Impulsive (8 page)

“Where’s your date?” Luke asked Tasha. “I thought you’d bring someone.”

“No,” she said.
 

His friendly, curious tone sent a dagger into her heart. He’d said he wanted more than friendship.
I ache with wanting you
. Had she imagined those words? They’d swirled in her head for days. She’d agonized over their meaning, thinking she’d hurt him, yet it hadn’t been a week, and he was already dating someone else.
 

Why was she acting like a schizophrenic mess? One minute, she pushed him away and the next, her guts ached because he was fine and moving on. She wanted this. This was her decision.
 

Get over it, Gretzky.

“I thought you’d bring Heath. You guys have been going out for a couple of years now,” Karly interjected. “Is there a romance budding?”

“It’s not like that,” Tasha replied. A loose thread on the hem of her skirt provided a welcome distraction from Luke’s burning stare.
 

“Tasha doesn’t do relationships.” The toe of his shoe nudged her foot. “Right?”

The edge to his voice sent a stone of regret plummeting into her gut. Leave it to Luke to throw her own words back at her. She did this. She’d pushed him away. She’d told him to take Sherry to the concert. Now, she’d have to spend the night witnessing their date. Karma was a stone-cold bitch.

The limo stopped. Luke exited the car to collect Sherry. Tasha remained in the car and tried to pretend she didn’t care. Witty banter flew between the other couples, but she didn’t hear a word of it. All her attention focused on the car door, an unpleasant knot in her stomach.

“Hey, everyone.”

“Hi, Sherry,” the group responded in unison.
 

Luke climbed into the car behind Sherry. Her brown hair floated over her shoulders, framing a pretty face with a sunny smile. His hand rested on the small of her back as he guided her to a seat. The knot in Tasha’s stomach tightened. The hem of Sherry’s sundress swirled around slender legs, a sharp contrast to Tasha’s tight, brazen outfit. She wore little makeup, just a touch of blush and lip-gloss, highlighting a peaches-and-cream complexion. Next to her wholesomeness, Tasha felt cartoonish and jaded. Uncomfortable in her own skin. When had that happened? She’d always flaunted her individuality, worn her eccentricity like a shield, and now, sitting next to his sweet-faced date, she questioned it all.

She swallowed a grimace and forced a friendly expression. After all, it wasn’t Sherry’s fault. If only she wasn’t so damn nice, it would be easier to hate her. With a heavy sigh, Tasha settled back in the seat and focused on the passing scenery. This was what she wanted, the way she insisted things had to be.

Now she wasn’t so sure she wanted it anymore.

Chapter 11

Not only had Jack procured front-row seats, they were center stage, so close Tasha could touch Tristan, the lead singer, if she wanted. The performance was slick and choreographed. She knew the words to every song and sang them at the top of her lungs, swaying with the beat. For a little while, the music helped her to forget Luke and Sherry, standing near her elbow.
 

“Elijah, I love you!” screamed the girl beside Tasha, echoing what seemed to be the general consensus of every single female in the stadium. It was hard to look anywhere else. Tristan was a golden sun god, but Elijah sat behind his drum kit like a king on his throne. With muscular arms flailing, sweat flying, and his rugged drumbeats driving the music, Elijah captured most of Tasha’s attention. The cocky, deep-dimpled smile on his boyish face morphed into a scowl as the songs grew heavier and faster. His bare chest heaved with exertion. At the end of his drum solo, he pointed his drumstick at Tasha and flashed a mega-watt grin, sending Karly into ecstatic swoons.

“Did you see that?” Karly grabbed Tasha’s arm. “He pointed at you.”

“He did not,” Tasha said, but her heart missed a beat. In an arena full of thousands of fans, the probability of being singled out seemed impossible. She had a better chance of being struck by lightning.

At the end of the next song, he slammed his drumstick onto the head of the snare drum and launched it into the crowd. A deafening roar of excitement shook the walls of the stadium. Accompanied by shouts of approval, he launched four more drumsticks into the sea of craziness behind her. The final time, he pointed at her again and said, “For you, Tattoo Girl,” before launching the stick at her with uncanny precision.
 

Her heart skipped another beat when he came out from behind the drums and sauntered to front stage, directly in front of her. Spotlights glinted on the gold hoops piercing his nipples. Her gaze traveled from the tips of his black-and-white Chuck Taylor’s up the long, lean length of his legs. Leather pants hung low enough on his hips to reveal the V of his obliques and looked as if they might slip lower with every step. She tried not to stare at the impressive bulge in front of her, but it was nearly impossible to look anywhere else.
 

“You all are some crazy motherfuckers,” Elijah said, arms spread wide in greeting. “Are you ready to slow things down a little?” The crowd screamed. He grinned down at Tasha and winked one of his electric blue eyes. “I want to dedicate this next song to my good buddy, Jack. He’s sitting down here in the front row.” Elijah pointed to Jack, and the crowd screamed again, completely bowled over by his charisma. “I met this guy back before Seven Drift existed, and he means a lot to me. When Jack told me he’d met the girl of his dreams and he wanted to plan something special for their anniversary, I said, ‘Hell yeah, man. I’m in.’”
 

Ally’s mouth dropped open in surprise as Elijah sauntered over to them and kneeled down on the edge of the stage. He pulled a small blue velvet box from his back pocket and handed it to Jack.
 

“No freaking way,” Karly said. She turned and gripped Tasha’s arm, nails digging into her skin. “Oh my God!”

Right there in front of thousands of people, Jack got down on one knee. He took Ally’s hand in his, raised it to his lips, and kissed the back of it. The spotlight pooled around them. Despite the thousands of people watching, he only had eyes for her.
 

“Baby, you are everything I ever wanted and more than I ever deserved,” he said in his rich voice. “My life started the day I met you, and I don’t want to live another day without you in it. So, if you’ll have me, I want to marry you.”
 

Speechless, Ally nodded her acceptance, and Jack slid the ring onto her finger.

Tears stung Tasha’s eyes. She chased them away with the back of her hand, unsettled by so many unexpected emotions. Ally had always rebelled against the idea of marriage. Her parents had divorced when she was young. Jack had suffered through a traumatic divorce with Chelsea. Tasha never expected to see either of them tie the knot. An overwhelming sense of loss and betrayal left her feeling empty until she saw the glow on Ally’s face and the pride and love in Jack’s eyes.
 

Stupid fuckers had her questioning her beliefs. Was it possible to be happy with one person? She wanted the best possible outcome for two of her favorite people. It felt like betrayal to consider the possibility of anything else.

“Now that, motherfuckers, is how you propose to your lady,” Elijah said. Applause rocked the stadium. He reached down to shake Jack’s hand then took a seat behind the impressive black grand piano at center stage. The brilliant arena lights dimmed until Elijah sat alone in a pool of yellow light. Butterflies of excitement hovered in Tasha’s stomach. Ally stood next to Jack, her oval face flushed with embarrassment and excitement, while Jack gazed down at her with an expression of total devotion. They fought and complained about each other, but they were so totally in love. The sight of it tightened Tasha’s throat. She’d never known that kind of love. They were lucky.
 

Her gaze flickered to Luke. He watched her, brow furrowed, almost in puzzlement. Immediate warmth heated her skin, and her pulse skittered. Her fingers curled with the impulse to reach for him. Memories of their kiss flashed through her mind. He took a step toward her then stopped and cast a glance at Sherry.
 

It was painful to have him close, yet unattainable. There was no one to blame for it but herself. She’d put him there. She cursed under her breath, turned her attention back to the stage and away from him.

“Ally, this is for you, from Jack,” Elijah called out as he started the introduction to their most famous song, a love ballad written by him. Emotion weighted every word, made all the more sweet by Elijah’s smooth tenor voice and Jack’s proposal. The black arena sparkled like a clear night sky as the fans held up cell phone lights to show their appreciation. Overcome with feeling, she sought out Luke to anchor her, only to find Sherry pressed against his side, whispering in his ear, her eyes shining with adoration. The sight of Luke’s head bent over Sherry’s ripped through her heart like a knife. He was beautiful and perfect, and he wasn’t hers.

She took one last look at him, vowing to put her turmoil aside. When his lips brushed over Sherry’s in a chaste kiss, Tasha’s insides tangled into a knot. She knew how soft his lips felt and how he tasted like mint. It could’ve been her on his arm. His lips on hers.
 

She was beginning to think she’d made a terrible mistake.

Chapter 12

When the band took their final bow, the gang headed backstage. Tasha tried to ignore Luke by sliding in between Karly and Ally. Even though she couldn’t see him, she felt the weight of his stare on her backside as they followed a security guard through the bright hallway to the band’s dressing room.

Intent on making the best of a bad situation, she focused on the idea of sharing space with Seven Drift. It was a dream come true. She’d have a good time no matter what. Her happiness would never rest in the hands of a man. Even if the man was her best friend.
 

“And how, exactly, do you know Elijah Crowe?” Ally asked Jack as they waited for the band to appear.
 

He shrugged, pleased by the look of excitement on his fiancée’s face. “His parents lived next door to my mom. He used to play David’s clubs in Chicago and at Felony, before his band made it big. Back then he was just a skinny punk.”

“I heard that.”
 

Huge grins spread across the faces of Randy and Jack. Tasha turned to follow their smiles and found the subject of their conversation standing in the doorway of the dressing room, draped between two half-naked girls. He looked every inch the rock star, from the bleached tips of his black hair to the colorful tattoo sleeves down his arms. Shirtless and barefoot, he paused long enough to shrug off the girls before striding to Jack. Tasha’s stomach dipped at the delectable sight. The man oozed sex appeal.

“Dude.” Jack took Elijah’s hand in his own, pumped it twice, then pulled him in for a man-hug. “That was awesome. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, brother,” Elijah said.

“Looks like you’re still a skinny punk,” Randy said, despite the fact Elijah stood nearly eye-to-eye with him.
 

“Fuck you both,” Elijah replied, a wide smile belying his words.
 

Introductions were made. Karly, speechless and wide-eyed, stared at him when he offered to shake her hand then hopped up and down like a teenager, eliciting a deep, masculine chuckle from Elijah. Ally shook his hand and nodded graciously like she met rock stars every day. Elijah’s gaze skimmed over Sherry, dismissing her with a polite nod, and halted on Tasha. He stared down at her with brazen interest, scrutinizing her piercings and the tattoos on her biceps. She squelched the urge to roll her eyes. He might be a rock star, but beneath the charisma and charm, he was just another guy.

“Tattoo Girl,” he said, lingering over the syllables with his liquid voice. The way he said it made the nickname sound dirty and sexual, like he’d just fucked it.

“It’s Tasha,” she said. It was hard to look away from the brilliant blue of his irises.

“Tasha? Short for Natasha?” Fine lines crinkled at the corners of his eyes when he smiled.
 

She met his gaze with equal intensity, refusing to be bowled over by his in-your-face sensuality and still reeling from Luke and Sherry. “No. Just Tasha.” He stood way too close, the tips of his bare feet almost touching the pointed toes of her boots.

“No last name?” Those mesmerizing eyes held hers prisoner. She wanted to look away, needed to look away, before she forgot how much she disliked womanizing ass-hats. He broke the stare first, his eyes dipping to her lips with lascivious intent before falling to her cleavage.
 

“Does it really matter?” She arched an eyebrow, waiting for his eyes to detach from her breasts.

“Not really,” he replied. His gaze flicked back to meet hers, full of wicked mischief. The corners of her mouth tugged upward in traitorous response. Despite her initial dislike for him, she had to admit he was devastatingly beautiful. Once again, his eyes swept over her and lingered on the colorful artwork of her arms. “Nice ink. Where’d you get it?” Before she could stop him, he grabbed one of her arms and raised it to admire the intricate twining of roses and vines over bicep and forearm. The pad of his thumb caressed the patterns. A decadent shiver washed up her arm.

“I did it. I mean, the design is mine. One of my co-workers did the work,” she replied.
 

“Tasha’s a tattoo artist,” Karly offered, finally finding her voice.

“And a damn fine one,” Jack added. “She did some of mine.”

“Mine, too,” Randy added, displaying a bulging bicep circled by Celtic patterns.

“Really?” Elijah arched a pierced eyebrow. “I’m always looking for new art. Maybe I’ll check out your portfolio sometime.”

The thought of inking his gorgeous body gave her a vicarious thrill. Broad shoulders and narrow hips with an expanse of rippling abs in between would provide an ideal canvas for her work. Adding Elijah fucking Crowe to her roster of clients would boost her career into a whole new stratosphere. He must’ve surmised the thoughts running through her head, and one side of his mouth quirked.