Just like when the D-Bags played, Kellan worked the crowd. He let the girls touch him, but backed off when they got too close or too friendly. He ran his hands over his own slick skin, caressing himself in ways that I was sure most of the audience was fantasizing about touching him. Halfway through the song, he ripped off his chaps to thunderous applause. I buried my face in my hands, mortified and turned on. I could not believe he was doing this, and at the same time, I wasn’t surprised; it was exactly something Kellan would do.
Toward the end of the long song, Kellan sauntered my way. He was now only dressed in cowboy boots, tight spandex shorts, his face-concealing bandanna mask, and his cowboy hat. Holding my breath, I hoped he got to keep the outfit. Kellan jumped off the stage to land right beside our table. Women leapt at the chance to touch him, but he grabbed me and pulled me to my feet. As nearby patrons cursed in jealousy and hollered in approval, Kellan finished his tantalizing dance by grabbing my leg and hooking it around his hip. I instinctively conformed to his body, and for a moment forgot that we were the center of attention. Kellan dipped me when the song was finally over. When he pulled me up, our faces were inches apart. I could see his fast breath under his mask; it matched mine. Not caring who was watching, I kissed him through the fabric. His eyes fluttered closed as his hands traveled over my ass. The crowd erupted into shrieks.
Remembering that we were being watched, I reluctantly pulled away from him. Laughing, Kellan told me, “You probably shouldn’t turn me on in this outfit. I may get arrested.”
Laughing, I pushed his slick chest away from me. “I cannot believe you just did that.”
Bending over he kissed my hand. “I couldn’t resist.” He pointed over to Anna. “It was her idea.”
I glared at my sister, and she flashed her hands up and down his body. “Sex on a Stick,” was all she said.
As the MC announcing all of the dancers started in on the next act—a soldier in a crisp, white uniform—Kellan gave me a final hug. “I have to go finish my other performance or Matt will have my head.” Looking down at himself, he added, “And I need to go wipe this oil shit off.”
I laughed and kissed his cheek. “You’re something else, you know?”
He tilted his head at me. “So are you. It’s good to see you having fun. I’ll see you back at the hotel.”
Raising an eyebrow, I mimicked his seductive tone, “Yes, you certainly will.”
Kellan’s eyes crinkled at the corners and I knew he was flashing me a grin that would have these women weak in the knees. I wanted to pull off his mask so I could see it, but I didn’t want anyone here recognizing him. Kellan dressed as a half-naked cowboy was definitely an image I didn’t want to get out to the Kell-Sex fans; this was mine and mine alone—well, mine and a barful of unsuspecting women.
We pulled apart, and Kellan made his way back to the stage so he could change and return to his concert. Along the way he was stroked and pawed by several feminine hands. He waded his way through them, stopping a couple that were drifting to the low side of his body. He looked back at me after he climbed the steps on the edge of the stage and tipped his cowboy hat. I smiled, sighed, and felt myself falling even deeper in love with him.
The rest of the acts paled in comparison to Kellan, and I found myself daydreaming about him more than watching them. Seeing that Anna was quickly petering out, I suggested that we call it a night. Everyone agreed, and we made our way back to our awaiting limousine. I thanked the driver as he opened the door for us.
Amusement on his face, he asked, “How was it?”
“Wonderful,” I sighed.
He shook his head at me, and I giggled. Anna handed me back my phone as she sleepily rested her head on my shoulder. Patting her electric blue hair, I checked my messages. There was only one, and it was from Kellan. In response to my photograph of Gabe’s phone number, he’d texted, No, I get you tonight and every night, so I’m pretty sure I won.
Biting my lip, I asked our driver to hurry to our hotel. I’d probably have to wait for Kellan to get back from his boys’ night out after the concert, but I didn’t mind. My pink wig and I would happily wait all night for him . . . and hopefully he’d come back with his cowboy boots and hat to go with the vest safely tucked in my purse.
Chapter 22
A Favor
Kate and Cheyenne flew back home the next morning, both of them looking a little worn as they climbed into the taxi. It warmed my heart to see them again; I’d really missed my friends back home. Jenny and Rachel were staying a couple of extra nights, to visit with their boyfriends. Our bus was rowdy and packed, full of music and laughter. I was firmly convinced that Disneyland had nothing on this bus—which was truly the happiest place on earth.