This Love of Mine (Raine Series #1)

CHAPTER 17

Kayla

His voice wasn't at all what I was expecting when he started to sing. I watched his eyes float up to mine with the first few words of the song and I practically came right where I stood. His voice was like a soft wave of satin, enveloping me. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. He looked sexier than ever standing on that stage and commanding so much attention. I hadn't realized how many people had actually showed, until I glanced around me as the lights went brighter. The place was packed and all here to see them.

I was surprised with the music that they played. When he said they were alternative, I almost expected a much rougher edge to there sound, but I was pleasantly surprised. I listened to all types of music, but this was definitely something I could see myself listening to a lot, and not just because I was overwhelmingly attracted to the lead singer.

Their first few songs were fast, but they started to bleed into some slower ballads and every time Madison looked out to the crowd, he sought me out. He looked amazing being in his element, and I couldn't help but wonder if he ever went big, would he even care if I were around?

I know how ridiculous I sounded, but I was willing to put it all out there before he left and I couldn't help but wonder, if he was willing to do the same.

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An hour and a half later, they were wrapping up their last song, when I heard my name through the speakers.

"This song goes out to a special girl, who I can only wish thinks of me just as I think of her. This one's for Kayla James."

His voice did things to my insides that I could only hope never faded. I stood with the rest of the crowd as he started singing accapella. His voice wrapped around me like a warm blanket on a cold winter night. His eyes were closed and he gripped the microphone as if it would disappear any second. I kept my eyes focused on him as he sang about a flirtatious and amazingly strong love. I willed him to look up at me, but was disappointed when he didn't. As the song was coming to an end, he let the last few lyrics float from his mouth and they encased me, speaking volumes.

I watched as the curtains fell closed and the house lights came on. I didn't notice anybody around me, until Ryan came strutting over asking how I liked the show.

"It was amazing." I shouted over the house music pouring through the speakers.

"Were you expecting them to suck?" He laughed.

"Not necessarily, but I've never heard them before." I smiled as he pulled me over to his side.

"Come with me. I'll take you backstage."

I went willingly under the security of his strong, brooding frame. He led me to a small black door next to the stage and opened it quietly. "Go through the door on your left. You'll find your boy in there."

I pressed up on my tiptoes and laid a kiss to his scruffy cheek. "Thanks Ryan. It was nice meeting you."

He smiled and then quickly closed the door behind me. I stood in front of that small red door, willing him to come running out looking for me. After a few minutes or seconds had passed, I reached for the brass handle and turned.

My heart was pounding out of my chest, and I could feel my palms beginning to get sweaty. I was nervous wondering what I may or may not walk in on. I was pleasantly surprised when I pushed open the door, and Madison was standing there arms stretched wide, waiting for me.

I ran straight for him, relishing in the warmth of his arms. He squeezed me tightly into his broad, chiseled chest with a strength that I had only ever heard about. I looked up through a veil of hair into those sparkling green eyes. They held every emotion he was feeling, and they saw deep inside of me. I never wanted this moment to end, and I was fairly certain it would have lasted awhile longer, had Glenn not interrupted with his smart-ass remarks.

"You two need to just screw already. I mean, our boy here is leaving soon, and then what?" He slapped Madison on the shoulder as he ran past laughing.

I smiled up at Madison, agreeing one hundred percent with Glenn, but Madison didn't know that. "It was an amazing show, cowboy." I winked at him just as his lips came crashing down onto mine. All was lost in that moment. My sanity, reasoning, hell, even my panties wanted to march out that door with the rest of it all.

"Let's get you home. I don't need your granddaddy wanting my ass on his wall for bringin' ya in late."

I quickly searched my purse for my cell phone to check the time. I had let time get away with me, and Madison was absolutely right, my granddad would have his ass if he brought me home late. Especially, given the fact that he didn't even know I was with him in the first place. That would only fuel the fire.

The light on the screen lit up, letting me know it was now eleven o'clock. Phew, at least we still had a little bit of time. Madison had pulled away from me and my body was already feeling the effects of not having him near me. This guy was like a drug and not being around him, sent me into withdrawals.

I waited around backstage as Madison helped the guys load up the rest of their equipment. By the time they were completely done and ready to go, it was about eleven thirty. I was a little bummed when it took Madison another ten minutes to say good-bye to everyone left at the bar. I wanted some extra time with him tonight, but apparently that wouldn't be happening.

His intoxicating smell assaulted my senses as his warm, strong hand curled around my hip, pulling me deeply into the comfort of his side. I glanced up at him with a wide smile as he led us out of the bar and back to his truck. This time I let him help me into the cab of the truck and even let him think he accidentally copped a feel of my ass. Before he jumped into the truck, I made sure to scoot myself into the middle of the bench seat. There was no way I was going home without feeling his hands on me, even if it was just a hand on my knee.

I'm pretty sure my small gesture caught him off guard. The look on that poor cowboy's face was one of fear and maybe even a little bit of intimidation. There was no doubt about it; I affected this guy just as much as he affected me.

It took Madison a bit to work up the courage to touch me. At first, I could have sworn he was going to drape his arm around my shoulders, but I was wrong. He went straight for the kill, placing his hand precisely between my legs. My heart rate spiked and adrenaline went rushing through me. I had only ever been with Wren, but this felt entirely different. The way I felt when Madison touched me was pure elation. When Wren had touched me, it was pure disgust. I could feel my body's response to his subtle touch almost immediately.

I didn't think I was ready to sleep with Madison, even though I really wanted to, but I was so willing to do anything else I could think of. I could feel the moisture pooling in my panties as his fingers traced small, soothing circles on my upper thigh. I sat there silently willing his hand to travel just a little further north. And as if he had heard exactly what I was thinking, his hand slowly started making its way closer and closer to where I needed to feel him the most.

Instead of making circles, his hand was now rubbing my thigh back and forth, moving further and further up with each motion. A small moan escaped my lips and I quickly glanced up at him to see if he had heard me. If he had, he never gave any indication, but he also never stopped caressing my leg. My hand had remained unmoving on top of his thigh, with no notion of me moving it anytime soon.

As his hand rubbed up my left thigh, his long, deft fingers grazed the thin lace fabric covering what I yearned for him to touch. I took a sharp intake of breath as it made contact once more. He must've noticed my reaction because he was soon moving past the lace to feel the origin of the wetness that was now covering his fingertips. I leaned my head over onto his shoulder and moved my hand slowly, but meticulously up his thigh. Just as my fingers grazed over the rather large bulge in his pants, we made a sharp turn and I realized we were now on my road. I slowly pulled my hand back onto my lap, and he must've done the same at some point, because my panties were now securely back to their rightful position and he had both hands covering the steering wheel.

I let out a strangled breath as we inched closer up the drive. I wasn't ready to leave him. I needed more. He must have sensed my disappointment as he came to a complete stop just outside of my grandparent's house, because he turned towards me and didn't waste a second capturing my mouth with his.

Our tongues moved in unison and massaged one another’s gently but passionately. Thoughts of taking it further flashed through my mind like a movie. Every time his mouth moved with mine, I became increasingly eager and I wasn't willing to stop what might happen. I pushed my hands back through his hair and tugged. I pulled him into me until I was practically sitting on his still erect lap. I was about to slide my hand down between our conjoined bodies to touch him, when I felt him pulling away.

When I looked up, his eyes held more than just lust in them, I saw fear. Real unbridled, unadulterated fear. I quickly glanced out the window that he was looking through, when I caught sight of a small lean woman underneath the porch light. My breath hitched in my throat, and my breathing became ragged as reality settled in. My momma was here, and she was waiting for me.