Behind the Mask: A Rockstar Romance(13)

“Okay, will order myself one. I better get a very good clit stimulation.” I chuckle, walking backward to go grab a couple of bottled water when my back hits what feels like a wall. When their hands hold on to my waist, I know who it is without having to look.

God, if you love me, open a hole for me to jump into. I plead.

I feel myself burning up. Why did I have to say that out loud?

“You looking for some stimulation?” Nate whispers in my ear, causing my body to shiver. His fingers dig a little harder into my sides.

“We were just goofing around,” I say, embarrassed. I look at Naomi and her eyes are as big as saucers watching us.

“You should be careful who hears you.” He pulls me closer to him. “Don’t know what effect it may have on someone.” He lets me go. I turn and he is already walking away from me.

“Holy fuck, that was fucking hot. I mean, porn hot. I had to stop myself from doing anything as it was that steamy.” She fans herself. “Shit, girl, no wonder you can never move on when he does shit like this.”

“Yeah, when he has a drink in him, but he has never been like this.” I look at him and he is taking a swig from a bottle of tequila. “He did it in front of you, a few feet away from the band. It’s so unlike him.”

“Maybe he’s doing it to rub it in your sister’s face? What better revenge than to screw the little sister?”

“You know what to say, don’t you?” I say sullenly.

“Sorry. It might not be. You know how I can be a drama queen.” I open my mouth to say something else when I hear screams at the door, a few fans running in, heading toward the band. After a minute Tegan walks in.

I look at Nate to see if he noticed Tegan walk in, but there are two blondes pressed up against him, fluttering their eyelashes, flipping their hair. They look flawless. His eyes are on them, smiling seductively.

I cross my arms, watching them, and when Troy has his tongue down some redhead’s throat, I see Naomi looking disappointed. At least I’m not the only one.

“You girls not having fun?” Rich says sarcastically, his eyes on the band.

“Yeah, tons,” Naomi replies.

“When’re we hitting the club? I just want to hurry and get to my bed.” I pout. Rich looks at me, smiling sweetly.

“Is that an invitation?” He winks at me before looking back at the band.

“You are so bad.” I hit his arm.

“I know. I’ve been told that many times.” I burst out laughing.

“Well, as you two flirt the place up, I’m going to get some fresh air,” Naomi says angrily. I turn to see Troy in a corner of the room kissing the same girl, but his hand is obviously under the girl’s skirt.

“Let’s go,” I tell her, grabbing hold of her hand. “They better get in the limo in ten minutes or I’m taking it.” I point my finger at Rich.

“Be careful where you stick that thing,” Gav says. I stick my tongue out at him. We head to the door and before leaving I turn around. Nate is watching me. The two girls’ bodies are pressed against him on either side. He is looking at me as he takes another swig of his drink.

I then walk away.

Once the fresh air hits me, I take a few steps out in the open space with my arms out, my head falling back. “This is what I needed.”

I look at Naomi and she is leaning against the wall.

“Are you okay?” I stand next to her.

“I’m good. I just had to get away.”

I place my head on her shoulder. “I know. Men suck.”

“They really do.” We chuckle.

“Let’s go sit up front in the limo with Max. We don’t want to catch any slut cooties,” I joke. I grab hold of her arm, dragging her toward the limo. I open the passenger door, taking a seat, startling Max. “Sorry, Max.”

“What you girls sitting up here?”

“We don’t want to catch any diseases,” Naomi says.

“The band are enjoying some perks of being rock stars.”

He nods in understanding.

“Is it okay if we sit here?”

“Of course.” He smiles. “Don’t want you to be catching any diseases.” We all chuckle.

We sit here for ten minutes talking and laughing until the back doors of the venue open, the band and a few of the fans stumbling out. Max steps out, being the perfect chauffeur. Naomi and I look through the window gap, watching them all settle in.

Nate looks up when he sits down, surprised to see me. The blondes he was with climb in, kissing his neck. I give them a disgusted look before facing forward, putting up the tinted screen. I wouldn’t be surprised if they have an orgy in the back.

“Let’s get going,” Max says, putting the limo in gear. I watch the black car behind us with Rich and Gav on our tail.

Once we reach the club, Max climbs out, opening the door. Cameras, fans, reporters all step forward, wanting to get closer. The guys sign a few autographs, Troy answering a few questions. Tegan just walks right into the club. The fans who came with us straddle up next to the guys, enjoying their five minutes of fame.

“Let’s get them in, then we go,” I tell Naomi.

“Yay.” Naomi claps her hands.

I wait for the band to head in the club. Naomi and I walk behind them with Rich and Gav right behind us toward the VIP area. The place is full of people. I see a huge man with a shaved head and big arms moving the red rope to let the guys in. Once we get closer the guy puts the rope back in place.