Page 12 of Backstage with a Billionaire Rockstar

I’m pulling Summer onto a crowded dance floor and watching her hips sway against me while she holds a pink drink in one of her free hands. There’s a fire swimming inside of me at her close proximity, so much so that I trail my fingers down her exposed thighs and push them beneath the tight fabric of her dress.

She hums in agreement, pushing her ass against me and essentially forcing my hand further up her dress until my hand is splayed over her lace panties. I can feel the heat from her pussy, along with the arousal desperate to escape, and I groan into her ear.

“God, you feel so good, darlin’.”

Her body shivers, just like it has every time I say the nickname, and I place a kiss against her earlobe before pushing away from her and start pulling us toward the edge of the crowd. I need to get her into my bed, listen to her scream my name as I make her come all over my cock.

In response, my cock hardens even further in my pants, and I have to adjust myself discreetly as we come to a stop at the bar.

“Whatcha gonna do?” She asks, mischief evident in her gaze.

“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough, darlin’, and I’m positive you’ll be begging for me to do it over and over again.”

I fling myself up right in my bed, sweat beading my forehead and my cock straining behind my thin boxers.

Darlin’

There’s no way… it can’t be her. It’s only my imagination, nothing more.

5

Evan

Me and the guys are getting prepared to get on stage, after Mia spent ten minutes searching high and low inside my dressing room, and I’m more nervous than usual. The dream I had about Mia is still replaying in my head and I can’t seem to shake it.

A knock on my dressing room door has me turning and I find Brent leaning into the doorway with a frown on his face. “You alright, man? You’re seeming off today.”

The last thing he needs to know is that I’m dreaming about the woman who’s supposed to be watching my back, he’d only tell me I need to get my head out of my ass and realize she’s completely off-limits.

I nod, running a hand through my blonde hair, and give him a small smile. “I’m good, just thinking about everything that happened the other night.”

Since we’ve been on the road, trying to get to our next destination for the tour, it’s been a couple of nights since the incident that happened in my dressing room. Mia has been an emotionless statue since then, keeping her eyes peeled for anything suspicious, and I hate how much the sight of determination makes my heart rate speed up.

“Well, I’m sure Mia’s got it all under control. You just get out on the stage and rock your heart out like you do any other night.”

“You’re right,” I say while rising from my chair. “They ready for us?”

“Jessie is finishing her last song now, and then we’ll get into position for our entrance.”

Carmen made the right call when she asked Jessie to open for our tour, something Mack never bothered doing because he didn’t want the attention taken off the band. Jessie is super talented, well on her way to becoming a pop star, and her music doesn’t clash with ours in the slightest. It’s the perfect way to get her music out into the world, while still keeping us front and center for our fans.

“Cool, cool,” I say breathlessly. “Have you seen Mia?”

I half-expected her to be waiting outside my door the entire time, making sure no one got within ten feet of me, but looking around Brent’s frame I can tell she’s not.

He nudges his head in the direction of the stage and smirks. “She’s currently arguing with Rory at the front of the stage, demanding that they allow her to stand out there with them so she can keep an eye on everything better.”

I’m not sure how that would be a better position for her, but I’ve learned in the short she’s been assigned to me that it’s better not to argue about it.

Jace rushes down the hall, coming to a stop breathlessly in front of us, and hooks a thumb over his shoulder. “You might want to get Mia before she kicks Rory’s ass.”

Rory is the Head of Security that we have at each show – as long as we pay for his flight, he meets us at each location and keeps a good eye on things in the front row. There’s been too many incidents where girls from the front would try to jump up on stage, especially when we first started out, and Rory was the first one to offer his services throughout the entirety of our future tours.

Of course, we’ve got other security that looks after the crowd, but Rory is our guy.

“Shit,” I mutter before quickly taking off for the pit.

Sure enough, when I get to the opening that leads from backstage to the ground, Mia’s standing in front of Rory with her nostrils flaring and hands propped on her hips. Her face is red with anger, eyes narrowed in thin slits, and she’s giving him a death glare that makes me want to cower back – and she’s not even aiming it at me.

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