Free Hussy by Selena Kitt Page B

It hadn’t occurred to her that he was going to play—or sing. He strapped the guitar on, giving her a wink as the band started playing behind him. He’d clearly planned this, and she smiled, tipping her beer at him before taking a long swig.
    It was after the first stanza of the song, well into the verse, that Lindsey realized he was singing to her— about her. She looked up at him with wide eyes for a moment, blinking fast. She recognized the song well enough—it was the Fabulous Thunderbirds.
    “ You’re hot, too hot, too hot to handle…”
    She grinned up at him then, shaking her head, and he winked again, his eyes meeting hers over the microphone. His fingers were long and deft, working the guitar strings effortlessly, and Lindsey watched, a slow burn heating her belly. She’d been attracted to him from the moment she met him, but seeing him up on stage, hearing the low, rough edge to his voice, she wanted nothing more than to find somewhere to get naked with him—fast.
    The music was too hot not to move, and she danced near the front of the stage, her eyes on his. He watched her grind her hips around and around, her arms above her head, her belly undulating with the beat. When the song was over, he thanked the band, and hopped off the stage to join her. She opened her mouth to say something when the waitress sidled in between them, smiling up at Zach.
    “ You were hot, honey!” The woman’s nails were as long as claws and she trailed one of them down the front of Zach’s shirt like an orange streak, hooking her finger in his belt and tugging slightly. “You can play for me anytime!”
    “ You itchin’ to leave here on a stretcher?” Lindsey stepped in next to Zach, snatching the woman’s hand away from his belt buckle.
    “ Go away, little girl.” The woman rolled her eyes, waving Lindsey away and turning back to Zach.
    He opened his mouth to say something, but Lindsey stepped in, grabbing the woman’s white, low-cut blouse in her fist. “I’ll kick your ass so hard you’ll have to rent stilts to wipe yourself.”
    The woman’s eyes showed fear for a moment and she shook loose, taking a step back and glaring at her. “Are you even legal?”
    Zach turned back to grab his guitar case off the stage . “Come on, baby.” He steered Lindsey past the waitress by the elbow. She stopped to grab her beer on the way as he guided her through the crowd. When they got into the parking lot, she glanced up at him and saw he was tight-lipped.
    “ What did I do?” She frowned as he put the guitar case in the trunk and opened her door for her. “I wasn’t the one being Ms. Uber-Slut… for once!”
    He sighed, his face softening. “Just get in.”
    She did, pouting, putting her beer in the beverage holder and obediently pulling her seatbelt on. Glancing over at him as he started the car, she sighed. “I’m sorry.”
    He shook his head and gave her a small smile. “Never mind. Let’s go get a burger or something.”
    Heartened, she turned towards him, her knee knocking the beer in the holder. It tilted onto the floor and she gasped. “Oh shit!” Her skirt was soaked, and she grabbed the foaming bottle, putting it back into the holder and sopping the floor up the best she could with the material. “I’m sorry!”
    “ Two sorries in one night.” Zach laughed. “Is that a record for you?”
    She stuck her tongue out at him, hurt, and held up her skirt. “Damn. I can’t go home in this. Even if it dries, it smells like a distillery.”
    “ Maybe it’s a sign.” He smiled as he put the car in gear and she smiled back when he reached over and squeezed her hand.
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    “I think you should throw these in.” Lindsey snapped the elastic on her white satin shorts with a grin, watching Zach throw her skirt into his stacked apartment washing machine.
    “ Did you get those, too?” He glanced over at her as she slid up onto the bathroom sink, pulling her knee up and resting her chin there.
    “ Sort