While It Lasts (Sea Breeze #3)(36)

I lowered my head to give her a deeper kiss. Having that connection with her was even different for me. “Yeah, it was fun,” I replied after getting her taste on my lips. “You interested in meeting the band?”

She glanced up at the stage as Jackdown was announcing their break. “Yeah, sure.”

“I’m warning you now, Krit is your typical lead singer. He thinks all he has to do is smile and girls will drop their panties. I’m gonna make sure he understands that you’re off limits but he may still make suggestive comments. I’ll take him outside and beat his ass if I need to.”

Eva just laughed. She thought I was kidding. She’d obviously never met a lead singer before. I just hoped Krit really didn’t piss me off. Depended on how high he was.



Eva



Cage led me back over to the table we’d been at earlier. There were a lot more people around it now. Another table had been pulled up beside it. The band members I’d noticed earlier where all gathering around the other table and yelling their orders to the bar tender. Trisha was laughing and shoving the shirtless lead singer. He was sitting in her lap shaking his sweaty hair on her. I was a little surprised that her badass—looking husband wasn’t upset by this. Then the lead singer lifted his head and his eyes met mine. I saw the resemblance instantly. His eyes were the exact same color and shape as Trisha’s. They also had very similar mouths.

“I may beat his ass just because of the way you’re looking at him,” Cage growled beside me. Startled by his sudden angry tone I turned my attention to him.

“What?”

He was snarling at the shirtless guy with long sweaty hair.

“Cage?”

He finally tore his intense expression off the lead singer and looked at me. “Yeah?”

“I was looking at him because I was surprised he was sitting in Trisha’s lap like that then when I saw his face and I figured out the resemblance. That was all.”

His frown eased, “Okay. Good.”

“The convict is ba-ack,” the lead singer said in a singsong voice.

“Eva, the thug in Trisha’s lap is her brother, Krit. And Krit, this is Eva, stay the f*ck away,” Cage said in way of introduction.

Krit’s blond eyebrows shot up and he jumped out of his sister’s lap gawking at me. “Shiiiit. Cage York has been collared? Say it ain’t so bro. Say it ain’t f*ckin’ so,” the amazement in Krit’s voice was a little disturbing. Was it really that hard for everyone to believe that Cage was on a date? With a girl he didn’t want to share?

“What’s this I hear?” The shirtless bass player who’d sang a couple songs leaned over on the table with a shot of something in his hand. His entire chest and arms were covered in tattoos.

“That one,” Krit said pointing toward us with the hand that held his beer, “Cage won’t share her. Your ugly mug won’t be basking in the advantages of Cage’s pretty face tonight. He has his woman. He ain’t gonna be snagging a couple to share with you.”

Cage tensed up beside me. I didn’t have to ask why.

“Eva, that idiot is Green. He plays bass and he gets to sing when Krit will share the spotlight.”

I’d noticed him earlier when I’d been sitting at the table. Watching someone that actually knew how to play the bass well was always intriguing to me.

“You’re good. I’m impressed by the fact you can actually pull off Flea’s stuff.”

Krit and Green both froze.

“You know who the bassist for the Red Hot Chili Peppers is?” Green asked me. The shock on his face made me smile.

“Yes, I do. Flea is one of the greats in my opinion. But Jon Paul Jones is my all—time favorite,” I replied.

Green slammed his still full shot glass on the table and some of it splashed over the side. “Holy shit! She knows the bassist for Led f*cking Zeppelin!”

He shifted his awed look to Cage, “I’ll do anything man. Just let me have her, please?”

Cage’s arm wrapped around my waist and he pulled me closer to his side. “Not happening. Back off.”

“Fuck man, do you know how many girls I’ve met that don’t even know what the hell a bassist is? NONE! Fucking NONE! Where’d you get her? I want one too.”

Cage chuckled beside me, “Sorry, man. It’s not happening.”

“You could maybe go to a music school and actually meet girls who know how to play the bass. Typically the ones you pick up in bars only know how to unzip your pants.” I informed him.

The entire table burst into laughter. Cage placed a kiss on the top of my head and squeezed my side.

“Okay, hell now I want one,” Krit chimed in.

“You are bringing her around more often Cage. I like this one,” Trisha said smiling at me.

“What do you mean by ‘this one’?” Green asked before draining his shot glass. “There ain’t ever been another one he kept more than a couple hours.”

“That’s enough you two. I’m not in the mood to keep your asses from being strung up by Cage tonight. If he decides to shut you up I’m gonna let him,” Rock spoke up for the first time.

“He knows we’re kidding,” Krit shot me a cocky grin and winked.

“Fuuuck, I ain’t kidding. I want her,” Green said before turning to take another shot glass from a waitress.