Page 47 of Backstage with a Billionaire Rockstar

I growl low in my throat, and when she raises her hand up to grab one large breast that’s when I notice she pulled her bra off as well. The way the light from the bathroom shines on her bare frame is enough to drive me wild with need as if I didn’t have more than enough of that flowing through me already.

She watches me carefully as I take tentative steps closer to her, situating myself between her toned thighs, and her breath hitches when I drop down to glide my tongue over her swollen clit. Her breath hitches, her legs curling around my back on instinct, and her fingers grip the strands of my hair.

My movements are frantic, her hips rocking into me and meeting my tongue with each flick over her sensitive bud. Mia’s breathing increases, and I glance up, the blood in my veins going straight to my cock as I notice she’s rolling her nipple between her fingers with her mouth popped open. I reach up with one hand, curling a thick digit into her entrance, and she gasps at the invasion.

“God, the sounds you make are driving me crazy,” I grind out against her skin while thrusting my finger in and out of her.

Mia only responds with a soft moan, doing her best not to draw attention to what we’re doing inside if someone were to come up to my door. I only wish she could be louder. She tightens her legs around me, pressing them into my neck to make sure I’m not going anywhere, and I hum in agreement.

As long as she’s spread like this for me, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than with my face pressed between her pretty thighs. Her walls clench around my finger, hips moving as she grinds herself against my tongue, and I can tell by her ragged breaths that she’s getting close to the edge.

I place my hands at the back of her thighs, pushing them back and lifting her ass in the air slightly, then devour her like it’s the last meal I’m ever going to have again. She claps a hand over her mouth, muffling the sound of her moan as her release bursts through her and even muffled the sound is like nothing I’ve ever heard before.

It’s something I could listen to all night long.

When she comes down from the high, her legs sag from my back and land on the mattress on either side of me. She’s breathing heavily, a soft whimper slipping from between her lips as I pull my finger out of her entrance slowly, then I lift from between her thighs and head into the bathroom.

Mia’s curled onto her side when I get back into the bedroom with a warm cloth, and she jumps when I wipe it against her to clean up the mess we made. For a moment, I pull her against my side and run my fingers gently through her hair with a small smile on my face.

If only she could stay in bed with me.

As if sensing where my head is, Mia lifts from her place at my side and sighs heavily before sitting at the edge of the bed in search of her clothes. If I hadn’t told Carmen she was going to be stationed outside my door, there is no doubt that she’d be wrapped safely in my arms tonight. I lift up, watching her with emotions in my gaze, and she glances at me with a smile tilting at the corners of her mouth.

“What?”

I reach forward, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, then drag my knuckles down her cheek and shake my head. “Nothing, you’re just beautiful.”

Her cheeks heat at the compliment, and then she pushes from the bed and grabs the panties she tossed across the room. Once she’s got her clothes back on, making sure they aren’t wrinkled, she pulls her hair into a tight ponytail. I lift a finger, crooking it for her to come over to me, and she does without complaint.

She stops in front of me, blinking, and I reach out to pull her closer. I press my face into the curve of her neck, inhaling, then look up and press my lips softly against hers. “Go ahead, get out of here before Carmen suspects something.”

Mia pushes away from me, her eyes darting to the empty side of the bed, and there’s a flash of disappointment in her eyes before she walks to my door. Once she disappears outside, I quickly try to come up with a way that she and I can spend some one-on-one time together without the others around.

Now that we’ve postponed the rest of the tour, we might want to go on a private getaway.

The idea takes root, growing more appealing by the second. I reach for my phone, hesitating only briefly before dialing Kenzie's number.

"Evan? Is everything okay?" Her voice is tinged with worry.

"Everything's fine," I assure her quickly. "I have an idea, but I need your help. How would you and Liam like to surprise Mia with a trip?"

As I outline my plan, I can hear the smile in Kenzie's voice. This could be exactly what we all need - a chance to be together, away from the chaos. But even as I make arrangements, a part of me wonders if I'm being reckless. The stalker is still out there, after all.

But the thought of seeing Mia's face when she sees Liam... it's worth the risk.

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Carmen wasn’t sure this was a good idea when I came up to her about it, but I assured her it was one of the safest options I had — especially when I’ve put my bandmates in danger as well. I’m not counting on the stalker following me, or should I say us — Kenzie and Liam waiting on our private jet as a surprise for Mia — but I’ve got the necessary measures in place to ensure our safety.

My phone rings in my pocket, and I roll my eyes at the idea of Carmen already trying to get ahold of me. However, the name that pops up has my eyebrows jumping high. I slide my finger across the screen, then clear my throat.

“Mom, it’s good to hear from you.”

“Evan, gosh,” she says breathlessly. “I saw everything online and needed to check on you. Are you okay?”

I blink. “Uh, yeah?”

“That thing could’ve killed you, honey!” My mother’s voice becomes muffled, likely from her letting my dad know she’s got a hold of me. “You’re okay, though?”

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