Page 31 of Falls From Grace
“Okay,” Brynn shrugged. “Turn me on, my little rock stars,” she smiled confidently.
Savannah swallowed. The bravado of her was both enthralling and a little annoying. Here was Savannah, silently writhing in discomfort and Brynn was blithely daring her like there was no way she’d even blink if Savannah turned up the sex. Well, fine.
Noah counted them in. Savannah fixed her eyes on Brynn, gripped hard to her electric guitar, and began to sing.
Don’t look at me with eyes like that,
Don’t rip off my disguise just yet,
You have no right to make me so….
Wait..ing for something I’ll never get
Brynn was watching back, her hands shoved deep in her pockets. The line that teased the word wet made her rock back on her heels before she righted herself, her gaze wavering just slightly.
You say that we’re friends but when our fingers brush,
I can see us as lovers, oh I could make you blush
Slowly, Brynn sat down on the sofa, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees and her hands laced in front of her. Her gaze met Savannah’s again, a little less confident now.
You don’t want my money and that’s alright honey
But I’d give you all I’ve got to get you in my bed
Color suffused Brynn’s cheeks. She coughed, covering her mouth, before she looked up and met her eyes once more. Savannah let the guitar bounce against her pelvis again as she sang the bridge and Brynn seemed transfixed by the movement, her gaze traveling up her body so clearly, Savannah felt it like a touch. She didn’t drop her stare, belting out the rest of the hungry, teasing, borderline filthy lyrics with heat.
The final crescendo hit and she let her head fall back as she smashed out the last notes with vigor. As the sound faded, so did her bravado. She was playing with fire and she knew it. Where Coral’s advice fell flat was letting your crush hear your goddamn horny songs about her. She knew she was flushed and sweating and now she had to meet Brynn’s eye. She lifted her head with trepidation.
Brynn wasn’t looking at her. She was grinning at her husband.
“That was sexy as hell,” she enthused to him. “Well done, team. It’s a killer song. Can’t wait to hear the finished product.” Her smiling gaze skipped over to Savannah who was almost quaking with tension, still breathing hard from the song. “I better get back up there in case Tucker wakes,” was all she said, her voice light and her eyes perfectly calm. “Catch you later?”
“Oh? Uh, y-yeah,” Savannah stuttered. It was humiliating. The lyrics should have been wildly obvious to anyone who was paying any attention at all. But Brynn, it appeared, was entirely oblivious. The gaze Savannah had felt? Just a thoughtful, friendly eye. All the heat was coming from one direction and one direction only: Savannah. It should have been a relief, so why did she feel so damn crushed?
Chapter Eleven
Brynn walked upstairs on shaky legs. When she finally made the privacy of a closed door, she leaned back against it and took a long wavering breath. What the hell had just happened? She tried to break it down and make sense of it.
Savannah and Noah had written a song. A sexy goddamn song. Noah had invited her to listen to it, then Savannah had looked her dead in the eye and spent three minutes turning Brynn on so intensely she had practically melted into the floor. She’d lost all sense of restraint and let her hungry eyes roam, watching Savannah’s hips slam into her guitar, the slide of her pretty fingers as she played, the gasp of her breath between notes and the blaze of her eyes as Savannah let herself want.
Brynn had finally come to her senses as the song came to an end - way, way too late - and jerked her gaze away, forcing herself to grin at Noah like all was well. Then she’d stammered something and fled, her panties not so much dropped as ruined, her face pink.
That was the last time she would ever set foot in the band room. There could be no more watching Savannah sing. Savannah was one hell of a performer, that was clear, and - fair enough - she liked an audience. But why did it have to be Brynn she looked at when she sang words like that? Brynn just wasn’t built to withstand it. It was bad enough that she already had a debilitating crush on the woman without now adding knowledge of her as a sexual being to the litany of things she lay awake at night over.
Because on top of the images, those lyrics were going to torment her. The line about someone who didn’t want her money had given her serious palpitations. Could it…? No. Brynn would not let herself go there, because that way lay madness. Just like Noah did, Savannah would pick up tiny sparks of inspiration everywhere. A snippet of conversation with a friend was fair game.
Brynn had bigger problems right now, like whether she had literally drooled on herself during the performance and whether Savannah had noticed. She was seriously failing at this wife business if so.
She was beyond thrilled when Tucker woke up and she could throw herself back into kid world.
“Hey, buddy!” She ducked into his bedroom and raised the blind. His cries stopped immediately when he saw her and he all but leapt into her waiting arms. “Did you have a good nap?” she asked him as he smushed his face into her shoulder. “Are you ready to have some fun?”
“Fun!” he enthused, still clinging to her. So far, caring for Tucker had been incredibly fun. He seemed to love her company as much as she loved his, bouncing joyfully from one activity to the other. They played play dough and dinosaurs, built immense block towers and pretended to be dragons that could fly and breathe fire. They read hundreds of books, Tucker laughing when she did silly voices. They went for walks, sang songs, collected leaves and stones and twigs and made wild messes with paint. Honestly, this had been her funnest job ever. It was hard to think of it even as a job, since being around Tucker were some of the happiest moments in her day.
On what had been Brynn’s second day with him, Savannah had returned from writing, and after pressing her face into her son’s hair and listening to his excited babble, she’d turned to Brynn with a note of caution in her voice.
“You didn’t call me,” she said with a slight frown, tucking a wisp of blonde hair back.
