Behind the Mask: A Rockstar Romance(31)

“Are you sure? I may suck.”

He laughs.

“That’s what she said,” Troy shouts out. I roll my eyes.

“It’s just a game.” Sam passes me the remote and make my character walk slowly. I see a zombie walking quickly toward me. I start shooting it. When it goes to the floor I continue to walk. I accidentally scream when it wakes grabbing my leg, biting me before I kick his head. I press a hand against my chest. I look at Nate and Sam, who are laughing.

“That was not funny. You could have warned me they may not be dead even after shooting them.” I continue playing, being more careful. I follow the map, trying to find another character, and I get pissed off with the dogs. I reach a room with a demon looking vampire and when I die, I sit back, swearing at the screen. “This game hates my guts,” I whine.

“You did good, though, even though you jumped like a girl every time something jumped out.” Sam laughs again.

I grab a pillow, swinging at him, but he dodges and I end up hitting Nate across the face with it. I cover my mouth with my hands in shock. He looks at me with surprise also. I open my mouth, ready to apologize, when he stands.

“You are so going to pay for that,” he says, lunging for me, but I quickly move, jumping off the couch, heading down the hall to his room. I see him running right behind me, so I close the door, but I’m not quick enough.

He pushes the door open as I use all my strength to close it, but he wins, opening the door farther, causing me to jump back, looking around the tidy room. “There’s no escape.” He mocks.

I head to the bed and he slowly walks toward me, smiling. He moves quickly and I jump on the bed, ready to get out the door, but once I think I’m almost out, I am lifted off the ground and thrown onto the bed.

“So unfair.” I pout and he laughs, sitting on top of me.

“Do you honestly think you could run away from me on a bus?”

We both laugh.

“No harm in trying.” I shrug, looking up at him.

He looks down at me with a playful look. I can’t help but smile up at him adoringly. He appears so carefree right now. I try and wiggle myself away, giggling, but my giggle soon stops when I feel myself rubbing against his forming erection.

I bite my lip, closing my eyes, not wanting to see how he is looking at me. It’s either going to be lust and want, which is the look I’m hoping for, but what if he looks at me in disgust or shame? That I ruined a fun moment.

I still feel him on top of me. Opening my eyes, I’m shocked when I see how close his face has gotten. He has leaned down, his face close to mine that I can feel his breath against my lips. His eyes have gotten dark.

I am starting to really like his eyes being like this.

Looking into my eyes waiting for something I don’t know what, he moves himself, causing him to grind against me, making me gasp. I arch my back off the bed, pressing my body closer to his.

It’s like a switch has been flipped. He starts grinding against me slowly, teasing us both. His hands go to my wrists, raising them above my head, keeping me there, holding me prisoner, but I wouldn’t leave.

He presses harder against me. I dig my nails into his wrists and he presses in even more. I groan out into the room. Having him hovering above me is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I still can’t believe Nathanial Knight is being like this with me.

I look at his mouth, wondering what it would be like to actually kiss him. Looking back at his eyes, he must know what I’m thinking as he leans in closer, until I feel his tongue on my bottom lip.

Please just kiss me, I beg in my head.

He is about to kiss me when we hear Naomi calling out to me. I look at the door, which isn’t even closed, then at Nate and it’s like a bucket of cold water went over him. He looks at me with no emotion, sitting back to the top of his bed.

“You better go,” he says.

I stand up, heading to the door. Before I leave I look back at him and he is staring at his lap with an angry look on his face, before he directs that look at me. I walk out, heading to where Naomi is standing with her hand on her hip.

“We need to talk?” she says in a serious tone.

Oh, shit, did she hear us? Did everyone hear us?

“What’s up?”

She grabs my hand, taking us to the bathroom then closing the door behind us.

“You told Troy to stay away from me? How could you?” She looks at me with sad eyes.

Oh crap, I forgot to tell her about my plan.

“It’s not what you think. I did it for you.” I plead with her, trying to hold her hand, but she pulls it away.

“You are keeping Troy away from me for my own good? That is the worse pile of shit I have ever heard.”

“After we did our makeover, he was saying he wanted you underneath him, above him, and that, so I told him you were my best friend and you were off-limits. In doing so he admitted he’s going to see you as a challenge. Why do you think he’s always at your side? I thought if he had time to get to know you he could fall for you,” I say, hoping she believes me. “Sam knows the plan, so he will back me up.”

“So you told Troy to stay away from me, so he will want me more, see me as something he can’t have?”

I nod. She looks at me before smiling and shrieking.

“Fuck girl, that is brilliant. You should have told me. I would have started playing hard to get. Make me even more untouchable.”