Wicked Love (Wicked White Series Book 3) Read Free

time with the beat of the fast song being played, but I refuse to get too out of control and draw a lot of attention to myself. I just want to blend in with everyone else who is having a good time in here.
    It doesn’t take long before I recognize the feisty song that’s now being given a rock twist by the band. These guys are good. Maybe even the best band we’ve ever had play at one of our events.
    The flimsy red cup in my hand is full of my drink of choice—a plain old beer—as I stretch my neck to get a better look at the band through the crowd. For some reason guys like it when a girl chooses a non-girlie drink, so that’s what I always go for.
    When my eyes zero in on the guys on the makeshift stage in the corner of the living room, my breath catches the moment my gaze fixes on a familiar face. It’s Tyler—the guy who saved me last night—and he’s just as sexy as I remember him. Tall, lean, with shaggy, dark blond hair. Intricate tattoos cover his impressive forearms and the black wifebeater tank top he has on shows off his sculpted chest and broad shoulders. He’s the epitome of a rock star. I don’t know why it didn’t hit me last night that Tyler was more a rocker type versus the crazy guy I first took him for. This explains his bad-boy appearance.
    It’s then that I notice his eyes. They appear even bluer than they did last night, if that’s possible. I stand there awestruck, unable to tear my gaze away from this breathtaking man in front of me.
    Tyler pulls the microphone up to his full lips and sings the chorus of the song. His eyelids close, and the moment feels almost sensual, like I’m witnessing him baring his soul. His voice is as smooth as a silk ribbon sliding against my skin. It’s hypnotic and beautiful with a bit of rasp that turns it downright sexy.
    He’s unbelievably hot—hotter even than last night. There’s just something about a man who commands the stage that’s undeniably sexy.
    I push myself up to the front of the crowd, needing a closer look at the guy I haven’t stopped thinking about since he dropped me off outside my house. I had mentally prepared myself to never see him again, so seeing him again is a bit of a surprise.
    Tyler opens his eyes and then flicks his gaze down to me, effectively pinning me in place. Our eyes connect and a slow, sexy grin spreads across his face.
    I bite my bottom lip, but it doesn’t stop me from smiling like an idiot. It’s nice to be noticed, especially from a guy who looks like him. It’s also nice that his expression gives away that he remembers me too.
    The rhythmic melody of the song has me nearly in a trance as I stare openly at Tyler while he continues to sing the song and strum the guitar in front of him. Watching his fingers move with ease causes a wicked thought to pop into my head.
    Bet he’s pretty good with those fingers in other areas too.
    A blush creeps over my face as I think dirty thoughts about my savior, and I’m glad that people in the room don’t have the ability to hear someone else’s thoughts because I would simply die from embarrassment if he knew what I was thinking right now.
    When the last few beats of the song play, he glances back down at me and winks, causing my blush to deepen even more.
    The crowd bursts out in cheers and everyone turns their attention to Tyler. He grins and says into the microphone, “Thank you guys so much! We’re Purple Haze and we’re just getting started for you! I’m going to turn the lead vocals over to Jimmy here—” Tyler points to a guy who looks more like a hipster than a rocker in his black skinny jeans and flannel shirt. Jimmy rakes his long bangs back out of his face, causing me to notice that one side of his dark hair is completely buzzed while the rest is shaggy. It’s a very edgy look. Jimmy jumps up from behind the drums and stalks toward the front of the stage. “—Be nice to him, ladies!”
    Catcalls erupt all around and I join in by screaming along with