True Body Rock (Rockstar Romance) (The Body Rock Series Book 4) Read Free Page B

together. It was a beautiful thing, made muddy by the tension between me and the girl I adored.
    “You think this part should be faster?” she asked, tapping the page, adjusting the stratocaster in her lap. “Where you sing, 'wrapping, coiling, merging with the world?'”
    When she says the lyrics so bluntly, it makes me feel... ashamed? She was missing the whole core of the song. My face was hot; looking at her was difficult. Shit. I feel like an awkward teen all over again, fuck. “Yeah. Let's speed that section up.”
    Lola smudged more pencil down, then plucked a few notes thoughtfully. “I think that'll sound better. More intense.”
    Swallowing around my sluggish tongue, I drained my water bottle. “You write a lot of music before this?”
    “None.” At my look of disbelief, Lola shrugged. “Nothing structured, like this. I just goofed off and made stuff up when it came to me.”
    Goofed off. Thinking about her audition, I let my stunned smile take over. “A god damn prodigy.”
    Shifting on her stool, she looked away. I could see the pink blush coating her cheeks. “Says the guy who can play guitar and sing.”
    “I told you.” My fingers slid down the neck of the instrument, exploring it as if I'd never held one of its kind. “I'm only okay at guitar. You have ears.”
    “My ears tell me you're better than you think.”
    “Guess we're even there.”
    Chewing the side of her lip, Lola stared pointedly at the floor. “Come on. Let's play this again. Neither of us are where we want to be, yet.”
    No, I thought sullenly, letting my guitar pick strike the chords. Right now I want to be on you, wrapped up in your scent and panting cries. My lower belly thrilled with a surge of heat at the image.
    I'd have to settle with singing about my desires.
    For now.
    We practiced until midday, working until we were sounding cohesive. At this rate, we'll be able to play this tomorrow night just fine.
    We were interrupted by Colt and Porter. The two slid into the room quietly, respecting how caught up we were in our song. They sat on the sidelines, eyes focused, ears straining.
    By that time, I was more comfortable with my instrument. Years of playing as a child, into my teens, were coming back with the waking of my muscles. Lola never called me out on my errors; I noticed all of them, though.
    I'm still not as good as I wanted to be, growing up. That doesn't matter anymore.
    Being a guitarist hadn't been my dream, after all.
    It had been my father's.
    “It's sounding great,” Porter said, clapping when Lola and I paused. “You sure you don't want me and Colt to join in on this?”
    “Maybe a little 'oomph' from the drums?” Colt added, mimicking playing his sticks in the air. “It'd add some texture to the song.”
    Setting the guitar aside, I stood and cracked my back. “I appreciate the offer, but I'd like it to be just Lola and me out there for this one.”
    Colt rubbed at the side of his right eye. “I'll try to hold in my tears of jealousy.”
    “I won't.” Frowning deep, the bassist gave a few hollow sobs. “This is how it begins. Kicked out of the band. I hear guitar only teams are taking over.”
    Wrapping his arm around Porter's shoulders, Colt nodded sagely. “I told you, we should have just learned guitar.”
    “Bass is close!”
    “Bass is not close,” Colt snorted.
    Digging out a bottle of water, I drained half of it. “Want some, Lola?”
    Setting her guitar in its case, she leaned it on the wall and headed for the door. “I'm fine. Think I'll go find some food.”
    Lola's escape was briefly ruined by Brenda, the red-head bumping into her as she tried to enter. “Oh! Hey, sorry Lola—where are you running off to?” Turning in place, our manager backed into the practice room.
    Hardly slowing, Lola's voice faded the further she got into the bus. “Food. I need to eat.”
    “But I was going to order us lunch! The hotel we're all staying at is ready for us now, it's super nice! We could