Metamorphosis (17 page)

No matter what the reason was, the
fact remained that I was overwhelmingly jealous when I had no right to be, and
I was quite irritated that he was ruining my night.
A night
that was supposed to be free of Ash and Dylan.
The longer I watched Ash
and his date together, the more I thought I was going to vomit. I needed a
change of scenery and a drink pronto.

“Do you want to go to the bar with
me to get another drink? I don’t feel like waiting for the server to come back
around,” I asked Mina suddenly as I jumped off my stool.

Instead of looking directly at me,
she looked over my shoulder and said, “I think you may have company.” A sly
smile spread across her face. Afraid of who or what I was going to find, I spun
around and saw the guy from the band headed my way.

He was even more gorgeous up close
and personal than he appeared up on stage, if that was even possible. Unable to
see his eyes from afar, I was then able to see the unusual steel gray color and
his eyelashes that were so thick and long, it almost appeared as if he wore
eyeliner and mascara. His facial features were strong and masculine, a chiseled
jaw line and defined high
cheek bones
. He had a small
lip ring on his lower right lip that I instantly wanted to reach out and touch.
He had changed shirts to a solid red t-shirt so that he was no longer wearing
wet, sweaty clothes and he smelled like he was fresh from the shower. Throw in
the vibrant, colorful tattoos that covered a good part of his upper body and
voila, my dream bad boy rocker had come to life before my eyes.

“Hey, I’m Mason, but most people
call me Rat,” he smiled and stuck his hand out to greet me. He carried himself
with an aura that exuded confidence and sex. He was used to being the center of
attention and had probably never been denied by a female in his life. I knew
that his arrogance should have turned me off and made me run the other way, but
there was something about his cockiness that I found irresistible, and his
drop dead
good looks didn’t hurt either.

“Hi, I’m Scarlett,” I introduced
myself and shook his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Mason.”

“I overheard you saying that you
were headed to get a drink as I walked up. Would you be interested in joining
me for one at my table?” he asked pointing to the area where his friends sat.

I looked around for
Evie
who was watching my exchange with Mason from the lap
of her newly chosen BB. I lifted my eyebrows at her and tilted my head towards
the area where Mason’s tables were. She nodded her head understanding the
message I was trying to relay. I turned back towards Mason and grabbed my purse
off the table, “I’d love to.” I tried to keep my facial expressions and body
movements in check as if I did this kind of thing all the time, but inside it
was like fireworks were going off. I was overflowing with excitement and
anticipation and I couldn’t wait to see Ash’s reaction to me sitting with Mason
at his table.

The daggered looks that were shot
my way from nearly every other female in the warehouse as I walked across the
room hand in hand with Mason didn’t end when we reached his
bandmates
and friends. We walked around the tables and I was introduced to the other
members of
Jobu’s
Rum - Cruz, Aaron, and Sebastian.
Mason dismissed several girls that were hanging around his stool. He slid up
onto it and instead of pulling an additional one up for
me,
he positioned us as many couples throughout the warehouse were, with me on his
lap.

It felt a little weird to be
honest. I had just met this guy and I was perched on his lap like we had known
each other for a while. Well at least more than five minutes. We hadn’t said
much to each other except our names and to determine that I wanted something to
drink, but something about being with Mason felt so natural. He had no
reservations about touching me in front of everyone; it was never in a
disrespectful way but he had his hands on some part of my body at all times,
unless they were occupied with his beer. Being with him also made me feel so
bad and I found that I loved the adrenaline rush.

Once we were comfortably settled
with our drinks and before saying another word, he grabbed both sides of my face
in his hands, looked into my eyes, and pulled my mouth to his. The kiss was
much softer and gentler than I had expected. His lips felt like silk up against
mine and his tongue teased ever so lightly as he traced my lips, requesting
entrance to my mouth. I involuntarily groaned and my lips parted allowing him
easy access to my complete seduction. I could feel the metal ring on his bottom
lip pressed against mine and I couldn’t help but run my tongue over it. The guy
oozed with pure, unadulterated sex. I was so out of my league.

He moved his hands down to my neck
and broke the kiss, but kept his face close enough that his nose was nearly
touching mine. “Why did you look away from me earlier?” he asked.

“I don’t know, I guess I was
embarrassed that you caught me watching you,” I admitted shyly.

“Embarrassed, huh?” He kissed me
again and laughed softly against my mouth. “That’s a new one.”

“What do you mean?” I pulled back
from him just a little bit more so that I could get a better read on his eyes.
My heart was pounding erratically in my chest and I felt a warm tingle
throughout my body. My brain had turned to mush some time ago and I was having
trouble processing and understanding the events of the last hour. I wasn’t sure
of much, but there were a few things that I knew ~ 1.) Ash was somewhere in the
warehouse on a date with another girl; 2.) Dylan was not anywhere near this
place, but for all I knew he could be making out with some bimbo himself
because somehow I had become his Saturday-only girl; and 3.) I was sitting in
the lap of a sexy ass local rock star that wanted to spend time with me and
make me feel good, which in turn should’ve helped me to forget about #1 and #2.

Mason leaned back in towards me,
resting his forehead on mine. My hair fanned around us, forming a shield of
sorts, blocking us from those around us. “Most girls, Scarlett, are dying for
me to pay attention to them. They want me to catch them staring at me. And once
I do glance their way, they usually do any stupid thing they can think of that
will attract or seduce me. They don’t look away and try to pretend that I don’t
exist.”

“Well, I’m not most girls,” I
whispered. It wasn’t meant to sound seductive, but in the low, throaty voice
that it came out in, it did just that.

“That’s exactly what I’m afraid
of,” Mason replied and then claimed my mouth with his once again, with much
more force than before. It surprised me how much I liked his roughness as he
pressed his lips firmly against mine and his tongue explored my mouth
thoroughly. We heard hoots and
hollers
from others
around the table along with several “Get a room, Rat boy!” shouts. Mason and I
both started laughing and broke apart to turn and face the others around the
table. He gave his friends shit and teased them right back while I sat in his
lap enjoying myself immensely. The only thing that I didn’t like was everyone
calling him ‘Rat.’ I just couldn’t get used to that. It was one of the worst
nicknames. Ever.

My eyes wandered over to where Ash
and his friends had been and I saw that he had noticed my presence. He looked
pissed as he stood next to the pool table, arms crossed over his chest, glaring
at
me and Mason
. I had no idea how long he had been
watching me but by the look on his face, long enough to see our last kiss. I flashed
him a huge smile and gave a quick nod of the head as to say hi. He frowned and
turned his back towards me. His reaction delighted me on so many immature
levels.

Thinking of how I could make Ash
even more jealous and bitter, I asked Mason how long of a break he had before
he had to get ready for his next set. When he answered nearly two hours, I
mustered up all of my inner-courage and asked him if there was somewhere we
could go that was more private.

He nodded. “Yeah, are you sure?”

“Do you typically ask girls if
they are sure when they ask to go somewhere more private with you?” I teased
him, running my fingers in his buzzed hair. “Should I rethink this?”

He worked his way down my face
with kisses, first my forehead and then my nose and then my mouth. “Well, no,
but we’ve already established you aren’t the norm, remember?” He lightly kissed
my mouth again. “I don’t know what it is about you, but there’s something
different for sure, and I’m going to have to keep you around until I figure it
out.” He lifted me by the waist and set my feet on the ground so that I was
standing in front of him. He then turned me so that we were facing one another
and pulled my body up taut against his, his arms wrapped around my waist.

I kissed his shoulder and then
made my way up his neck until I stopped right below his ear and whispered,
“Let’s go.” And with that he stood up, grabbed my hand and pulled me across the
room to the door next to the stage. I couldn’t help but look back at Ash just
as I disappeared with Mason, and just as I had hoped, he eyes were still on us.

The door opened into a well-lit
hallway that led to four separate rooms. Inside the first door was an office
where a dark-haired guy, who I assumed was Mason’s older brother based on their
striking resemblance and what Mina had told me earlier, sat behind the desk
working on his laptop. Still holding my hand, Mason stopped in the doorway and
waited for his brother to look up from the screen and acknowledge our presence.

“Hey Rat boy, what’s up? Everything
okay out there?” I cringed at the nickname.

“Yeah, yeah. Everything is fine.
It’s pretty crowded but things appear to be running smoothly,” Mason answered
and then looked down at me. “Marcus, this is Scarlett. Scarlett, this is my
brother, Marcus,” he said and then paused for a moment so that we could both
say
hello
to one another. “We are going to chill in
the suite for a bit until I have to go back on, in case anyone is looking for
me.” Marcus lifted his eyebrow in question at Mason,
then
he looked over at me and shrugged his shoulders.

“I’ll text you when you’re thirty
minutes out,” Marcus answered and returned his attention to the computer.

As Mason led me down the hall,
showing me the next two rooms which were dressing rooms, but more or less just
rooms for the musicians to hang out in, my panic attack began to set in. What
in the hell was I doing? Why was I in an empty hallway in a warehouse out in
the middle of nowhere with some strange guy that I had just met less than an
hour beforehand? Did I really suggest we go somewhere more private? Was he
going to freak out when I didn’t want to have sex with him? Did I want to have
sex with him? Was
Evie
worried about me? Did she even
realize I was gone?

“Scarlett?” his voiced pulled me
from my anxious thoughts. We were standing in front of the last door at the end
of the hallway. “Do you still want to come in?”

“Yeah, sorry, lost in thought” I
responded and followed him into the room.

The place was actually much nicer
than I expected. There were two queen size beds on opposite sides of the room
from one another. In the center of the room was a small kitchenette and
breakfast table with two chairs nestled under a flat screen
tv
that hung on the wall and there was one full sized
bathroom. The space was clean and functional. Mason explained that the suite
served as a mini-apartment for him and Marcus for nights they worked late or
had too much to drink.

“And a place to bring all of your
unassuming girls to?” I joked.

Mason stopped walking and turned
towards me. He face was serious… not mad or angry, maybe even a bit concerned?
“I don’t usually bring girls back here, this is more a space for me and Marcus
to escape.” Well, I guess that explained the funny look Marcus gave him when he
said we were coming back here. “The dressing rooms are more my style for a
quick fuck, and none of the girls that go in there with me are unassuming, I
can guarantee you that.”

“So why did you bring me back
here?”

“I didn’t think you really wanted
to come back here to fuck. I’m pretty sure you
were just trying to make that asshole at the pool table jealous.” He never
stopped looking in my eyes as if he was trying to gage my reaction to the truth
he spoke. “Am I right?” Oh shit.

“Partially,” I admitted. “I did
want to make him jealous, and I’m pretty sure that it worked.” I smiled at him
and he chuckled.

“But I also came back here so that
I could kiss you…” I reached up on my tippy toes and brushed my lips against
his.

“And touch you…” I splayed both of
my hands on his chest.

“And tell you how hot you make me
…” I didn’t get another word out before my back crashed against the wall behind
me, Mason’s body pinning mine up against it. I wasn’t sure if my courage to
actually verbalize my thoughts had come from the beer or the endorphins that
pumped through my body, but nonetheless, I was quite pleased with the response
that it invoked.

We devoured each other, kissing,
licking, and nipping with wild, untamed fervor. My hands moved from his hair
down his broad, muscular back until I reached his waist. I lifted up his shirt
so that I can feel his skin under my hands. His hands followed a similar trail
on me but when he reached my
waist line
, he pulled the
hem of my shirt up and over my head. Without waiting another second, I did the
same to him. I couldn’t wait to see his bare chest and arms. And holy shit, I
was not disappointed. His arms, chest, and stomach were like a canvas,
completely covered in ink. There was so much to take in, I wanted to explore
each design thoroughly, but that would have to wait for a different time.
Instead, I focused on the piercings in each nipple, reaching out, touching, and
lightly pulling on each one. He was almost too beautiful with his powerful
frame and strong, handsome face. So fucking perfect. As he leaned down to
capture my mouth again, he flicked his lip ring with his tongue and I thought I
was going to come apart on the spot. My panties were soaked. He kept one of his
hands threaded through my
hair which
also served as a
cushion so that I wouldn’t bang my head on the wall. When he kissed my neck he
pulled my hair forcing my head to tilt back and surprisingly, the stinging pain
in my scalp turned me on incredibly. His other hand cupped my right breast and
he lightly ran his thumb back and forth over the nipple that was visibly hard
through the black lace. He then moved his attention to the left nipple, giving
it equal treatment. I leaned my head back into his hand, closed my eyes, and
arched my back, whimpering in pleasure. His mouth and tongue continued their
assault down my neck to my chest until they reached my exposed nipples. I
hadn’t even felt him unclasp my bra, but sure enough as I looked down, it was
laying on top of the shirt pile on the floor. He alternated back and forth
between the two, kissing, biting
, sucking…
driving me
absolutely insane.