Down the Shore by Torrest T

Author:Torrest, T. [Torrest, T.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Romance, Contemporary
Publisher: T. Torrest
Published: 2015-04-20T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 26

Friday, June 30, 1995

8:30ish PM

The Circus Maximus at Caesar’s

Atlantic City

Jack looks so freaking hot right now.

That sweet little ass poured into a pair of black leather pants?

ME-OW.

I’ve got an up-close-and-personal view from my post at the side of the stage. Jimmy’s girlfriend Collette and I were thrown together earlier, and now we’re both hiding behind a curtain, peeking over a speaker at our respective rock gods. Jack went with a Robert Plant look tonight; along with the leather pants, he’s wearing an unbuttoned, short-sleeved shirt to show off those gorgeous abs of his. And holy hell. It’s almost a shame when they’re blocked by his guitar.

There are thousands of fans out there in the audience, and even though they all came here tonight to see Stevie, they sure as hell seem to be digging his opening act. It’s a different vibe here at the arena than it is at the bars. Louder, for sure. But it’s way more real. Thunderjug isn’t just some bar band right now; they are a powerhouse. And they are owning this stage.

I’ve listened to their CD enough times to know that Jack sings lead on most of their originals, but actually watching him belt those same songs out in person is a different animal altogether.

And Jack is on the prowl.

The confidence. The strut. The sex. It’s just dripping from him, sweaty and scorching like a hot, wet, summer rain.

He puts down his axe and grabs the mic from the stand, stalking across the stage in a lethal slither, drawing every female eye to his mesmerizing form. Inviting every single one of them to put a new lipstick-stain on that huge dick of his, taunting and teasing from behind those leather pants as he arches his back, screaming the final lyrics of “Momentary Madness” into the mic.

He’s haunting. He’s ravenous. He’s overwhelming.

Thunderjug slides into a kickass version of “Vampire” as Jack moves to the front of the stage. I wouldn’t have thought it was possible to love my song any more than I already did, but hearing the perfected version is positively mind-blowing. The thrash of Freddie’s guitar, the pounding of Jimmy’s drums, the agony of Booey’s bass, the heartbreak of Jack’s voice.

I almost forget how to breathe.

It’s time to let the common people worship at the feet of Rock God, so Jack shakes his wet head over his screaming disciples, blessing them with holy water. They’re just eating it up, and he is loving every minute of it. He shoots me a quick wink before sprawling out on his back, his head and torso dipped over the edge of the stage.

Lain out. Offering himself. A sacrifice on the altar.

Every fan in the front row pays tribute as they reach out to touch him, running their hands down his bare chest, trying to absorb his presence through their fingertips.

He is bigger than Elvis and The Beatles and the fucking New Kids on the Block right now. He is dripping, raw, animalistic sin. He exudes arrogance; he oozes swagger.

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