Page 94 of Sky Full of Stars

God I’ve missed him. I drop my bag by the closet and hurry through a shower to wash off the travel. A quick glance at the clock tells me I have a half hour before we need to be there, I’m not sure how long it will take to pick up the others so I hustle out of the room. The driver tells me he has all the backstage passes and will make sure we get where we need to be.

I text Adam to let him know we arrived and are on the way to the stadium. He hasn’t replied by the time I pick up the rest of the excited group who are coming along with us.

I drop mom a quick text to let her know I’ve arrived safe, then to the group text chat with Brooke and Megan, after I took a group selfie in the back of the car and sent it.

We arrive at the venue and the driver holds open the door. It isn’t that warm out so I pull Adam’s hoody tighter against me. I wasn’t sure of dress etiquette for something like this so chose casual, as I would for a normal concert with jeans, sneakers and his hoody over a BreakNeck t-shirt. We slip the backstage passes around our necks following a guy through some long hallways and many doors. Activity is growing louder and more frantic the further we go. The roar of the crowd is swelling too. The air around us is electric. Elle and Kevin are practically giddy, holding hands like excited kids. I still haven’t spotted anyone I recognise but that is to be expected. I’ve only met the band members and Adam introduced me to Stone, his bodyguard while I was in LA.

Our guide is called away and tells us to help ourselves to food and drink. People are milling around, some look like part of the crew, others like we do, kind of lost, and it is clear who the groupies are. Scantily clad women are hanging around everywhere, all with the backstage lanyards around their necks. I wonder who let them in and if it is normal.

We head to the food table and the others pick at the selections while I help myself to a bottle of water. My phone vibrates in my back pocket, I answer with a smile. Although it is pretty hard to hear, considering the support act is well into their set on the stage.

“Hey, Slugger. Where are you?” he asks.

I glance around, unsure how to describe where we are. “Hi, by the food and drink table?” it came out a question.

“Cool, be there in five.”

Then he is gone. I open and drink some water and look around. Off in the corner I see Erica talking to another tall willowy looking woman. I try not to stare but I don’t manage to look away before Erica glances up. She’s dressed in a shimmery black dress that barely skims her ass, high nude heels make her at least four inches taller. I’d like to say I tried to smile at her but that didn’t happen, it was more a blank stare, and her look wasn’t exactly friendly either. I’m not underdressed, she must be going out afterwards. I don’t feel frumpy at all. Nope. I turned to Elle and Kevin instead and smile, listening to them as their excitement takes over from the weird vibe I feel after catching Erica’s eye. Elle knows my connection to the band but Kevin was surprised, though he said he understood why I’d been reluctant to get involved with him, which did make me feel bad, but he wasn’t an asshole about it.

It's clear when the band arrives. The volume level grows, the snap of cameras fill the air and Jordan’s booming voice shouts “We have arrived!”

I whirl around, not expecting Jordan to be here and watch as he grabs two women, who seem extremely happy to be manhandled, and kisses one of them. My nose wrinkles up. It is one thing hearing about his antics, it’s another seeing him in action. I spot Archer walking in with a bottle of water, talking to a tall thin guy who has headphones around his neck. Nick follows, looking completely uninterested in talking to anyone.

He looks a lot more affected about his stolen guitar than Adam said. He doesn’t look himself at all, and all the animosity I felt about him after what he did to Elsa, melts away.

“Are you checking out my band mates?”

His arms come around me from behind and I’m pulled hard against a warm chest bringing a smile to my face. I turn in his arms and look into those gorgeous blue eyes. Wrapping my arms around his neck he hauls me up against him and gives me a deep, hard kiss, one hand in the back of my hair, the other squeezing my hip.

“Fuck, you smell delicious,” he mutters, running his nose up the side of my neck and burying his face in my hair. “You ever fantasised about fucking a rock star backstage at a concert?” his hot breath whispers against my ear.

I put my hand against his chest and push him back to give him a stern look. “Did you just proposition me, Mr Rock Star?” I ask.

“Nope, I made you an offer you can’t refuse.”

“Adam, there are hundreds of people here.”

He gives me a dirty grin, and grabs my hand pulling me along behind him, really not giving me opportunity to object. Jordan yells something behind us but I pretend I don’t hear him or that everyone doesn’t know where we’re going.

Adam takes us into an empty dressing room. He shuts and locks the door then pushes me back against it kissing me hard. His hands roam down my arms, over my stomach and up to my breasts.

“What has gotten into you?” I half laugh, half breathe out on a gasp.

“You. All you. What is this?” he leans back, his smile grows bigger when he realises I am wearing his hoody. “Hot you wearing my stuff, but it’s gotta go,” he pulls the hoody up over my head, his eyes drop to my chest. “Better,” he grins.

“What if someone comes in?”

“Let em try,” he kisses me again and pushes his hands around the back of my legs, forcing me to jump. I wrap my legs around his waist. “Jeans, why jeans?” he tips his head back as if a great travesty has occurred. “God, love, I’ve missed this,” he presses his nose against mine, staring into my eyes. “I missed you so much. Need to fuck you,” he kisses me again. He is almost mindless in his pursuit of what he wants, like he can’t see anything beyond this. “Let me fuck you, yeah?” he says breathlessly.

“Adam,” I moan, grinding against him. “You’re going on stage soon,” I raise my arms as he hauls my t-shirt off. I gasp as he tugs down the cups of my bra then latches his mouth on my nipple.

“Not yet, not until I’ve made my baby come.”

Then everything is a blur, he drops me, my pants and underwear are halfway down my legs. He works at his own pants while I hop about, trying to get one leg free. He bent down to pull off my jeans, then swept me back up, his hot mouth finding mine.

“Shit, condom,” he groans, grabbing at his pants again to root through the pocket.

There is a commotion outside the door, people passing by so close, the swell of the crowds, the thump of the drums and baseline from the band playing. Then Adam is there, lifting me and pulling me down onto him. I squeeze my eyes shut as I gasp out his name, his first thrust taking my breath away. Pressing my back against the door he puts his arms up behind my back, his hands on my shoulders so he can pull me down as he thrusts up. The door is banging in its frame and I am sure anyone passing knows exactly what’s going on but I am too in the moment to be embarrassed about it.

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