Kiltless In Carolina by Ashantay Peters

Author:Ashantay Peters [Peters, Ashantay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotic Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 2016-08-25T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

The natural amphitheater was packed. Now that the sun’s position had dropped closer to the horizon, the day’s hot temperatures waned. Evening breezes helped dispatch the remaining heat.

Isla sat in the audience to the side of the stage instead of meeting Graeme in the wings. She didn’t want to give the impression of being a groupie, though she’d have gotten great photographs backstage. A few too many musicians milled there for her comfort. Plus, she didn’t want to be ambushed by Scottie the Ginger-Haired Bastard.

Graeme had said tonight’s performers would be contemporary groups using traditional instruments in new approaches. The band he sat in with was first up. She saw the changing of the guard with glammed up girls moving in and older folks, her parents and gran included, packing up their camping chairs and coolers.

A light breeze played with her hair. The chances of seeing Scott here were low, as he’d always sneered at the non-traditional Scottish music. Graeme had told her more about the band he’d sit in with on their way back to the grounds. Now she wondered if perhaps Scott didn’t have the musical chops to carry off the sound. Loyal, she’d never questioned his opinions about music and hid her penchant for the fusion sounds.

She checked her camera, wondering if she’d remembered to grab her charged battery from the camper. Riffling through her bag, she saw everything she needed and relaxed. Her nape tingled in warning. Keeping her head down, she scanned the area from under her lashes. A young man stood close by. His stare made her uneasy. He turned away in a quick, almost furtive motion. Her arm hair stood on end.

Isla watched him slink away, wondering if she’d imagined the greedy look flashing across his face. Craning her neck, she searched for him, but he’d disappeared.

Then the emcee bounced on stage and gave The New Balfour Boogie Boys a flourishing introduction. Young girls standing before the stage squealed. And when the band came onstage, she saw the reason.

The band was mouth-wateringly handsome. Every single kilt-wearing one of them had strong bodies, boyish grins and knew how to swagger. Including Graeme, who’d entered last.

Last but never least.

Her pussy muscles clenched. When they’d left the hotel, his performance clothes were concealed in a carry tote. Good thing or he’d be performing in a more intimate venue—with her the sole audience. He wore a blue, green and black MacKay tartan kilt topped by a long sleeved white shirt with lacing at the throat and a small collar. A wide black belt with a pewter buckle encircled his slim waist. His white horsehair piper sporran sported two tassels of black hair. Once again the tall buckled black boots encased his calves.

But his lusciousness didn’t stop there. The dark wavy hair she’d run her hands through earlier in the day flowed onto his shoulders. Floodlights accentuated his high cheekbones, full lips and lean face. Given the way the girls surged toward the stage like lemmings off a cliff, she wasn’t alone in creaming her jeans.

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