Behind the Mask: A Rockstar Romance(38)

The guy looks down at me, his fingers moving to the lace mask, like he is trying to figure out who I am.

Guessing who the girl behind the mask is.

He bends down, ready to kiss me, when I stumble forward. I see the guy being pulled away by a very angry looking Nate.

You got to be kidding me.

I want to scream, yell, and hit him.

But I know I can’t talk.

Even in my drunken state, I know I can’t make a scene.

I just walk to him, pushing his chest. He grabs hold of my wrists, pulling me into him. My body flushed against his.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?”

I may not speak but I can give a look saying ‘what do you think?’

“We are meant to get people guessing if we are together. They aren’t going to think that if you are whoring yourself to the first guy to give you a little attention.”

Anger flares up in me. How dare he call me a whore?

I slap him hard across the face, tears prickling my eyes. Leaning forward, I whisper in his ear. “How fucking dare you.” I step back, heading to the bar.

I take in a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. Right now, all I want to do is cry, but I am stronger than this.

I was just having fun. I was doing what all the guys do.

No way I would have fucked the guy, but making out isn’t a big thing.

“What the fuck happened back there?” Naomi comes to my side, her face looking a little flushed.

“Nate got angry because little sis here was doing something similar to the Lambada with some hot guy. He screamed CEO. Good choice, sis.” Tegan orders a round of tequila shots.

I am starting to feel sick of tequila.

“You were dirty dancing with some guy and I missed it? So, Nate just pulled the guy away?”

“Yup and called me a whore for dancing with a guy,” I say for only them to hear.

Tegan steps back, looking angry.

“Nate called you a whore?” Tegan roars. “No one calls you a fucking whore, especially from someone who is the biggest whore in America.” Tegan down her shot, heading to Nate.

For fuck’s sake.

Naomi and I run after Tegan and she is pulling the girl who is hitting on Nate away. The girl wants to argue, but seeing Tegan’s face she thinks twice about it, walking away.

“Who the hell do you think you are calling my sister a whore? She was dancing, not fucking him on the dance floor,” she screams at him. “Anyway, if she wants to fuck every guy in this room, that is up to her, not you. You understand?”

Nate’s jaw is locked tight.

“We are meant to look like we are together,” Nate spits back.

“That’s why you are hitting on how many girls since we’ve been here? You talk shit. If I find out you call her a whore, or any other name, I swear I will cut your balls off with a blunt knife. The only one who can say shit about my sister is me.” Her speech was moving until the last part. “Sis,” Tegan shouts, signaling me to come forward. “If you want to let a guy bury deep inside you, you can.”

I roll my eyes then look at Nate. His fists at his sides are turning white.

“Okay, we are here to have a good time. Let’s go and get some more shots.” Naomi stands in the middle, trying to break up the tension.

Tegan steps back, taking my hand. “Sounds good.”

I am pulled back to the bar and we take a few more shots before dancing on the dance floor once again.



For the rest of the night, I have been given shot after shot. Tegan heads somewhere to sleep with a guy who has been hitting on her. Naomi is in a far corner of the room, flirting with Troy.

I have stayed on the dance floor, though.

I want the music to take me away.

I don’t know how long I have been dancing on my own, but I don’t care. A slow song comes on and I move my body slowly to the beat. I have my eyes closed as I let the music guide me and then my skin starts to heat up. I feel someone dancing behind me, his body radiating onto me. I can sense him moving with me, but he never touches me.

It’s like he is teasing me and my heart beats a little faster. I have never wanted someone to touch me as much as I do now. I’m so needy. I want his body close to mine. My body is so riled up that I need contact. I need someone to touch me. The song continues, but he doesn’t make a move to close the distance. Maybe there is no guy behind me.

Maybe I imagined it.

Maybe I am hoping it could be the CEO guy coming back to continue where he left off.

My body heats up further when I feel his hands finally hold on to my hips, his body swaying with mine, following mine, making my whole body shiver. I let myself get lost in the music and his closeness. The next song comes on, and again it’s a slow one. I am about to turn around. I want to know who I am dancing with, but his hands grip me tighter, his fingers digging into my hips, causing me to groan out into the room.

He starts moving my hips, taking control of the movements. We have gone slower; his front is pressed into my back, his erection against me. His thumb strokes my bare skin, and that ache between my thighs gets unbearable. One of his hands leaves my hip as he moves my hair from my shoulder and his breath fans against my neck. I turn my head to the side, but I keep my eyes closed, and he strokes his stubble against my cheek.

My stomach is full of butterflies and I almost come undone when his lips touch my skin, kissing it. He scrapes his stubble over my neck to my jaw, teasing me. I need more. I press my backside against his erection, grinding myself against him when I hear him groan and I would recognize that sound from anywhere.