Page 25 of Noah
“What are we–” she started.
But then we were through the door and into the crowd. Rivers and the boys were still playing, thank God, and I made a quick mental note to apologize to them later for having run out on them. I should have felt guilty. Hell, I should feel guilty right now for being in the same room and still not going back on stage to do my job.
I didn’t. I had way more important things on my mind.
I hustled along the back wall, pushing people out of my way as I went and dragging Molly behind me. I’d seen a staircase over here. I was sure of it. And if I hadn’t, I’d find another one. There had to be a way to get onto the floors upstairs, and I was a man on a mission. It turned out I’d been right and there was a door neatly labeled ‘Staircase’ in the corner of the room. I opened it, shot one glance over to see Rivers’ eyes on me–I’d have to answer for this later–and then shoved Molly through, following her before anyone else could spot me.
Yes, people may have seen us go through this door together. But they’d have to catch us if they wanted to ask any questions, and I had no intention of getting caught.
I wanted Molly pinned between me and a wall with nothing between us, and I wasn’t going to let anyone else get involved. No band. No guy with blond curls. No press with their sneaky cameras and questions. Just me and my girl, the way it had always been.
I mean, different than it had ever been before. But you know what I’m saying.
We got to the stairs and pounded up them, and now I wasn’t having to pull her along anymore. She was moving just as quickly as me, like she’d somehow read my mind and knew what I was thinking. We got to the next landing and stopped at the door, our chests heaving and our eyes on each other. There was another floor up there, if the continued stairs were any sign, and I wondered if one floor was enough or whether we should try another one.
“Next floor?” she asked breathlessly.
“Right. Better chance of no one hearing us,” I replied.
We turned as one and shot up the stairs, finding the next landing dark and deserted. I tried the handle of the door, and it was unlocked. And it led into an equally dark and deserted hallway.
Perfect.
I pushed her through the door, following closely enough to be able to feel her against my chest, and when she turned to me, her face barely visible in the glow of the street lights outside, I pressed her back against the door.
“Now, Molly Rush, you’re mine,” I whispered.
Her breath caught at that, but I didn’t take the time to ask her if she was okay. I was too busy diving into her. I claimed her mouth for my own and this time I was too desperate to be gentle. This was hot and fierce and full of teeth, and she answered me with her own fire. God, she was hot. Amazing. I’d never realizedhow passionate she was, but now she was tearing at my back with her nails, trying to bring me closer to her.
I wasn’t going to argue. I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anything else, and though part of it was the pure lust of the moment, it was bigger than that. This was Molly under my hands, and she’d always been everything to me. She was perfect. Safe. Amazing. Familiar. The safest space in the world for me. I would never trust anyone else as much as I trusted her.
I groaned and rocked against her, my cock hard as steel and my balls aching. To my surprise, she spread her legs and wrapped one around me, opening herself up like she knew exactly what she was doing.
“Fuck, Molly,” I gasped. My jeans and her shorts were the only thing separating us and if I thought I could get away with it, I’d be stripping her down already.
But no. This was Molly. This wasn’t a girl you fucked in a dark hallway. I wanted to take her to my bedroom and lay her out in front of me. Cover her with my body and make love to her in a way I’d never even imagined before.
Still.
I dropped one hand to the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up, just enough to expose the softness of her belly. When my fingertips brushed against her skin she made a strangled sound and pushed off the wall. And God, if I’d thought I was hot before, I hadn’t known anything. I moaned into her neck, unsure how much longer I’d be able to control myself. Everything felt too good. My skin was glowing with need, like I was some sort of electric filament, and my cock was throbbing so hard it was about to send me to my knees.
I thought I knew what need was, but I hadn’t had a fucking clue. Right now, I felt like I’d die if I didn’t have more of Molly.
Suddenly, the lights came on above us and I heard voices at the end of the hall. My mind froze, then started running in fastforward. Shit. We couldn’t be seen. This girl was my best friend and one of our roadies. No, wait. She wasn’t, she worked for a magazine, now. She was a career girl. And I was the rock star trying to rehabilitate his image so we could get a new record contract.
I wasn’t supposed to be making out with girls in dark hallways. Especially when those girls had once worked for me.
Shit, shit, shit.
I glanced to my right, saw a door labeled ‘Supplies,’ and moved without thinking, opening the door and shoving Molly in, then following her. I shut the door as quietly as I could and glanced around, trying to figure out how we were going to get out of this. At least there was plenty of room in here. A rack of cleaning supplies lined one wall and another held stacks of paper towels, but aside from that, the place was pretty empty.
I turned to Molly, expecting to see relief and maybe even laughter on her face. But she looked... furious. Angrier than I’d ever seen her.
What?
“What?” I whispered, surprised. “Why do you look like you’re about to murder me?”
She shoved at me. “What, yourself! What the fuck was that? The minute the lights come on, you shove me in a closet? What, you don’t want to have to look at me? Or maybe you just don’t want anyone else to see me with you! Is that it? Kissing me might be too hard on your reputation? Because that’s fucking rich, Noah, with the reputation you’ve already got!”
