Replay (Off Track Records Book 4)

by Kacey Shea

She clenches her jaw and shakes her head, holding one hand up between us. “We’ll talk later, okay?” She keeps walking toward the carts.

  I jog to her side.

  “Come on, big boy!” Sean pats the open seat across from him and Jess. “You’re gonna make us late.”

  I’d rather take a seat next to Jayla, but she jumps in next to the driver of one of the other carts. Begrudgingly, I climb in across from Sean. If he notices my sour mood, he doesn’t comment on it. Probably because he’s too wrapped up in Jess.

  A few minutes later, our crew is deposited at the backstage entrance. The packed stadium repeatedly chants the initials of our band name. “3-U-G. 3-U-G.” Sound techs wait to hand us the in-ear equipment. I slide the flesh colored buds into each ear and hook the battery operated receiver into my belt so it rests over my back pocket.

  I should be thinking about the show.

  About the opening song.

  Anything to do with playing in front of thousands of screaming fans.

  But there’s one person on my mind right now, and I can’t seem to drag my feet to the stage without being sure she’s not pushing me away. So instead of lining up by the stage hand, I turn and stride over to where she’s working.

  “What’s wrong?” she says as I approach.

  “We’re good, right?” I want to reach out and hold her hand in mine, but I hesitate because we haven’t really established any terms to whatever it is we’re doing.

  “Focus on your show tonight.” Her gaze softens as if she wants to release my worries. “We’ll talk later. Okay?”

  Surprisingly, it’s exactly what I need to settle the seed of insecurity rattling my mind. “Yeah, okay. It’s a date.” I take a step back, wink, and aim my pointer fingers at her. I swear she fights back a grin, but I don’t have time to stick around. I hustle back to the stage.

  She wants to talk. That’s a good sign. Right?

  29

  Jayla

  Austin and I have to talk. If he thinks I’m avoiding him, I’m not. Today has been insane, and by the time we load up to head out to St. Louis, all I want to do is fill my belly and put my feet up. But I can’t do either because I have reports to upload before tomorrow, schedules to approve, agendas to finalize, and time to squeeze in for a private conversation with Austin. All of which feels impossibly overwhelming.

  “Jayla, come on. Ditch the salads for one night. This is Chicago deep dish,” Sean tempts as I take a seat at the full table.

  “I’m fine.” I wave off his offer and stab a cherry tomato onto my fork. “Besides, there might not be enough.”

  “There’s plenty,” Lexi pushes the open pizza box my way.

  My mouth waters at the sight of sauce over thick layers of cheese and toppings. I’ve been so good this far. If I had a scale to weigh myself, I bet I’m down at least five pounds. Most things I can resist, but after such a long day, it sure would be nice to overindulge. “Okay, I can’t turn down pizza.” I push my salad to the side to wrap up for tomorrow and grab a plate.

  Austin deposits a piece onto my plate with a wicked grin. “Some things are irresistible.”

  I should roll my eyes, or glare, but instead his comment sends my mind down memory lane—back to his hotel room—and damn, he’s right. My thighs press together as my body tingles with awareness. He was absolutely sinful, and I want another taste.

  “We knew you had a weakness.” Opal winks, and for a second I fear she read my thoughts.

  I force a laugh when I realize she’s talking about the pizza, not Austin. “Yeah, I’ve been sticking to my diet, but rules are meant to be broken every now and then.”

  Austin coughs, and quickly reaches for his bottle of water.

  My face heats with the double meaning to my words, and I keep my gaze on my plate. The pizza is good. The best kind of cheat meal, and I can’t find it in myself to feel guilty. I want a second piece, but I don’t want to be bloated later, so once I’m done with my slice I finish off my salad too.

  “Hey, I haven’t seen any videos posted lately.” Opal leans back into her seat and finds my gaze across the table. “If you need someone to hold the camera, I’m game.”

  “I was just saying we need to do another,” Austin says through bites of pizza. He grabs his beer and takes a long swig. “What do you say, Jayla? Do we have time tomorrow?”

  No! The response almost flies past my lips. Now is the perfect opportunity to tell the band about my phone call with Vince. But I don’t want to create a rift between the guys and their new label. They’ve told me enough about their last manager and how he screwed them over to sell out, that I can’t imagine Vince’s threat to take me off this job would go over well. Deep down I also have to wonder if I told them everything, would they take my side or even believe me? I’d like to think they consider me more than an employee, but life has taught me to be wary.

  “Hey.” Austin lowers his voice, but we’re all gathered at one table. Everyone hears. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

  Before I answer, Opal gasps. One hand flies to her mouth while the other holds her cell. Her hands shake as she drags in a breath.

  “What’s wrong? Is it the baby?” Leighton’s eyes widen with a mixture of shock and fear.

  Opal shakes her head. “No.” She drops the phone at her side and says it again. “No. It’s not that.”

  My spine prickles with alarm. She appears fine. It must have been whatever she saw on her phone.

  Leighton runs his hand between her shoulder blades. “What is it?”

  Her gaze lifts to mine, but she only holds it a second before turning to Austin. “Have you checked your social media lately? The YouTube channel?”

  “No.” He shakes his head and a puzzled frown draws his brows together. “Why?”

  “There are”—she swallows and licks her lips before glancing back at me—“some very ignorant and hateful comments.”

  Oh. My stomach dips and I can’t settle on whether to be relieved or disappointed. Opal’s fine. Nothing is wrong. But I don’t have to look to imagine the racist and sexist comments that people I’ve probably never met left on our videos. Sometimes I hate the world.

  “What? Let me see.” Austin whips out his cell phone.

  Trent grabs it out of his hands. “No. Bro, you don’t want to read that shit.” He tips his head to Opal. “Can you delete the comments? Take them down.”

  “Of course. Austin, send me your logins and I’ll take care of it.”

  Austin’s jaw works back and forth before he blows out a long exhale. “Just take my phone.”

  “That because you don’t remember your passwords?” Trent lifts a brow and passes the cell to Opal.

  Austin smiles as if he doesn’t want to but can’t help it. “Maybe.”

  “Don’t read that shit,” Lexi says to Austin. “You know better.”

  He scrubs a hand down his face in frustration. “You’re right.”

  “Of course I am.” She grins smugly, and then turns to catch my gaze. “Words are toxic. They fuck with your head, but we aren’t made of stone. I’ve learned it’s better not to read what people write about me or the people I love.”

  I consider her words, and while I have no interest in reading the comments, I also have a different opinion on the matter. “Sometimes it’s not enough to turn the other cheek, or look away and pretend it’s not happening. I don’t have the luxury of ignoring what’s happening in the world.”

  She nods, still holding my gaze, and flips her lip ring as she presses her lips together. We couldn’t be more different. Our skin tones are opposite. She’s tatted, pierced, and in my everyday world, I’d never spend time with someone like her. But we’re drawn together by this band, and if I’m honest, so much more. I respect her work ethic and talent, and she’s always treated me well. “You’re right. Sometimes it’s important to acknowledge and speak out against injustice.”

  “That’s why our videos are important,” Austin sa
ys.

  I don’t comment because I’m completely torn on what to do with those. If we were free to do whatever we wanted, I’d want to make another. They are important. Yet, I don’t want to be ripped from this tour. I don’t want to be sent away. Not yet. I hate that it’s a choice I have to make.

  “Right.” I nod to Lexi and don’t restrain from holding back my point of view. “My friend Kalise says we have to bide our time and save our voice for the big things. No one listens to the person who complains about every damn thing. But people can’t not hear the truth if you meet them at their humanity. We’re all in this thing together. We’re sisters and brothers. We love. Hurt. Hope. We all bleed.”

  “I like Kalise already.” Lexi smiles. “I hide behind my music, but I bleed through my lyrics. Maybe it doesn’t change the world, but it changes the world for those who need to hear my message.” She holds my stare and I swear she sees my past. The assault. And it hits me why she knows. She experienced something similar. We connect on a shared pain. My respect for her grows.

  I catch Austin staring with an expression I can’t quite read because it’s one I’ve never seen him wear. It’s more than attraction. It’s more than pride, too. He’s looking at me as if he wants to hear more of what I have to say. My desire to have a relationship, a real and honest one, flourishes under his gaze and for the thousandth time today I allow myself to picture a future in which he and I are together.

  “Comments deleted. Users blocked,” Opal states proudly. “At least, the most heinous ones.” She hands Austin his phone and he stops looking at me to take it from her. “I’ll go through the rest tomorrow and make sure I didn’t miss any.”

  “You’re the best.” He smiles and pockets his phone. “Thanks, little mama.”

  Jess and Lexi insist on cleaning up from dinner. The rotation of showers begins, and there’s a steady stream of chatter and movement as everyone settles down from the post-show high. Opal turns in early. She’s really showing now, and I can’t imagine being pregnant on tour is comfortable, but she never complains.

  I settle myself into the bench seat with a cup of coffee and my laptop. If I stay focused I can knock this work out in an hour. My mouth opens in a yawn so big my eyes water. The pizza was a bad idea. My belly is full and this coffee could use an espresso shot or two to revive me from the food coma my body wants to give in to.

  Speaking of things my body wants to give in to . . .

  “Hey.” Austin drags out his greeting as he pulls out an empty chair. His gaze travels greedily over my body, lingering on my breasts until I’m certain he can see the hard peaks of my nipples pushing through my bra and T-shirt. I’d blame it on the air conditioning, but we both know it would be a lie. Self-conscience with everyone still up and about, I grab my laptop and pull it in to my chest.

  Austin laughs heartily, drawing everyone’s attention.

  I narrow my glare. “Excuse me, but I have work to do.”

  “I think you should take a break.” He flashes a smile.

  “I’m sure you do.”

  “Good. We’re on the same page. Besides, I have a matter that could use your attention.”

  I cock my brow at him and motion for him to continue. By the smug ass grin on his face, I doubt it’s an emergency.

  “It’s a very pressing matter.” He winks. “Hard. Might take two hands.”

  I roll my eyes. “That seems generous.”

  “It’s my dick.” He points toward his lap. “I’m talking about my dick.”

  My eyes widen and I snap my laptop closed. Leaning forward, I hiss with a whisper of a shout. “Everyone can hear you!”

  “I know!” He throws up his hands. “My dick would be offended, but he likes you too much.”

  Without glancing around the room, I can feel the stares of Lexi, Trent, Jess, and Sean. Their pause in conversation could be unrelated, but given the clear enunciation Austin gives to the word dick, I highly doubt it. Even Ace stops humming along to his music from the front of the bus. I refuse to have this conversation with an audience.

  “Austin. Could I have a word? In private.” I push out of the bench seat and cross my arms over my chest to protect everyone from an obscene view.

  “Yes. Private. That’s what I’m talking about.” He jumps to his feet.

  I bite back the impulse to yell, because he’s infuriating and not taking any of this seriously. I want to be with him, but he can’t just come up and start talking about his dick when I’m working. Not when we haven’t even discussed the terms to our relationship. I stomp toward the short hall that runs along the sleep bunks back by the only bedroom. If Opal and Leighton weren’t sleeping, I’d suggest we go inside, but this will have to do.

  I turn on my heel as he comes up beside me. “What is your deal? You can’t speak to me like that!” My voice is low, but holds all the anger as if I weren’t holding back.

  “Good call.” He opens the bathroom door, steps back, and reaches for my hand to pull me inside. He slams the door and locks it. “Better now?”

  I glance around the bathroom. There’s a pile of towels in one corner and the air is still damp from the guys’ earlier showers. “Not even a little.”

  “I thought you enjoy it when I misbehave.” He takes one step forward, challenge in his stare as he crowds my body.

  “Check yourself. Right now.” I press my hand into his chest.

  His eyes dance with delight, and that cocky grin grows. “Worried you can’t handle me?”

  “Oh, I’m the one you can’t handle.” I take a step forward and straighten my spine as I lift my chin.

  “Yeah?” He leans forward so we’re standing close and he invades my space with his breath. “Prove it.”

  Instead of closing the space between our lips, I press my hand between our bodies and grip the collar of his shirt in a tight fist. My other hand cups his erection through his jeans. I don’t know what comes over me, other than I need to have control. That and he’s totally into this. “This is exactly how you saw this play out. Isn’t it?”

  He holds my gaze, nodding yes, but the humor in his eyes is replaced with need. He wants me badly.

  I want him, too. “Terms?”

  “Huh?” For a man who never shuts up, he’s at a loss for words.

  “If we do this”—I squeeze him though his jeans and delight in the groan that leaves his lips—“I need rules. It’s not a free-for-all.”

  “Whatever you want.”

  “Monogamy.”

  His nostrils flare. “Not an issue.”

  “I mean it, Austin. I find out you let anyone near this”—I rub my hand against him once more before releasing his hardening cock—“and I cut it off.”

  “What else?” His gaze holds steady, my threat doing nothing to deter him.

  I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this. Given our positions, he in the band and me as the head of security, a relationship between us comes with risk. And yet, I can’t deny or ignore this chemistry between us. “No one gets to know.”

  His lips pinch with disapproval. “The press only reports what we tell them.”

  “Not just the press.” I level him with my stare. “Everyone. The band. The girlfriends. My boss. Your label. No one can know.”

  “So, I’m your dirty secret?” He shrugs, but for a split second I see the hurt my insistence brings.

  I feel bad, but it’s the only way. “Can you handle that?”

  His lips draw into a brilliant smile. “Only if you promise to tie me up again.”

  “Oh, that’s a guarantee.” I grab his wrists and turn us both so his back is to the door. My lips hover a breath from his as I press his hands behind his body. My breasts press into his chest and I take pleasure in the control. “We stick to the rules.”

  “So you keep saying. Worried about falling in love with me, Jayla?”

  He doesn’t know the half of it. I release his wrists and run my fingers along the stubble of his strong jaw. “Shut the fuck up and kiss me
.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” His lips crash to mine. Strong. Gentle. Urgent. He’s all this and more. My body sparks alive with a yearning that’s been building all day. Doesn’t matter we just did this last night, or we don’t have the privacy of a bedroom. I want him. Now. The desire to sink onto his cock and fall apart increases with every move of his mouth. I sweep my tongue into his mouth and release a moan.

  “Jayla,” Austin reaches for my waist.

  On instinct I push against his chest to create space between us. My gaze finds his. The touch of his hands should’ve scattered the lust from my mind, but it doesn’t. My pulse speeds under the understanding in his stare. He doesn’t push. He also doesn’t stop looking at me as if I’m his favorite dessert.

  “I’m good,” I whisper. I don’t try to hide my vulnerability. “Don’t stop.”

  He nods and a slight smile draws his lips up as he kisses me again. Before we get carried away he pulls back and catches my stare. “I want to try something.” There’s an unspoken question in his words. Do you trust me?

  He waits until I offer a slight nod, and then tentatively grazes my hip with his hand. He moves, and with a shuffle of feet he moves me backward. My butt hits the sink’s counter and before I can question, Austin drops to his knees.

  His hands skim up the sides of legs, over my thighs, across my hips, and to the button on my slacks. His stare asks for permission, or maybe he’s gauging my reaction.

  My body heats with desire under his stare, and in them he must find what he needs. He removes my pants. My socks. My underwear. His movements are reverent, focused and measured, and with a gentleness that makes me feel precious. Next, he reaches back and pulls his shirt over his head with one hand.

  I greedily take in the sight of him. He kneels before me as if he’s ready to worship my body, and my pulse speeds with anticipation. I don’t do this. I like to have control. I need it. And yet, the way Austin positioned us, I don’t feel caged in or fearful.

  His hand skims up the inside of my leg, and he presses open my thigh so his face is directly in front of my pussy. He licks his lips as his gaze flicks up to mine. “Is this okay?”