When I got backstage, JD and Aiden were bouncing around hyping themselves up. Mark looked like he was going to chew the tips off his drumsticks as he peeked out around the stage to look out into the crowd.

These guys were such a mess before playing a show.

"A lot of people came out tonight. Are you ready?" JD's eyes were bugging out of his head as he looked over at me. He swallowed back the vomit that was threatening to spew out.

Fucking amateurs.

The sound of the chattering voices bounced off the walls, making it sound like a freight train was rolling through the back of the building. I closed my eyes and took the noise deep inside myself. This was my favorite part about playing in front of people. The anticipation of going on stage was a strange type of high in itself.

The lights started to dim out in the crowd a little more as we prepared ourselves to go on the stage. That was our signal that it was time to start. I stretched my wrists and fingers out, working the stiffness out of my hands. I fingered a few chords in the air with my left hand and stretched the index finger and pinky out to its limit a few times. I had large hands and extremely long fingers, which helped my playing ability. I didn't have to strain them as hard as most people who played did, but they still required a little bit of warming up.

JD strode across the stage first. As the unofficial, self-proclaimed leader of the band, he was always the one who made the first move. Mark scuttled behind him, hunched over like he would get eaten by a rabid creature if he stayed behind.

"Looks like we're up." Aiden patted my back and smirked. He turned on his game face the instant his foot hit the splintered wood on the stage. I had to give Aiden a little credit, he may be a bit of a dork in real life, but he had a switch he could flip to turn on his stage presence. He looked six inches taller as he moved closer to the microphone.

I walked out last, but I was the one closest to the side of the stage, which meant it didn't take me but a few steps to get to my gear. I picked up my guitar and almost pulled the cord out of it when I forgot it was still hard-wired in. I swore and refastened it tightly before turning around to face the crowd. I lifted the strap over my neck and adjusted the position of the guitar on my body. It felt like it wasn't hitting the right spot on me, so I had to fiddle with it for a second until it was perfect.

This was a brilliant way to start what I was predicting would be a terrible show.

I looked down at my hands and was a little baffled. My palms were sweaty and shaking. Was I nervous? I never got nervous playing. I was good and knew it. I wiped my hands on my pants and took a deep breath in. My hair fell into my eyes and I pushed it back so I could see what I was doing. I was in desperate need of a haircut.

I played the first chord progression as Mark began to build up the sound behind us. He was holding his rhythm a lot better than he did during the soundcheck. We sounded a lot fuller and more put together starting out.

The rest of the guys might have actually come to play tonight.

Aiden let out a throaty scream and the crowd erupted. I had made a few changes to the cadences and it definitely added to the intensity. Mixed with Aiden's above-average phrasing abilities, I was pleasantly surprised that we didn't sound like a complete joke. I could see it on the guys' faces as they played next to me on the stage.

Whatever change that had magically happened between soundcheck and now was working for us. They were feeling it too.

Turning my attention back to the crowd, I missed a chord change when I saw a bright blond head standing perfectly positioned in front of me. Riley was looking up at me with slightly hooded eyes, moving her body in the filthiest ways just for me. She was enjoying herself and I wanted more than anything to be down there with her, touching her naughty curves as she pressed against me.

My eyes shifted to the center of the stage to see if anyone else saw her. I caught Aiden giving me a silent look. He had noticed I had messed up the song, but he turned his gaze forward instead of down to the dirty girl in front of me.

Luckily, he hadn't seen what I was watching or he would have probably stopped singing to lay on the ground and roll over to give her his belly.

My eyes found Riley again in the crowd, she locked her excited green eyes on mine and turned her head slightly as she danced just for me.

There was no point in hiding that I was watching her. She was already aware that I noticed her and she looked like she was scheming something inside her head. She looked up at me and then down at her body as she ran her hands over her slow, twisting hips. If that girl could make me feel like this just dancing, what else could she do to me? It made me insane imagining how it would feel right now if I was balls deep inside her as she bounced on my cock like a good girl.

I was the one on stage, but she was the one performing.

Riley ran her palms ran over her breasts and fingered a slow circle around the front of them. She closed her eye as her breathing began to change.

"Go on, Riley. Twist those hard little nipples between your fingers for me. You are such a dirty girl, aren't you?" My voice in my head encouraged her to keep going.

I might not be able to touch her because of the unspoken guy code rule that you don't mess with your friend's sister. But, there was no rule saying she couldn't touch herself while I watched.

Well, there probably was, but I wasn't going to tell.

She began to pull on the tips of the braids she was wearing. If she kept this up, I wasn't going to be able to stop from tugging on them later tonight too.

My tongue was out, wetting my dry lips as she continued to hypnotize me with her smooth movements. There was no one else in this bar except the two of us.

She looked around and I tried to follow the path her eyes went to see what she was looking at. I had no idea what it was, but she seemed satisfied and turned her attention back to me. She lowered her hands to the bottom of her shirt and played with it.

There was no fucking way she was about to do what I thought she was going to do. My grip tightened around the neck of my guitar.

"Do it." I growled under my breath as my heart began pounding in my chest.

Her fingers tickled at the spot just below her belly button and she slowly raised her shirt up until the bottom of her bra was out. She hooked one finger under the front like she was going to pull it up.

I swallowed and struggled to keep my mouth from dropping open.

My dick was about to punch a hole through the back of my guitar. It was extremely uncomfortable playing on stage with a guitar against my raging hard dick. I was constantly shifting against it every time I moved and it repositioned my guitar at a slightly different angle. I had to struggle to make sure I was hitting the right notes. It felt like my hands had quadrupled in size and I was snapping at the strings.

I laughed to myself, now I know what being a bass player felt like.

She moved her hand to the top of her jeans and pulled down the front as she rolled her hips towards me. If she moved them down any further, I was going to explode. I had never come on stage in front of a crowd, but I guess there is a first for everything.

Riley stopped and began cracking up.

Her amusement was plastered all over her face and her expression switched back to the innocent girl I was a little more used to. She was laughing and looked a little nervous again like she usually did. She stuck out her tongue at me to break the tension between us. I returned the dopey look, minus the tongue part.

I enjoyed dirty Riley a lot, but I was going crazy over the playful, challenging version of her. This girl was wildly unpredictable in the most beautiful way.

I watched her for the rest of the show. I couldn't stop smiling as she moved to the rhythm that I was playing only for her now. I could watch her dance to the music I created with my hands until my fingers were bled dry.

Even then, it still wouldn't be enough.

As every song ended and a new one began, I only wanted her more.

I made up my mind as she continued to stare directly at me and touched her body knowing I was watching.

I was going to return the little gift she gave me after the band finished the show. Riley had driven me insane tonight and I was going to going to do the same thing in return. She liked to play with me and I wanted to have a little fun now too.

JD couldn't get pissed at me for teasing his sister when she was the one who started it. Could he?

Fuck it. I didn't care.