Bad Rep (Bad Rep, #1)(21)

My heartbeat hitched up a notch and my breathing became shallow.  Was it possible to orgasm just from listening to someone sing?  I was so lost in the spell he wove that it took me a moment to realize he was staring at me.  He continued to beat his drums mercilessly but I knew he was watching me.  And for a moment it felt like we were the only two people in the room.  And I knew that the song was for me.  Just for me.

And then he began to sing.

Desire drips off your tongue
Legs tangled and abused
Smoldering in the aftermath
Bodies tired and used

Your eyes hold a secret
that you will never tell
The fire inside consumes me
I will embrace your hell

Touch me,
Tease me,
Need me,
Hate me

In the silence of your arms
I almost know who I am
You destroy my soul, you open me wide
You crumble me in your hand

Touch me
Tease me
Hold me
Want me

Gutless and hated
Ruined and sated
Lost and jaded
Breath barely bated

My biggest regret is your face
The lie overcomes the truth
Shadowed and lonely I crawl
At the wasted feet of my youth

Touch Me
Tease Me
Need Me
Want Me
Hate Me
Love Me
Fuck Me!
Fuck Me!
Fuck Me!


My eyes widened in shock as Jordan screamed Fuck Me into his mic.  And not once did he take his eyes off of me.  The song was dark and powerful and I absolutely loved it!  I felt like I was witnessing a side of Jordan that I had no idea even existed.  He was deep and mysterious and full of an intensity I couldn't even fathom.  Everyone in the room responded to that song.  The girls undulated their bodies and the guys pounded their fists in the air.  Jordan held everyone in his sway and we were all powerless to stop it.

And just like that it was over and the band was taking a fifteen minute break.  I let out a breath that I had no idea I was even holding.  My hands were clammy and I ran shaky fingers through my hair.  I had a visceral response to Jordan's music and it had buried deep inside me in a way I didn't entirely understand.  A way that I was almost fearful of.

Jaz came back to my side and sagged against the bar.  “Aren't they amazing?” she sighed.  I could only nod.  Words weren't good enough to describe the way I was feeling.  I loved music.  I really did.  But I had never felt so ready to submerge myself in it the way I had as they played.  And I knew it was because of Mr. Jordan Levitt.

“Jordan!” Jaz squealed from beside me, pushing me out of the way as she launched herself at him.  Jordan laughed and patted her back.

“I'm all sweaty.” he apologized, catching my eye over Jaz's shoulder. I gave him a small smile.  Jaz wriggled closer.

“I love your sweat,” she purred and I rolled my eyes.

Jordan pulled away with an uncomfortable laugh.  He looked at me again.  “So, Maysie.  What did you think?”  he asked, grabbing the cold beer that Lyla handed him.  I acted as though I were really thinking about his question.

“Not bad,” I stated but I couldn't stop the grin that spread across my face.  Jordan's answering grin lit up my insides.

“Not bad?”  he clarified.  I nodded and then I did something that surprised me. I winked at him.  And he loved it.  I could see instantly the affect it had on him.  Jordan swallowed and his eyes heated up.  He opened his mouth to say something else when a guy came up behind him and put him in a head lock.

“Jordan, my man!  You guys rock!  When are you going to play at the house again?” I recognized the steroid looking jock as one of the brothers in Pi Sig.

Leaving Jordan to his conversation, I went back to my section and started cleaning my tables.  The band came back from their break and played a few more covers and two more original songs.  Jordan didn't sing again, much to my disappointment.  But they were still great.  They finally finished their set around 12:30.  By that point, I had joined Jaz and Damien again down at the bar.  I was on my third shot of tequila and Jaz was pounding beers like crazy.  Damien was the only one still sober.

I watched the guys tear down their equipment and my stomach clenched as Jordan picked up the heavy drums of his kit. I could see his muscles rippling under his Barton's t-shirt.  Damn, I had it bad.  Girlfriend or not, all I could think about was having him down between my legs.  I imagined clutching his hair as he did things with that mouth that should be illegal.

“You alright, Mays?  You look a little flushed,” Damien asked, shooting me a look.  I cleared my throat and crossed my legs, trying to tamp down the throb that had started.

“Fine, just feeling my ass at the moment,” I slurred.  Crap, I was going to have to get a ride home.  Riley would be pissed at me for leaving her car here.  But there was no way I could drive.

Jordan had finished loading up the band's gear and came down to the bar.  The kitchen crew had come out and joined us and now Jaz was in the middle of a serious game of Flip Cup with Pocco and Fed.  Jordan slung his arm around my shoulders and I struggled to ignore the instant physical response I had to his touch.  “We're having an impromptu party back at my house.  You guys wanna come?” he asked the group.  There was a collective “hell yeah” from everyone.