"What's gotten into you?" she asked as she stomped down the hallway
with him. She was having a bit of trouble keeping up with him, but she tried not to let it show. Any weakness with Lance
now would only give him more ammunition.
"I'm trying to get to our box because I don't want to cause a riot
out here," he said eyeing her. She could tell by his disapproving
look that he wasn't at all thrilled with the idea that she might actually bug
him about something like that. "What's gotten into YOU?"
His eyes scanned her body and this time there was a look on disgust
on his face instead of the slight appreciation she'd seen in his eyes earlier
in the hotel room.
She'd gone into the bathroom and gotten ready and came
back to find a completely different man waiting for her. Throughout
dinner he'd been fairly quiet, but she didn't know if that was just him or
the fact that she and John seemed to have so much to talk about.
When he'd stepped away from them he'd made a phone call and it seemed
after that he'd completely lost interest in her and the concert and
everything else, as if that phone call had erased everything else in his
When they got to the door he unlocked it and looked at Loni who waved
and went down to the end of the hall. Loni had been listening to
the conversation and would probably ask about it later, but for the moment
he seemed to want to get away from the two of them. "Do you want to
come in or do you want to extend this conversation to the rest of the floor? I
don't know about you, but I'd love to get my picture all over the internet
fighting with a woman. That would be a perfect end to what's been an extremely
"Oh this is far from over," she said and walked past him.
The clicking of the door closing met her ears and she heard Lance
slide out of his jacket. She heard it fall onto the couch and heard
his breath in the silent room. She wasn't sure how this was going
to go, but she almost felt like she needed to make the first move because
if not he would always think that this conversation was his idea and that
he'd won whatever prize they were competing for.
By the time she was turning around to face him he had covered half
the room. Lance had a smooth way about him as he moved towards her
and grabbed her around the waist. She'd have screamed or made some
kind of protest, even called for Loni, but he prevented that from happening
when he kissed her. His tongue and hands made their mark on her and
when he pulled away moments later she couldn't think of anything to say
She'd always heard of kisses that would literally erase every thought
in someone's head, but this was the first one she'd ever experienced. Boys
had kissed her and taken her breath away, but this was the first time she
wasn't sure if she could walk or talk ever again. Her heart raced
and her lips had gone dry and she longed for him to kiss her again so he
could start her back up again.
If it had been someone else she would have smacked them, but the look in
his eyes made her soften to him. There was clearly something wrong
with him and with one look she was made his friend instead of his enemy. She should have pushed
him away, smacked him or something to show him that she was upset about
him doing what he did, but it would have been a lie. She liked the
devilish look in his eyes. This look was something she'd
never seen, or at least she'd never seen it directed towards her. There
was passion and a bit of pain and when he moved to kiss her again she didn't
As his hands slid around her they played with her belt loops then he
moved his hands to press against her lower back. His fingertips moved slowly across
her exposed skin when he pushed her shirt aside and as his tongue moved with hers, pulling the kiss to
a deeper level, his hands pressed against her, massaging her skin and bringing
Finally he broke the kiss and his hands loosened a little. His
chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath. She was so oblivious
to everything else that she didn't realize until moments later that she
was doing the same thing.
"Sorry for what?" she asked not sure what
to think of this conversation. She couldn't remember anything at the
I'm just pissed off about stuff that has nothing to do with you."
"What happened?" she asked, "I don't want
to pry, but who the hell was on the phone that made you sooo pissed off?"
"Shh," he breathed into her ear. He closed his eyes and shook his
head. The soft breath on the sensitive
skin there made her neck move. She was ticklish and she squirmed a
little to get away. "There's something I want to show you."
It was another one of those moments
that needed a lot of thought but wasn't going to get enough. Rationally
she should have run away from him right that moment and left him there,
but the other half of her brain was enjoying the feeling of his fingertips
moving along the edge of her pants and shirt.
"Lance?" she breathed out.
"Colleen," he breathed out.
There was a loud roar of noise outside where they were standing and
the whole building seemed to vibrate. "Up next--JOHN MAYER!"
"Oh my God," she said and moved away from
him to look out over the balcony as the lights went down a little.
His eyes lingered along the waist of her jeans and
his eyes followed the seam that led from her lower back down towards
the curve of her bottom. He ached to reach and move his hands over the
back pockets of her jeans, but he knew he shouldn't. He'd already
made a bold move by kissing her and he was lucky she hadn't called the
police on him earlier when he'd taken her bag.
short break in the sexual tension between them would give him a chance to
calm himself down. If he was going to go through with what he started
before he sure as hell wasn't going to make love to her there. The couch
would have been big enough for the both of them, but he didn't want to do
it that way with her. It was too important to him to cheapen things
"Babe?" he said, not thinking that it was probably wrong of him to call
her that nick name.
She didn't hear the name so he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around
her, putting his lips close to her ear as John Mayer started into his second
song. "Babe? You want a drink?"
Colleen moved her head and put her mouth near his ear. "Anything except
"Ok, I'll be right back. Don't fall over the balcony on me, ok?" he
She laughed and pointed. "I love this."
"I know," he kissed her cheek and moved away from her, going over to where
catering had been set up for them. It had taken a more than a few phone
calls and he'd called in a few favors, but that afternoon while she'd probably
had been plotting his death, he'd arranged for them to have drinks and desert and to see
the show. He was glad to see that all that he'd ordered had arrived.
Grabbing a Corona for himself he popped the top off a Mike's Hard Lemonade
and moved back across the room towards her.
cause I wander sometimes
about the outcome
Of a still verdictless life
am I living it right
am I living it right
am I living it right
why, why Georgia, why
rent a room and I fill the spaces with
wood and places to make it feel like home
but all I feel’s alone
"You having fun?" he asked moving towards her as she sang along with the
live performance. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes wide as if she
didn't want to blink and miss a thing.
She nodded and took her drink from him. She drank down a gulp of it
then knocked her bottle against his and surprisingly enough leaned and kissed
him quickly. "Thank you."
When she shivered Lance gulped down his mouthful of beer before he reached down
to push the coffee table out of the
way and moved one of the bar stools closer to the edge of the railing. He
sat down on it and pulled her closer so that she wouldn't be cold, maneuvering
her so that she was between his legs. He kept one arm around her and
grabbed his beer and took another swig of it. "Better?"
"Yes," she said and leaned back against him as she watched the show.
Over the next half hour or so he gulped down three
beers and she'd matched him drink for drink with Mike's Hard Lemonades.
He was surprised to find out that Colleen
knew every word to every song that John sang and she basically knew the order
of the songs he'd sing, even though she claimed that she'd never been to a
concert before that night.
"Are you getting tired yet?" he asked her into his ear as he slid his lips
down to cover the bare skin that lay between her ear and her neck. The way
she was standing left her enough room to move between where he'd had his feet
propped up on the rungs of the barstool and occasionally treated him with the
pleasure of having her bottom or hip grind against his crotch.
She turned in his arms. John was taking a quick break to change guitars
and get a drink so there wasn't as much noise. Her eyes were shining with
the alcohol and the excitement she was having. "We don't have to go home early do we?"
"No," he said. He put his beer down and put his hands on her hips
as she put hers around his shoulders. "I just wanted to make sure that
you were still having fun."
"This is the best time I've had in a while." She smiled at him. "Thank
"No trouble at all," he said watching her lips as she spoke. There
wasn't a lot to his plan for that evening, but he knew that he wanted to be
there with her and have some time to spend with her that wasn't work time.
"Are you having fun?" she asked, "I know he's not your--"
Lance pulled her forward and kissed her. "As long as you're having
fun then I'm having fun."
"What are we doing?" she asked as he moved his lips to her neck again and
pulled her even closer.
"I was kissing you," he said, "You seemed to like it before."
"Why?" she asked.
"You seriously want to get into a discussion with me about this?" he asked
tipping his head back a little to look at her.
"You just seem so caught up about stuff earlier that I didn't think I was even--"
She nervously stared at his lips. "I didn't think that I was in
the running for something like this."
"Something like what?" he asked.
She moved back from him and closed up the sliding glass doors that connected
to the rest of the arena so that they could hear each other a little better.
"I don't know."
"Hey hey," he said and tried to act a little drunker than he was. He
was seeing her pull away and didn't want her to and knew that if he acted
that way, maybe she'd relax and actually talk to him thinking that he might
not remember it in the morning. "Come on. You and I are all about
having fun," he said, "Sing for me again like you did on the flight."
"No," she said and blushed, "I'm horrible at it."
"But you have personality though!" He pulled her closer. "Sing
for me. I'm always singing for other people, but no one ever sings to
"I'm really bad," she warned.
"Please," he said and began to pout.
"What should I sing?" she asked.
"The next song. I know you have to know it." He moved his body to
cause her to danced a little. "You know them all."
"Ok," she turned her head a little and he reached up and caressed her neck
with his hand. He liked the way that she leaned into his touch a little
and felt himself get completely aroused when she turned back and smiled and
began to sing to him.
We got the afternoon
You got this room for two
One thing I've left to do
His hands were pulled from his side and her neck and she put them on her
hips. She began to move her lips a little and he held onto her as she
swayed and sang the words to him. His eyes started where his hands were
at her hips and moved across her belly before moving up towards where the
t-shirt dipped low between her breasts. He moved his hands up her sides,
gripping her ribs lightly before touching his hands to the undersides of
One mile to every inch of
Your skin like porcelain
One pair of candy lips and
Your bubblegum tongue
His lips were met by hers as she leaned an put her arms around him. He
finally made contact with her eyes and she was drunker than he'd first suspected.
She seemed to be ok on her feet, but she wasn't wearing her heels so
he had a feeling that she would be steady on her feet.
"Come here," he said. His hands slid low now and reached the hemline
of her shirt. He pushed the fabric up and looked again at her mouth
as she sang more lyrics.
And if you want love
We'll make it
Swimming a deep sea
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be a while
Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body Is a wonderland
Her hands moved down his chest as his slid her shirt up a little farther
as her hands reached his fly.
"Let me," she said before her brain could stop her.
Her hands moved from where they'd started to undo his pants. His
hands had made it to the fly of her jeans and she wasn't going to let him rip them
off of her.
Her heart broke in two, but at the same time those pieces
were fused together in a manner that she'd never thought possible. The thought
of being in Lance's arms that night gave her a million times more pleasure
than a hundred nights of saving herself from harm. She was shocked
at her behavior, shocked that she would chose to be with him even though
she'd had so many run-ins like this before. She'd never been with a
man physically like this before. It wasn't the fact that she didn't
have the experience. Now it was the principal that she would take a
chance on a man--the one man in her life--that wasn't available. With his hands on her like that and her hands getting no resistance from
him she knew that she should go with the flow and enjoy everything that was
going to happen that night.
She stepped away from him and for a moment it crossed her
mind that she could draw this out a little. She'd had enough practice
taking off her clothes, but she'd been drinking and wasn't sure if anyone
was going to see them through the glass windows that were protecting them
from the rest of the concert goers.
Lance shook his head and moved her hands away when she started to
take off her shirt.
"What?" she asked.
Her jaw almost dropped to the floor as his expression
changed. He became innocent and nervous and as he stepped towards
her she tried not to be nervous too. She got a little confused when
he moved passed her, but when she found him closing the blinds to the rest
of the people she smiled. He moved back across the room to lock the
outer door then came to stand in front of her again.
Both his hands reached for her shoulders and slid down
her arms before curling around her. He hugged her tight for a moment
before his hands moved again to the fly of her jeans and began
undoing them. She expected him to just drop her pants
right there but instead he pressed a kiss to her neck then leaned down a little,
moving his hands to the laces on her shoes. "Hold onto my shoulder,"
She did as she was told. Her hand moved to his shoulder and
she steadied herself as she moved her foot out of the first shoe. She repeated the process with the
other foot and soon was standing there in underwear, and bra. He'd
stripped her like a professional and she was finding herself
enjoying the attention. She felt like covering up, but knew that he'd realize the truth about
her if she even flinched at his actions.
When he stood back up he leaned and kissed her lips, this time
being very sensitive with his lips.
As he moved to walk away she watched him. "What are you doing?"
He looked back over her shoulder as he walked towards the bar
stool he'd been sitting on before, but didn't say a word.
"Go sit on the couch," he said and moved away from her. She
was about to ask again where he was going, but she soon found out. She expected him to come back over to her, but instead she watched
him reach down and pull off his shoes. He kept his back to her as he
pulled off his shirt and then worked on the buckle of his pants.
Not knowing what else to do she moved to the couch. He'd arranged
for a nice suite for them. It wasn't the back of some car in an alleyway.
That was the only thought that comforted her as she sat near the pillow
and watched him as he slid out of his jeans and hang them over the back of the
When he turned around it was apparent how
she had caused a reaction in him. When she looked up at his
face as he walked back over in just his boxers she saw a
confidence in his eyes. His eyes never left hers as he came to
stand in front of where she was half lying on the couch.
"This is your last chance to back out of this," he said.
"I don't want to," she said and moved her hands up to his hips. She
didn't know what was going to happen in the next few moments, but the thought
of leaving made her want to cry.
Lance smiled at that comment and moved onto the couch with her.
She saw fire in his eyes as he began to sing the next line of
the song. "I'll never let your head hit the bed without my
hand behind it."
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