Page 10 of Don't Fall For A Rockstar

It was the most amazing night I’d had with a man in, well, ever.

Not just the sex, but after. Which was fucked up. I didn’t do ‘after.’

And yet, with Tommy, I did.

It wasn’t just the sex that was great; it was him.

“Tell me about Nate Filier,” he urged as I lay on top of him. “Soon-to-be world-famous rockstar.”

I bit my lower lip, trying not to smile. Trying not to let myself be charmed by this man.

Too late.

“Not much to tell. I was born and raised here in NOLA. Both my parents and my two sisters still live here. I started out singing in the church choir and then, after high school, started playing gigs on my own, busking night and day. Until I met my bandmates at a bar on Bourbon Street three years ago. They were already in a band, but their lead singer up and left. I was there the night the guy walked off the stage. I offered to fill in. The guy never came back, and here we are.”

“You guys have a great sound. Rock ‘n’ roll meets country. Good things are coming for you.”

“I hope so. We just landed a record deal,” I admitted.

“No shit? Congrats!” he hugged me tighter. “I knew it! You guys are going all the way.”

Tommy was the first person, outside of our band, Van, and the boys from Wayward, that I had confided in.

“It hardly seems real.”

Much like this night. With Tommy.

As crazy as it sounded, I wanted to stay here in his arms and that was all kinds of fucked up. I was on the road and so was he, but in different directions. Maybe our paths would cross again. More than likely since we signed with the same label as Wayward Lane. But so what? This was nothing more than what it was. Incredible sex. Chemistry.

Okay, so I was at ease with him when normally I’d be itching for the door.

Where were all these feelings coming from? I had no idea since I’d never needed anything more from a lover than a release. Was it just me? Or was he feeling this too? Or maybe it was all in my imagination.

Sometimes, I swear this city has magic, and it casts a spell on people every time there’s a full moon.

I didn’t want the night to end. And I wasn’t sure I was gonna like leaving tomorrow morning either.

Instead of wishing for things I couldn’t have, I kissed Tommy.

And fuck me, there was magic in that, too.

Morning came far too soon. I woke up to a buzzing phone and an empty bed.

Memories of last night flashed through my mind. Of a sexy roadie who’d fucked me so damned good.

Where was…

I looked around and Tommy was standing in front of the window, dressed in black jeans and a T-shirt, staring out at the city below us.

When I sat up, he turned his head and the look that passed between us was just as electric as it was last night. My heart began to pound hard and no, I was not hung over. I’d only had one shot.

Fuck.

“I gotta get to the venue,” he said, and motioned to the bathroom. “Feel free to use the shower and anything else you need.”

“Will Brodie and the guys be there?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

“They might stop by before they head back to their tour bus.”

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