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

Chapter 27

twenty-seven

LUNA

B eing back in this club is giving me hives. I feel them scratching at the exposed skin on my waist. Now my wrist itches. God, I’m covered.

“You alright, darling?” Mac’s deep voice startles me. The jump and squeak that makes its way from my mouth is embarrassing on so many levels.

His chuckle greets me as I turn to face him. “Can you put a bell around your neck or something? This skulking in the dark thing annoys the hell out of me.” I finish with a huff and put my hands on my hips, using the opportunity to scratch that bit of skin, feeling instantly better.

“Well, it’s good to see you’re in the mood for sparring tonight, darling. I have a feeling you’re going to need it. You’re on at 11:00. Do not disappoint me.” The way he casually walks off makes me want to throw something at him. When did I become so violent? Oh yeah, had a threesome and haven’t had an orgasm since. I should’ve probably taken care of that before I got here.

I continue watching as he moves farther away from me until all the lines connect. “Mac!” I call towards his back. He stops immediately and turns to look at me over his shoulder, eyebrow raised over a steely gray eye. “Why am I going to need it?” Please, for the love of God, answer. “Mac, who’s opening and who’s closing?” I ask more urgently.

He says absolutely nothing, just gives me a big wolfish smile with an exaggerated wink before he continues on his way. My jaw drops. Surely, it wouldn’t be Ruby. He wouldn’t do that to me, would he? Not after last weekend. He couldn’t possibly.

I shuffle to collect the bag I dropped when I entered and move farther backstage, finding the same room from last week open. The room has large mirrors lining the walls, with plenty of counter space to spread out and not crowd anyone, connected to a large bathroom. I can already see a few items set up for someone in the corner. I move immediately to the opposite corner, as far away as possible.

I spread out my few belongings. I’m already ready for tonight but I always bring a small bag for makeup touch ups, my outfit for tonight, and my laptop. I sit in my seat, getting comfortable, pulling out my laptop and headphones. In the weeks that I took off, my social media has gone to shit, and it needs some work. I have hours before my set starts, so some work couldn’t hurt me. That and the added benefit that I wouldn’t have to interact with whoever the hell is here.

Time moves quickly as I make videos and clips, scheduling them to be posted over the next few weeks. With that weight lifted, I look around the room again. Nothing’s moved and no one ever came back to claim their things. Maybe they are just left from last night’s performance. Oh, well.

With the room still empty, I take the time to open my editing software, bringing up the most recent project from a few weeks ago. After my night with both Xavier and Sebastian. I left the note, hopped on a plane home, and worked on this the entire flight.

Right after I landed, everything had gone to shit, and I haven’t touched it since. I click play and relax into my chair, putting my feet on the chair in front of me, stretching out as much as my 5’7” body allows.

I allow the music to roll over and through me. The sensual beat builds slowly in the background as the bass forces my heart to race along with it. My mind finally lets go for the first time in weeks. I let myself remember them, the feeling of their hands on my body as they brought me pleasure and used me for their own. I can hear their words of encouragement and degradation as they overlap in my mind.

The song suddenly ends, reminding me it’s unfinished. I click repeat and let myself fall back into the memory. As the song builds again, I feel my own hands running up and down my leg slowly, pretending and wanting it to Sebastian’s or Xavier’s hand pushing my skirt up and away as they slowly lick my pussy. My hand grips the bottom of my skirt, stopping myself from sliding my hands between my thighs and giving into the extreme ache I feel. The song stops again.

“Do you need a hand, princess? How about a face?” A muffled voice makes its way through my headphones.

“Fuck!” I scream, flailing my arms around and kicking the chair in front of me over in my attempts to get up quickly. My headphones fly to the floor as they are ripped off my head. Still breathing heavily, I look up into the jade eyes that have haunted my dreams. I’ve seen them as he brought me to orgasm, screaming his name. I’ve seen them as he completely surrenders and falls apart. How could eyes like that not be remembered? I feel my face flush as I remember everything I had been thinking just moments prior. Sebastian’s smirk widens.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” he questions, eyes softening. “God, you’re beautiful. I missed you.” His long strides eat up the distance between us. His arms pull me into his body, hands rushing all over my body, as if he were making sure I’m real. A kiss touches my head before his hands are on my face, forehead touching mine. “Are you okay? We’ve been so worried about you,” he whispers, fingers cupping my head as he pulls me closer. My hands come to rest on top of his. I push on tiptoes to rest my forehead against his.

“I’m—” I start, about to finish with my classic line “I’m okay,” but I’m not. I’m just not ready to burden Sebastian. “I missed you, too. What are you doing here?” I whisper, pulling away slightly to look up at his entire face. His little smile quirks to the side.

“You didn’t know?” he questions as his grin grows wide. Rubbing his nose against mine, he says, “I’m closing tonight.”