Random on Tour: Las Vegas by Julia Kent

Author:Julia Kent [Kent, Julia]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2017-08-14T18:30:00+00:00

Trevor

There is a hum that begins in my bones in the days before a big performance. It’s a juicy feeling, the slow build of musical arousal starting with the fevered push of my blood through my veins, like my entire body is turning into one big hard-on as my mind turns into nothing but melody.

It’s divine.

Even Joe’s sour mood couldn’t chase it away, the thunder in the distance, the cleansing storm that races on the winds days ahead, coming for me. It’s the sound of my soul outside of myself, trying to find true north, eager to come home.

I open my mouth on stage and it fills me.

Completes me.

No law textbook, no case study, no mock trial ever made me feel this sure. Even Darla and Joe don’t have this effect. It’s a chaotic good that spirals around me like a double helix of pure joy, grounding me in the singularity of all time, all ecstasy, every drop of what makes us real oozing into me from the outside in.

Call it harmonic osmosis. Label it karmic symphony. Whatever words you use to describe it pale in comparison to how it feels on my skin, against the tip of my tongue, sliding along my vocal cords, stroking my cock as I perform for thousands of people, taking it all in and delivering it right back to the world through my portal.

My mouth.

My voice.

The only one I can hear when I am on stage.

Because it’s the only sound in the world.

“Oh my God, is that a roller coaster right there, next to the street?” Darla’s nose was smashed against the glass of the UberX we were taking to get to the resort.

“Yeah,” Sam said, smiling. “Isn’t it cool?”

“Are we staying there? I totally want to drunkcoaster.”

“Drunkcoaster?” he asked, giving Liam a help me out, bro look. Liam just shrugged.

“You know. Get drunk and ride roller coasters.”

“That’s a thing?”

“It is until somebody pukes and you get banned from Cedar Point. But man, the pictures you get from those overpriced photo booths are priceless.”

“Your idea of fun is really unique, Darla,” Sam noted.

“If by unique you mean sick as fuck, you’re right. Quit bein’ so diplomatic with me, Sam. Just call it like you see it.”

“Fine. I’m never going on a rollercoaster in a seat behind you,” he said with quiet determination.

Darla laughed, her breath fogging the glass in the chilly, air-conditioned interior. “That is rule number one of drunkcoastering: don’t get so drunk you forget to sit ahead of – and never behind – the weakest link in your group.”

“Vegas has more than enough fun, Darla,” Charlotte said. “We don’t need to resort to drunkcoastering.”

“Well, if we get bored some night, we can give it a whirl.” Darla pulled back and squinted out the window. “Like playing roulette,” she said with a breathy laugh.

“Right!”

“I have a foolproof method, you know,” she ventured.

“For what?” I asked, confused.

“Roulette.”

Joe groaned.

Darla nudged him. “Shut up. Just listen. It sounds too good to be true, but –”

“Oh, God,” Joe muttered.

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