Page 23 of Stuck With My Rockstar Boss
I felt like an idiot walking away from her.
“We have a special addition to our set after our show in Nashville last night and–”
The crowd doesn’t even let me finish. They already know what to expect. And they want it so fucking bad.
“Guess it needs no introduction,” I say with a glimmering smile. I look over to Mika who is tentatively coming downstage to meet me. It’s hard to believe she can be so demure when just last night she was wildly riding me in a hotel room. I love her duality. It’s what makes her so… intriguing. “Ready?” I ask her away from the mic.
Her shyness immediately fades away and her eyes narrow. “Let’s do this.”
Somehow, it’s even better than the performance in Nashville. Just as electric, but this time freer. We play off each other better. Mika is looser. At one point, I drop off the harmony completely because she’s just so powerful. I give the audience a look and gesture to her as if to say, “Are you seeing what I’m seeing?”
They are. And they love her.
When the song rumbles to its close and we’re singing together, our eyes lock and I feel my cock twitch in my tight leather pants. Mika’s got a power over me I don’t know how to explain. She’s got me in the palm of her hand and she knows it. At the end of the song, she prowls up to me and tilts her head back. Her lips bathed in red would be so easy to kiss right now. Resist… resist…
“Give it up for Mika Robertson!” Thank God I have an opportunity to break away. If she’s so set on having last night be a one-time thing, she can’t act like a minx around me. It’ll drive me crazy.
We finish the rest of the show, do our encore, and then stroll offstage with our normal hubbub. Since I went out last night, the guys are cooler with me. They aren’t even mad I disappeared. I don’t even know if they remember I disappeared. Regardless, we stand in a circle and bathe in the glory.
“Gotta say, Ken was right,” Dylan says, ticking his neck to the side to get his hair out of his eyes. “’Vicky’ is a perfect addition to the set.”
“Yeah, Mika fucking rocks, dude,” Jay adds.
“Don’t,” Chase says, pinching him on the arm.
“What?!”
“Off-limits, bro,” Chase replies, waggling his eyebrows.
My gut twists. I know she’s contractually off-limits, but deep inside, I feel like she’s off-limits because she’s mine. Not my girl, but my friend. My chaperone. No one else can monopolize her time. At least, I don’t want anyone else to.
They start to chatter about going out tonight and slink off toward their dressing rooms. I linger behind them, letting them get further and further away. I need to talk to Mika, but I’m not sure where she went off to. I want to tell her about how I feel. How much I want her and–
Before I can, I feel someone tug on the belt loop of my pants harshly. I get pulled into a dark closet and I have so many questions until I feel a pair of lips on mine and hands running down my slick chest. Mika.
She latches onto me, hands in my hair. It’s so easy to give into her. I indulge her kisses, wrap my hands around her ass and press my pelvis to hers. I imagine her wetness. I think about being inside her and think I could faint.
“It’s not fair,” she says before kissing my neck.
“What isn’t?” I say, although it comes out stilted.
Mika nibbles the soft skin of my neck. I cup her head and let out a soft whimper. Her hands slide down my chest to the waistband of my pants; she tucks her fingers inside against the v of my abs. “It’s not fair you’re so fucking hot,” she finally answers, lifting her head up.
Her lipstick is smeared across her cheeks and chin. I’m sure a lot of it has transferred onto my face and neck as well. I should be worried, but I’m not. “Sorry,” I say, grinning.
Mika licks her lips and undoes the button on my pants. “Want you in my mouth.”
My eyebrows jump.
She runs her tongue along my collarbone and then bites my shoulder. I flinch. “Want to taste you.”
I nod heavily and start to shift my pants down my hips, but she’s in total control. She drops to her knees and jerks my pants down past my ass. My cock lolls out, angry and hard. Mika eyes it and smiles. “We meet again.”
“You sound like a Bond villain,” I say through a rusty laugh.
She laughs, “Come on, Lucas!”
“Not a bad thing! It’s kinda sexy.”
