Everything: A Singed Wings Novel Read Online Free

pierced through me, almost as if she could see straight to my soul. Her tiny button nose turned up just slightly, and her mouth… oh, God, that fucking mouth. When she had wet those pouty pink lips with her tongue earlier, my cock had jerked as the image of her licking the length of my shaft flashed in my mind.
    Even while sitting in the chair, I could tell she was petite, but I’d had no idea how small until I’d followed her over to the clearing. Standing a couple inches over six foot myself, she had to be at least a foot shorter than me, but despite her tiny stature, she was all fucking woman with the way those tight, ripped-up jeans hugged the sweet curve of her ass and how her full, creamy tits threatened to pop out the top of her nearly see-through shirt. I was forced to stuff my hands in the pockets of my jeans just to keep from reaching out and touching her.
    Never before had I thought these things about anyone. Sure, I was a straight seventeen-year-old dude who got turned on just as often as the next guy. But I was careful who I got involved with. The handful of girls that I’d fooled around with, I knew well, and more importantly, they knew what to expect from me. I wasn’t in the market for a girlfriend, or any kind of relationship for that matter, and I wasn’t willing to cross that line where an attachment would form. I didn’t need anything to distract me from my music as I got ready for the tour that was only five months away. The tour where my career — my dreams — would likely either be made or destroyed.
    But never before had anyone captivated me the way she did with a single penetrating look, stirring a deep-rooted desire that made me want to do things I’d never done. Things I would never forget. I was struck… captured.
    And I didn’t know her name. All that brave, big-man talking I’d done back there, and I didn’t even fucking get her name. Brilliant, Everett, real fuckin’ brilliant.
    “Woot! That’s what we like to hear! Happy New Year, Empty’s!” my sister’s voice boomed through the speakers, jolting me from the daze I’d fallen in, starting the introduction I was supposed to be doing. I jerked my neck to the side to face her, and she shot me a what-the-fuck-is-your-problem look then kept talking into the microphone positioned near her drums. “I’m Ashlynn, and this dipshit in front of me who’s suddenly gone mute is my twin brother Everett, and together we’re Singed Wings… or as our mom likes to call us — double fuckin’ trouble.”
    As the crowd laughed, I took advantage of the few seconds to get my shit together. I had a show to play, and I wanted it to be my best. ‘Cause she was there. I wanted… no, I needed to impress her. It was this animalistic force inside of me, like the male peacock showing off all his colorful, eye-catching feathers to attract his mate.
    Luckily for me, I had a guitar in my hand and a microphone in front of my face. I was in my element. I could fuck her through my music before my hands ever touched her. But, God, did I want to touch her. And kiss her. And feel her all around me.
    I’m losing my damn mind.
    “If you’re a regular here at Empty’s,” I picked up where Ashlynn left off, finding my voice again, “you’ve probably seen us a time or two, and know that we like to mix it up with our original pieces as well as some all-time classic favorites, so feel free to sing along with us anytime you feel the,” I caught my girl’s gaze and smirked, “urge.”
    Her cheeks blushed a bright pink and my dick twitched in response. I wanted to see her whole body flush that color as I made her come underneath me. Maybe someone slipped something in my drink earlier?
    After taking a quick swig of water from the bottle set out for me, I continued on, “But as we start every set we play, there’s no better song to get us in the partying mood than…”
    Instead of finishing the sentence, I broke out into the legendary opening riffs of