Love in the Mix (Love in the Mix #1)

Chapter 6

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XAVIER

V alentine’s Day

The pulsing heart of the nightclub throbs with the energy of the crowd. Lasers slice through the hazy air, painting the packed crowd in neon hues. The scent of sweat and perfume mingles with the faint aroma of smoke, creating an almost immersive experience.

Her energy is absolutely electric, crackling through the air like static. She has every ounce of my attention focused entirely on her. I watch as she moves onstage—the way her skirt flares around her full hips, her tiny crop top exposing the slightest hint of her midriff. Not only is her appearance sexy as hell, but with the way her music has been slowly building for the past several minutes, her ability to control a crowd is intoxicating. It even has me feeling that tingle that starts in my stomach as it moves its way up and out, ready for the peak and tumble downward. The crowd is completely in tune with her, the lights and visuals enhancing the surrounding sounds around us. The bass reverberates through the floor, up through my feet and into my chest.

DJ Luna Sparks is in her element, and looking damn good there. Her teal hair, pulled back from her face into a messy bun, moves and flops around with her. Little pieces stick to her face, the sweat on the soft angles of her cheeks reflecting the lights with every pulse of the beat. Her brows knit closely together, and her expression captivates everyone’s attention. I watch her bounce around the stage, hitting the right triggers at the right time, building the crowd, only to send the music into a controlled chaos.

Sensing the end of her set, Sebastian and I move from the dimly lit backstage area to join the roaring audience and soak in the vibrant atmosphere. The air grows thicker as we push through the sea of bodies backstage to make our way to watch her from the side of the stage.

The feeling of relief and desire I felt when we booked Luna as our opener was distracting. I’d never experienced one of her sets in person, but her social media drew me in. Not just to her curvy delicious body, but her infectious energy and music.

“God damn,” Bas says loud enough for me to hear him. I take him in. He’s stage ready, in black from head to toe, his tattoos crawling up his arms and disappearing under the edge of his shirt. His lips wrap around the joint he just rolled and lit within seconds. Smoke surrounds both of us. Taking a deep hit, he continues speaking. “Watching her onstage makes me even harder in person than it did watching it online.” My eyes track his hands as he moves them down his body to grab his cock, giving it a squeeze before readjusting. I move my gaze back to his green mirth-filled eyes as he holds the joint out to me.

“You’re not the only one having that problem.” I move to adjust myself, and take the joint from him. “But do you hear that crowd? They are eating it up.”

Just as I hear Bas mutter, “I want to eat her up,” the music builds and my eyes land back on her, watching her ass bounce in some pleated skirt as her shirt falls off her shoulders. She continues to pulse on her toes, moving her hands quickly, setting off the last triggers. As if she feels me staring at her, she darts her eyes over her shoulder, quickly scanning faces until her gaze connects with mine. For one suspended millisecond, I have her full attention, and a smirk is on my face before I even realize she’s already turned that attention back to the crowd in front of her. The music swells, the bass beating deep in my chest, and I let my eyes close as I fall over the edge with them.

She is going to be so much trouble.