Page 41 of Don't Fall For A Rockstar

“Don’t be modest, baby,” I insisted. “Your voice is incredible, and your band is top tier. You deserve all the attention.”

And they weren’t the only fans. One of the bouncers recognized Nate, too, and ushered us inside.

The dance hall was as rustic inside as it was out, with barnboard walls and a bar that lined one entire wall. Most people were dressed casually, like us, in jeans and cowboy boots. There was a band onstage, getting the crowd pumped up with a fast-paced set. I loved going to clubs, but nothing could replace live music. Not just a DJ, but a band.

The place was already packed, almost every barstool taken. And the dance floor was just as busy. I glanced around and spotted one empty table in the far corner of the room.

As we made our way over, Nate’s phone rang.

“It’s Brodie,” Nate announced, then tapped his phone. “Hey, Dee, what’s up?”

We snagged the table and sat down.

“Me and the guys just finished working at the studio and we’re gonna hit a club,” Brodie replied. “You wanna meet up?”

Nate glanced at me, and I nodded. Nate only had a week here, so he might as well enjoy time with his friends while he could.

“Tommy and I are at Foster’s Way. Come join us.”

“That’d be cool.”

Then there was a pause on the other end of the line. Brodie had to have figured it out by now.

“You sure we’re not interrupting anything?” Brodie asked.

I shook my head.

“Nope,” Nate replied. “Let me contact Otis, Heath, and Xander too.”

“I’ll text Ace,” I mouthed.

I sent a message to Ace, while Nate said goodbye to Brodie and then texted his bandmates.

“Are you sure you’re okay with everyone joining us?”

I put my phone back in my pocket and silenced my boyfriend’s concerns with a kiss. When I finally leaned back, Nate’s smile was all I could see.

“You sure know how to make a point.”

“Just putting your worries to rest. It’s one night,” I pointed between us. “You and me, this is long term. We have many, many more nights to share.”

Nate pulled at his T-shirt, his face flushed. “Fuck, I’m so turned on right now.”

“We have time before our friends arrive,” I suggested.

Nate grabbed hold of my belt buckle and tugged, pulling me off the stool. Laughing, we moved through the crowd, down the hallway to the bathroom, stopping once, twice, to make out and grind up against each other.

“This is déjà vu, cher. Just like your hotel,” Nate moaned, and gently bit my lower lip. “Do you want me to suck you off, right here, right now?”

“Bathroom,” I managed to reply. “No one else gets to see what’s mine.”

Somehow, someway, we managed to stumble into the bathroom, and with an empty stall in sight, wasted no more time.

Nate’s wicked tongue licked that sweet spot under my ear, the spot that drove me wild, and my hands began to shake. He was just as far gone as I was, wrestling my belt buckle open and unzipping my jeans with unsteady hands. I never knew I could want with this kind of intensity. Like, if I didn’t touch him right fucking now, I would go out of my goddamn mind.

I delved my hands inside his pants. No lacy jockstrap this time. No jock at all.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, spitting in my hand and wrapping it around his heavy cock. Nate shuddered and leaned back against the door, his eyes never leaving mine.

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