “Whiskey on My Breath.” She was totally blown away, and she knew it wasn’t the first time she had seen or heard him sing, but it felt like it. As his eyes drifted shut, his voice so raspy and full of conviction, the words left his lips like they were made just for him, and Kacey’s eyes quickly filled with tears.
She hadn’t really listened to the song before, but she was convinced that the duo had written it with Jordie, and anyone else who was fighting the battle of addiction, in mind. It was such a moving thing to see and she wanted to make sure everyone else felt the same, but she couldn’t take her eyes off him. She would admit that she didn’t understand what he had gone through—the struggle, the pain, and the need—but she was proud, so freaking proud of him for overcoming it all.
That was her man and he was so fucking beautiful.
As he sang the chorus once more, people started to sing with him. When the person beside her slid his hand into hers, she looked at him and he was crying. Big, huge tears, rushing down his face and staining his shirt, and he slowly nodded, feeling every single one of the words like she was. Her heart just hurt as she gave him the best smile she could before turning her gaze back to Jordie. The room was full of so much promise, so much need to succeed, and Kacey was proud to be witnessing it.
She just prayed the others were as moved as she was.
When he finished, everyone clapped as Jordie smiled proudly, leaning into his guitar, his gaze meeting hers. Wiping away her tears, she smiled back and nodded, hoping that he knew she was saying that he was downright amazing.
I’m so proud of you, she mouthed and his grin grew.
Thanks, he mouthed back. For everything.
Anytime.
And always.
“So hold on,” Jordie said as Kacey took his hand, getting out of the car. “I not only have to let you out, looking so fucking hot that I’m pretty sure my friends will want to gangbang you—”
“What every girl wants to hear,” she laughed, pulling her skirt down a bit. But it didn’t help. The skirt was short, showing off those toned thighs, and tight, hugging the ass that drove him nuts. The dress was also low-cut, cupping her breasts with the sole mission to give him blue balls. That was the only thing he could come up with. Her hair was in curls, framing her face, and her makeup was dark and dramatic, making the red of her dress pop even more against her bronze skin. Add in the fact that she was wearing strappy fuck-me-stupid heels, and Jordie was having a hard time just forming a coherent thought, let alone coming up with a reason why they should just go back home.
“Anyway, you’re so hot my friends are gonna be checking you out. And I’m not supposed to kick anyone’s ass? But also, I’m unable to grope you? Or even sneak you off into the bathroom for a quickie? That’s just rude,” he said, feigning hurt, and like he wanted, she grinned, her dark red, glossed-up mouth puckering out at him before she shook her head.
“It took me, no joke, three hours to look this good. And that was while smacking away your hands from grabbing my kitty. So please, let me bask in my hotness for the party, and then you can have your way with me once we get home.”
He thought that over for a moment. “So I can put it in your butt?”
Lucas and his wife Fallon looked back at him, wide-eyed, and started to laugh. It didn’t faze him. He wasn’t shy around his friends, but apparently, it mortified the hell out of Kacey. Smacking him with her purse, she mock yelled, “Really? I’m gonna kill you.”
“What? Baby, that’s a tight ass,” he teased, kissing her bare shoulder as they walked into the arena. It was decorated in the team’s colors, purple and black, but still had a very elegant feel to it. Everyone was dressed to the nines, but Jordie couldn’t look at anyone but Kacey.
“You’ll be lucky if I let you touch it,” she sneered, smacking his hand away as he took ahold of her butt. “Jesus, man, behave yourself!”