Everything I Have (Everything I Want #3) by Natalie Barnes Page B

later, girl.”
    I climb down the steps. It’s a pretty fucking nice day out for fall. It’s in the high seventies. But still, the light mugginess of the heat hits my skin as I take the last step out. Damn, that’s going to be uncomfortable later when we go on. I’m going to have to find Steve and see if he will set up some more waters for me.
    Walking up closer to the stage, Eyes Set to Kill are jamming Broken Frames . Not even noticing it, my head begins to bang to the music as I hear the crowd. Like I said, the energy… it's fucking great! When they start winding up, Matt comes up beside me.
    “Almost us.”
    Looking over at him, I grin.
    “Yep.”
    He now looks over at me too, grinning just as wide.
    “This is fucking sweet, hey?” Matt asks.
    Nodding my head at him, I stare back out at the crowd.
    “So um, we’re bar hopping tonight,” he says hesitantly, his light blue eyes staring down at me with concern. “Would you want to go? I mean, are you feeling better, that is?”
    Smiling up at him, I reach in and give a quick squeeze to his bicep.
    “Yeah, I am. I’ll be out.”
    I don’t know how I’ll pull this off yet, but something tells me that I should be out tonight. Matt nods his head.
    “Cool.”
    “Hey, I got some smoke if you wanna have some before we go on.”
    My smiling fading slightly, I cover it up quickly by grinning even wider at him, lying.
    “Nah, thanks. Just had some. Don’t want to be too dry out there.”
    I spit a small, kind of foamy amount onto the dirt ground, pretending to barely get any spit out of my mouth. Don’t ask me why, but my guys know how high I am by how dry my mouth is. Even if weed is supposed to be good for that, it still dries me up.
    Matt uses the side of his hand and laughs at me,
    “All right.” He nods again. “I’m gonna go and hit this real quick.” He points to his front jean pocket, indicating where the weed must be. “I’ll be ready in five.”
    He leans in and gives me a quick peck on top of my head before walking away to smoke. Gawd, I wish I could go right with him. Damn it.
    As I watch Matt walk off in the distance, a sly smirk forms on my lips when I hear Tristan’s deep voice behind me.
    “No fucking bra?”
    Fucking figures. Still smiling, I try the playful eye roll. My nice way of saying, “fuck you.”   Folding my arms over my middle, I squint up at him, bummed out that I left my sunglasses on the bus.
    “Hi.”
    “What’s this?”
    He nods his chin up the length of me. Uncrossing my arms, I let them fall to my sides as I glance down at myself, shrugging causally when I do.
    “What’s, what?” I ask back in annoyance.
    When I look back up at him, Tristan's face is impassive. Great.
    “I know it’s for the show and all, but Christ, Sophia. At least put a damn bra on.”
    “I’m fucking sure I've worn shit way less revealing then this.”
    “Your fucking nipples were never showing!” he yells back at me, causing me to flinch.
    Fuck. I hope no one around notices. Not breaking eye contact with Tristan, I glare back up at him.
    “Fuck you.” I raise my hand. “My tits aren’t showing. And so what if they were?” I shrug, waving my hands up and down my body. “A whole lotta chicks wear way fucking less than this.”
    “My girl doesn’t show her fucking nipples!” he spits out through gritted teeth, his jaw clenched. He steps in so we’re just a breath away from each other, his voice so low, my skin radiates chills. “Damn it, Sophia. Listen.”
    His eyes are dark with warning as I stare at him. Fuck that!
    I step up on my tiptoes and circle my arms around his neck so I can whisper in his ear.
    “I’m yours. Your cock is mine,” I murmur seductively.
    I run my right hand down his neck and over his chiseled-as-sin chest, not stopping until I feel him under his jeans. Already getting hard. Good.
    “My pussy is yours.”
    I run my tongue slowly up his jaw to right below his ear. Softly sucking his earlobe into my